Stiles poked his head around the door every few seconds, watching for any movement and listening out for any sign of footsteps. Scott was pacing, and by the look on his face, he was getting angrier by the second – his eyes kept scrunching up and his hands were flexing in and out of a fist as if he could feel the claws forming already.
"Scott, you need to be careful," I held out my hand and placed it on his shoulder, trying to ease his stress, "The full moon is effecting you as well, and the last thing we need right now is you going all werewolf on us. Especially in front of Allison."
Scott ran his hands through his messy hair and let out a tiny growl that scared me off.

I left him to his pacing and joined Stiles at the top of the stairs by the door.
"He's going to flip out on us if he's not careful," I said under my breath, hoping Scott was too frustrated to be listening in on our conversation.
"I know… But how can we get the others out of the building when we can't even escape ourselves?" Stiles replied, glancing each way down the corridor again.
"Allison might have driven…"
"Yeah, and I wonder how great her car looks after the Alpha sees it."

Suddenly, the clipping of high heels resonates towards us and we see a girl storming down the corridor, followed close behind by another taller girl – Lydia and Allison.
"Lydia!" Stiles gasped, holding open the door to the stairs down. The girls stopped in front of us, not pleased at all.
Lydia shook her head furiously and pushed Stiles's shoulder lightly, "What's going on, Stiles? Why did you tell me to come here?"
"I… I didn't- look please, get inside." He tried to usher her in, but she gripped his wrist and glared her green eyes.
"The boiler room, seriously?"
"Yes, seriously!"
I tried to smile at my friends as if nothing was wrong– Stiles was right. We needed to get in and lock the door asap because the Alpha could be listening to our location and I did not want any of the people here to be harmed.
"Where's Scott?" Allison stepped around us and made her way to the bottom of the stairs.
"He's, uh-" I started, but Scott had already thrown his arms around the girl, holding her close. I saw his eyes soften and his whole body relax – Allison was a good anchor for Scott to have.

Lydia and I joined them at the bottom of the stairs as Stiles's kept his eye out for Isaac. Allison leant away from Scott and pulled out her cell phone.
"Look at this," Allison turned the screen to face us all in turn. The text was from Scott telling Allison to come to the school. Lydia did the same and showed us her text from Stiles. "And you're saying you didn't send us these?" She asked, frowning, "How is that possible?"
I interrupted, knowing our time was short, "Look, did you drive here?"
"Yeah, I drove Lydia and I," Allison answered, her eyebrows raised in confusion.

Finally, Isaac entered through the door and headed straight down the stairs to me. Unfortunately, the black eye on his face was just as bad as it had been when I saw him earlier today. Earlier, Isaac had done all he could to send me away, yet here he was, running to my side just because of a simple text. A warm feeling flowed into my heart as I realised that he must have thought I needed him – he came for me. Just as I had come to him before.
But just as he reached the bottom step, a creaking noise so loud it could have been right above us echoed around the room. Isaac slowed down and drew his gaze upwards. We all followed suit and I gulped – the ceiling was cracking and dust began to flake off like snow. It was going to fall in on us.
"Run!" Stiles called loudly from upstairs and flung the door wide open.

Scott grabbed Allison's hand and tugged her out of the room, tailed closely by Lydia, who was having trouble speeding up the stairs in her heels. I took a deep breath as the ceiling began to collapse in pieces around me and leapt into Isaac's arms.
"We have to move, come on!" He cried in my ear, over the deafening noise.
Gripping his hand tight, I soared up the stairs two at a time and made it out the door just in time to turn and see a giant werewolf fall to the floor with a crash, landing on all fours. Darkness and dust swirled around his red eyes that were fixed upon us with a deathly stare.
"The keys! Emily!" Stiles was shouting, but it fell on my deaf ears. I couldn't take my eyes off the Alpha. Keys. What is he talking about? OH. The Keys!
Jumping into motion, I heaved the door shut and pulled the janitors keys out of my pocket.
"Which one was it?!" I yelped, searching through each key, panicked and trembling. I tried a couple but neither were right. My cheeks were heating up at the pressure. Then, we hear an approaching growl making its way up the stairs at top speed, just as the key in my hand fitted the lock. I twist it closed and fall backwards, open mouthed in fright. The Alpha smacks into the door creating a dent. Scott wasted no time hanging about and orders us up and running again, fleeing from the banging noises behind us.

"What the hell was that?" Isaac yells as we take off down the corridor. I take his hand in mine again and give it a quick squeeze.
"Mountain lion," Stiles offers, trying to jest and make our situation lighter. No one responds and I wonder how much the others saw. Would they believe the mountain lion story? Or would they realise that something much darker was going on here?
We reach a fire exit and Scott shoves hard against the doors. Instead of swinging open, they don't budge an inch. I had never felt so afraid in my life, this was beyond scary. Our failed plan had been twisted and warped the night until all that surrounded us was locked doors and darkness.
"T-there must be something blocking it from the other side," Allison guesses in a quiet voice, whipping round wondering where to look for answers. Oh god, where do we go now?
"We're locked in?" I whisper out, my fingernails digging into Isaac's skin.
"What was that thing?" Lydia sobs, "How did it fall through the ceiling?" She twists her hands at her waist and her bottom lip wobbles.
"Can somebody please explain what's going on because I am freaking out here," Allison whimpered and clutched Scott's arm, "…Scott?"
I could see that Scott was having a hard time thinking on his feet. He let out a nervous sigh and skimmed his eyes over Stiles and I to see if we could get him out of this mess.

"Guys," I stammered, "I think we should get somewhere safe first. We can't stay here."
Everyone seemed to agree and surprisingly, we turned to see Lydia leading the way.
"Up is better than here," She suggests, motioning towards the stairs leading up to the science labs.
My vision clicks into place. Lydia. Test tubes. Chemicals. She's going to get us out of here, somehow. I give Stiles a knowing look and he understands immediately.

Reaching a science classroom on the first floor, we all barge in and start shoving the stacks of chairs against the door. Allison picks at her lips and stands back, watching us. The calmness under pressure I had viewed in the video store had obviously cracked under so much distress, because the girl wasn't handling this situation quite as well.
"I- I just don't understand. Who locked us in? Scott, tell me what's happening."
We finish the job of blocking the door and all stand around in the darkness, letting the fear fully sink in now that silence and time were all we had. Isaac wipes at his forehead, nervously. I'm weighed down with the decision of telling him the truth or keeping him safe, and one look at Scott tells me he's having the same dilemma.

When Scott doesn't answer Allison's questions, Isaac asks me with doubt in his eyes, "Didn't you text me and tell me to come here, Emily?"
"No, no, it wasn't me," I reply, stuttering on every word. I have no idea what excuse I have for the text. It must have been the Alpha. He must have known. Bringing our friends here was a clever trap. Maybe he wants to kill us all. Separate us. Torture us. Oh god.
Lydia is breathing heavily and has to sit down on the desk, "B-But it was a mountain lion. Like at the video store."
"And the bus driver…" Isaac says quietly before something clicks. He takes a step back from me and pierces me with his blue eyes.
"What?" I ask, my heart beat pounding away.
"You… you said you could tell…" He was having a hard time getting his words out, which made me more than nervous. "You said you had a feeling… about the bus driver… You knew… And then you were there at the video store… And you're here now…"
"Are you calling Emily a murderer?" Stiles jumped to my defence. My mind was buzzing with excuses and lies, but I was too dazed to do anything but stand there, useless.
"No!" Isaac shook his head and flinched back slightly, "I'm just… I don't know what the hell is going on!"

Suddenly, Scott can't stand the arguing anymore and turns away from us, grasping his head in both hands. Oh no. Oh no. He's going to change. Maybe… Oh god. That's the Alpha's plan. He doesn't want to kill us himself. No. He wants Scott to do it for him. Then Scott could be a part of his pack. And with Derek gone, the Alpha would be more powerful. He'd be unstoppable.
"Stiles…" I warn, nudging him with my elbow. Stiles's eyes go wide and he rushes over to his friend, who has started groaning quietly through gritted teeth, his knuckles white with tension.

"Why don't we call the cops?" Allison proposes, throwing her arms up exasperated.
"No," Stiles replies harshly, still bending over by Scott to see how he was doing, "I don't want to put my Dad in danger."
Unbeknown, Lydia held up her cell phone and dialled the cops before Stiles could even notice.
"Hello?" She squeaks into the phone, "We're at Beacon Hills High School and we-" Lydia stops momentarily and gasps, the phone falling from her ear.
"What?" I interrogate, stepping towards the shell shocked girl.
"She hung up on me. Said they got a tip about prank calls to do with a break in at the high school and not to call again."
"What is this?" Allison cries out, wiping her hands over her face, "Who's doing this? Scott!"

Scott takes a breath and leans up to stand straight away, doing well controlling his change. He rotates around to face us again in the darkness and says a name: "Derek Hale. It's Derek. He's been behind it the whole time. His sister, the bus driver, the guy at the store…"
Stiles and I exchange a shocked glance, knowing full well that the last time we had seen Derek, he had seemed pretty dead. I had no idea where Scott was going with this.
"And he's going to kill us too if we don't get out," he continued and Lydia let out a shocked "Oh my god…"
"Why would Derek want to kill us? Why are we all here?" Allison questioned, not fully satisfied with his answer.
Scott threw his arms up, "I don't know! Okay! I don't know!"
"Is he the one who sent the texts? And called the police?" Lydia asked, folding her arms defensively around herself.
"I don't know!" Scott shouted angrily, startling us all.
After, Stiles claps him on the shoulder and remarks, "Alright, let's just ease back on the throttle here." I see Stiles's hand dig into Scott's jacket, trying to keep him here, in reality. We're cornered with a ticking time bomb of a werewolf.

"Stiles, I think it's time to call your dad," I gave in after weighing up our options. It was the only way to alert someone to what was happening. We really needed help, even if it came to telling Stiles's Dad the truth.
Stiles groaned and dialled the number hastily.
"Hey Dad… And it's your voicemail. Great, you need to call me back as soon as you get this- we're at the school and-"
A huge crash from somewhere inside the school startles Stiles so much that he drops his phone and the screen smashes. We all tense up, on guard for any more noises, but nothing follows. Time was running out. We needed to get out of here, fast. The Alpha had probably broken out of the boiler room a long time ago and was on its way here.

While Allison joined Lydia sitting on the desk and hugged her friend, I glance around the room, knowing that there must be something in here. In my vision, Lydia is mixing chemicals, but nothing is giving me a clue to put that event into motion. My eyes land on a door with a blind drawn over its window. I walk over purposefully and tug on the handle. Locked. Good job I have the keys.
"Guys… Is this the one that leads to the roof?" I ask, twisting my head to peer at the terrified faces of my friends.
"Yeah," Stiles confirms, with a pale face, still gripping Scott with one hand.
"We can get to the roof and go down the fire escape to the parking lot. So we could be in Allison's car in seconds and get out of here."
Lydia's face lights up at my plan, but I notice Isaac regarding me warily. It sets a knot forming in my stomach. The main priority is to get everyone out alive, so I try to disregard his unease for the time being.
"All six of us should be able to fit in my car at a push," Allison nods, giving me that strong, in control look that I saw back at the video store. I feel slightly relieved – now that Allison isn't freaking out as much, we might be able to calm things down.

A sharp headache hits me and my legs give from under the weight of my body. I crash to the floor, clutching my forehead in agony. I see Scott blurrily in front of my face, but he swirls into a distortion of colour and sound. It flashes so quickly that I hardly make out what is happening. The janitor still has his keys and lies dead under the bleachers in the sports hall. Scott tries to retrieve them and comes face to face with the Alpha, who howls so loud that it rings in my ears, turning Scott into a werewolf. I gasp and the scene changes. That is no longer what happens, because I see the janitor still in hiding and Allison trying his keys in the science room door. It's Lydia that the vision focuses on next: hair tied back and focused, she creates a chemical mixture that explodes on contact. Protection for when we escape. I see us running up the stairs to the roof, a faint police siren in the background, but then-

A hand is squeezing mine so hard that it feels like all the blood has been cut off. I blink out of my daze and see Isaac, knelt next to me, his eyes wide with worry.
"Em?"
"Hi," I whisper out, realising (with a slight bit of annoyance) that Isaac had just cut off the ending of my vision.
"Are you alright?" Isaac swallowed hard and stroked back my hair, sending ripples of electricity down my body.
I nod and bit my lip at him, "Just my head. Yeah, I'm okay now. I just… get these really bad headaches sometimes." Liar.

He helps me up and holds me sturdily around my waist, sharing his warmth. I pass Allison the keys to the door. She sets to work on finding the right one when Lydia has an idea.
"What if Derek gets us when we're escaping? We need some sort of defence," the girl puts forward, strongly. I almost wobble on my feet again. Knowing exactly what was coming felt strange, like I was in on a secret that no one should ever be told.
Stiles saw my face and nudged Scott, who looked like he was having a huge headache of his own. I nod at them and purse my lips, as if to say: it's all going to work out, I've seen us leaving. Scott's whole body relaxes and he takes in a few deep breaths to try and calm down.
"There's got to be something we can use," Stiles swivels his head about the classroom.
"There is," Lydia replies, with a glint in her eye. She marches over to the glass cupboard containing a variety of chemicals, suddenly smashes the glass with her elbow and chooses a few carefully. When about 5 bottles and vials are placed on the front desk, Lydia places a hand on her hip and tugs her hair into a ponytail, just like I foresaw.
"Wow… What are we going to do, throw acid on him?" Stiles commented, unhelpfully.
"No, duh. Like a firebomb. There is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."
"Right…"
"Just move out of my way," She ordered, picking up an empty vial in her hand and setting it down in the middle of the desk.

While Lydia mixes, swirls, pours and shakes her ingredients, the rest of us are left to wait. Allison finds the right key and it sits in the lock, until Lydia finishes. Isaac is still holding my waist, so I lift my head up at him. His face is set in worry – it was an expression that I could easily recognise on him now: the way his lips were tugged slightly to the side and the clench of his jaw and the wrinkle between his eyebrows.
"Hey," I whispered, "We're going to be okay, you know."
"How can you know for certain?" He asked me in return, not convinced by my optimism.
"…I just have a feeling," I chose to say, hoping he would get the hint that it was the same type of feeling that I had about the bus driver. He might start believing we could get out this mess safely if he knew what I knew.
Isaac licks his lips and doesn't look me in the eye, "…We really need to have a conversation about you and your physic feelings."
"…Okay." I reply, even though I already feel anxious about the amount of lies I'm going to have to come up with.
"If we get out of here," Isaac kisses my nose lightly and I smile properly for the first time since this horror of a night started.
"We will. We're all getting out of here, alive and unhurt, I promise."

A.N.

Or will they? Who knows? ;D
Bit of a hectic chapter, I think I should have made it a little scarier to be honest, but I'm happy with how it's turned out. I've been pretty busy today, but I managed to get the time to write this so you could all read it :D
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