Midnight.
Stiles was practically vibrating with adrenaline as he saw that the clock read twelve. He threw back the covers waking up Scott, Boyd, Isaac, and Jackson. Derek was going through the dresser packing for Scott seeing as he didn't sleep much and already packed for himself.
They all got up quietly, grabbing a variety of clothing not knowing where they were headed and what it was going to be like. They packed quickly making minimal noise as not to wake the other boys in the room.
Stiles looked at the boys reassuringly. they were scared he knew that but that is why they were running it couldn't be like this anymore it was going to get better.
Derek placed a soft kiss on Stiles's cheek. Stiles looked into the older boys eyes seeing the love and affection reserved only for him.
With a small smile Stiles turned away for Derek and saw that they were all ready.
They started heading for the door Scott's hand in Stiles's. They tip-toed out of the room closing the door softly behind them. They mapped the hallways quickly and on a few occasions having to turn back because of a staff member checking the hall.
When they reached the girl's bathroom that hadn't been used for years, they entered silently. Once they were in they saw the girls sleeping on the dusty floor using their bags as pillows the boys woke them up.
"A-a-all right we h-h-have to do th-thi-this now." Stiles whispered.
Derek pulled off the screen of the window above the old sinks looking at Lydia motioning for her to go first. She climbed the sinks and, with Derek's help, got out the window. It kept on like that 'till Derek was the last body to pass through the window.
The night air was cool. not enough to need sweaters but enough so they wouldn't sweat much. Stiles looked up at the sky seeing the round pearly globe in the sky giving them light to lead them to a new life. He thanked the different gods and goddess, he knew, that portrayed the moon.
Stiles knew where he was taking them. He and Derek had planned this at first just them and Scott but then they met the others and Stiles couldn't help but feel responsible for them. So the planned changed every time someone joined their family of misfits.
Stiles was in the lead, he started jogging towards the woods so they could talk without risk of getting caught. They kept running for thirty minutes taking short breaks to catch their breath. They ran as fast as they could. Finally Stiles plopped himself down in a small grassy clearing. They sat there for a while slowing their heartbeats to strong steady thumps, they sat there 'till their breaths were no longer pants.
"W-w-w-were going-g to Beacon Hills. It's the-the closest tow-w-wn. It's s-small and the-r-r-re is o-old un-n-unused cabins we c-c-c-can st-st-stay in. Not the b-best I know-w but it is s-s-s-something." Stiles said meekly.
How far is it? Lydia asked.
"S-s-sixty m-miles give or t-ta-t-take. I kn-know it's alot-t but it's the b-b-b-best I can-can do. W-w-we can m-make it in-in thr-r-ree d-days if we-we walk t-two miles ev-v-v-v-every hour." He says.
"If we run we could make it there by around three or four in the afternoon tomorrow. Assuming we run four miles an hour of course. Or if we switch off between running and walking every hour we can be there in a day, around this time." Boyd suggested. And get there in a day they did.
Every hour they switched off between running and walking sometimes they would run for two hour straight and take a long break. They filled water bottles in the small creeks they passed along the way. Eating some of the food that Stiles had snatched from the kitchen. It was long trip to the town. They decided that they would sleep when they got there.
The night turned into dawn, then to late morning, noon, evening, then night once more. The later it got the faster they went walking three miles instead of one, running five instead of four. They reached the town at nine. They knew they reached it when they saw the lights coming from the houses.
The pain in their sides dulled and the fire in their legs cooled as they saw the town. The town they would hold their new life in.
They weren't done yet though. It took them another hour and splitting up to find the large house that looked abandoned. It was the kind of house that had children scared to ring the bell, the kind that had teens daring each other to sleep inside, the one that had parents warning their kids not to go near.
The same thought passed through their minds when they saw it, home.
Yay! Thanks for the favorites on follows! Much appreciated. Feel free to suggest things that you would like to see happen, it inspires me to write faster. Also I changed some things in the first chapter like how they are in a different town because running to beacon Hills seems to be the obvious thing to do instead of away. Also Peter isn't the one who assaults Isaac it's Gerard. The characters will be ooc. Peter is going to be reintroduced as a good guy later on and the Aregents aren't going to be psycho. I'm a review whore so please indulge me!
