I'm so sorry for the wait. The truth? I was lazy and didn't want to write. Then I checked the reviews and it got me off my ass to post this chapter up. Btw, I'm not too fond of this chapter, but didn't want to leave you all waiting any longer.
Oh, someone asked if I was going to bump this up to M rating. And the answer is I don't know; I sort of wanted to. But I heard the site was taking down M rated stories, so yeah. If you hear anything on that, please let me know.
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The McCall Twin
Chapter Thirteen – Night School Pt. 1
"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott screamed frantically.
Stiles answered, "Do I look like I have a key?"
Scott didn't falter. "Grab something."
"What?"
"Anything!"
This is the part where I would make some awesome remark insulting my two twits, but it wasn't happening. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I just sat there, mouth agape, watching my brother and best friend.
Suddenly, Stiles stood and looked out the little door window. Then Scott stood and looked at whatever Stiles was looking at. He shook his head and said, "No."
"Yes," Stiles said, shoving the flashlight into Scott's arms.
Scott seemed not to like the idea. "Stiles, no. Don't."
Stiles pulled one from Scott's book and didn't listen.
I don't remember getting up and walking, but I guess I did as I found myself standing next to my distraught brother. I now stood where Stiles had and watched him walk.
I breathed in relief as he got whatever he was looking for, but my stomach tightened as I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was huge with red eyes. That bitch Alpha.
Scott saw it, too. He started banging on the door and yelling to get Stiles' attention, "Stiles!"
Stiles looked back and saw the Alpha there. Abruptly, the Alpha charged for him. But Stiles being Stiles didn't move and just stayed there, which proves my point of his tree not going all the way to the top branch. Hey, my thoughts are coming back. Wait focus, crazy, killer Alpha trying to attack incompetent friend.
"Move, dumb shit!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Stiles jumped up and began sprinting towards the school door. He opened it and slammed it once he was inside. He locked the door with the bolt cutters he went after. Then Scott and Stiles looked out the window, thus blocking my view.
"Hey," I said as I tried to push Scott away. "I can't see anything, you fatty."
Scott gave me a seriously look, to which I responded with a raised eyebrow.
He rolled his eyes, but moved over so I could see. I looked out the window, but saw nothing. All I saw was Stiles' Jeep and Derek's Hot Wheels. I ignored the pang in my chest.
No, don't think like that, Emily. Derek is fine… in every way actually. No, but I'm convinced that he is alive and trying to find a way to stop the Alpha. Because that's just the kind of thing Derek would do. I mean he's constantly trying to find out who is the Alpha, so he wouldn't just stop because claws ripped through his sexy chest. Nope, he's alive and tracking that bitch. He's fine, you'll see. He's alive, I tell you, alive!
And would you look at that, I'm even dealing with it just fine. No denial or anything. That's how good I am.
"Where is it?" Scott asked, looking above my head out the window.
Stiles didn't answer, but grabbed the flashlight. He started flashing it through the windows as if that we're going to help. Ok, now I'm just grumpy.
Scott looked around and said, "Where'd it go?"
It ran like the bitch is it to avoid the wrath of Emily, that's where it went.
We looked out the windows for a few more seconds, but nothing was out there. Scott and Stiles backed away from the doors, but I stayed put. The Alpha was gone, but Derek was still out there. If I leave him out there, then there is no telling what the Alpha might do to him. I can't leave him out there.
"Emily, come on," Scott said from behind me. "Those things won't hold for long. We have to get away from here." Seriously? And I thought Derek said werewolves get impressions off of people. Well, I must remember Scott is slow. And awkward. Growly. Rude. The list goes on.
I didn't move. "We can't leave him out there."
Stiles made a disbelieving noise. "This might be a lot to process, but let me remind you that there is a homicidal Alpha out there."
I turned around and glared. "Yeah, he was kind of hard to miss."
"Well then, did you happen to see what he did to Derek?" Stiles asked throwing his hands in the air.
I flinched at the question.
"Blood was squirting from his mouth and chest, Em." Stiles said bluntly. "Nobody survives that."
I felt tears prick my eyes, but I pushed them back. Stiles is messing with me like always. Yeah, that's it. He's just trying to psych me out. Derek's perfectly fine. He's Derek Hale, he can survive anything. Stiles is just a big clown. Hah, hah!
"I'm sure Derek's fine." Scott said soothingly as he walked to me. "But we won't be if we don't get out of here now."
I nodded absently, but immediately tensed as a howl sounded. We all looked at each other before using our best friend telepathy and running to an open classroom. As soon as we ran in, Scott and Stiles started to move the teacher's desk to the door. But suddenly Stiles held up a hand and they stopped.
I watched from the middle of the desks as Stiles said, "The doors not gonna keep it out."
That much is clear, Katherine Obvious. Hah take that, Stiles! That was for earlier. Messing with me about Derek and thought you could get away with it. I think not!
"I hate your boss," Stiles told twin.
Scott didn't comprehend; remember, slow. "What?"
"Deaton," Stiles pronounced it slowly. "The Alpha. Your boss."
Say isn't so! Dr. Deaton is too cool to be that bitch Alpha. Besides, Deaton isn't a bitch. He occasionally aids them. Ba-dum-PSH.
"No." These are the moments I cherish where Scott and I agree on something.
Stiles didn't miss a beat. "Yes, murdering psycho werewolf!"
Scott shook his head. "It can't be."
"Oh, come on," Stiles chastised. "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air." He shrugged condescendingly. "That's not convenient timing?"
Mm, he does have a point, but it's not Deacon. I never got murderous chills around him. In fact, he always seemed real nice. He always had a smile on his face. He was like a Barbie.
"It's not him," disagreed Scott.
Oh, you're preaching to the choir, twin!
Stiles was on a roll. "He killed Derek."
"He's not dead!"
Scott and Stiles heads shot to me in shock.
I coughed, "Well, he's not."
Stiles let out an exaggerated breath. "Emily's in denial, great. But like I said earlier, all that blood doesn't qualify as a minor injury! He's dead and we're next."
He's not dead. He isn't. I know he isn't. He's just sleeping. Heraldo was sleeping too. That's why I had to flush him down the toilet because Mom said he needed a dark place to relax. Freshmen year was hard to overcome after that.
"Ok, just…" Scott put his head down and asked, "What do we do?"
"We get to my Jeep; we get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job. And Emily signs herself up for therapy. Good?" Stiles explained before running to the window.
Why would I need therapy? Nobody died. Derek's fine just sleeping.
Scott followed him and I joined them. Scott tried to open them, but Stiles stopped him.
"No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled." He explained to twin.
Twin suggested. "Then we break it."
Stiles looked at him and said, "Which will make a lot of noise."
Scott breathed out, "Then we run really fast."
"Uh, we might have a problem with that, Scoob." I said turning to Scott. "Considering I can't run well."
"Yeah Scott," Stiles agreed. "Emily's crap at running, but I don't think we could even make it."
I'm glad he sees it my way… Hey!
Scott looked at the Jeep's distance and sighed. But, all of a sudden, he looked at it again. I took notice and followed his line of vision. He was still staring at the Jeep.
"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" He asked.
I looked at the hood and saw it was all messed up. The hood was all bent.
"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned. "Nothing's wrong."
"Stiles, you know cars and I don't mix, but something tells me that there is seriously something wrong with your Jeep's hood," I said glancing at Stiles then back at the Jeep.
Stiles finally awoke from his stance and shot forward to look, thus pushing me away. Well! "What? Like dented?"
"No, we mean bent." Scott, who didn't care for the pushing of his baby sister, said.
Stiles looked stunned. "What the hell–"
Before he finished his sentence, the window behind us suddenly broke. I shrieked and ducked down to the floor as the pieces of glass hit my back. All the while, I was shouting, "Drive-by!"
I turned to look at the boys and saw they were on the floor, too. Scott gestured for me to move by him and I obliged. I looked up as I heard something sliding on the floor. I motioned it to Stiles and he flashed the light on it. It was some kind of box with wires.
Stiles whined a little at the sight.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess that was from your Jeep, huh?"
He groaned and whined at the same time.
"Yeah, it was from your Jeep."
Another whine. "It's my battery."
"Cars have batteries?" I asked quietly.
Stiles turned to me. "No. Some magical wizard made them to run by themselves."
"I bet it was Dumbledore."
Stiles stared at me with his mouth open in disbelief then he groaned. Then he shook his head and moved to get up. Scott caught before he actually stood.
"Don't."
"We have to move," reasoned Stiles.
Scott shook his head. "He could be right outside."
Stiles and I corrected him. "He is right outside."
"Just let me take a look," Scott said as he got up slowly.
"Any sign of the bitch Alpha?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's give it more of reason to want to kill us, Emily." Stiles said, noticing my words.
I shrugged innocently. "Don't know what you speak of."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Of course you don't. Anything, Scott?"
"No," said Scott, shaking his head.
"Move now?" Stiles questioned.
Scott confirmed it. "Move now."
"We out then," I said, getting up.
We all sauntered out to the hallway. Scott looked around and began moving to the right. "This way," He said, grabbing me in the process.
"No, no, no, no," Stiles stated as he stopped twin.
"What?" Scott asked, confused.
"Somewhere without windows," Stiles spoke.
I shook my head. "They all have windows."
Stiles held up his hand then let it drop. "Or somewhere with less windows."
"My locker," I proposed as Scott said, "The locker room."
"Yeah," Stiles agreed then looked at me. "Wait; did you say your locker?"
"What?" I asked then shook my head. "No, I clearly said locker room. The twins are using their telepathy tonight."
"Whatever, let's go." Stiles replied.
We all began making our way to the locker room, which wasn't that far. We got in and Stiles shut the door. I followed behind twin and held my breath. The locker room smelled terrible. The girls wasn't that bad because all the girl use fruity spray, so it eventually kills the sweat smell.
"Wow, you guys really stink," I stated, gagging.
"A boys' locker room smelling? That sounds out of the ordinary." Stiles said, coming up behind me.
I gagged again. "Seriously, this is horrible."
"Well, I'm sorry we didn't have time to freshen it up."
"Is that the same excuse you use for your face?"
"…"
"Burn."
Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but was stopped as Scott spoke, "Call your dad."
"And tell him what?" Stiles probed. Hah, probed…
Scott shrugged as he turned to face us. "I don't know. Anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
Stiles wasn't having it. "What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight including my dad?"
Kills.
"He killed Derek."
No. Derek isn't dead.
"He killed Derek."
No!
"He killed Derek."
STOP! HE'S NOT DEAD!
"Emily!" Someone whisper-shouted as they shook my shoulders.
I looked up and noticed Scott and Stiles were watching me with confused yet worried expressions.
"Emily, it's ok." Scott consoled. "We're going to get out of here. I promise." He squeezed my shoulders reassuringly.
I nodded at him, still freaking out over my thoughts.
"All right, let's go," Scott announced, guiding me to the door.
Stiles reached for the handle, but Scott grabbed his hand.
"What?" Stiles questioned as he turned his head to twin.
Scott had this weird look on his face and he said quietly, "I think I heard something."
"Like what?" Stiles whisper-shouted.
Scott reprimanded him. "Quiet."
I strained my ears to hear anything, but no luck. Suddenly, we could hear footsteps. In unison, we all began walking backwards. Scott still hadn't released me from his grip, so he was technically guiding me.
"Hide," Scott said to Stiles.
Stiles did not waste time as he got in the first locker he could see.
"No, no, Stiles," Scott whispered, but soon followed his lead.
There were two lockers side by side. Scott gestured for me to go in the one on the right and I nodded. I opened it and got in as quietly as I could. I heard Scott get in the left side. So now all we had to do was hold our breaths and hope no one would come in here.
That obviously didn't work out because all of a sudden the door handle started turning. This caused me to move around nervously. This was almost as bad as a horror movie. I really need to find a new genre.
I watched carefully as it opened and someone came in. I couldn't see the person though because it was too dark, but you could definitely see the silhouette. I slowly covered my mouth to shield my slightly loud breaths and continued watching.
The person moved forward and disappeared from my locker sight. Then I heard him open the one next to me. Oh no, Scott!
A scream rang through the room, but it didn't belong to either of my twits. Another locker opened and I heard the boys trying to calm down whoever had come in. I hadn't come out because remember how I said I was like a Chihuahua? Yeah well, I don't like loud screams either and the lockers being slammed open didn't appeal to me.
"Quiet? What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" A male voice said, clearly freaked. "Both of you get out."
"You just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried to reason.
The freaked guy was not having it. "Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." I heard some scuffle and figured the dude was trying to push Stiles and Scott out.
"Wait, there's–" Scott's voice.
"No, I don't care. Get out now." This guy is acting like a real butt-munch. And I thought Stiles was one…
"But–" Scott said again, but this time was cut off by Stiles. "No, its fine, Scott. We'll get it later. It should be fine; it's not going anywhere."
Best friend telepathy activated! Stiles is talking about me. He doesn't want me to move and they'll come back for me. Stiles must have a plan or something.
"Just one second to explain," Stiles tried reasoning again.
I looked out the little vents of the locker and saw the guy standing there. Suddenly, something moved in my peripheral and I froze. Remember what the Alpha looked like? Huge and red eyes. Well here it is.
"Just shut up and go," I heard the guy say.
I blinked for a second and all hell broke loose. The guy screamed again as he was pulled back into the room. The door slammed shut. I saw the Alpha attack him once and I couldn't take anymore. I closed my eyes and crouched down, so my knees were in my chest.
I distinctly heard Scott and Stiles shout my name repeatedly, but I couldn't answer. One, because I was freaking going insane. And two, because I didn't want the Alpha to know where I was just yet.
I covered my mouth, so he wouldn't hear me whimpering. The guy's screams were terrifying. As if someone had heard me, a loud crash was heard and the screams stopped. But it wasn't because the dear Alpha stopped out of the kindness of his heart. It was because the guy wasn't able to scream anymore.
I gasped inaudibly in my hand as I heard something be dragged. The dragging stopped in front of the locker I was in. I closed my eyes tight as I heard the Alpha sniffing around. I almost shit my pants when he drug his claws down the side. It was like he was teasing me.
I heard more scuffle and that dark aura you get in horror movies when something bad either happens or is going to happen left me. I took a deep, shaky breath and stood up. I'm pretty sure whatever Stiles' plan was, it didn't involve the Murderous Pooch.
I opened the locker slowly and peered around the room. There was blood everywhere. Smeared on the floor. Splattered on the wall and door, which was now broken off its hinges and on the floor. But there was no guy. This Alpha was one sick puppy, no pun intended. He's a bitch, too. He only did this to scare me. Well, it worked. I'm officially scared.
I jumped as my phone began vibrating. I searched for it on me, but saw it had fallen out of my jacket and on the floor. I picked it up and saw it was a text message from Scott. It said–
Go to the gym. Stay under the bleachers.
I let out another shaky breath and nodded, texting back Ok. I could do this. What's my name? Emily McCall! What's my name? Emily McCall! Yeah, I got this just like Joey Parker. Let me just go get a clean pair of pants – not that way. I know what you all were thinking.
You nasties.
-X-
"Just shut up and go," The janitor said before suddenly he was pulled into the locker room.
Stiles and Scott watched in horror as the door slammed shut and something bloody banged against it. It was the janitor. He was being attacked by the Alpha.
Scott grasped what was happening and began trying to open the door to save the janitor and get Emily out of there. All the while, he was calling out to his twin sister. "Emily! Emily!"
He couldn't believe he left her in there. She wasn't safe. She was always supposed to be safe with him around. He was her older brother. He was the one who scared the pigeons away when she was little; he knew how much she hated them. He was the one who got her to fall asleep when their parents fought. He was her brother and he had left her in there with a psychotic Alpha.
Brother of the year goes to… NOT Scott McCall.
He continued to pound on the door relentlessly until Stiles pulled him away. But his werewolf strength kicked in and he pushed Stiles back, so his arm was released. He headed back to the door, but Stiles, being the ever persistent person he was, stopped him and pulled him with a sudden adrenaline rush down the hall, away from the scene. They stopped in a different hallway.
Scott's eyes flashed yellow as he turned to his best friend. "Stiles…"
Said boy threw his hands up in defense. "Look, Emily is safer in there than with us."
"Are you crazy?" Scott growled.
"Well, I have been tested," He replied.
Scott growled at him.
"Ok, sorry," Stiles apologized, stepping back from one of his best friends. "But look at it this way – the Alpha will follow us. We'll lead it away from her because it wants–"
Scott finished his statement with realization. "Me."
Stiles nodded, "Exactly."
At that moment, Scott chose to look out the window. He got the feeling someone was watching him and his feeling rang true.
There, on the roof of the school on other side, watching them was the Alpha. Stiles looked too and that was when the Alpha decided to strike. He barreled to them as fast as he could. That was enough to get the two best friends moving and out of there.
Stiles ignored saying 'I told you so' and continued on his merry way with one of his best friends away from a deadly Alpha.
You know; the usual.
-X-
Confession time.
I was never really afraid of high school. In fact, it was the opposite. I loved the school. The hours sucked hairy toes, yeah, but it was better than doing nothing at home. I don't know if it's obvious, but I tend to get bored easily. And school keeps me out of trouble. Let's just forget all those detentions.
But now as I walk down a dark hallway, I realize how afraid I am. This Murderous Pooch could be anywhere and I have to walk to the gym, which isn't that far, but still far enough to scare the shit out of me.
Get a hold of yourself, Emily. You're almost there and you'll be fine. God, why must you give me these out-of-shape legs? They are so slow! But I have to give you props; they are really good looking.
I hurried faster to the room as I heard a growl. I am not looking to be Murderous Pooch Chow. Besides, only Derek can eat me. After he wakes up, of course. Because he is sleeping right now. Just a little suspension of consciousness, that's all.
I sighed in relief as I made it to the gym doors. I pushed them open and was glad to find them unlocked. I sauntered in and noticed it was extremely dark. I grabbed my phone and turned it on, so the light from it shined.
Go under the bleachers, twin texted. All right, I can do that.
I moved my phone so the light from it showed me where the bleachers were. I began making my way over there when a thought occurred to me.
Scott texted me.
I slowed down.
Off his phone.
I was barely walking anymore.
That Derek had broken when he threw it at the wall of the parking garage.
I stopped moving and gasped out quietly, "I've been bamboozled."
A growl answered in reply.
I spun around and saw the Alpha standing at its full height. I was a few feet away from him, but with his speed he'd get me fast. I stumbled back a little and spoke, "Uh, good doggy?"
He growled again and crouched down, looking like he was about to lunge.
"No, bad doggy. No growl. No eat human girl."
He lunged.
I have a feeling he hasn't been properly trained.
A/N: I'm mean, huh? I finally update and then leave you with a cliffhanger. Go on, tell me how much you want to hit me. But hey, so now you see how Emily deals with tragedies. Yup, she goes into denial. Since she was so tramatized, there wasn't much dirty thoughts, but I snuck a few in.
So, you know the drill - let me know what you want to see. And I do actually listen because a lot of you guys wanted Emily to get separated and WAPA! I made it happen, so chaaa. Now let's try to get to 455 reviews, k?
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