𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

The End is Near

"What is this?" He begins to panic as the room becomes pitch black and alarms start blaring. "What's going on?!"

"We don't know!" I squint my eyes as bright lights shine from the windows before the glass shatters into millions of tiny fragments as they rain the place with bullets.

Scott pulls me down to the floor and both of us crowd under a desk to avoid the falling debris as the gunshots create a ringing in my head. I blink rapidly, still disoriented by the darkness when the room becomes quiet again, though that only lasts for a moment before a heavy smoke fills the room, sending me into a coughing fit as Scott pulls me through the doorway. I run with him as he grabs Jackson by the shirt, throwing him through the lobby door, giving us long enough to make our way back to Stiles and Derek.

Every step I take sends a wave of pain throughout my right leg. I glance down and place a hand over my thigh to find it's dripping blood, making me wince as Scott shuts the door and hovers over Stiles.

"Oh, damn. Uh, Scott." He whips around, noticing the blood stained onto my hand.

He quickly tears a strip off of his cyan button-up before tying it around the wound to stop the bleeding as I lean against the wall. "Get Stiles, I'll be fine."

He pulls the knot tighter before rushing to Stiles as Derek turns to him. "Take him!"

Scott grabs Stiles' arm but gives Derek a worried look as he struggles to bring himself off of the ground. "Go!"

Scott pulls Stiles to his feet and puts his arm around his neck as I shuffle behind them. When we step out of the office, my eyes widen as I see Jackson getting up and moving straight for us while we head for the adjacent room. I slam the door shut behind us, locking it just before Jackson begins to yank at the knob.

"Oooh!"

I jump into gear, gritting through the pain as he kicks the door open while I drag myself into the next room before Scott locks it behind me. He kicks this one open almost instantly as we tumble into the interrogation room and lock it behind us as well, it's steel door the only thing keeping him away.

Scott seats Stiles into a metal chair as I lean on the door with my ear pressed against it. After a few moments, I hear Jackson's footsteps trailing back down the hall, away from us.

"I think he left."

"Alright, uh." Scott's eyes bounce between thoughts as he holds up Stiles' head. "Don't move. Uh, you know what I mean."

He steps away from him and turns to me as he unlocks the door. "Stay here."

"But Scott-"

"You got shot, Wes. Just stay with Stiles." With that, he barrels out of the room before my eyes trail to Stiles as he lays in the chair.

"I'm so going to regret this." I yank the door open and limp down the dark hallway for the holding cells before I hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming from my right.

I whirl around to find Allison standing in front of me, holding a crossbow at my chest. "Allison, what-"

"Where's Derek?"

"What do you want with Derek?" She maintains her ice-cold stare as she lifts the crossbow.

"My mom's dead because of him." My lips part before she knocks into me, heading down the hall.

"Wait!" I call out, wincing as I twist my body too fast, making her turn around.

Her eyes trail to my leg, noticing the blood stained onto my pants, though she doesn't comment as I hobble closer. "I know what you're feeling right now, Allison."