So, I updated faster because that I am sick I have some more time to write. I don't know how I'm going to feel in the morning so if I still feel bad tomorrow there may be another chapter up tomorrow. So Night School is one of my favorite episodes and so I had to split it in two. Cause it's extremely long if I didn't ha. So thank you to everyone who has alerted, and reviewed you guys are the best. I hope you like this chapter as much as I do. And As Always PLEASE review.

Emma followed Scott and Stiles into one of the English rooms and helped the guys move a desk to block the door. "Wait," Emma whispered as the room became silent.

"What?" Stiles barked as they all looked at each other.

"We need to get out not lock ourselves in here," she said panting as Stiles rolled his eyes. The three of them walked over to the window and looked out staring at Stiles' jeep. "There has to be a way to get Derek and get in the car…"

"Get Derek?" Stiles cut her off. "Derek's dead," he panted.

"He is not," she growled.

"He can't be," Scott chimed in.

"He had blood pouring from his mouth, that doesn't happen when your not dead."

"Just shut up," Emma said as a lump formed in her throat.

"We'll get Derek and make a run for your jeep and go," Scott whispered as Stiles sighed in aggravation.

"Fine, whatever, we'll get Derek and leave," he barked back as Emma looked at the Jeep questioningly.

"Um…guys?" Scott and Stiles looked up at her. "What's wrong with the jeep?"

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked concerned as he and Scott stood up.

"Yeah, it looks like the hoods bent?"

"What do you mean the hoods bent?" Stiles growled trying to get a better view. Before another word could be said the glass shattered and all three fell to the floor covering their heads from the raining shards of glass as a car battery skidded across the floor. Stiles shown the light on the battery and stared at it confusion.

"That's…my battery," he said nervously as they stared at it.

"Who cares," Emma squealed. "Move!" she yelled running to the door trying to shove the desk out of the way. Scott and Stiles quickly ran over and helped her move the desk following her out into the hall. "We need to be a step ahead of him at all costs, he knows we're here. He knows where we are, this game of chess is going to be challenging," she said aloud thinking she was only saying it in her head.

"What is up with you and chess?" Stiles whispered as she looked at him funny.

"It's the perfect analogy, ok," she snapped looking around the hall as Scott turned Stiles stopped him.

"No," Stiles whispered. "We have to go somewhere without windows."

"Last I checked we were in a school," Emma whispered as Scott looked around.

"This entire place has windows," Scott said calmer.

"Well some place with less windows."

"The locker room," Scott panted as Emma looked slightly impressed. She nodded as Scott and Stiles lead the way. They walked down the hallways at a brisk pace till they came to the locker rooms. Emma made her way for the girls room but Scott grabbed her arm and pulled her into the boys room.

"I'm not supposed to be in here," she growled trying to get out of Scott's grip.

"Looks like you don't have a choice, we shouldn't go splitting up," he said quietly as she looked at him with a nervous smile. She placed her hand on her chest wishing for her necklace, the only thing to calm her down.

"So, the next question, how the hell do we get out of here?" Emma whispered looking at the door waiting for the alpha to rip them to shreds.

"Well my car is dead."

"We are aware of that," Emma sighed looking at Stiles.

"Derek's car," Scott answered with haste in his voice.

"That is not a bad idea," Emma pointed at him. "All we have to do is sneak past the big bad wolf and make a run for Derek get him and the…"

"When will you realize he is dead. All we need are the keys from his body," Stiles grabbed Emma's shoulders and looked in her eyes.

"I refuse to believe you," she sighed forcefully pushing Stiles away.

"Fine, we get Derek then we get the hell out of here, deal?" Stiles grumbled as Emma nodded satisfied. They all walked for the door and as Stiles reached for the door Scott grabbed his wrist.

"What?" Emma whispered nervously.

"Hide," Scott demanded as they looked around the room. Stiles was the first to move making as much noise as possible.

"Stiles," Emma and Scott groaned nervously as he struggled to open a single locker door. Emma quickly acted knowing it was too late and climbed into a smelly locker herself looking out the small holes. Scott was the last to close his door and Emma took a deep breath holding it. Someone walked past her door and she covered her mouth praying the door didn't open. She heard Scott scream as well as a man and she quickly opened her door jumping out ready for a fight.

"You three need to leave immediately," the janitor demanded pushing them toward the door.

"Wait, you don't understand," Emma said nervously as they moved closer to the open door.

"Get out, you shouldn't be here," the janitor repeated. As they were shoved into the hall the janitor screamed in pain and was pulled back the door slammed shut and Emma covered her mouth.

"Oh my God," she screamed as the silhouette of the janitor was pressed against the glass bloody handprints smeared the glass.

"Go!" Scott yelled as they ran down the hall. The sound of the door breaking from the hinges echoed in the hall and Emma turned around to watch the dead janitor be quickly pulled into the locker. "Come on!" Scott yelled grabbing her hand pulling her behind him.

She followed the guys up to the second floor. "Why are we going up? We should be going out?"

"Emma, we know that," Scott sighed in aggravation as she looked at him slightly hurt. As they crept down the halls of Beacon Hills High they became quiet. Emma heard nothing but the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears.

"I don't want to die in school," Stiles mumbled the words Emma thought.

"We're not going to die," Scott growled as she rolled her eyes.

"Hmmm, two humans and a werewolf versus an alpha, do the math Scott," she hissed as Stiles chuckled. Emma looked around the hall her breath stuck in her throat. "The janitor is dead and I'm pretty sure we're next if we don't think of anything," she growled angrily at Scott who looked more nervous then any of them. Emma looked at Scott seeing he wasn't paying attention and followed his eye sight. Outside she saw the alpha perched on the roof, a blue glow dangled from the alpha's neck. "Bring it," she growled as the alpha roared and began charging.

"Run," Scott yelled grabbing Emma as he turned. The three teens ran down the hall as the alpha jumped through the glass windows. Emma took a glance behind her as the alpha gained speed.

"Keep running," Stiles yelled as they ran down the stairs. Emma took the lead as she pushed the boiler room door open and Scott and Stiles followed her in. Emma looked around the the halls that mazed around them.

"This way," she panted running down a random hall. The alpha remained hot on their trail and Emma felt someone grab her collar and pull her into a side room. Stiles stepped in front of her as he pulled his keys out. "What are you doing?" she whispered as the keys chimed as he shook a little.

"Sh," Stiles whispered as he threw his keys into the room next to them and stepped back as the alpha dashed past them, Emma's voice caught in her throat as her grip tightened on Scott's forearm. Stiles slammed the door shut as Emma and Scott shoved a desk between the door and wall. Emma and Stiles stood looking at Scott waiting for him to cross the desk as the alpha slammed against the door.

"Come on," she barked.

"Scott jump over," Stiles added as Scott nervously looked at the door. Scott took a few deep breaths as the rooms became silent. Taking a deep breath Scott jumped over the desk as the alpha hit the door again causing the three teens to lean against the wall.

"Ok, come on," Scott panted as Stiles leaned on the desk.

"What are you doing?" Emma whined grabbing Stiles back.

"I just want to get a look."

"Are you crazy?" she squeaked. Stiles ignored her as he climbed on the desk.

"Stiles, come on," Scott barked in a hushed tone as Stiles waved at him. He peaked through the window as the alpha slammed on the window causing everyone to jump.

"I'm not scared," Stiles yelled.

"Stiles, shut up and let's go," Emma growled.

"No, I'm not scared," he said louder. "I'm not scared, because you're in there and we are out here. Yeah, you're in…" Stiles slowly stopped as the sound of metal and plaster breaking echoed in the room. The ceiling above them began to cave. "in there," Stiles groaned as Emma and Scott began running with Stiles right behind them. As they made their way around the hall Scott stopped them.

"What?" Emma barked looking around the ceiling hoping the alpha wasn't about to show up.

"Listen, do hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Stiles leaned foreword panting.

"It's a cellphone, it's Allison's phone," Scott panted looking around. He soon pulled his phone out and rang her.

"Tell her to meet us in the lobby," Emma said quickly walking in front of the two boys. They made their way up to the ground floor as Scott hung up and Emma rushed into the lobby first looking around. Allison soon joined them looking at Scott with great confusion.

"Ok, so why did you text me to come to the school?" she asked looking at her phone. The doors opened again and Emma, Scott, and Stiles jumped as Lydia and Jackson walked over.

"What are you guys doing here?" Emma asked nervously.

"They drove me. Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Allison sighed annoyed.

"What do you mean you got a text from me?" Scott returned to his original question as Allison showed him her phone.

"Why do I have a feeling you didn't send this?"

"Because I didn't," Scott panted.

"That's great, can we discuss this when we aren't in the school, with a…." Emma was interrupted by the sound of bending metal and the ceiling above them began to bend. "Um…guys?"

"Run, this way!" Scott demanded as everyone followed him. Emma fell in the back as she looked over her shoulder to see the alpha hot on their trail.

"Come on!" Lydia yelled as Emma grabbed it and was pulled quickly into the cafeteria.

"Let's barricade the door," Emma shouted as Scott locked the two main doors and Emma, Lydia, Allison, and Jackson pulled an ice cream bar in front.

"Guys, wait," Stiles said seriously as no one paid him any attention. "Guys stop. wait!" he demanded but still no one listened. Everyone pilled chairs on top of the ice cream bar and panic was settling in. "Hey!" Stiles yelled as everyone stopped and looked at him panting. "Great job on the barricade," he said calmly. "Now, what are we going to do about the twenty foot wall of windows?" he said sarcastically waving his arms in front of the glass. Emma cupped her mouth panting as the nerves began settling.

"What the hell was that? McCall," Jackson demanded as Emma looked at Scott nervously.

"We should call the police," Lydia suggested.

"No," Stiles demanded.

"What do you mean no?" Jackson growled angrily trying to intimidate Stiles.

"I mean no, want to hear it in Spanish, noh," he said louder as Emma walked over and slowly pushed Stiles back.

"Maybe we should," she whispered as Stiles looked at her like she lost her mind.

"I'm not calling," Stiles answered.

"Fine, I will," Lydia said walking away from the group as she pulled her phone out. Stiles walked around Emma as Jackson cut him off. "Hello, yes, hi, we need help, we're stuck in the school with a crazy, what, no…hello?!" Lydia said panicked, "She hung up on me," Lydia said shocked.

"What do you mean the police hung up on you?" Allison asked dumbfounded.

"She said they got a tip that someone would call from the school involving a prank and if I called again they would trace the call and arrest me," Lydia said hurtfully.

"Then call again," Jackson demanded.

"They won't trace a cell phone, and they would go to her house before they came here," Stiles sighed as Allison looked at Emma who rubbed her hands through her hair.

"Scott, what's going on?" Allison asked as Scott walked away leaning on one of the tables. Emma looked at Stiles nervously afraid the truth had to come out.

"The janitor is dead," Scott said without thinking. Allison and Lydia became fear filled.

"Who would want to kill the janitor?" Lydia asked fear carrying in her voice.

"The same person who's been killing everyone," Scott answered he looked at Emma and then Stiles before taking a deep breath.

"Who is it Scott?" Allison asked forcefully.

"It was…Derek. Derek Hale, he killed the janitor and he's been the one killing everyone else," Scott blurted.

"Scott!" Emma barked as Stiles pulled her back.

"Wait, why would Derek kill them?" Allison asked.

"I don't know, but if we don't get out of here he is going to kill us."

"Us, he is going to kill us?" Lydia squealed as Emma ripped her arm from Stiles and stormed over to Scott.

"What the hell was that?" she whispered as Scott looked away from her.

"What happened to not throwing Derek under the bus," Stiles walked over in a hushed tone.

"I had to say something," he whispered.

"So declaring Derek a serial killer is the only thing you could think of?" Emma hissed angrily tightening her fists.

"Well, hey he's dead…and if he's not then…"

"So what are we going to do?" Jackson barked pulling the three of them from the current conversation. Before another word could be spoken the doors shook violently. Stiles stood in front of Emma.

"Scott," Stiles spoke up.

"I don't know," he panted as the doors shook again and the chairs began to shake out of place.

"The kitchen," Stiles said almost in a trance, "their is a stair well in the kitchen."

"Those lead up," Emma protested.

"Up, is better than here," he barked as the screws and and chairs began falling out of place. "Go now, go," Stiles yelled as they all ran for the back of the room. As they made their way into the kitchen Emma hit her hip on a lunch table and fell, everyone was unaware of her fall leaving her behind. Emma looked behind her and saw the alpha staring through the cafeteria doors. She got back up and ran up the stairs she looked around the hall and ran down one toward the science hall. As she ran into a science room and closed the door a hand flew in and grabbed her wrist as she screamed. She slammed the door as hard as she could on the alpha's wrist. The alpha released her but scratched her a little as the door closed. She quickly locked the door and looked at the scratch on her arm. It wasn't that deep but it still hurt. She rushed to the back of the room and stuck her arm in the sink running water over the wound before wrapping it up in paper towels.

Emma looked at the door as silence took over her breathing was the only thing she heard. Suddenly her phone began to ring and she jumped before answering it. "He-Hello?" she panted trying to ignore the pain.

"Are you ok? Where are you?" Lydia asked nervously.

"I'm in the science hall, and I'm fine, just a little scratch."

"Are you bleeding?" Lydia squealed as Emma bit her lip.

"It's not that bad, I'll be fine," she answered breathlessly. "Where are you?"

"We are also in the science hall, I have no clue what…"

"Lydia? Lydia!?" Emma yelled as the phone call was dropped. Emma quickly sat against the door hoping the alpha wouldn't return.