The night is almost fully upon us when I meet Stiles and Scott in the empty school parking lot. I leant against the hood of my car, watching as the boys and clambered out the car and joined me in the cold.
"This is a terrible idea," Scott throws his hands in the air, shaking his head, "But we're still gonna do it, right?"
I push off my car and scowl, "Have you got a better idea?"
"Well, personally, I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it just… goes away," Stiles remarked, puffing out his cheeks and shoving his hands in his pockets. Scott and I glared at him for being unhelpful until Stiles shrugged his shoulders up to his neck and pursed his mouth shut.
"We can get inside?" Scott turned to me and asked, anxiously.
I nodded, "Yeah, already sorted." They both grimaced in doubt, so I sighed and went into the boot of my car to hold out the wire cutters that I had already used to break the chain on the front doors. I had found them in my garage earlier and figured they'd come in handy, along with the pepper spray in my pocket and the police on quick dial, just in case.
Stiles's mouth turned up, impressed, "Nice."

A sleek black car roared into the parking lot to join us – Derek. The man slammed the door and ran his stony eyes over us.
"This is a ridiculous plan," Derek scoffed, cocking his head to one side and folding his arms tight across his leather jacket.
"It's the only one we've got," I snapped back, feisty, determined to not let anyone die tonight, "Scott – you and Stiles get inside now. You know what to do?"
Scott nodded and flexed his hands nervously, "Yeah…"
Stiles's idea on the phone earlier had consisted of us breaking into the school and using the intercom system to signal Scott's position to the Alpha by howling. That way, we could bring the Alpha to us first and plan a trap. There were so many things that could go wrong, but I wanted this time to be the one where we actually save lives, instead of ignoring what I saw in the vision. It was worth putting myself at risk to make sure that people in the future were safer, thanks to my ability.

Stiles gave me a quick, brave faced smile before turning to follow Scott into the school, leaving Derek and I to guard the entrance. Well, more like just Derek. I could predict without any special abilities that I wouldn't be much help in a fight.
The boys disappear for a few minutes as they take their time to get to the office, so Derek and I lean against the back of Stiles's Jeep in silence. Derek was brooding and sullen, so I didn't bother trying to make conversation. He wasn't the most social of beings, preferring to stare at the moon with his hands shoved in his pockets than make small talk.
After a few minutes of me shifting my feet to keep warm and licking my lips anxiously, Derek and I finally hear a noise. A pathetic attempt at a cartoony howl echoed around the school like a cat screeching in the night. It crackled through the old intercom system before ending abruptly.
Derek rolls his eyes at me and mutters out sarcastically, "You have got to be kidding me." I try my best not to laugh as he sighs and shakes his head disappointed in his fellow werewolf's howl.
"That was… great," I bite my lip and pretended that I didn't find that completely hilarious. I can literally imagine Stiles choking back snorts of laughter and Scott standing there, bewildered.

Derek actually smiled at me, and I was about to comment on how little he smiles, when Scott tried again for the second time. It was definitely a werewolf howl this time, sounding as deep and resonant as a secluded earthquake. It reverberated around the school and into the parking lot, where Derek's ears perked up and became alert. The noise continued, causing lockers to rattle and doors to shake at such a volume that I almost covered my ears.

…

"I'm going to kill both of you! What do you want to do? Attract the whole state to the school!" Derek pounced on the lads when they appeared in the parking lot again, looking triumphant and hugely pleased with themselves. I stood at Derek's side, folding my arms and facing the boys, my ears ringing slightly.
"Sorry, I didn't realise it would be that loud," Scott beamed, obviously surprised at his own talents.
"Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome!" Stiles chirped, clapping his best friend on his back.
"Shut up," Derek glared at the boy, intimidatingly.
But Stiles wrinkled his nose and cracked, "Don't be such a sour wolf-"

Stiles's comment was cut short as Derek's eyes suddenly widened in shock. I twisted, in slow motion it seemed, to see a claw force itself into Derek's chest. Blood start to spurt out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin. We were caught off guard. The element of surprise was gone: He was here. The monstrous Alpha, so close that I could have reached out and touched him, held Derek's shuddering body into the air making his blood begin to flow more freely. I could feel his sweat and see the hairs on his snout but my feet wouldn't move - I was way too freaked. All I could do was stare, wondering how could be Derek be fine. And then not.
"Run!" Stiles yelled and tugged hard on my sleeve before tripping over his own feet in the rush to get inside the school.

Somehow, I started sprinting away, wincing slightly when I heard Derek's body being thrown to the ground. Panicked and breathing hard, Scott, Stiles and I all shoved ourselves through the double doors and leant against it.
"Lock it!" Scott yelled, pressing his whole weight against the door.
"Do I look like I have the key?" I screamed back with a croaky voice.
"Anything! Grab anything!"
"What?"
Stiles stood up as we argued and peered through the window.
"Stiles…" I breathed out, warningly, "What are you thinking?"
But he had already started to open the door, his eyes fixed on something.
"No!" I bawled, clutching onto his hoodie with my fingernails.
"Yes!" Stiles shouted back. And then he gingerly placed one foot in front of the other and slunk out into the parking lot.
A growling rumbled faintly in the distance and I cried out, "Stiles! Stiles! Quickly!"
I finally saw what Stiles had been aiming for – my wire cutters. They lay discarded at the foot of my car. There was so much open space between the car and the door. The Alpha had the advantage in every way possible.
Scott started pounding on the thick glass covering the top half of the door in alarm. The Alpha was crouched low on the top of Stiles's Jeep, just like I had seen in my vision. Its large mane was outlined in the moonlight, leaning its front paws forward and stretching out its long back in a pouncing position. Its red eyes were fixed on Stiles, who had been creeping towards the cutters, trying to go unnoticed. Well, he had been noticed alright.

In a heartbeat, the wire cutters were in Stiles's hand and the next second, he had raced back to the door, thrown himself inside and locked the door shut with them. We all sunk to our knees and leant against the door, trying to catch our breath.
"That won't hold will it?" I enquired through chattering teeth. My hands were shaking, so I curled them into balls and shoved them in my pockets.
"Probably not," Stiles replied, inclining his head.

Scott got to his feet and examined the dark, looming corridor ahead of us.
"Uh, guys… We should probably move," he suggested quietly, as a distant howl resounded off the lockers towards us.
"Agreed," Stiles gulped, jumping to his feet and tugging me up from under my elbow. The three of us flew down the eerie corridor and entered the first classroom we found.
Scott and Stiles went for the desk and started pushing it towards the door but as I glanced around the room, I noticed that we weren't safe here either.
"Guys, stop. Guys. Scott. Wait." They didn't listen, so I slammed my hands on the desk they were trying to move and glared at each of them in turn. "Listen to me!" I cried out, trying to keep my voice down, "The windows. Look at how many windows there are, we aren't safe here! We need to find somewhere better and think of a plan B!"
They both stopped and Stiles ran his fingers over his hair, obviously torn up, "Derek's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead."
Scott turned to his friend sympathetically and stuttered out, "He might not be!"
"Blood poured from his mouth, Scott, that doesn't count as a minor injury!"
"What do we do?" Scott was losing hope and we were all completely out of our minds.
"Let's call it quits. Try again another day. We get to my Jeep and get the hell out of here before we all get torn to shreds."

Stiles ran to the window and tugged a small flashlight out of his pocket, Scott and I each at his shoulder. Our cars were only a short range away, but as the light flickered over all three of them, our hopes of escape were blown out like a candle. The tyres had been slashed and the front of Stiles's Jeep was severely dented.
Suddenly, the window next us exploded as a huge brick like object was thrown through it. I screamed and ducked, covering my eyes from the tiny pieces of glass raining down on us. Stiles's car battery skidded to a halt on the other side of the room. We collapsed under the window and stared at it, our hearts pounding so hard that I could feel our combined panic compressing on my chest.
"We need to move," I whispered, more scared than I had ever been in my life. More scared than I had been during the vision of Isaac's dad. Because this is real. And we could die. I could really die here.
"The locker room," Scott suggested, his voice hardly making a sound.

…

Once we had made it to the boys locker room, I sat down on a bench with my head in my hands trying to think of a clever, sensible way to get us out of this mess. How could we have been so naïve to think that we could lure the Alpha here and catch him without thinking it through properly?
"Call your Dad," Scott ordered Stiles, pacing around.
"And say what?"
"Anything! A fire, a gas leak! If the cops show us, that thing is going to take off."
"What if it kills everyone in sight, including my dad!"
"They have guns!"
"SHUT UP!" I cried, my nails digging into my hair. I couldn't keep listening to them arguing while I was trying to think.

Scott and Stiles both stared at me with wide eyes. I was shaking and suffering more than I was letting on, nevertheless it was hard to keep the mess from boiling over.
"Please, just shut up for a second," I demanded through gritted teeth. I closed my eyes and let the silence sink in, clearing my mind of everything but the memories of the vision. Blood, a locked door, chemicals.
Thinking out loud, I explained, "I saw Derek dead in my vision. That's who the body was. But someone else was also dead – the janitor. Scott you were trying to pick the keys off his body. We haven't saved Derek – the Alpha was too quick for that, so maybe we can get to the janitor. I just… I just don't understand why I keep seeing Lydia too?"
"We'll think of Lydia later, right now we have to think of ourselves-" Scott began, but snapped his hand up to signal silence, his ears listening to something.

He turned and crept over the coach's office behind us, where I began to hear a faint rustling coming from inside the room. My heart was in my throat as Scott reached out a hand and twisted the door handle. All the apprehension flooded out of my body. The door opened and the janitor stared at us, confused and wrinkled, the keys from my vision hanging on a loop at his belt.
"Oh my god," I sighed, holding a hand to my head, relieved.
"What are you kids doing here?" The janitor scolded us, marching towards Scott angrily.
"Please, sir, sorry," I came over and made up one of my on-the-spot lies, not even thinking about the words before I said them. It was the only way to save him, "There's a man with a gun in the school. You have to hide. Get into a cupboard and stay there, the police are on their way." I told him and the janitors face slid from rage to fear in one fluid motion. I obviously looked terrified enough for him to believe me straight away.
"Oh god, no. R-Really? Is anyone hurt? What about you?"
"No, it's under control," I told him, finding myself steadier with every word, "We've locked the doors, we'll be fine, now please, hide and don't come out – not for anything. Not unless you're sure it's safe."
The janitor, thankfully, did as I said and scrambled back into the coach's office, pale faced and scared. Before he hid himself, the janitor had a thought and turned back to me. He twisted the keys off his belt and threw them to me.
"Just in case," he smiled shakily and I stared at him, astounded at his kindness.

"I think," Stiles said, once the janitor was safely gone, "You just saved someone's life."
"We're not out of the woods yet," I reminded him. There was still time for the Alpha to kill the janitor, but he was warned of the danger (kind of) and we had his keys now, which had to count for something.

A wolf's howl shocked us out of our relaxed state and shot a stream of panic back into our veins.
Scott grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, his brown eyes fixed on mine, "Emily. Think, what happens next? What do we do?"
A scratching noise was getting louder and louder, inching towards the locker room. "Um, um," I stammer, closing my eyes again and trying to shut out the noise.
"Emily!" Stiles was urging me to think faster.
"The- uh- the boiler room. The basement. There's a locked room."
"Great," Scott grabs my collar and we all take off, flying out of the room and down the deserted corridors, our footsteps pounding in our ears.

The noise behinds us fades away as we reach the stairs to the basement. Without even speaking, I tug out the janitors keys and start trying them in the door, one by one, my hands shaking from having to move so quickly. The locked room in my prediction.
"Emily!" Stiles repeats, flapping his hands out nervously.
"I'm trying!" I squeal, fitting in the 10th key. It slides into place and turns smoothly. "Oh my god," I breath out and let the boys through before slamming it shut behind us.

For a moment, we let ourselves feel safe. A savoured moment of relief. However, seconds is all we get before Scott's phone rings in his pocket making us all scream and jump a few feet in the air.
"Oh my god, you could have put that on silent!" I scold him, trying to breathe normally.
"It's Allison," he says, confused, before holding the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
Stiles and I can't hear what she's saying to him, however, by the expression on Scott's face, it was bad. His mouth hung open and all the colour drained from his face.
"Allison, listen to me," he cuts in, "Where are you? ...No, where are you right now? …Exactly, tell me exactly where you are …Get to the boiler room. Now. Go!" And he puts the phone down.
I make a face at Scott, while a horrible feeling fills up my gut.
"Allison is here, isn't she?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Scott waits a moment before nodding.

Next, Stiles's phone vibrates in his pocket and the caller ID reads: Lydia.
"Lydia? …What are you- Yes- I know- wait, what? ...what?"
Stiles's face falls and he gulps in a deep breath, "Lydia, you need to get to the boiler room, right now, you hear me? Right now, Lydia!"
His hand falls from his ear and we all know what just happened.
"Lydia is here as well. She says she got a text from me telling her to meet me here," Stiles explained, quietly, his face horror-struck.
"That's what Allison said too…" Scott chimed in, "But we didn't send them anything…"
"Maybe the Alpha is cleverer than we thought," I faltered, knowing that now Lydia was here, my vision was coming true. There were more people in danger tonight than we had wanted. It was supposed to be us and Derek against the Alpha, outwitting him and trapping him. Instead, we were the ones fleeing and hiding in corners like frightened mice.

It's as if all the warmth sucks from the room as my cell phone begins to ring. Stiles and Scott stare at me, horrified, guessing exactly what was going to happen. My throat began to sting and my eyes welled up. Please, no. Please, don't let it be.
My hand reached into my jacket and my eyes fell on the name written boldly and clearly on the screen: Isaac.
I let out a sob and shake my head fervently. No. No. No.
"Emily, you need to answer it," Scott's voice was distant. I knew he was right.

Praying with every cell that our assumptions were wrong, I pressed the answer button and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I greeted him with a wobbly voice, steading my breathing.
"Emily? What's going on? I got a text saying to meet you at the school, but there's no one here? Are you alright? Your car looks a bit beaten up…"

"Isaac, I need you to get to the boiler room. Now."

A.N.

Once again, I am putting off sleep to write this and get it out for you. This episode in the school was one of my favourites, but with different characters in the mix, don't expect it to turn out the same ;D
As always, much love to everyone who has followed, favourited and reviewed! I'm incredibly grateful to everyone who has read this story and enjoyed it!
Not sure when I can get the next chapter out, I'm pretty busy over the next few days, but I won't keep you waiting too long! xx