A/N: Amazing special thanks to Phoenixsbirdsofflame for being amazing and motivating me to just be the best writer I can be!
Chapter Five: To Keep Your Ground
Stiles looked between the two wolves, before scrambling to his feet and pushing his body against the wall. "Guys…guys just calm down."
They didn't seem to hear. Scott leapt at Derek, swatting his claws at the older werewolf. They both clawed at each other, and Derek bit down on Scott's arm. Scott howled, knocking Derek in the head with his own. The fight was getting graphic and dangerous to be around.
Stiles slid across the wall, watching them closely as they fought each other. Once he was a safe distance away, he tore away from the wall and began running through the halls. "I gotta get to the front door!" he called out loud. The house began to manipulate the floors and levels all together, just as Stiles thought they would. He rounded a corner and ran right into Allison and Lydia, who screamed at the sight of him.
Stiles dropped to one knee, catching his breath. "W-Where's…Isaac?" he panted, dropping into a sitting position on the floor now. Lydia and Allison looked at each other, then knelt down on either side of him.
"Isaac ran off, he didn't even say anything. He just ran away." Allison paused, looking around. "Where's Scott?" she asked. Stiles, now catching his breath but coughing violently. "We…we found Derek…"
Lydia raised her eyebrows, mouth gaping. "What?" she and Allison helped Stiles stand. "Did he find you guys? Is Scott with him? Is he hurt?"
Stiles held up a hand to stop Lydia's questions. "Yes, yes…and probably by now he is."
Allison lead the way, marching down the hall. Lydia followed right behind her, but Stiles grabbed her hand before she was completely out of reach. "Lydia…d-don't go. It's dangerous."
Lydia shook her head. "No, I have to go. I can't leave Allison alone."
Stiles struggled to breath, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate. "P-Please Lydia…you…c-can't go…" he fell backward against the wall, holding his head with his free hand. Lydia looked behind her to where Allison was, but she had already disappeared. "Stiles? Are you okay?" she asked. Stiles nodded.
"Yeah…I think…I just…"
Stiles fell forward, and Lydia caught him barely, her knees buckling under the sudden weight. At least he was a twig, or he would have been even heavier. "Stiles? What's wrong?" she asked, but she then mentally slapped herself. A stupid question. She solved it in her mind already. He was already weak, and running around caused oxygen deprivation and he passed out. Lydia slowly slid down to her knees, than sat on the ground, still holding him.
"Allison? Isaac? Anyone?" she asked, first at a joke. But footsteps behind her made her jump and screech. "Allison? Is that you?" she asked. She turned her head to see glowing gold eyes. She heaved out a breath she was holding in. "Thank god. Isaac. Where did you go?" she asked. Isaac stepped from the shadows, growling at her. Lydia froze, gripping tightly to Stiles' clothes, shaking lightly.
"Stiles…get up…" she whispered, not moving an inch, not even to look down at Stiles, just staring directly into Isaac's eyes as he inched closer. "…please…please get up…Stiles…wake up…"
Isaac howled, running at her. Lydia screamed, a piercing Banshee's cry, which seemed to startle Stiles awake. He didn't even hesitate throwing his hands up and grabbing both Isaac's wrists. Now kneeling again, he looked to Lydia, who was completely shocked.
"Run! L-Lydia RUN!" he screamed. Lydia popped up to her feet and backed away, but she didn't run. Stiles struggled against Isaac's crazy strength, coughing badly. Isaac pushed harder down, and Stiles' shoulder's hit the floor, his legs bent awkwardly underneath himself. He kicked a leg out and his foot planted right on Isaac's stomach. With a serious amount of effort, he managed to kick upward, throwing Isaac into the wall behind him.
Stiles coughed, a strangled, painful cough, his arms falling uselessly to either side of his head. He looked to Lydia who was scurrying closer. She grabbed his arm and heaved him up off the floor. The two began to run in the direction Allison went, before Isaac could recover and chase after them.
The shadows grew quickly, but they could hear the fighting going on. Both Lydia and Stiles were out of breath, but they turned the sharp corners and ran the hallways until they got to where Derek and Scott previously were.
They shifted rooms, but they were both bloodied and barely alive. Stiles ran over to Scott, who was laying face down on the floor with Derek pinning him down. Quickly, he grabbed Derek by the shoulders and yanked him backward. The werewolf didn't fight, and fell backward unconscious. Scott was also, out quickly. But luckily, they were both healing, slowly. Lydia exhaled, licking her lips.
Her eyes grew wide, and her feet were about to fall out from under her, as she stared across the room. Allison was laying on the floor, blood covering her whole front. A piece of wood stuck out of her stomach, and Allison coughed blood.
Lydia rushed over, scraping her knees as she did. She pressed down on the skin around the wood imbedded inside her friend. "S-Stiles!" she whimpered. Naturally, Stiles was there in a second, but he knew exactly what Lydia needed him to do.
"Y-You have to break off the wood. We can't remove it. It'll kill her." Lydia looked at Stiles, then back at her own hands, covered in bright red, sticky blood. Stiles broke the wood off at the very end, just enough that they could still pull it out if they absolutely needed to. But it was bad, extremely bad. Lydia noted that it probably hit a vital organ, and she'd probably die soon.
Scott groaned in the other room, slowly sitting up. He got to his feet, seemingly normal. He was calm until he saw Stiles, Lydia…and Allison.
His heart sank as he pushed off the ground, somewhat walking, somewhat crawling over to the three. He dropped next to them, hands hovering over her body, shaking. "W-What happened!? What HAPPENED!?" he asked, brushing her hair from her face. Allison stared up at Scott blankly, managing to smile, just barely.
"Why?" he asked nobody in particular. Stiles looked up at Scott. "You don't remember? You and Derek, along with Isaac, all went crazy. Lydia and I were nearly slaughtered by Isaac!" Scott shook his head, like he didn't believe a word of it. He threw his hands up, clenching his fists tightly and dropping his head, trying to pull back tears.
"No…no I wouldn't…I wouldn't…" he looked up at Stiles, now crying. "I did this?" he asked. Stiles shook his head. "It could have been either of you. And besides…it wasn't you…it was a wolf. Not you, Scott. You're not a murderer." he whispered. Scott hung his head again, sobbing and staring down at Allison.
His hands dropped to his sides as the two made eye contact. "Allison…" he whispered. She closed her eyes, and it took her seconds to reopen them. But when she did, they were glossed over with pain. Death was just around the corner for her.
"Sc-…it…n-no…t…you…f-fau…lt…" she choked out. Her body went limp, and her muscles relaxed. "I lo-…you…" she let out her last breath, staring forward. Stiles backed away, as did Lydia. She spun around and retreated to Stiles, who held her shaking frame, the shoulder of his shirt already soaked with her tears.
Scott bit his lip, which was quivering. He took in a gasp, which sounded more like a strangled sob, as he leaned down, brushing her cheek. Scott clenched his teeth, muffling a scream of pure agony.
A/N: I am sobbing. Like a motherfasjfjsakflhdlkf I can't…
You know, I'm not even a massively huge fan of Allison (sorry Scallison shippers. They're cute but I just don't like Allison. I did in season 1 and 2, but she got kind of dull after that). But that, even writing it, IT'S FAN FICTION AND IT BROKE ME! I FEEL SO BAD RIGHT NOW!
OH! SPOILERS!: But she'll be okay…just wait…just wait…I don't have the heart to kill off a character for good…I can't. Literally…so she'll be okay…just watch and see…
It makes me think…who'll be the character death at the end of 3B? Who do you guys think? For me, personally, I think it may be Allison, maybe Derek, most likely Isaac, and I pray to god not, but maybe Stiles. Gahd I can't…I HATE YOU JEFF DAVIS! YOU HORRIBLE GENIUS!