Alone (teen wolf)

21

My eyes were still closed until I heard the scream of a man outside the locker we were in. Stiles pushed the door open to reveal the janitor screaming at Scott.

I climbed out of the locker as the boys tried to shush the hysterical man, who was shouting profanities at us. He began screaming at us to get out and resulted to pushing us out, since we weren't moving.

As we were pushed out the door, the janitor was pulled back inside the room. He was pushed against the now locked door, his bloody hand prints staining the foggy window.

All we could do was watch in horror as the screaming man cried and pleaded for help. Scott tried to open the door but was pushed away by Stiles, who telling us to run down the corridor.

The man's screams stopped and a loud thud could be heard from behind us but we didn't need to turn round to know the man was dead.

We bolted towards the doors at the end of the corridor but they seemed to be blocked by something from the outside. "It's a dumpster." Scott said, peeking his head out of the gap.

Stiles began pushing against the door in an attempt to get the doors to but no avail. I dragged his arm away so he didn't do damage to his shoulder and began walking down another hallway.

"I'm not dying here, I'm not dying here in a school." Stiles said, his voice full of panic and worry. "We're not gonna die." Scott said but none of us were convinced.

"What does it even want?" My voice was much lower than the boys' but still audible. "Me. Derek says it's stronger in a pack." Scott answered.

"Great, a psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork." Normally, I would've laughed at Stiles' comment but considering the situation, I still kept my worried expression.

Something on top of the school caught my eye so I turned my head cautiously to see the Alpha glaring right back at me.

I froze in my place and the boys noticed. They looked out the window to see the Alpha, now charging at us. I broke out of my daze and began sprinting back the way we came, the boys shortly behind.

It crashed through the windows and began chasing us. We opened the door to our right which led us to a staircase. We sprinted down, missing a couple of steps to speed up.

We made it down to what seemed to be a basement and hid behind a row of rusted lockers. Soft growls could be heard but we didn't dare peak to see where he was.

The growls grew distant and Scott nodded at us to go. We obliged and moved round the corner to face the blue doors we had entered.

Stiles was silent for a moment before he reached into his pocket for something. He pulled out a pair of keys, ignoring our protest to stop, and tossed them into a room.

The Alpha bolted into the same room seconds later, allowing Stiles to shut the door, and me and Scott to push a metal desk against it. We all smiled at each other but stopped when he roared.

Scott climbed over the metal table so we could get out of here but Stiles didn't move. He said he wanted to get a look out of it but me and Scott kept on protesting.

Stiles ignored us and climbed on the metal table, shining the flashlight at the chained window. He leaned in further but jumped back when a claw appeared in front of him.

He climbed off the table and stood close to me, sandwiching me in between him and Scott. He began taunting it but was cut off when a sound emitted through the room.

We slowly lifted are heads in to see the dents in the ceiling where the Alpha was crawling. We looked at each other before sprinting out of yet another room.

We were speed walking to get out of the room but Scott stopped us. "Do you hear that ringing?" Me and Stiles looked at each other in confusion before shaking our heads.

"It's Allison's phone."