Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

forty one ; abysmal doubts

warning: i have exceeded my usual amount of words while writing this, which means its a very long chapter (6,878 words) because i had like six minutes left in the episode and i was already at five thousand words but i was like no, im not making another chapter for six minutes and just no. so, you get a longer chapter due to my laziness. :-)

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FORTY ONE;

ABYSMAL DOUBTS

Searching for a murderer in your school when the only thing you have to go off of is the sound of buzzing in your best friend's head proved to be harder than anyone originally thought. Stiles and Sage were stuck with their banshee friend all while the others did more productive things than chase after a possibility. All of the werewolves, the twins being recruited as well, had the job of tracking down Barrow by the scent of his hospital gown, and Allison had escaped the school grounds to find anything with a means to flies in the bestiary. Just a possibility. Stiles was the one that said they should start from the highest floor all the way down to the first, checking all of the empty rooms to see if anything was suspicious or lead Lydia in a particular direction. While they were to be doing so, the werewolves would be searching the boiler room and basement area to try for the same luck.

"Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right?" Lydia asked, glancing around the art room while Sage and Stiles took it upon themselves to glance behind every picture and every frame as if it would make a single difference.

Stiles nodded, turning back to face Lydia. "Yeah, with Ethan and Aiden. The plan is to meet in the middle, uh, in the boiler room."

Sage's back arched slightly when her hand accidentally hit a piece of a printed picture, eyes gazing over it for a second. Lydia and Stiles continued to search but all of her attention now derived from this single image. It was a nuclear mushroom cloud, something that they had gone over in just a single class with Harris, but it was enough for it to stick in her head and turn her eyes over to the other two.

"Guys," Sage called out, stepping back from the picture as the word choked out from her mouth, gaining the attention of Stiles and Lydia. "All of the wolves, all of the ones with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room."

Stiles head lifted up at the blonde's revelation, eyes widening as he turned to look at her with the same faltering expression. "Oh, my god. An engineer could use an boiler room to blow up the whole school."

Sage didn't need any other words to convince her what to do next, nor did she need any more time to consider all of the possible problems that could go wrong with it. The boots she was wearing turned around, the blonde's face contorting in horror as she realized that there were way too many people in this school, in that boiler room, that she couldn't lose.

"Sage," Stiles warned, noticing the look on the blonde's face and how she kept glancing towards the door. "Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't do it."

She turned to look at him with mortified eyes. "I can get them out of there. I'm fast, I can get down to the boiler room in minutes."

"Wait, Sage," Lydia interrupted, grabbing a hold of the blonde's arm. "There's another way we can solve this."

"We don't have the time!" Sage snapped, her arm moving out of her friend's grip as she took steps back away from them, her eyes watering as she shook her head at them. "We don't have the time."

"Fire alarm," Stiles blurted out, making the two girls glance over at him in confusion, Sage still edging towards the door, ready to make her escape to find the werewolves that were set in a trap in the boiler room. "If we pull the fire alarm, everyone is going to have to evacuate. The others will hear it in the boiler room."