"You're going to meet him?" Stiles asked cautiously.
"Of course I am! What other choice do I have?" Scott cried exasperatedly.
"Oh, I don't know," Stiles said sarcastically, "Maybe not go?"
"If I don't go, how else am I supposed to fight off the Alpha and protect Mason?" Scott fired back. Stiles opened his mouth but I cut him off before the smart-ass retort could be released.
"Enough fighting, you two!" I bellowed, raising my arms to silence them, "Derek is just trying to help us and while his methods are—er—a bit eccentric- it's for the best." The look on Stiles face made me add, "For all of us."
Stiles huffed as he crossed his arms defensively and leaned on his jeep. We were all hanging around in the school parking lot, waiting for Derek to show up. He told us to meet his down here after Scott got off work because he thought he had some information regarding the Alpha that would help us.
The increasingly all-too-familiar black car was speeding dangerously down the highway towards us. Derek double-parked his car jerkily, only a few feet from us. He jumped out of his car with an unreadable expression and proceeded to open his passenger door to reveal someone who was tied up and knocked out.
"Isn't that your boss?" Stiles croaked, eying the cuts and forming bruises uneasily.
"What the hell, Derek?" Scott demanded, his voice shaking with rage.
Scott's boss was tossed carelessly to the black gravel by Derek. He was beaten and bludgeoned. Blood was smeared on Derek's knuckles and over the vet's face.
"Is—Is he dead?" Stiles choked as I bent down to find a pulse.
"No, he's still alive," I informed, looking at the injuries. "What did you do, Derek?"
He glared down at the vet and spat, "He's the Alpha."
Stiles let out an unconvincing laugh.
"You cannot be serious!" Scott shouted exasperatedly. "That's my boss, not the Alpha!"
"He's the Alpha." Derek said resolutely.
"He's not and I will prove it." Scott trudged off towards the school. "You stay with the body." He commanded. Stiles and I follow closely behind.
Scott cut the locks on the front doors and we followed nervously behind him to the office.
"What exactly are you planning on doing with the PA system?" I finally asked. My voice sounded personified as if I was using the said system, but it was just the quiet stillness surrounding us.
"A wolf howls when they're trying to locate their pack." Scott said while messing around with the switches. A loud screech caused us to jump a hundred feet in the air, clasping out hands over our ears.
"Okay—ow—and we know that," Stiles said, "I'm the one who told you. What does that have anything to do—"
"He's going to call the Alpha." I stated, understanding Scott's reasoning. If the Alpha came, that meant Scott was in his pack, but that was also problematic.
"What are we going to do if you boss is the Alpha and just comes in and kills Derek and gets to Mason or the Alpha is someone else and comes and gets Mason?" Stiles inquired anxiously.
Scott glanced uncomfortably at me.
"It's a risk we have to take. If the Alpha comes, Scott will protect me." My voice and countenance were confident, but inside I was scared shitless.
Scott nodded appreciatively and cleared his throat, letting out a strangled, ridiculous cry that was so extremely absurd that a laugh escaped my lips. Stiles looked horrified and gave Scott a pep talk to help him out. The second try was immensely better than the first.
We walked back outside to an enraged and bemused Derek.
"What do you think you're doing?" Everyone in town could have heard that!" Derek growled, his fists clenched at his sides.
"We were just trying to find out if Scott's boss really is the Alpha. The Alpha would come running in at Scott's call." Stiles said.
"Yeah, I know. I've been a wolf much, much longer, but thanks kid for the update." Derek said, seething with sarcasm.
"I'm not a kid! You're only, like, four years older than us—" Stiles shot back.
"Where's Scott's boss?" I asked, noticing he wasn't sitting in the passenger seat anymore.
"What do you mean?" Derek said annoyed as he turned to face his car, "He's right-" He stopped short.
"He's gone?" Scott gasped. We all glanced around expectantly.
"Does this mean he's the Alpha?" Stiles questioned.
"I fucking told you and you pull this immature shit! I've been searching for the Alpha for months and I finally had him! How can you expect me to help you keep Mason safe if I can't even trust you to—"
Suddenly, something shot out from behind Derek and slashed him. His mouth was open in horror as the scream inside him never came out, reminding me too much of that boy whose whole family burned to death in a fire. It was the most vulnerable I'd seen him since that day and it was one of the many things that made my heart stop; Another would be the fact that the Alpha had just attacked Derek in the chest and caused blood to pour from his mouth.
Scott's arm grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder as he sprinted up to the recently unlocked doors.
"Come on!" Stiles begged as he held the door open for us. His face was smothered with fear. I was tossed inside unceremoniously and hit my back. I felt a burning sensation as tears stung my eyes and the pain hit me.
Scott and Stiles grunted as they struggled to find a way to block off the door and keep the Alpha from getting in.
The banging ceased and it got eerily quiet.
"Oh my God," Scott gasped, "What is going on?"
"The Alpha just killed Derek!" Stiles whispered frantically.
"You don't know that for sure!" I argued quietly. Derek couldn't be dead! It was like Mad-Eye dying in Harry Potter: It just didn't make any sense for him to die after all he'd been through. He was too tough and smart to be killed.
"Blood doesn't just spurt out of the lively and healthy, Mase! His outcome wasn't looking so hot!" A hint of hysteria lined Stiles' voice.
"We need to move or we're going to end up like Derek." Scott picked himself up and then proceeded to stand me up. His hand brushed against my back and I felt the same stinging sensation, reminding me that my wound had been sliced open.
"Are you bleeding?" Scott asked, examining his bloody hand and turning me to get a good look at my back.
"I guess," I mumbled, turning my head to see the guys. Stiles' hand clenched over my shoulder as he lifted the back of my shirt, scrutinizing my cuts.
"Dear lord," Stiles breathed, "How hard did you throw her, Scott?"
"I just tossed her lightly!" Scott argued defensively, "Didn't I?" He asked unsure.
"I got this that night at Hollywood Videos when the Alpha attacked me." I said.
"Mason," Stiles said slowly, "That was, like, three weeks ago."
I know." I agreed. I hadn't really thought about how long it had been since then or even about the scratch. I figured it had healed by now. I should probably have been more troubled by this but I just wanted to find a way back to Stiles' jeep and get home. I could freak out later.
"It didn't heal..." Scott said, worry and confusion was thick in his tone.
"I guess not," I said distractedly, "We should find a way out before the Alpha comes back."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stiles and Scott exchange a look.
Scott squinted as he gazed out the window, trying to form a plan.
"What's wrong with your jeep?" He asked suddenly.
"What do you mean what's wrong with it?" Stiles asked quickly, putting his face to the window to see.
"The hood..." Scott muttered. I looked out the window to see the hood of Stiles' jeep had been pulled back and something had been removed.
"What the—?" I started but was cut off by something crashing through the window, almost taking me out. Stiles grabbed my hand and we all set off running. Our final destination was the guys locker room.
"How are we supposed to leave if the Alpha just ripped out my battery?" Stiles panted, clutching his side.
"Derek's car?" I offered. Scott nodded in agreement.
"We can get out through the back doors, but we're gonna have to book it across the parking lot." He stopped and thought for a second, "Actually, it's probably best if I go. I'm faster and have the best chance of making it."
"Whatever. Let's just get outta here, bro." Stiles sighed, leading the way to the back door.
Just as we reached the back set of doors, they burst open. The Alpha came sprinting in, growling loudly as he looked at us. My heart dropped into my stomach as my eyes met his dark red ones. I could feel him beckoning me.
"Change of plans." Scott said, alarmed.
"Run!" Stiles cried. We ran into the next room and slammed the door behind us. Scott shoved a table in between the door and wall, making it impossible for the Alpha to get through it.
We all glanced around at each other, looking disheveled and out of breath. Stiles climbed on the table and tried to peer into the room the Alpha was trying to get out of.
"Stiles," I grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?"
"I just want to see him," He shrugged, "He's trapped, nothings gonna happen."
He gazed into the room, squinting his eyes for a moment before the Alpha slammed into the door, causing him to jump back.
"I'm not afraid of you." Stiles taunted, "You're locked in there and I'm out here."
"Stiles." Scott said warningly.
"I'm not afraid." He repeated. There was a shatter from inside the room. All three of us looked inside the locker room to see an empty room with electrical cords hanging from the ceiling where the ceiling tiles were a few seconds ago.
Shuffling was heard overhead and with a sick feeling in the pit of our stomachs, we realized the Alpha was now in the ventilation system: which meant the Alpha was free.
I looked at the boys with terrified, wide-eyes and we were off running again. We ran from the locker room. It was a few minutes before we realized the Alpha wasn't chasing us, but we kept running anyway. We jogged up to the main office on the other side of school before Scott halted, causing Stiles and I to bump into him.
"Do you hear that?" Scott asked, looking around. We didn't speak but all I could hear was my erratic heart beat.
"No." Stiles answered. "What do you hear?"
"Music, I think. Quiet for a sec," He muttered and listened hard. His face changed from interested to horrified in a split-second. "It's a ringtone."
"Maybe someone left their phone in their locker. It doesn't mean anything." I said, confused.
Scott shook his head, "No, no. I know that ringtone. It's Allison's."
"She could have left her pho-"
"Shit, we had a date tonight!" Scott cried suddenly, scaring the shit out of me. I punched him in the arm and then clutched my poor heart.
"Who fucking cares!" Stiles said, not believing how Scott could worry about a date when the Alpha was wandering around in the schools ventilation system, hunting for us.
"Give me your phone." Scott demanded, holding out his hand to Stiles.
"You're not calling to apologize, we've got bigger problems!" Stiles argued while Scott took the phone anyway.
"I'm not calling for that. I'm calling cause she's here." He dialed the number and waited for her to answer.
"Where are you?...Where are you?...Come to the main office...Now!" And with that he snapped the phone shut, looking agitated.
Allison came walking through the Science hall doors and appeared a few minutes later. Scott ran up to her and hugged her tightly.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned immediately after releasing her.
"You told me to come here." She said, giving Scott a weird look.
"No I didn't." Scott argued. Allison shook her head and rummaged through her phone for a few second before holding it up to us. The message read: Meet me at the school. Urgent. - Scott.
"My phone's still broken." Scott swallowed, handing the phone back. All of us looking troubled. Who had sent the message? Who wanted Allison here on? coincidentally on the same night as us being locked in by the Alpha. Things like that didn't just happen to me anymore.
Someone came bursting through another set of doors by the stairs. Scott jumped in front of Allison while Stiles stood protectively over me. Their chivalry, while appreciated, was unnecessary.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lydia whined, looking nervous. Jackson was glaring at Scott.
"Looking for Scott. I found him." Allison smiled awkwardly.
"Awesome. I hope he has an amazing reason why he was a freaking half hour late and then texted you to meet him at school." Lydia said snootily.
"He didn't send the text." Allison said quietly.
"What do you mean McCall didn't send it?" Jackson asked.
"It's a long, complicated story but we're locked in." Stiles said shortly. I heard something rattle from above us and the ceiling caved in. Lydia screamed shrilly. Scott, Stiles, and I pushed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson and we all flew up the stairs, trying to get away from the Alpha.
I wasn't sure how it happened but we all got separated. I tripped on the side of a garbage can as I rounded the corner, chasing after Jackson. He seemed to freaked out to notice I wasn't there anymore so I found myself alone. I shuffled frantically into the classroom closest to me and locked the door, praying the Alpha wouldn't find me.
AN: This is the first of three parts. I wrote this last summer when I didn't have a computer to save work on so I had to write it in parts. It was also too long to keep in one or even two chapters, so three it became. (:
Enjoy!