The Other McCall

Chapter 11

This had to be the beginning of a horror movie. Like seriously. This can't be happening. This had to be hell. I refused to let go of Stiles' hand. We all had our backs pressed against the doors. "Lock it, lock it!" Scott yelled, looking back at Stiles.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled back, shaking his head.

"Grab something!" Scott yelled. All of us looked around, trying to find anything we could use to block the door. Stiles' eyes went wide as he turned around, looking out of the door window. Scott and I did the same to try and figure out what Stiles' brilliant idea was. The bolt cutters were lying just a few feet from the door. "No." Scott and I said at the same time, looking back at Stiles. What was he thinking? Is he insane?!

"Yes." Stiles objected.

"Stiles, no, don't." But Stiles didn't listen, letting go of my hand. He looked at me like he wanted to say something but he chickened out, running out the door. He pulled the door shut behind him as both Scott and I pressed ourselves against the door. We could only watch what happened. I felt myself shaking as I watched Stiles creep slowly from the door, towards the bolt cutters. He was picking them off the ground when Scott and I both saw the same thing. "Run! Stiles! Stiles!" Stiles looked up at us for a second to see what was going on and when he turned around he saw the same thing we did. The Alpha came from around the back of the jeep and as soon as he saw Stiles, he made a break for him. Stiles scrambled up the steps of the school, running to the door. We shut them tight behind us as Stiles slipped the bolt cutters into the door handles. As soon as it was in the door, I hit Stiles' chest. He looked at me shocked.

"Stiles! What the hell were you thinking?!" Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but I glared at him. "Don't ever do something that stupid ever again!" I gripped his arm tight, not wanting to let go.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked as we backed away from the door.

The Alpha was nowhere in sight. Stiles looked between me and my brother, shaking his head. "Probably not." The Alpha howled loudly and we all sprinted down the hall. My hands weren't wrapped around Stiles' arm anymore, but he held my hand in his as we ran into a classroom, shutting the door behind us. The door wasn't going to stay shut by itself.

"The desk." Stiles pointed out. The three of us ran to the desk and started to move it but it made too much noise. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles pointed out. I knew he was right, but I didn't want him to be. I didn't want to die. "It's your boss." Stiles panted, shaking his head.

"What?" Scott gave him a disbelieving look.

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles elaborated. Scott shook his head, but I was convinced. How could it not be Deaton?

"No." I was feeling antsy as it was, we didn't need to start an argument now.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." Before Scott could object, again, I ran a hand through my hair, looking back at Scott and Stiles.

"It really doesn't matter who the Alpha is or isn't right now. We need to get out of here. He's already killed Derek. What do you think he's going to do to us?" I asked the two of them, though the question was definitely rhetorical.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." I glared at Scott.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next." Stiles scoffed, waving his arm between the three of us.

"Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott asked. We both looked at Stiles.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Scott and I both nodded as we followed Stiles to the windows. Scott tried to open it but it didn't seem to budge even a little bit. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled." I looked back at Stiles. Couldn't he have mentioned that a bit sooner?