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"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott exclaimed in the midst of my breakdown.
I pounded my fist against the door. I needed to help Derek, I had to. He may be cross sometimes, but I'm about all the family he has left. Family doesn't abandon each other, well, unless you're Eric. But he's no where in my range of worry at the moment.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles retorted.
He and Scott where both gripping the bar handles of the double doors, Stiles also holding onto me. I knew I had to pull myself together, for their sake. I took in a sharp breath and wiped my face on the sleeve of my sweater. I still clung to Stiles's right arm.
"Grab something!" Scott ordered.
"What?" Stiles questioned.
The two where just as frantic as I, although possibly not quite as distraught. I'm sure that Derek's injury actually has pleased the two. But that's only because they don't know him like I do; they don't know how much they need him.
"Anything!"
Stiles calmed for a moment, sparking an idea in his mind. He glanced at me with a purpose in his eyes before standing up and peering through the narrow window on the door. Scott and I both stood as well, me finally releasing my grip on Stiles.
We followed Stiles' eyes to the pair of yellow bolt cutters that lay abandoned on the cement sidewalk. It took me a few seconds longer to figure out the plan Stiles had concocted in his imaginative mind. It was then that I reattached my hand to his arm, hoping that my touch would somehow ease him out of risking his life.
He curled his fingers around the push bar to open the door. "No," I said.
"Yes," said Stiles without hesitation. Scott repeated my order but Stiles pushed him off.
"No, Stiles, you are not going out there!" I said, a pathetic strain in my voice. I had seen what The Alpha had done to Derek; I couldn't go on if it did the same to Stiles. The thought itself sent a chill throughout my spine.
He turned around to face me. He removed my hand and held both of my arms down to my sides. His copper eyes gazed into my blue ones with a sense of furious determination. Yet, they also carried a hint of doubt.
"I'll be right back, okay?" He said to me.
I looked at him for what seemed to be not enough time. I worried that it was the last time I would ever see his face, the last time I would ever see the way his nose curved so delicately, the way his jaw would always flex when he was nervous. I glanced to his lips secretly, hoping he wouldn't notice how badly I just wanted to kiss him.
None the less, I cried again and nodded my head. He gave my arms a light squeeze before letting them go and pushing through the door. He crept outside and closed the door behind him. I felt so far away from him now, as if he's miles away. I let out an accidental sob and covered my mouth.
I held my breath as Scott and I watched Stiles through the narrow windows. He moved carefully to the bolt cutters, making sure to be aware of his surroundings. I heard a low growl from the distance and saw The Alpha creeping out from behind Stiles' jeep. The monster was on all fours, its devilish red eyes finding Stiles.
Scott and I both began pounding on the doors, yelling for Stiles to hurry. I felt sick as I watched the werewolf prepare for its attack. Stiles froze and looked back at the creature, bolt cutters in hand. One look was all it took for Stiles to rush inside to safety, away from The Alpha that had begun to sprint at him.
Once inside, Stiles slammed the cutters through the door handles, securing them. I took a step back and let out short breaths, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. I wanted to hug Stiles, thankful that he was okay, but I stopped myself. Now wasn't exactly the time for that. Right now, the priority is to get the hell out of here and do it alive.
Scott and Stiles were both breathing heavily as well. They peered through the windows again, seeing if the coast was clear. The Alpha had run off somewhere else, somewhere we couldn't see it.
"Oh my god, where is it?" Scott asked, breathless. Stiles shined the flashlight through the glass for a better look. "Where'd it go?"
The parking lot was completely abandoned aside from Derek's Camaro and Stiles' jeep. The Alpha was nowhere in sight. I couldn't quite decide if that was a good thing.
The boys both began backing away from the doors. Stiles bumped into me and turned around in alarm. He must've forgotten I was there. To my surprise, he gripped my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked. He glanced over to Stiles and I. His eyes flickered to our entangled hands for a moment, but he said nothing about it. His concern was far larger than either of our love lives.
"Probably not," said Stiles flatly. His eyes were wide as the reality and danger of the situation began to settle in. I chewed the inside of my lip as I realized that we were essentially trapped in here, with only a flicker of hope of escaping.
The three of us turned around. Stiles shined the flashlight down the dark and deserted hallway. Small slivers of light peaked through windows and doors of classrooms. It was an eerie and unsettling feeling to be in the school this late at night. It's usually buzzing with students and staff, now it's just the three of us against a homicidal werewolf. The same werewolf that just so happened to destroy my life.
Without another moment of hesitation, we sprinted down the hall and into the nearest classroom. Scott and Stiles began moving the desk to the door when Stiles cut them off by holding up his hand. He glanced back over his shoulder at the door. I stood next to him, my lungs pumping as much air as they could.
"The door's not gonna keep it out," said Stiles.
"I know," said Scott.
"It's your boss."
"What?" Scott and I exclaimed in unison.
"Deaton, The Alpha, your boss!" Stiles said with force, pointing an accusatory finger.
"No!" We repeated.
"Yes! Murdering, psycho werewolf!"
"No, that can't be." I stated.
As bad as it looked, I knew that Deaton couldn't possibly be The Alpha. When I look him in the eyes I don't see a man who could have killed all those people, including Mom and Zoe. He's something, but he's not The Alpha.
"He disappears and ten seconds later that thing appears to toss Derek twenty feet in the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles pressed.
"It's not him!" Scott defended.
"He killed Derek."
Stiles's words stung in a way I never though possible. A lump rose in my throat and a burning inferno of rage towards that monstrous creature settled in the pit of my stomach. It had taken far too much from me, most of it people.
"Derek's not dead." I said sharply. "No, he can't be dead!"
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury! He's dead and we're next," said Stiles. I held in another sob and took a step away from him and closer to Scott.
"Okay, just...w-what do we do?" Scott asked, becoming flustered.
Stiles looked to me as I continued to distance myself from him. He masked an apologetic look, one which I ignored. He took a deep breath and diverted his gaze to Scott. "We get to my jeep, we get outta here, and you seriously think about quitting your job. Good?"
"Okay," breathed Scott.
I felt small as Stiles rushed past me to look out the windows. It was an unbearable pain to think about Derek dead. He just couldn't be. He'll heal...he has to heal.
My breaths were shaky as I followed the two to stare out the glass. I felt like we were stuck inside a snow globe, those on the outside able to shake us as they please. They only way out involved cracks and breaking.
Scott attempted to open one of the windows, but Stiles stopped him. "They won't open. The school's climate controlled."
"Then we break it," said Scott.
"Which would make a lot of noise," pointed Stiles.
Scott looked around helplessly. "Then we...run really fast,"
I shook my head as I buried my face in my hands. I felt more tears stinging the back of my eyes. It hurt to hold them in. It was beginning to feel like my eyeballs would come bursting out of their sockets by a rush of salty tears. I just wanted Derek to be okay and for us to be okay. In order to maintain what little sanity I have left, I need everyone to make it through the night.
Stiles was looking around the room, hopeless for an idea. I took in a deep breath as I studied him. I memorized the moles on his neck and jawline. I recorded in my mind all of his fidgety movements. If one of us doesn't make it out of here, I at least wanted to be able to remember the little things.
"Stiles," Scott spoke, peering out the window. "What's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"
Stiles immediately reacted to the question by moving next to Scott and looking for himself. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong,"
I followed their gazes to the old and beaten up blue jeep, although it was more beaten up than usual. The front corner of the hood was bent upwards. Something had definitely happened to it. Stiles began freaking out about the state of his precious vehicle. He shined the flashlight on it for a moment just to be sure he had seen it clearly.
"What the hell?" He questioned, angered and exasperated.
That same moment, a loud crash rang through the room as the windows next to us shattered. The three of us dropped to the ground, Stiles covering me with his body. I knew that my arm had been cut by a piece of the glass, but I also knew that it would heal in an instant.
A black box with wires sticking out the top slid across the floor. I assumed it was the object that was thrown through the windows. Stiles shined his flashlight on it, and I couldn't help but notice a small scratch on his left cheek from the shattered windows.
"That's my battery," said Stiles. He moved to stand up, but Scott tugged him back to the ground. "We have to move,"
"He could be right outside!" Scott hissed in a whisper.
"He is right outside!" Stiles hushed back.
We all glanced back to the battery. "Just let me take a look," insisted Scott.
He crept onto his knees and slowly rose so that his eyes were just above the window sill. While he was checking for The Alpha, I took my chance to turn to Stiles. He looked at me as I picked the shard of glass from his cheek.
"You have a cut," I murmured. I wiped the pad of my thumb slowly over his slash, the skin reconnecting itself at my touch. The blood had receded back underneath his flesh and the small wound was completely healed in only a moment's time.
Stiles looked at me with fascination. "I don't see anything," whispered Scott, breaking our stare.
Stiles looked to his friend. "Move now?"
"Move now," replied Scott.
The three of us slowly got to our feet and edged away from the windows. We walked out into the hallway and glance around the dark and deserted paths. I began to wish that I couldn't hear every creak and patter, because it was making me anxious.
Scott moved to the right, but Stiles held him back. "There's too many windows that way,"
"There's not a room in this school without windows!" Scott hissed.
"Then we need to find somewhere with less windows!" Stiles directed.
We all pondered for a moment before Scott sparked an idea. "The locker room!"
We all agreed and rushed down the halls, walking fast and being sure that there was no one or nothing following us. We wouldn't want to fall victim to a surprise attack. We wouldn't want to end up like Derek. My stomach fell at the thought of him.
We finally slipped into the locker room and out of the range of windows. "Call your dad," ordered Scott to Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles retorted.
"I-I don't know...anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars it'll take off!"
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"
"They have guns," pointed out Scott. I shook my head at him.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow him down. You remember that?" Stiles said. Derek's name caused my breath to fall short and I began feeling slightly faint. I just had to know that he's okay, that he's healing.
He has to be healing.
"We have to run, do something!" Scott said.
"There's nothing around the school for about a mile." I reminded him.
Scott racked his brain before a lightbulb flickered in his head. "What about Derek's car?"
I actually agreed, and so did Stiles. "That could work, we run outside, grab the keys off his body, and then we take his car!"
"And him." I demanded.
"Fine, whatever," said Stiles. He took a few steps away from me and an embarrassed heat came over my body. I couldn't help but wonder if I had done something wrong.
I followed a step behind the boys as they walked towards the door. Stiles' flashlight illuminated the room. He reached for the door handle, but Scott stopped him. He must have heard it too. I have to admit, as strange as this new sense of hearing is, it does come in handy.
"I heard something," announced Scott.
"What?" Stiles exclaimed, but Scott and I both shushed him.
We all began taking steps away from the door. The sounds were getting louder as they pounded in my ears. I swatted the flashlight Stiles was holding away so that it wasn't shining on the door. That would be a dead giveaway of our presence.
"Hide," whispered Scott.
With a beat of hesitation Stiles began fiddling with on of the lockers, creating a loud noise of clanging metal. He stepped inside and grabbed me, pulling me in with him before closing the door. Our bodies were pressed up against one another as I faced him.
Slivers of light from the small openings on the door caught is forehead. My nose was about even with his chin thanks to my above-average height. My breaths were loud and raspy as I heard the turning of the door handle. I clung to Stiles' jacked and leaned further into him.
Stiles and I both covered our mouths to stifle our loud breathing. Stiles wrapped his free arm around me and it wasn't until then I realized that I had been shaking. I didn't want to die, not here, not now. I didn't want Scott or Stiles to die either. I need them just as much as they need me.
The small sections of light that shone onto Stiles' face were shadows as something passed by the lockers. I tried to focus on the scent that was filling my nose from Stiles. It wasn't until after the scent processed in my mind that I realized it was fear.
I heard the clicking of a locker being opened. A shriek came from across us and Stiles and me jumped out of the small and crammed locker to see that it had only been the night janitor. He looked shocked and angry, for which I don't blame him.
The boys shushed his shriek. "Quiet my ass! What are you trying to do, kill me?" He was holding his hands over his chest and my hears easily absorbed the sound of his rapid heartbeat. "All of you get out!"
He grabbed Scott and Stiles by the arms. "Just listen for half a second, okay? " Stiles tried to reason with him.
"Not okay! Get the hell out of here right now!" He shoved us out into the hallway, practically throwing us out the door.
"Just let us explain!" Stiles said.
"Just shut up and go!" The janitor ordered.
But the second he finished his sentence, he was pulled forcefully back into the locker room, the door slamming shut. His screaming body was pushed back up against the door, spots of red staining the window. I glanced at the boys before moving towards the door and rattling the handle. I had to help him, but the door wouldn't budge. Scott moved me out of the way to try, but had no such luck.
The shrieks and cries of the janitor pounded my ears and filled my head with terrified thoughts. He was pushed up against the window again. I tried beating on the door, hoping that I could somehow burst through it.
A pair of sturdy hands grabbed my shoulders and ushered me away from the locker room door and down the hallways. The three of us set into a sprint as I heard the door crash down behind us. I knew that was it; the janitor was dead.
We ran to a pair of heavy double-doors that would lead outside, but were thrown back when we tried pushing straight through them. Stiles leaned with his shoulder to try and push the doors open, but something had to be keeping them shut. Scott peered through the crack the doors made to find that a dumpster had been placed in front of the doors.
"He's locking us in," I stated, desperation lacing my words.
Stiles continued to try and beat himself against the doors. We were all longing for a way out of here, but this wasn't it. There had to be another way. Scott grabbed Stiles away from the doors and lead us down another hallway, one in which the entire left wall was made with windows.
"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school!" Stiles said. His fear was only making mine worsen.
"We're not going to die," said Scott, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. We all know we're trapped.
Stiles sighed. "What is it doing? What does it want?"
"Me," answered Scott. "Derek said it's stronger with a pack."
"Well that's great, a pyschotic werewolf who's into team work. That's - that's beautiful," remarked Stiles. As much as I usually appreciate his humor and sarcasm, now really wasn't the time for jokes.
I held out an arm to hault the boys as I stared out the windows. There, on the roof across from us, was The Alpha. We were in it's direct line of sight, and it definitely wasn't going to let us get away this time. It began running along to roof, close to our position.
The three of us sprinted as it crashed through the windows behind us, hot on our trail. We rushed down the hallway as its growls rumbled the floor beneath our feet. For a split second, I thought about stopping, about giving up and letting it finish what it had started with me. Then my ears picked up on the heavy breathing and speeding heartbeat of Stiles next to me. All of those thoughts vanished as I turned a corner and continued sprinting down the hall until I could no longer hear any footsteps.
It wasn't until I stopped running that I realized I was alone. I had gone one way, Scott and Stiles had gone another. This made the situation feel even more like a horror film, and I slowly began to realize that if stereotypes follow, I'm the next to die.
But since The Alpha had followed Scott and Stiles instead of me, I feared for their safety. I tried to pick up on Stiles' scent, the one I had caught in the locker, but my sense of smell wasn't strong enough. My only chance of finding them was to wander.
The halls were dark so I pulled out my phone to use my flashlight app. It took all of my willpower not to call Stiles. I worried that his ring would give them away if they were hiding from The Alpha. I couldn't live with that on my shoulders.
So, I walked. I peered intp every classroom and every hallway to be sure there was no one or nothing around. I no longer had Scott to protect me. I would have to fight off The Alpha with what little supernatural strength I had obtained over the past three weeks.
I tugged on my necklace, reminding myself once again to have faith. There's no more that I can do at this point besides pray that everything turns out alright. I have to trust that Mom and Zoe are not only watching over me, but over my friends as well. I know that Mom will take care of Derek, he was like a son to her.
Suddenly, I heard delicate footsteps nearby. I knew they couldn't possibly belong to The Alpha, or ever Stiles or Scott for that matter. I followed the sound to find their owner. I tip-toed into the swimming pools to find a dark, lean, and curly-headed figure standing between the two waters.
"Allison?"
The girl jumped and turned to face me, startled. "Emma? What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," I said.
Her phone began ringing, causing the both of us to jump. She took a sharp breath before answering. "Hey, Lydia...no I can't seem to find them...okay I'll be right there."
I looked at her skeptically and she was about to explain when her phone went off once again. I snuck a peak at her caller I.D., it was Stiles. My heart swelled in my chest as she answered the call.
"Stiles?" She answered, confused.
"No, it's me, where are you?" I heard Scott on the other end.
"I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?" She asked.
"I need to know where you are right now," he said, ignoring her question.
"On the first floor," she told him. Her eyes glanced to me. "I'm with Emma."
"Emma?" The sound of Stiles' voice caused my heart to shoot up into my throat. "Emma's with you?"
"Yes, we're at the swimming pools," answered Allison cooly. If only she knew.
"Get to the lobby," ordered Scott. "Go now!"
"Okay, okay," she agreed. She looked at me again and we both rushed around the pools and out the door. "What the hell is going on?" She asked me.
I couldn't tell her the truth, it's not my place to. I simply shrugged and lead her through the maze of the dark halls. My mind was focused on getting back to Stiles. It was a relief to find out that he's alright, but it's not enough. I needed to see him, feel him.
After tonight, I had to start living differently. I had to cherish every moment I have with the people I love and care about, because life is too damn short not to. If we make it out of this alive, I was finally going to tell Stiles how I feel. If I don't, I'm afraid I may never get the chance again.
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Thanks so much for reading!
Ah, sorry for the wait, I have been so busy it's ridiculous. But, on the bright side, I got accepted into the college I want to go to, recruited for their softball team, and was offered a chance to compete for a full scholarship. Things are really starting to come together for me :)
As for the story, this is part 1 of Night School. I have been looking forward to writing this episode forever! You may have noticed that there's not an external link for Emma's outfit, that's because she's wearing the same thing as last chapter since it's all in the same day.
Look for another update by Sunday!
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-Alyssa
Edited 1/19/14