[Diana. We are going to signal the Alpha with the schools PA system. Please come to the school.]
[Stiles, I'm not going to break into the school]
[Diana Derek's here.]
[Good then you'll be safe.]
[Please]
[No.]
[What If I get hurt?]
Diana growled at the text stream and rolled her eyes.
[Fine]
[Great how fast can you get here?]
[2 mins]
Diana tied her sneakers to her feet and crossed to her closet, the mirror there was uncovered and full length.
"Unde iter fiat mihi opus est ut" She said clearly into the glass and stepped forward.
Stiles heard a squeak and a sound like a body falling. He whipped round to see Diana whipping her hair back and brushing herself off.
"How did you?" He gaped. She just shrugged and walked over to the little meeting of men.
"Glass travel, it's dirty and nasty but it's quick." She shook her hair out, "Only trouble is the sand. It gets everywhere."
"You brought Preston?" Derek demanded angrily at Stiles.
"Hey, I need her here ok?!" Stiles defended. Diana nodded to her former babysitter,
"He's totally useless without me." She smirked, Stiles gaped at her,
"I am not-" then he saw that she was trying to hold back from laughing at Derek's expression. "You know what?"
"How've you been Tie-Dye?" Derek asked fondly his face softening. Diana grinned and confidently dove in for a hug.
"Been good Dare-Bear."
Scott looked mystified about what was happening.
Diana pulled away from her babysitter and looked back to the boys,
"What the hell?" Scott exclaimed.
"He was my babysitter." Diana defended herself. She sighed tiredly, "Let's just get this over with." She gestured to the door and the boys tentatively entered.
"So why are you really here?" Derek asked when they were alone.
"I was making a spell for my Aunt and Uncle's anniversary, which it tomorrow by the way, and it was a soul binding thing where they would die at the exact same moment. It slipped out of my folder at school and Stiles picked it up thereby completing the ritual and binding our souls together." Derek looked up at the stars in exasperation.
"So that little spaz dies and so do you?" He summarised. Diana moved to lean on the bonnet of the sleek black car.
"Basically."
A cat like yowl filled the air from the PA system.
"Christ." Derek swore with a grimace. Diana shook her head.
That was horrendous! What is he trying to do? Howl or act like a wounded cat? Diana demanded from Stiles,
I know! Ok I know. Hang on. He snapped back.
A true werewolf howl sounded from the school then shaking the bones in Diana's chest. She looked at Derek in wide eyed panic.
"Idiots." He grumbled. It wasn't long until those idiots came running out the building looking very proud of themselves.
When he was in reach of Diana she smacked Stiles' arm.
"What the shit?"
Stiles suddenly lost the look of pride.
"Are you two trying to bring the while state down upon us?" Derek demanded.
"I didn't think it would be that loud." Gaufed Scott.
Derek was about to say something else when they noticed that Scott's boss who had been tied up in the back of Derek's car was gone.
Next thing Diana knew she was watching blood pour out of her babysitter's mouth as the Alpha stood behind him.
Stiles immediately seized Diana's hand and began pulling her into the building past Derek's prone body, lying where he had landed from being thrown.
"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott demanded both of them crouched behind the door. Diana stood a little way off in the centre of the corridor inconsolable her body wracked with silent sobs as tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with the shock.
"Do I look like I have the key?"
An idea bloomed behind Stiles' eyes and he looked out of the little window in the door. The bolt cutters.
"No." Scott began, "Stiles."
Diana looked up at the boys only to see Stiles' figure slip out of the crack in the door. Fear gripped her and she darted forward.
"Stiles!" Scott and she cried, "Run!"
Stiles froze briefly but managed to return to the relative safety of the inside.
The bolt cutters were only just in place when Diana wacked at his arm.
"Stiles." Tears fell freely now "You idiot!" I could have died.
She kept hitting his arm until Scott was able to get a grip on her both of them sinking to the floor.
I'm sorry. I didn't think. Stiles replied guiltily. Scott gave him a look from behind the weeping girl which said 'What the hell?' But Stiles shook his head and took Diana's hand pulling them both up from the floor.
"We've gotta move." Scott nodded,
"But where?"
"No windows." Diana managed to gasp out her pale face illuminated with the light of the moon.
"The Locker room" both boys chimed and took off with a trailing Diana in tow.
Just so you know, I'm now magically useless. Diana informed Stiles; they turned the corner to the locker room.
What do you mean?
It always happens around emotional upset; you have to have the entire self in balance for the magic to work right. Diana explained entering a room that she would ordinarily have never entered.
That's why you can sometimes be a cold bitch? Stiles realised.
"Seriously?" Diana raised her palms up and Stiles grimaced,
"Sorry."
"Hey, look I know it's not ideal but it has the least windows Diana." Scott apologised quietly to her thinking the comment was about the lack of hygiene in the boys locker room.
"Whatever." Diana shook her head.
A clunk distracted the three from her general disgust. Diana subconsciously reached out for Stiles, grasping his arm.
Next thing she knew she was being bundled into a locker while the boys did the same. She could hear the person outside getting closer and closer. Diana began to hear her heart beat in her ears as she waited for the monster to find them.
The door crashed open. She screamed.
It was the janitor.
"What are you kids doing in here?" He pulled them out of the lockers and pushed them out the door.
"Just listen to me for one second." Stiles tried to explain but Diana knew it was a lost cause. Now she could see him again she wanted to reach out for him like she had before.
"Why don't you just shut up and go?" The janitor directed annoyed at the teens before him.
The door slammed shut and he screamed from behind it. Diana did grasp Stiles then. She was just as human as they were without her magic and with the amount of fear and emotion pooling round in her body she couldn't even light a candle if she tried.
Her hand flew to her mouth when the growl followed the blood spatter on the glass. She began to pull on Stiles' sleeve, who was pulling Scott away from the door.
Together they took off running into the school.
"Let's get out of here." Diana prompted guiding the boys to the nearest fire door.
They crashed into it but it didn't move more than a little. The monster had put the bins in front of the doors.
"What the hell?" Stiles demanded, Scott stuck his head out of the small gap and confirmed the blockage was indeed the bins.
Stiles began to franticly push on the doors trying to move the bins.
"Stiles." Diana called, "Stiles. Stop." Her voice made him think of the futility of his actions and he ceased pushing. The panic was still evident in his eyes though and Diana could feel he was close to breaking.
Scott pulled him away from the doors and they started off back down the corridor as one.
"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." He insisted, Diana nodded in solidarity to that statement. She had no desire to die at this age either.
"We're not going to die." Scott affirmed,
"What is it doing? What does it want?" Stiles questioned his freak out imminent.
I'm not going to let you die here Stiles. Diana tried to assure the scared boy.
"Like you can do anything Diana, you said so yourself you can't use magic because of Derek's death." He snapped at her. Scott looked back and forth between the pair confused.
"Okay, what's going on with you two? You barely know each other and now she's turning up places and you smell like Stiles all the time." He demanded.
"Diana's a Witch. Now can we get out of here please before we all die?!" Stiles blurted angry at the fact they had stopped.
"A Witch?" Scott was astounded, just when he thought his life couldn't get any weirder.
"Keep it to yourself." Diana snarked at him pushing past the two marching off down the corridor. "It wants Scott."
"Derek says it's stronger with a pack." Scott explained to the other terrified teens.
"Oh great, a psychotic werewolf that's into teamwork." Stiles said sarcastically. "That's, that's beautiful."
Scott looked out of the windows then. He stopped Stiles with his left arm, Scott had noticed something on the roof outside. Diana noticing the lapse in conversation turned and looked round at the two.
Stiles and Scott quickly turned and ran away back down the corridor like their lives depended on it, which they did.
Suddenly the beast crashed through the windows of the corridor.
Diana was on the other side of the beast from the boys watching them run away. She did the only thing that she could think of and ran back down the corridor trying desperately to put distance between her and the monster that could rip her limb from limb. Consequently she was moving further and further away from the boy who had by chance been given the power to end her short life.
She stopped a little way off when it became evident that the monster was not after her. She panted, her hands on her knees trying to calm herself back into a magic wielding state once again. Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac floated through her mind then, her mother had sung it to her before bedtime in place of a fairy story because to her they sent the wrong idea about Witches and she didn't want Diana to grow up hating what she was.
She stood and mumbling the lyrics began to wonder where the boys would have ended up. She figured that either way the car park would be a good place for them to all meet again. If they ever did. So she began to head back to the door they entered in at the start of what was turning out to be a hellish night.
"Diana?" It was Alison Argent.
"Alison?" Diana moved quickly towards the other girl, "What are you doing here?"
"Scott texted me, what are you doing here?" The monster must have text her, Diana thought quickly and said,
"Stiles texted me. Something about it being urgent." Diana shrugged, she looked about her anxiously "Now I just can't seem to find them."
Alison moved closer to Diana,
"How about we find them together? I don't like the idea of being alone here for some reason." Diana nodded and began to walk with Diana into the building.
"Hey, how did you get here?" Diana asked suddenly realising that they could have a way out.
"Jackson drove me."
"Jackson's here?" Diana exclaimed surprised. Alison smiled oblivious to the danger,
"Yeah, and Lydia."
Diana paled; her best friend was in the line of fire?
Lydia had effectually adopted Diana back in 6th grade and had been her best friend ever since, she was the first person that Lydia told about her parents divorce and the things going on with Jackson, they had few secrets from each other, other than the obvious.
"We need to find the guys and get out of here." Diana stated with a renewed vigour. Together they wandered off round the school,
"So, I kinda feel like you don't like me much? Is it because of Lydia? Because I want to be friends with you Diana I really do." Alison confessed when they were looking round the pool area,
"I want to be friends with you too Alison." Diana said in her usual detached way.
"Then what is it?" Alison pressed,
"My parents were killed back in England by a guy named Argent, I guess it just brings back bad memories." Diana shrugged, her Aunt had said it was in the Coven's best interests to get close to this girl so that was what she was going to do. The Coven always came first.
C'mon Stiles, where are you?
Alison looked at the auburn haired girl in a different light then, where before she had perceived her as stand offish and cold, Alison now saw a girl still feeling the loss of her parents.
She didn't get a chance to reply however before her phone rang, it was Jackson asking where they were.
"Hey, I can't seem to find them. Did find Diana though, she's looking for them too." Alison answered, "Okay, give me a second we'll be right there."
"Everything ok?" Diana asked. Alison opened her mouth to answer but her phone went off again. Stiles. Diana could clearly see his name on the screen.
Seriously, you ring her but won't answer me? Diana scolded Stiles,
Little busy. Was his only reply.
What is the point in having you in my head if you don't tell me how to help you, oh I'm fine by the way my magic is just about in use. Diana told him tersely. But when no answer came from Stiles she became annoyed. Fine.
"Stiles?" Alison answered,
"Alison, listen to me where are you?" Scott demanded. Alison looked to Diana their faces reflecting each other's irritation.
"I'm at the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?"
"Where in the school, where are you right now?" Scott demanded.
"On the first floor." Alison detailed still looking at Diana who was listening with rapt attention.
"Where? Where are you exactly?"
"The swimming pools?" Alison was growing confused as to the demanding nature of the call, she had been invited there after all.
"Get to the lobby." Scott directed, "Go now."
Alison was getting scared now and Diana tried to mirror it, after all she was pretending to not know what was going on.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." She hung up and together the girls took off towards the direction of the lobby.
When Stiles and Scott crashed into the room Diana breathed out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding.
So you're ok then? She directed at Stiles raising her eyebrows. In response he pulled open his jacket a little so she could see for herself that he was unharmed.
I'm fine. We were able to trap it one of the basement rooms but it got out through the ceiling. Stiles nodded back at her.
"Okay." Diana breathed. Scott was interrogating Alison next to her but she wasn't paying attention.
Alison showed him her phone.
"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send that text?" Alison said nervously, "Diana got one from Stiles too."
Play along. Diana quickly directed at Stiles, He looked panicked and a little worried but played his part,
"No she couldn't have, I haven't sent any." Stiles said quickly.
"I haven't sent any either." Scott protested. Stiles came closer,
"Look, did you drive here?" He demanded of Alison, she was after all the weakest one of the group, a normal human. She was in the most danger.
"Jackson did."
"Jackson's here?" Scott moaned, Stiles threw his head back; this could not get much worse.
"And Lydia." Alison finished, Stiles looked about him
This could literally not get any worse. Stiles said through their link. Alison's phone began to go then,
"Where are you?" She answered, seconds later the doors to the lobby opened again revealing Lydia and Jackson marching into the room.
"Finally." Lydia sighed, "Can we go now?"
The ceiling began to make a noise like a weight was shifting inside it, Diana took Lydia's hand, her friend would need all the support that Diana could give and she could give a lot. They all looked up.
"Run." Scott directed needlessly, Diana already pulling the other red head towards the stairs.
The ceiling heaved again birthing the monster directly onto the floor below, where they had been standing a second ago.
It gave chase, heading the young students down the corridor towards the lunch room doors. Scott slammed the doors shut behind them and began to lock them.
Diana watched a little way off as they all but Stiles began to pile things up against the doors.
The windows. It won't work. Diana looked to Stiles he nodded.
"Scott wait, not here."
"What was that?" Alison demanded.
"It came in through the ceiling." Lydia cried, the girl was beginning to freak out. Diana moved to hold her friend; Stiles caught her arm and stopped her.
He kept trying to stop them from moving the furniture but they weren't listening.
"Hey!" Diana tried too but was also ignored by the panicking group.
"Guys? Stiles. Talking." He was growing impatient, "Can we hang on one second please?"
They kept moving the chairs to the door not realising the blatant weakness of the room.
"HELLO!" Stiles bellowed throwing up his arms, that finally got them to stop. They all turned to look at Stiles then,
"Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job everyone," Lydia clung to Jackson and Alison moved closer to Scott, Diana looked for their auras noticing them going a black colour, fear literally radiating from them. "Now, what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?" Stiles gestured dramatically to the wall of glass. Exasperation coloured their faces.
"Can somebody please explain what's going on. Because I'm freaking out here." Alison pleaded; Diana was beginning to not like her even more. She came from a family of hunters but was as soft as a new born. Alison looked to Scott to explain, Diana rolled her eyes.
Some girls really have no capability to save themselves do they? Diana thought to what she thought was herself.
Some girls don't have five hundred generations of magic behind them Diana. Stiles replied testily.
Fifteen hundred. Diana corrected,
What?
I have fifteen hundred generations of Witches behind me. You really think humans created fire on their own? Diana thought,
"How is that relevant now?!" Stiles burst at Diana talking aloud instead of through their connection.
"I'd say that's pretty relevant Stiles. I'd like to know what's going on too." Jackson said looking at Stiles strangely.
"Scott?" Scott was freaking out too but Alison didn't realise, she kept pawing at him, he pushed her away and moved from the group, Diana could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
Can you not doin something? Stiles asked Diana in his desperation.
Nope, I wish I could just grab you and Lydia and just pull you through the nearest full-size reflection but I can't without revealing what I am and not only putting myself at risk but you, and my entire coven. Diana shook her head.
Jackson looked at the two of them then his arms wide, his face questioning, demanding silently that someone give him answers.
Ah fuck. Stiles thought,
"Somebody killed the janitor." Stiles said giving them something. Scott shot Stiles a look,
"What?" Lydia questioned in disbelief, Stiles moved closer to the group and consequently to Diana who was now on Lydia's other side.
"Yeah the Janitors dead." He breezed trying to emulate Diana's preternatural calmness.
"What's he talking about, this a joke?" Alison demanded looking round the people in the room, mainly Scott. They were starting to freak out now.
"Wha- Who killed him?" Jackson asked,
"No, no, no, this was supposed to be over, it was a mountain lion." Lydia panicked, Diana took her hand and Lydia squeezed it.
Scott was still agonising about what to tell everyone.
"Don't you get it, it wasn't a mountain lion." Jackson told her briskly,
"Well then what was it?" Alison demanded shakily. "What does he want?"
Well that answers that. Diana thought, She defiantly doesn't know about her family's occupation.
"What's happening." Alison whispered to herself more than the group. "Scott!"
"I- I don't know." Scott answered just as anxious as the rest of them, Diana was too but she was containing it so that if she had to she could get her and Stiles out.
"If we go out there he's going to kill us." Scott said definitively.
"Us? He's going to kill us?" Lydia demanded, Stiles had moved so that he was by Diana's side then, all of them watching Scott a little way off.
"Who?" Alison breathed, Diana looked at her harshly then, the fear was infectious, she couldn't have Stiles be affected, if he freaked out then she would have to get him home, human anxiety could cause heart problems and she was not dying because of that.
The focus of their attention shifted from Scott to Stiles, he had done the talking before but now he looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Who. Is it?" Alison demanded, she wasn't getting any answers and it was frustrating her no end.
Stiles floundered, looking from Diana to Scott for help.
After an impossibly long moment Scott sounded,
"It's Derek, its Derek Hale." Stiles and Diana looked incredulously at the young werewolf, Diana's mouth opening and closing rapidly. She looked at Stiles only for him to look at her with the same expression.
"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson scoffed, Alison shook her head,
"Are you sure?"
"I saw him." Scott assured the terrified group.
"The mountain lion." Lydia shakily tried to argue. Diana felt the tips of her left hands fingers go numb under Lydia's grip.
"No! Derek killed them!" Scott didn't turn around, it was probably a good thing as he was a terrible liar.
"All of them?" Alison asked,
"Yeah, starting with his own sister." Scott accused. Diana couldn't find words,
I'm so sorry, please just go with it; it might be the only way that we can all get out. Stiles said down their link, Diana could only respond in emotions and sent them to Stiles,
Wow, okay, not feeling great, I get that. He said reaching for her physically she pulled away this time though.
"And the bus driver?" Alison breathed incredulously.
"A-and the guy in the video store." Scott detailed, the story wasn't really ringing true Diana could hear that in the disbelief in Alison's voice. "It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. If we don't get out now he's going to kill us too."
Scott turned then and locked eyes with Diana; he had just accused her family friend of multiple gruesome murders all so that he could keep his secret. She shook her head softly at him, betrayal clear in her eyes.
"Call the cops." Jackson demanded. Scott was shifting about visibly upset.
"No." Stiles refused.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean no, you wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh." Stiles sassed back. "Look Derek killed three people okay, we don't know what he's armed with." Stiles looked at Scott who was being eaten by guilt and thinking desperately how he could get them all out of the building safely.
"Your dad is armed with a whole Sheriff's department." Jackson patronised. "Call him."
"Hey." Diana said stepping between the two boys,
"I'm calling." Lydia announced pulling her phone from her bag. Stiles moved to stop her,
"No, Lydia, would you just hang on?" He demanded; Jackson pushed past Diana to keep Stiles from stopping his girlfriend from calling the police; Diana pushed him off Stiles indignantly. Stiles stopped moving however and stood behind Diana despondently.
"Yes, we are at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped and we need you to-" Diana looked at Lydia, she had to have been cut off from the other end, Lydia spluttered a bit indicating to Diana this phone call was not going at all well.
"She hung up on me?" Lydia was mystified. There had been a warning about prank calls about a break in at the high school. Diana rolled her eyes with a sigh. Jackson shot her a look in response,
"Said if I called again they would trace it and have me arrested."
"So call again." Alison insisted. Stiles shook his head,
"No they won't trace a cell; and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."
Alison shook her head putting it in her hands,
"Wha- What is this?" She freaked, "Why does Derek wanna kill us, why-" Diana tuned out instead looking to Stiles, his mopey face betraying the hopelessness that he felt.
You'll be on my mind, don't give yourself away, to the weight of love, you'll be on your side, don't give yourself away to the weight of love. Diana pushed down their link, her reasoning being that her mother used to sing to her when she was upset, Diana couldn't hold a tune in a bucket with a lid on it so this was the next best thing.
Stiles glanced down at her his face morphing from hopeless to confused. Diana gave him a little smile in response,
I'm on your side. Always. She nodded at him.
Stiles looks round at Scott who as usual looked clueless. Everyone looked to him,
"Why's everyone looking at me?" He demanded
"You're the one that sent her the text!" Lydia exclaimed, Scott floundered to explain, looking to Stiles for help, eventually snapping at Alison, a hurt look coming over her face.
"Alright why don't we ease back on the throttle here yeah?" Stiles said pushing Scott and him away from the group.
Diana's hand was grasped once again by Lydia pulling her over to comfort Alison while the boys talked; Jackson seemed to have the same idea as Diana and was watching the pair intently.
"I know it goes against your programming but could you at least try and not be a total bitch right now?" Jackson said to Diana. The girls froze; Diana levelled Jackson with a look of disbelief.
"Excuse me." Diana said carefully.
"I don't know if it's a British thing or what but we're all freaking out and you're just acting like it's any other Wednesday night." Jackson accused, Stiles stopped talking to Scott, his focus on the developing situation.
"Rolling your eyes when Alison freaks out and the dumb cop hangs up on Lydia." Jackson moved a little closer to Diana, getting into her space.
Diana? Stiles asked cautiously, he knew she had a grip on her magic again but looked like she was about to pitch Jackson out the window.
Instead he witnessed what he could only describe as the best card that a girl can ever play.
Diana began to cry. Her eyes welled and spilled over, her face still stoic but her eyes filled with hatred.
"Jackson!" Lydia admonished her boyfriend who had the decency to look ashamed.
You ok? Stiles queried, Lydia was now comforting both the taller girls, one in each arm.
I'm fine. I love making him freak out because he made the girl cry. Stiles caught her eye, his face full of disbelief at her sarcasm. Diana wiped her eyes with her oversized sheepskin lined denim jacket sleeve; I have a handle on my magic still if that's what you were really asking.
"Oh okay assheads!" Jackson snapped, "New plan, Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?" He looked about him at the girls behind.
"He's right." Scott insisted, "Tell him the truth if you have to just, just call him." Stiles looked betrayed, his mouth open in shock.
Still on my side? He asked,
Always. Diana responded instantly.
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." He told Scott definitively, he shook his head and moved away.
Jackson took that moment to snap.
"Alright give me the phone." Jackson rushed forward grasping at Stiles, Diana raised her hand to stop him with magic if necessary.
It was not necessary. Stiles whipped round and with considerable force punched Jackson in the face knocking him away.
Nice hit. Diana congratulated. It went unanswered.
"Jackson. You ok?" Alison cried rushing to his side. Diana was shocked.
She really does not grasp the situation does she? Diana thought sparing a glance at Lydia. Lydia appeared hurt by the actions of her friend but quickly hid it, as she always did. It was one of the reasons why Diana loved the girl so much, they both had a no nonsense attitude to life.
Alison stared at Stiles shocked about the sudden violence from the normally quiet boy; the normally quiet boy who was only now pulling his phone from his jacket pocket to call his father.
"Dad, hey it's me." He looked at Diana, his fast growing comfort blanket, "And it's your voice mail. Look I need you to call me back, now. Like right now." Sound resonated from the blocked doors then, the monster was back and was trying to get in, "We're at the school, Dad, we're at the school."
The monsters attempt became more vehement and the teens clustered together, Diana's gaze primarily on her soul partner.
"The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Diana exclaimed,
"That only goes up!" Jackson argued. Diana reached out for Stiles grasping his sleeve,
"Up is better than here." She said pulling the boy backwards from the door.
Together they tore through the school trying every class room door to see which were open. Eventually coming across the chemistry classroom and piling themselves inside. Scott lodging a stool under the door handle.
They were all silient for a long moment, Scott straining to hear the monster. Stiles grabbed at the shoulder of his jacket.
Diana could hear her heart beat in her ears again.
Her hand flew over her mouth. She could see the shadow pass by the door window.
Breathe. It was Stiles. He was getting to know her like she was getting to know him and he knew in that moment that she had stopped breathing out of fear.
"Jackson how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked thinking of getting everyone out of there.
"Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap." He replied without the usual bite, he was terrified too.
"I barely fit in the back!" Alison shot down.
"It doesn't matter, there's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles reasoned.
I could get you out if it was just you. Diana offered, Stiles shook his head minutely at her. Just an offer.
"What about this?" Scott directed their attention to the locked fire escape door. "This leads to the roof, we can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in like seconds."
"But it's locked. With a deadbolt. " Diana pointed out.
"The janitor has a key." Scott realised. Diana frowned at him like he was being intentionally thick.
"The janitor's body has a key. I'm calling my Uncle, he can go over to the police station and they can all come and get us." Diana said pulling out her phone.
"I can get it. I can get the key." Scott insisted to Stiles.
Diana moved away so she could call her guardian,
"Hi Di. Why are you calling me from your room?" Her Uncle's voice sounded through the phone.
"I'm not I'm at the school there is something trying to kill me and my friends."
The line went silent.
"Hunter?" He pressed.
"Nope, the other problem." Diana said cryptically, knowing that her friends, mainly Jackson were listening in. All the while Scott was trying to come up with an idea of his own.
"Werewolf? Alpha?" He sounded rightly concerned now.
"Ugh-huh." Diana agreed.
"Honey, are you with the Sherriff's boy?"
"With Stiles? Yeah why?" Diana asked, only to be met with silence.
"Hang on for one hour. Can you do that?"
"Yeah I can why-" the line went dead. Diana looked at her phone; it had run out of battery.
She turned back around holding the device aloft.
"Dead." She confirmed, Jackson groaned.
"I'm going for the keys." Scott said moving over to Alison to tell her.
What did he say? Stiles asked, Diana moved over to him again and stood as close as she could without actual physical contact.
He asked if we could hold on for an hour.
A lot can happen in an hour. Stiles said. Diana nodded,
I know.
"You can't go out there un-armed." Alison insisted. Scott grabbed the pointer stick used for class and tried to hold it like a weapon. Diana put her head in her hand while Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Well its better than nothing!" Scott insisted.
"There's gotta be something else." Stiles said, Lydia looked to Diana then, both of them having the same idea flash through their minds,
"There is." Diana said, Lydia looked to the chemical storage cabinet,
"In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."
"Self-igniting…"
"Molotov Cocktail." Lydia said slowly, Jackson looked round at her and Lydia realised that her stupid mask had fallen, "What? I read it somewhere."
"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles gestured to the locked glass doors. Jackson rolled his eyes and elbowed the pane, smashing it and making loads of noise.
Diana threw her hands out in front of her as if to catch all the sound he was making. He looked at her then, the glass shards littering the floor and part of his now torn leather jacket. Diana rested her hands on her head.
"Want to make some more noise there Jackass?" She hissed.
"Oh shut up," He hissed back while Lydia dove for the chemicals.
