"Before I die,
I'd like to do something nice."
Tw: brief mention / description of panic attack.
Panting, the group of teenagers were quiet. They were in a chemistry lab, hiding. Yet again. Not too far away, they could hear distant growls. Holding their breath, they could feel their hearts thumping against their chests. The Alpha passed the chemistry lab, continuing his hunt as they all let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott questioned, sitting down on the floor. And he thought that being a werewolf meant that you had more energy. How wrong he had been.
"Only five."
"Five! I barely fit in the back," Allison whispered. Who needed a Porsche when you could have a car that actually fit people inside of it.
"Well, two of us are kind of goners then considering there's seven of us here and only five can get in the car!" Stiles hissed. Unless two people wanted to be strapped to the roof or could run behind the car, they stood no chance.
"It doesn't matter, we can't get out without drawing attention to ourselves," Jade whispered back.
"What about this door? It leads to a fire escape, we can get to the parking lot in seconds!" Scott exclaimed, feeling a bit more optimistic. It didn't last long when he found out that it was a deadbolt. Maybe Jade should try being positive sometimes, instead of bursting everyone's bubble. It would suit her much more than her current mindset.
Max separated from the main group, holding near his heart in pain. The walls were collapsing in on him from every side, making his chest feel as if it was being forced through a small tunnel. Sliding down against the wall away from the others, he tried to calm his breathing. Five things he could see, four things he could feel, three things he could hear, two things he could smell, one thing he could taste. Fear. It was the only thing that was on the tip of his tongue.
"Is he okay?" Lydia asked Jade, concern lacing her voice as she tried to see over the chairs and tables that were blocking her sight.
"Just leave him for a second, I'll talk to him," Jade whispered back. Approaching her brother, she knelt down beside him, trying not to draw too much attention to the situation, which would just overwhelm him even more. "Want me to stay with you?"
"I'm gonna go get the key," Scott whispered as Jade rejoined the group.
"What? You can't go out there unarmed," Allison exclaimed in a hushed tone. He was more insane than she thought. Did he think a teenager had a chance against fighting a murderer? It would just end up with him getting hurt or even worse. She didn't want to think about that, what she would do if he got hurt.
Grabbing a stick with a pointer finger on the end of it, Scott held it in his hand like he was prepared to go golfing. They all stared at him with look that could easily be read. They thought he was stupid, and to be fair, he didn't blame them. It was a stupid idea. "Well, it's better than nothing!"
"There's got to be something else," Stiles tried to reason, wrecking his brain for something that would avoid Scott having to go out there. At this point, he would take sacrificing someone just so they could get out. Hey! They could sacrifice Jackass! In his opinion, that was a wonderful plan that worked out in everyone's favour.
"There is," Lydia said, Max coming to stand beside her. The break away from the main group had given him enough time to get his empath abilities under control. Handling everyone's emotions as well as his own, was killing him. The two teens simultaneously looked at a nearby cupboard, then back to each other, smirking slightly.
"What? Throw acid on him!" Stiles questioned, waving his arms around as he followed their line of sight.
Rolling her eyes, Lydia sighed. She was surrounded by a bunch of imbeciles. "No. Like a fire bomb."
"In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail," Max added, tilting his head towards the cabinet.
"Self-igniting..." Stiles began. Why didn't they just put it in simpler terms? Maybe English?
"Molotov cocktail," Lydia finished for him, an irritated glint to her voice. The group glanced over at her in shock as she squirmed under their gaze. They all knew that Max loved chemistry; the twins and Allison knew Lydia was smart, but the others apparently didn't. "What? I read it somewhere."
"We don't have a key for that either," Scott responded. Jackson sighed deeply before smashing his arm into the glass cabinet, watching the broken pieces fall to the floor.
"That works too," Jade nodded, throwing her hands up in the air. Huh. Maybe he could help with one or two things every now and again.
After a full five minutes of everyone running around like headless chickens while they gathered together the supplies, the molotov cocktail was ready. Putting the lid on the flask, Lydia handed it carefully to Scott, making sure not to drop it.
"No. This is insane, you are not going out there," Allison hissed, running a hand through her long hair that was sat on her shoulders. A panic attack was brewing, and she didn't know if she would be able to fight if off or not.
"I have to! We can't just wait here for Stiles' dad to check his messages," Scott whispered, his eyes full of pity.
"You could die. Don't you get that?"
"Somebody has to do something."
"Scott, just stop!" Allison threw her hands up in the air in desperation. She was practically pleading with him now, her voice wobbling as she spoke. "Do you remember when you told me you can tell when I'm lying? That I have a tell? So do you. You're a horrible liar, and you've been lying all night."
Jackson smirked to himself at the pair on the verge of breaking up. Jade, catching the action, slapped him around the head with the back of her hand. Dickhead.
"Just- please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please," Allison begged, tears flowing down her face. The couple stared at each other for a few seconds, having a full conversation to talk with their eyes.
"Lock it behind me," Scott finally said. He went to walk away, but Allison pulled him into a kiss. Finally getting out of her grasp, he made his way out the door. Jade quickly jumped off the desk she was on, heading towards her cousin before he could leave without her.
"What are you doing?" he questioned, his lips parted in confusion.
"You hardly think I'm gonna let you go on your own, do you?" she whispered with a small grin. Trouble and chaos was her middle name.
"No way," Allison hissed, grabbing Jade's arm. Stiles went to object too, but Max put an arm out to stop him, shaking his head.
"Hey," the blonde said looking at her best friend. "I'll be fine," she reassured, smiling softly. Finally, with one last look, Allison let go of her.
Looking behind her at Max, she raised a brow. Silently, he nodded. He knew there was no point arguing with Jade, as she'd still go regardless of what he said. She was a witch and he knew she could take care of herself. If he was being honest, Scott also had a better chance of being safe if Jade was with him.
"I don't like this," Scott said, pushing her shoulder back gently in a serious yet jokingly fashion.
"I'll be fine," she insisted. Sighing, he nodded and opened the door.
Jade went to follow him, but was yanked back. Lydia was holding the arm of her jacket, scrunching the shiny material into a ball. "Be careful," she whispered quietly, her green eyes staring the blonde down.
"I will," Jade whispered back. It took a second, but reluctantly, Lydia let go of her.
~
"I mean it Jade," Scott whispered. "If he tries to attack me, run."
"Fine!" she hissed back. Keeping her heartbeat as steady as possible, she crossed her fingers behind her back. It was a childish action but she didn't care, she could use it as an excuse later.
Entering the gym hall, they tip-toed quietly along the hardwood floor. Scott walked underneath the bleachers, Jade right behind him. He grasped the flask tighter in his hand, his sweaty palms making him afraid that he would drop it.
Jade stopped in her tracks, which caught Scott's attention when he no longer heard the chains on her boots clinking. He turned around to see her frozen in place, staring at something above her.
There was blood dripping into her hair, staining her scalp. The janitor was hanging upside down, his leg tied to one of the seats.
Carefully placing the molotov cocktail on the floor, Scott attempted to take the keys that were hanging off his belt. Jade grabbed the flask, gagging when blood dripped onto her arm.
Scott swung across the metal bars like a monkey, holding on for dear life when he realised how high off the ground he was. His hand was an inch away from the keys. He made a grab for them, the bunch jingling slightly.
The bleachers began to close in on them, about to squash them under the rows and rows of equipment. Scott grabbed the keys, pulling Jade along with him as they tried to escape.
They barely made it in time, the bleachers closing with a clang. Jade slipped and landed hard on her knees. "Ow," she sarcastically muttered, a red friction burn already starting to appear.
The Alpha sprinted out of nowhere, Jade quickly scrambling to her feet. She didn't particularly feel like being murdered by a werewolf tonight. Or any night, for that matter.
"Come get me," Scott challenged before throwing the flask at the Alpha.
It simply shattered, but it didn't ignite. Jade went to shoot a fire ball to set the flames alight, but there was no point. The liquid was spilt all over the floor now anyway, and it wouldn't have worked.
The Alpha swiped a claw at Jade, sending her flying into a nearby wall. She fell to the ground holding her ribs in pain. Her vision went blurry for a second. She could faintly make out the outline of the Alpha towering over Scott, before everything went black and her eyes flickered closed.
~
The group that were still in the chemistry lab were huddled around in the room. There was an unspoken amount of anxiety that clouded their thinking in the silence.
Max suddenly gasped, holding his ribs in pain.
"Are you okay?" Stiles questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Max simply looked at him, trying to communicate without having to say anything. Stiles got the message, nodding in understand. A loud growl echoed from the corridors, but it sounded even closer.
Jackson, out of nowhere, collapsed to his knees, clutching his neck and shouting in pain. Not even two seconds later, Max was lying on the ground, in the exact same state.
Jackson's yelling subsided soon after, but he glanced at Max, a faint look of concern on his face. The boy was still in pain, his thrashing about still not easing.
The rest of the ground rushed to his side, panicked. "What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked, trying to hold him down so he wouldn't hit his head off of a nearby chair that he was inching closer and closer towards.
"I- I don't know!" Stiles exclaimed. He had a rough idea what was wrong with the boy but he couldn't exactly turn around to the others and go, 'oh he's fine, his cousin or sister is just being attacked and he's an empath so he's having an amazing time feeling their pain.'
Max stopped moving about, and slowly opened his eyes, which he hadn't even realised had been closed.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Allison asked, leaning him up against something with a flat surface.
"I'm fine," he replied, trying to stop his hands from shaking. He was in fact, far from fine. Every bone in his body were aching and felt like they were on fire. He was also terrified that, because of what had just happened, Jade had got hurt. At least if Scott had been hurt, he could heal. Jade had to heal herself, which if she had been seriously hurt, she wouldn't be able to do.
The group looked at him in disbelief, not believing for a second that he was okay. They had just witnessed, what appeared to be Max having some sort of exorcism or a fight with a demon. Possibly both. There was no way he was fine.
"I don't know what it was, but I'm okay, I promise," he tried to reassure them, a ghost of a smile on his face.
It didn't work in the slightest.
~
Waking up, her vision was still blurry. Jade made her way to her feet, wobbling slightly as the world straightened out. She assumed she probably had a few bruised ribs. But that was currently at the bottom of her list of things to worry about, because Scott was nowhere to be found. "I swear to God this town must want me dead."
Beginning to gain her balance again, she made her way out of the hall. Sitting down in the dampness of under the staircase, she quickly waved her hand. Doing a locator spell, the exact same process as she had done multiple times before, she follows the dot on the map that was labelled 'Scott McCall.'
Seeing that he was upstairs towards the chemistry lab that her friends were in, she ran up the stairs. Stopping and slowing her steps, she decided that it would be better to try and be quiet considering she didn't know where the Alpha was. For all she knew, he could be right behind her, waiting to make his move.
Reaching the corridor she needed to be on, she spotted Scott standing up by the chemistry lab, transformed into his wolf form. He locked the door that the others were in, before turning to face Jade.
He started to stagger towards her, like an animal stalking it's prey. Standing her ground, she held her hands out lowly to show she wasn't going to hurt him. Apparently, he wasn't feeling very peaceful. Throwing her hand in the air effortlessly, she sent a force field his way. He stumbled backwards, after running straight into it. "Find your anchor," she said in a hushed yet clear whisper. That was all he needed to do. Find his anchor. Get control.
They continued in circles for a few minutes, Scott trying to attack her, her sending force fields his way. Finally, he looked up at his cousin, returned to his human self.
Sirens sounded in the background, Jade feeling a wave of déjá vu wash over her. The police had finally arrived. It was over.
~
After a very heartwarming conversation about how the Alpha wanted Scott to kill all of his old pack members, ie: Jade, Stiles and Max, they fell silent. Scott started to walk towards an ambulance nearby, not wanting to have to look his friends in the eye.
"How did you-" Stiles began as soon as he caught sight of who was sitting in the back seat of the vehicle.
"Get out?" Scott's boss, Deaton, said. "Not easily. And from what they tell me I'm alive thanks to you four. I think I owe you a raise, Scott."
"Okay, you guys should let the EMT's do their jobs," Sheriff Stilinski commented, dragging the teens away from the man, who sent a small wave after them. "Are you two sure you're okay?" he asked, addressing the twins. He didn't want them to go home and die because they had fell asleep after having a concussion. But he was satisfied when they nodded honestly, dragging his son away to his own police car.
"There's Mel," Max said, pointing to the right. The woman beeped the horn of her car at them, an alarmed look on her face.
"One sec, I'm gonna go talk to Allison," Scott said, jogging towards the girl and away from his cousins.
"Also, Jade?" Max questioned, a curious tone to his voice.
"Yeah?"
"You have to heal me when we get home before I pass out."
"Yeah, first I have to heal my broken ribs and make sure I don't actually have a concussion," she responded, laughing slightly as she held her head in pain.