Staring at the school at night is an odd feeling. It's a place we usually only see in the daytime, unless you play a sport in the winter time, however you usually associate school with daytime at least I always have
After the night we were locked inside with Peter Alpha terrorizing us, I've looked at the school in a different light.
There are many dark corners and shadows you wouldn't imagine when you look at the same tree or hallway in between classes.
Night brings an ominous aesthetic on its own, but when paired with a zoned out how did I get here moment of time, it's even worse.
There's a dead body somewhere on this campus.
I can feel it, Lydia can feel it.
Something is bringing us to these bodies and we have no idea what it is.
We were supposed to see a movie tonight. Distract our minds, have a girls night you know normal teenage things
Not tonight. Tonight we will yet again see a lifeless body of someone we probably know– likelihood of it being another sacrifice is high.
Another category, another set of victims we will have a hard time saving I hate this
"Where is she?" I faintly hear Stiles shout after he gets out of his jeep and closes the door.
"Over here" Allison steps away from us to grab Scott and Stiles, leading them over to Lydia and I.
"Addy?" Stiles runs over and sets his hands on my arms, turning me away from the school courtyard to face him.
I shake my head, trying to loosen the feeling my body has been in since we arrived at the school instead of the movie theater.
I look up and connect my eyes with his "It's the same thing as the night at the pool. I didn't even register we weren't headed to the theater until we got out of the car and Allison said something about why we were at the school."
Lydia nods and crosses her arms, coming to stand beside me "And you said to call you if there's a dead body."
Stiles makes a noise, looking to her and back to me quickly "You found another dead body?"
I shake my head "Not exactly– we haven't found it, not yet anyways–"
"'Not yet'? What do you mean 'not yet'?" he interrupts, jerking his head back "Guys, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."
"Oh, no, I'm not doing that again," Lydia states with a shake of her head as she steps away from us "You find the dead body from now on."
Stiles rolls his eyes and drops his hands from me to lift one out towards her "How are we supposed to find the dead body? You guys have the tracking sensors to finding the dead body"
"Guys–" Scott's voice chimes from our right and when we all look over at him, he points forward "I found the dead body."
We turn to follow his line of sight and I feel tears well in my eyes at seeing Deputy Tara's bloodied body laying across the cement sign for Beacon Hills High.
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The school announced that they are having a recital tonight to honor all the losses we have had recently they were brutally murdered not lost, but I guess that isn't as respectful to say
Pairing my white, slightly oversized, short sleeved Henley with maroon leggings and my leather jacket, I finishing with my trusty converse and check my reflection in the mirror to fix my hair into a top knot messy bun ultra comfy today because last night was emotionally exhausting
I get to school and bump into Stiles in the hall on my way to English "Shit sorry, oh Adds– hey..."
I lift my bag higher onto my shoulder smiling softly as we start walking again "Hey– how are you holding up?"
He looks over to me and sighs as he rubs a hand over his mouth "I just still can't believe Tara was a fucking sacrifice, she's– I've known her forever."
Guilt slams through me and I quickly drop my eyes to the ground "I know. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have called you if I knew it was her– you didn't need to see–"
He stops our steps, setting an arm out to rest his hand on my shoulder "Yea no, you call me day or night for anything. Literally," I look up at him and he continues "I don't care who it ends up being, don't ever apologize because we're in this together."
I scrunch my nose up, feeling the ever present sign of tears on the horizon as I nod and smile softly, looking to our left after everything we've been through these last few weeks, it's been a tad bit emotional
"Hey," I feel him place his hand under my chin and turn my head gently to face him again. When I move my eyes up to connect our gazes he softens his face and licks his lips quickly– which brings my attention down to them before I realize that I'm staring and I snap my eyes back up to his while he whispers "I mean it Adds, the day I'm not there for you– is the day I'm dead."
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Sitting behind Stiles with Lydia and Scott sitting to our left in English, Ms. Blake begins class "Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story," she walks up our aisle and stops with her back next to me "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."
Lydia looks up from another one of her tree drawings and smirks "You and every guy I've ever dated" and that's how we make class awkward
I snort into my hand as Ms. Blake stutters and continues her move up the aisle "Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture" she shares a look with Scott and moves her head towards Stiles and I with those words are we supposed to be catching a hidden meaning here?
She shakes her head looking behind us as she continues "They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'."
"Like chess" Stiles mutters earning a bright smile from Ms. Blake as she turns back towards him "That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"
"Uh, no– my father does" he states as he shifts back in his seat.
She nods and steps around the front aisle heading to the other side of the class "Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?"
Scott waits for her to be out of earshot before he leans in the aisle towards Stiles and I "I think I can get to Ethan– I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."
I shake my head when he looks over at me "What do you want to do that for?"
Scott shrugs, whispering "The Druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?"
Stiles scoffs, turning in his seat to connect his eyes over his shoulder with mine "Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?' Actually makes sense to me" I chuckle as he looks over to Scott, shaking his head as he continues "Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."
"What's that?" Scott moves his eyes in between us and I tilt my head to the side to digress "Going through Aiden."
Stiles shifts in his seat elaborating "Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we gonna separate them again?"
Scott looks to me raising his brows and at my nod to my left at Lydia, Stiles turns around with seemingly the same thought.
Scott turns in his seat more as the three of us look expectantly to her. She raises her eyes off her notebook and connects them with mine before looking up farther and seeing Stiles and Scott also looking at her.
She huffs and sits up from her lean over her desk muttering "What now?"
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With Lydia keeping Aiden busy making out in Coach's office– Scott, Stiles, and I meet Ethan in the stairwell "Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" He finishes by moving his hesitant glaring eyes between Stiles and I better reign in that threat, asshat
Stiles notices and looks over his shoulder to me before looking at Scott quickly "Is he looking at us? and finally narrowing his eyes towards Ethan "Are you threatening her?"
He pushes off the wall and steps closer to Ethan moving his arms with each threat "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain Ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your fucking as–" nice visual on the last one, thanks
I smile behind his shoulder as Scott sets his hands on Stiles' other arm interrupting his words "Whoa, Stiles, okay. We get it, man."
Stiles huffs as I reach forward, wrapping my hands around his bicep and pull him to take a step back towards the wall I'm leaning on.
Scott fights his own smile and continues "We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd– and I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again" we're hopeful at least
Ethan shakes his head moving his eyes between the three of us as he states "You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him– we weren't alphas."
I draw my brows together and take the bait to question "What were you then?"
Ethan looks to me ands sighs softly "Omegas– in actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
Stiles scoffs, trying to hold in how he really feels about his next words "So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?"
Ethan narrows his eyes and clips out "Something like that"
"What happened?" Scott offers to diffuse the pissing contest and Ethan moves his eyes to him "They were killers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation– and our Alpha was the worst of them"
Stiles makes a noise before shrugging "Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?"
"We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then" Ethan snaps before Scott adds thoughtfully "Deucalion taught you."
Ethan nods "And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally."
"What about your emissary?" Scott questions earning a head shake from Ethan and I step forward gaining his attention "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?" Slashed face of the figure in the fire at the motel makes sense now.
"All of them except for Deucalion's" he confirms well that's convenient
"You mean Morrell?" Stiles questions before Ethan gasps and grabs his chest in pain.
Stiles and I share a look as Scott reaches forward towards him "What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Ethan looks up and shakes his head "Not me. My brother."
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We hear an unfamiliar growl before hearing Lydia's voice as we enter the locker room "Aiden, stop! Stop! Stop!"
Stiles and I drop down on either side of a completely out of it Cora laying on the floor with Lydia as Ethan and Scott run up to grab each of Aiden's arms.
They wrestle the weight out of his hands and it crashes to the ground with Ethan getting up into his brother's face "You can't do this!"
Aiden growls towards Cora who is grunting in pain "She came at me!"
"It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her" Ethan stresses and with one more longing look to Lydia from Aiden, they leave.
Stiles looks up behind us sharing a look with Scott before we look back down at Cora. She's laying flat on the ground now, moving her head back and forth with blood falling down from her forehead "Hey, guys, I think she's pretty hurt."
We help pull her up once she comes to and she gets situated in front of the mirror dabbing at the cut on her head.
She lets out a sigh of pain and I step closer to her "You okay?"
"She doesn't look okay" Lydia quips earning a glare from Cora in the mirror "I'll heal" she states before taking a step away from the mirror and almost falling.
We all step closer to her and she snaps her arms away from our helpful hands "I said I'm fine" she snaps and Stiles rolls his eyes "Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them?"
"I did it for Boyd! None of you were doing anything" She looks at us on the verge of tears as Scott and I defend "We're trying."
However Cora is quick as ever with her reply and glare set between us "And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late– all you really do is find the bodies" she finishes with a set glare towards Lydia and I before she walks out of the room.
I cross my arms and resist the urge to stick my tongue out at her retreating back, instead offering "She's definitely a Hale" as I look to my feet.
Scott nods as Stiles chuckles and steps past me towards the door "Yea– let's make sure she gets home– come with me?"
It takes me a second to realize he directed those last words at me and I look from the ground over to Scott who smirks as he nods towards the door definitely was talking to me– got it bro, thanks
I look back to Stiles and nod once before he swings his arm out for me to walk ahead of him, setting his hand on my lower back before we're out the door following behind Cora to the parking lot.
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We convinced Cora she shouldn't walk home with what we're assuming is a concussion.
She begrudgingly got into the back of the jeep and we're not on the road for two minutes before Allison calls and informs us of her dad's desk that has a Celtic five fold knot on it with all the categories of the sacrifices two of which we haven't discovered yet
"Philosophers?" Stiles clarifies before we hear Ally again "And guardians, which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right?" that's really close to warriors though
Stiles shares a worried look with me before she continues "Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad– warn him."
"Okay, okay, okay, I know" he rushes out with a few nods and I end the call with her.
I take a deep breath and lift my eyes up to Stiles who was already looking at me, he sighs before he looks back to the road.
I lick my lips quickly before offering with a shrug "What are you gonna do?"
He connects his eyes with mine again before looking back to the road "I'm gonna tell him the truth" he states with a convincing nod, before looking over his shoulder quickly into the backseat "And I'm gonna need your help."
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Stiles has his dad walk with us into his room, who moves to stand over by Stiles' makeshift crime board and crosses his arms as he waits for his son to start talking.
Cora sits on the bed and I stand next to her after making sure she's alright in the new position.
Stiles doesn't start talking right away, opting to instead pace in front of us all as he mumbles to himself "Okay, okay, okay, okay. Yes, okay," Stiles looks like he gains enough courage to begin and faces his dad. He lifts his hand out, opening his mouth before he takes a breath "No, oh–" he turns and starts pacing again.
Noah looks to me and I grimace softly trying to convey that there is a point to why we're keeping him from going to work. Noah flicks his eyes over to his son "Stiles?"
Stiles lifts his arms out to his side before taking a few steps to stand in front of him "Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just– I'm trying to– I'm just trying to figure out how to start here."
Noah flicks his eyes between us with a shake of his head "Hey guys, I don't have this kind of time."
Stiles looks to me and I offer him a supportive nod that he returns before turning back to his dad "Um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It's like– it's like you've been playing a losing game"
I scrunch my nose up as Noah frowns looking from me to his son, raising his brows "Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son."
Stiles lets out a frustrated groan and scratches at his forehead "I know" he moves his head and gets an idea as he looks back to Noah "Okay, see, but that's– that's just it, dad," he walks over to his tall dresser and pulls down a chessboard as he continues and walks over to the desk near his dad "The– the reason that you're losing the game is 'cause you've never been able to see the whole board. I need to show you the whole board."
Stiles dumps the chess board and I hand him mini page marker post-it notes from his desk to use as the different categories of our supernatural knowledge. He grabs a pen and starts writing names on the post-its and talks as he goes.
Noah sits down at the desk with him as he follows along with the same furrowed brow expression through the whole demonstration before Stiles finishes.
Noah makes a noise and looks to me before connecting his eyes with Stiles' and points to the board pieces with pink post-its "Scott and Derek are werewolves?"
"Yes" Stiles excitedly lifts his hands to be getting somewhere with his dad who makes a noise and points to another piece "And Kate Argent was a werewolf?"
"Hunter. That's– purple's hunter," Stiles lifts up said purple post-its as I move to stand closer to him adding "Along with Allison and her father."
Noah lifts his eyes to me nodding once before pointing back to the board "Yeah, and– and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?"
Stiles nods before frowning and shaking his head "Well, no, no, no, no, no. He's a druid, okay? Well, we think."
Stiles points between us and I nod as Noah looks back to me and asks "So who's the Kanima?"
"Jackson" Stiles and I state, causing Noah to look between us before he argues with a point to the pink pieces on the board "No, Jackson's a werewolf."
Stiles tilts his head to the side in agreement and moves his hands around with each step of his next words "Jackson was the Kanima first, and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he's in London" he widens his eyes with the confusing bit of information and I smile softly before Noah points to another piece on the board "Who's the Darack?"
"It's da-rock," Stiles states absentmindedly, earning a look from Noah.
I clear my throat at his correction and smile softly when Noah looks over his shoulder to me "We don't know yet."
Stiles points to me and nods "We don't know yet."
Noah shrugs and moves his arm on the desk "But he was killed by werewolves?"
"Slashed up and left for dead" Stiles states quickly before I add "We think"
Stiles looks up to me and points again adding softly with a nod "We think."
Noah lets out a sigh as he leans back in his seat, seeming to be taking in all the information it is a lot to be honest
Stiles shares a hopeful look with me before Noah makes a noise, gaining our attention again as he inquires with a tilt of his head "Why was Jackson the Kanima?"
Stiles scratches the side of his nose before he answers "'Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are."
Noah makes a noise and furrows his brows "And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier by the second father take?" just when I thought we were getting somewhere
Stiles makes a face and lifts his brows once as he answers "Uh, that would be more of an expression– like the one you're currently wearing."
Letting out a soft sigh, I cross my arms and take a few steps over to stand by the window as Noah deadpans "Yeah" before standing up.
Earning Stiles to frantically stand up as well, moving in front of him to stop his steps "Dad– Dad, would you– I can prove it, okay? Look, she's one of them. A werewolf," Stiles points over to a bored Cora who lifts her eyes from the ground to look at the pair she doesn't look well
"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough," Noah grates out and steps past his son who sighs and turns around calling towards his back "Dad, can you please just hold on?"
Noah stops by the door and turns back towards us as Stiles looks over his shoulder at me before pointing to Cora "You ready?"
Cora nods and stands up before he continues "All right, dad, just watch this, okay?"
Instead of shifting into her werewolf features, Cora goes on to pass out cold on the ground with a thud not quite the example we needed
We all move over and drop down to her side as Noah turns her head and we see the cut on her head has opened, resuming its bleeding how in the fuck is she not healed yet?
He looks over to Stiles and stresses "Call an ambulance."
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Stiles and I followed behind the ambulance that Noah rode in with Cora to the hospital. While they took her to get tests done, we're waiting in the hall hoping to talk to Noah again
Reading the text from Scott I just got on my phone, I lift my eyes up to Stiles who has his brows raised with his silent question.
I shake my head as I put my phone back in my pocket and fill him in "It's not Guardians as in Law Enforcement– it's Philosophers as in Teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover."
Stiles makes a face of understanding as he nods "That makes sense– Tara, she wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school" that's right, she was always helping with our math when we were younger
"Then the last one's gonna be another teacher" I take a deep breath trying to figure out how we're going to know which one it'll be as Stiles voices the same dilemma "Yeah, but there's dozens of them, Addy, and they're all headed home"
I gasp and look back to him and shake my head "No. No, they're not– they're all going to the recital."
Stiles widens his eyes in understanding before Noah walks past us, lifting his hands up to stop the line of questioning without interrupting his steps "We'll talk later kids" later won't work, someone's going to die now
Stiles huffs and walks just as quickly behind him "What did you see the night at the bank when Scott was trying to save Deaton?"
I try to keep up with their steps as Noah looks over his shoulder at us and sighs "Nothing"
Stiles whispers harshly "Dad, you saw him healing himself after he tried crossing the Mountain Ash."
Walking around a corner and never wavering in his steps, Noah waves an arm back towards us "I don't know what I saw."
Quickening my steps to fall in line next to Stiles, I lean closer to Noah as I elaborate "You saw something that you can't explain."
We slow our steps as Noah turns around quickly "Guys, I have seen a lot of things I can't explain in this town. That doesn't make 'em supernatural and it doesn't make 'em real."
I come to a stop just behind Stiles and I cross my arms looking around us at least everyone isn't listening to our conversation
Noah points over his shoulder as he continues "They just found another body. That's real. And that's the lead I'm following" he states like that should be enough and turns to take another step that Stiles follows just as quickly to stress "Yeah, and another teacher's going to die if you don't start listening to us"
Noah turns around, unable to hold in his frustration as he bellows in Stiles' face "I am listening! I have been listening!" well everyone has definitely noticed us now
I swallow thickly and look behind us to give them some form of privacy, though Stiles' broken voice causes me to turn around and my heart to crack for him "You just don't believe."
Noah flicks his eyes between us, lifting up his hand to point towards his son. He shakes his head before he decides to not say anything else as he turns to walk away from us.
"Mom would've believed me" Stiles mutters to his dad's retreating back and I drop my mouth open slightly, seeing Noah stop his steps with his back to us as he lowers his head slightly to the ground.
Stiles turns around, looking to his side to hide the tears in his eyes as he takes a step towards me and lifts his arm out, waiting for me to turn around.
I do as he silently asks and he sets his hand on my lower back as we make our way out of the hospital and towards his jeep.
Once we're on the road I reach over and rest my hand on his arm, squeezing twice to let him know I'm here for him before lowering my hand back into my lap.
Stiles reaches over and intertwines his fingers with mine, squeezing three times before resting them on the seat between us as we continue to head to the school silently.
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As soon as we walk into the auditorium where the concert is going to be held, I feel dread instantly crash over my body.
Lydia walks up to me and sets her arm around me "I feel it too"
Ms. Blake makes a face at us before lifting her arm out to the seats "Find a seat girls, the show will start soon"
I smile politely before she moves on to the other side of the aisle and I drop the smile from my face still don't trust her
Scott walks up and looks between us "Lydia, I thought you were going home?"
She shakes her head and connects her eyes with mine "I can't– I don't know why we're the ones who keep finding the bodies, but maybe if we stop trying to fight it, we could find them before it happens."
I nod and squeeze her hand on my arm "With hopefully enough time for someone like you to do something about it, Scotty."
He stands closer to us and grabs my hand "Guys– you get me the time, and I'll do something about it– I swear to God."
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Before the orchestra does their thing and the recital starts, I decide to head to the bathroom. Once I'm done, I'm just walking out of the door and back into the hallway when I hear a noise down the hall.
I turn quickly, an unsettling feeling overcoming deep in my gut before I turn back around to head to the auditorium, when something hits my head hard enough for me to fall to the side and blackness to overcome my vision.
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3rd POV
Stiles turns to Scott and panic crashes over his body "Where's Addy?"
Scott looks around and shakes his head "Her and Lydia were just here..."
"Wha– okay where the hell are they now?" Stiles stresses, earning a wide eyed head shake from Scott.
Running out of the auditorium, they rush down the hall and out the set of doors near the parking lot shouting as soon as they're in the night air "Lydia?"
"Addy!" Stiles shouts into the silent night.
Scott turns on his were-sight and looks around trying to find any heat signals from any bodies that aren't in the auditorium. Stiles huffs and looks at him "Anything?"
Scott continues to look around, shaking his head once before Stiles pulls out his phone and scrolls through his one sided message conversation with Addy for the last few messages "She's not answering her texts– where the hell could she have gone?"
Scott feels tears rush to his eyes at the thought of anyone being in danger with what's going on, especially when that someone is his sister.
He takes in a few breaths as his frantic eyes continue to search everywhere he can see as Stiles, just as frantic, adds "Scott– what do we do?"
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Addy POV
I wake up with a groan and instantly lift my hand up to the side of my head, feeling wetness on my fingers, I lower my hand to see blood on my fingers.
Hearing another groan next to me, I turn quickly earning a flash of pain against the side of my head and I close my eyes with a whimper.
When I open them again, I take in who made the noise next to me and let out a soft gasp "Lyds?" my voice breaks at seeing my friend who was also knocked unconscious and is just now coming to "Addy? What–"
I try to turn to her, however my trying to move instantly makes me realize that I'm restrained with ropes around my ankles, across my chest and upper arms.
I look down and see Ms. Fucking Blake knew she was evil knelt down in front of us, tying Lydia up in much the same way as I am, and I croak out towards her "What are you doing?"
She looks up to me and shakes her head as she states "What's necessary. I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite– a necessary evil."
I feel tears I didn't even know were in my eyes run down my cheeks as Lydia's soft whisper chimes in "Stop" no fucking way we're going to be sacrifices– we don't fit in to the last categories
"Oh, I wish I could– but you don't know the alphas like I do," Ms. Blake states before she stands up in front of us. I follow her with my eyes and take a deep breath in "Please, stop."
Everything happens so fast and all the noise gets to be too much in the room as I start shifting in my seat trying to get my arms free.
She pulls something out of her pocket and moves to stand behind us as she continues "But you two– you're not sacrifices. You're just girls who know too much–"
She moves her hands out on each side of Lydia's head before getting the string situated around her throat and begins to pull back.
My eyes widen watching the scene before me as Ms. Blake continues to pull back and clarifies "Actually, the girls who knew too much–" she struggles to keep her grip as Lydia reaches up to stop the string from constricting her airway "Lydia, don't!" no way I'm letting this happen
The noise around me is deafening now, the fear of losing my best friend is stronger than the fear that has been telling me to hold this overwhelming need back every other time– the need to scream that's been bubbling in my stomach since I woke up in this fucking chair, sets my nerves on fire and finally breaks through my throat.
Any control I ever had at holding back slams out of the room the moment I take a deep breath and my mouth drops open, releasing a powerful scream that silences the previous deafening noise out into the room around us, echoing down the halls for everyone to hear.
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3rd POV
Still outside frantically putting every scenario together as to where Addy could have gone, Stiles turns in a circle before hearing Scott groan in pain.
Stiles quickly turns back towards his friend and furrows his brows at seeing him lift his hands to his ears as he falls down onto his knees grunting through whatever he can hear that Stiles cannot "Scott?"
With his eyes closed still, Scott drops forward resting his hands on the ground as he looks up to his best friend and croaks out "Addy–"
Stiles widens his eyes at hearing her name fall out of his mouth and takes a few steps closer to him, as he rushes out his next set of questions "What? What do you mean Addy? What is it, what's wrong with her, what's– Scott!" he watches Scott push off the ground and take off in a sprint back into the school, Stiles quickly following his steps with just as much need to get to her.
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Addy POV
The scream dies down in my throat until there is a blissful silence surrounding us. Lydia reaches over and sets her hand in mine as Ms. Blake drops her hands from the string still around Lydia's neck and steps around to come to a stop in front of me, whispering in awe "Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?"
I let out a whimper as more tears fall down my cheeks and she shakes her head, continuing "The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes" if I wasn't scared for our lives right now, I'd think a banshee sounds pretty badass
Lydia squeezes my hand as our terrified quick breathing interrupts her words and she shakes her head as she continues, "You're just like me, Addeline. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. It's too bad, though– and too late..."
I suck in a whimpering breath as she tapes over Lydia's mouth before moving to tape down one of my arms to the arms of the chair and I scream out "No, please–" as I fight her and try to get out of her grip.
She slams my back into the chair again and succeeds in taping down my other arm.
She quickly walks around releasing the string from Lydia's neck to wrap around mine, tightening the garrote behind my head as Lydia screams behind the tape over her mouth.
It doesn't have the same effect to stop Ms. Blake's actions though as I choke with the pressure of trying to will any air to get around the device cutting off my airway.
Out of the corner of my eye I see her lift a blade in her hand bringing it closer to my neck as she grunts out "One last philosopher" not really how I pictured this life ending
I take in a shaky breath as best I can, closing my eyes tightly and feeling tears run faster down my cheeks before one of the best voices I could imagine hearing sounds around the room and into my ears "Drop it!"
I open my watery eyes to see none other than Mr. S standing at the other end of the room, gun drawn and a broken look on his face when he connects his eyes with mine.
I feel the blade lower from my skin and the tightness of the garrote lessens some, however its presence is still known.
I hear her grunt behind me before I see the blade fly into the right side of his chest and his gun crashes to the ground next to him fuck this lady, seriously
I feel Lydia squeeze my hand again and I offer her one of my own as Noah bends forward with one arm on the ground, grunting in pain before we hear a growl and roar coming from the door Mr. S previously walked through.
I whimper, taking a shaky breath in at seeing Scott fully transformed and looking from Mr. S over towards Ms. Blake before he takes off in a run towards her.
He lands in front of her, moving his eyes over her shoulder to see Lydia and I, tear stained cheeks and all, before a hard look overcomes his features and he reaches forward on a growl to swipe at her with his claws out hand.
She dodges his first swipe with a lean backwards before standing up straight to block his other swipe with her hand.
He looks surprisingly to her before she open palms his chest and he flies backwards into the rows of desks that are stacked up in the back of the room.
Jerking back with the action, we watch as Scott crashes to the ground with a grunt and blood spurts out of his mouth, onto the floor in front of him.
We hear shoes squeak on the floor near the door directly in front of us before we see Stiles widen his eyes as soon as he registers we're in the chairs in front of him.
He moves to take a step into the room from the hallway, however, Ms. Blake power pushes the desk to fly across the front of the room and slams the door closed in his face.
Stiles' face gets a determined look over it as he slams his body into the door, attempting to get it to budge with the desk now blocking it.
He hits his hands on the window as he connects his terrified and worried eyes with mine.
I let out a whimper around the string still around my neck as my hope at seeing three people who could have saved us slowly fades, while Ms. Blake proves she isn't fucking human as she dodges their advances of rescue.
Noah grunts before grabbing his gun again and lifts it, trying to stop her steps with it and his words aimed at her "There was a girl years ago– we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?"
Ms. Blake finally stops her steps and tilts her head to the side "Maybe I should've started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy."
She takes another step towards him and he doesn't hesitate to shoot her in her leg.
I jump with the noise and she winces as she looks down and continues "Healers–"
Noah squints his eyes at her leg before she takes another step and grabs the blade in his chest, lifting him up by it and crashing him back into the wall of chairs as she continues "Warriors," she reaches out and tears off his badge, crushing it in her hand with her next words "Guardians–" she lets the badge fall to the ground before she finishes softly with the next category "Virgins."
She leans forward and kisses him before she pulls back and she's transformed from her usual beauty features into the slashed up face figure we saw in the fire wall the night of the motel terror.
A moment later she grabs him and crashes through the window as she escapes into the night no– 'Sheriff' definitely could fall in the guardian category
My attention is brought back to the door and hearing Stiles succeed in pushing the desk back far enough for him to make it into the room.
Scott stands up and Stiles comes to a stop next to him as they both look out the broken window and Stiles takes a quick breath in "Dad?"
Their attention is still out the window when I hear Lydia groan in frustration next to me, effectively causing them to turn towards us.
I feel a tear slide down my face, from the situation or the limited air supply, probably both as they rush towards us.
Stiles stops to kneel in front of me, at the same time he's reaching forward to set his hands on my cheeks. I see tears in his eyes and they fall as he takes in the device around my neck.
Scott reaches forward to remove the tape off of Lydia as gently as he can, earning Lydia to cough before she croaks out softly with a nod "Behind her neck."
Scott looks over and quickly moves behind me as I feel Stiles rub his thumbs on my cheeks, removing the tears.
He licks his lips and shares a look with Scott behind me before he nods and moves his fingers to act as a barrier between the string and my neck.
Lydia removes the tape from my hands before I feel Scott undo the garrote and once the pressure is off my neck I lean forward letting out a cough as he throws the device to the ground.
Letting out an involuntary hiccup of a sob, I continue to fall forward and Stiles' arms immediately wrap around my back as he catches me against his chest.
I don't hold back the sobs as my face lands in his neck and he tightens his hold on me. Keeping one arm around my waist, Stiles slides his hand up my back until he's cradling the back of my head in his hand, whispering to me "You're safe– I got you, Adds."
Feeling the comfort he brings, I slowly lift my arms up his back to rest my hands on his shoulders, bunching his shirt into my fists as my body shakes off the terror I felt at the life literally being taken from me.
After a few minutes, Allison and Isaac run into the room and their eyes widen as they take in the scene in front of them.
Scott walks over to fill them in, and Allison reaches a hand up to cover her mouth as she rushes forward to kneel in between Lydia and I.
Scott walks back over and sets his hands on Stiles' and my shoulders "Addy– I called 9-1-1, they're going to wait with you but– I have to go warn Derek."
I pull back from Stiles, who hesitantly moves his hands from my back and onto my waist as I look up to Scott and state "I'm coming with you–"
He scoffs and looks around before shaking his head and connecting his eyes with mine "Addy, no– you almost just fucking died."
I wipe my eyes with my sleeves and shake my head "I know Scotty– but I didn't. All right, and that's why I'm coming with you. Derek may not believe he's dating a psycho who gets her jollies from sacrificing people," I point to the mark on my neck that I know is there since Lydia is sporting the same war woundand continue "He'll have no choice but to believe this."
Stiles clears his throat, looking between us before he stands up from his kneel and nods towards me, reaching his hand out towards me to help me stand up with him "Let's go then."