A/N: Anyone ready for tonight's episode? Cuz I'm sure as hell not…

Chapter Four: You're Not Real

The group walked silently down the halls, floorboards creaking under their footsteps. Scott and Isaac were glancing around for a sight of Derek, but for hours, there was no trace of him throughout the house. They took breaks, discussing that the main priority is to escape, but finding Derek was also extremely important. Saving as many lives, however, came first on the list.

Scott stopped the group, cracking his knuckles as he looked around. "We've already been here." he snarled, scratching his head. Isaac took another glance before rolling his eyes. "He's right. Our scents are here. We're going in circles."

Lydia and Allison dropped to the floor, leaning against the wall and starting a conversation to keep their minds off it. Scott grabbed Stiles' arm and pulled him forward, along with Isaac. The three boys put their heads together.

"We're not gonna last much longer in here." Scott whispered. Stiles nodded. "Yeah, especially since some of us are losing our sanity sooner than we hoped."

The boys glanced behind them, and saw Allison was extremely restless, fidgeting and looking around frantically. They turned back. "I have an idea." Stiles gave Scott a look which Isaac didn't understand, and continued. "Get to the top floor, whatever that is. Then blow the roof out."

Isaac looked at the two of them. "We already tried it. It didn't work…remember?" he asked. Stiles and Scott both nodded and turned to face the girls. "Alright, let's go." Scott and Stiles helped them up before they walked around, eventually finding the staircase.

Allison walked up first, followed by Isaac and Lydia. Scott and Stiles began to walk up, but spun around quickly and rushed down the stairs. They could hear Isaac calling their names, but then ran as fast as they could, occasionally tripping over their feet. They eventually hit the basement, the same one Lydia and Stiles were originally in.

"What was that about?" Scott asked. Stiles smiled. "The house can hear us. It needs time to change, that's how Lydia and I got down here. It wasn't prepared for us. But it changed so that it would get us away from the basement. I think there's something down here."

Scott shrugged. "But what was with the whole 'go upstairs' plan?"

Stiles began to walk further into the basement. "A diversion. We gotta hurry." He began to walk down the hallway he was previously in. Scott followed after him. "You said this ends in a dead end, and you died at that dead end." he reminded Stiles, who was walking so fast it was more of a jog. "I don't intend to die this time."

The boys were now running down the hall until they reached the room that filled with water beforehand. It was still dripping and wet, but mostly dried off. Stiles walked in, but put a hand out to stop Scott. "Stand in the doorway. Make sure it doesn't close."

Scott nodded, and stood in the small doorway while Stiles stood in the center of the room, staring up at the grating. He pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it upward. Sure enough, there were trees, and signs of the outdoors, but it was dark, most likely night.

"We have to go up." he said. He pulled back his phone and typed in a few digits. Stiles held it up as if he was looking for phone service. It rang twice before cutting out. "And there's reception up there."

He looked to Scott, who was completely confused. "Take my place, I'll stand in the doorway, you tear off the bars."

Scott nodded and the boys switched placed. Stiles watched anxiously as Scott leapt up and grabbed the grating, pulling downward as hard as he could. With effort, they popped off. He tossed them to the side and stared up. Scott looked to Stiles, who was now biting his nails.

Stiles glanced towards the opening in the ceiling before making eye contact again with Scott. Scott nodded and bent his knees before jumping up into the hole. He leapt from wall to wall. He could see the leaves on the trees, shaking and dancing in the wind. He jumped one last time before grabbing the edge to the outside. He pulled himself up and out, staring down the hole. It only just hit him, but he must have climbed at least thirty feet upward.

"Stiles! I'm gonna get help!" he called down. He waited for Stiles to respond, but there was nothing. Scott tapped his foot, and looked around the dark forest, before breaking into a run away from the hauntingly eerie house.

However, he only made it a few feet away before he was blocked off, stopping him in his tracks. His breath came in short gasps as he stared up at the same house. Scott swallowed harshly, gritting his teeth and shaking his head.

"No…no!"

Scott dropped to his knees, pounding his fist into the ground. "This isn't fair! NO! This can't be happening!"

He stood up quickly, rushing over to the door and kicking it down, only to come face to face with Stiles, who was equally as surprised as he was. Scott realized that Stiles must have ran up the stairs to the first floor. Scott spun around to face the outdoors, but only saw another room behind him, where it should have been a porch and the trees, the outside.

"Scott? What happened?" Stiles asked, taking a few steps back. Scott gripped his hair tightly, forcing back a scream. "I was…I was just outside! And now…I don't understand! WHAT'S GOING ON!?"

Scott threw his body into the door frame, cracking the wood. He did it again, now screaming with anger. And again, his eyes turning red and his claws behind released. He did it again, but Stiles screamed for him to stop. Scott faced his friend, balling his hands into fists, baring his fangs angrily at Stiles.

"Scott. Come on man, calm down…" he held up his hands defensively, taking a step back for every one Scott took forward. "…just…stop! Scott, stop!"

Stiles continued to back up until he hit someone. As he spun around, he looked up at Derek in shock, jumping and nearly falling backward. "Derek!? What the hell? Where've you been we've looked everywhere-"

Derek, with no emotion, slammed his arm into Stiles' chest, throwing him to the side and against the wall. The two werewolves stood directly in front of each other, with unsheathed claws and fangs, eyes glowing their supernatural colors.

Stiles only blinked. And before he knew it, he was in the middle of a werewolf fight.

A/N: So?