Dark of the moon (Dnf)

The Overlooked - 3

They all began to look for something, searching through the drawers and cabinets of the room they were in. This was a hospital, they had to have something that would give Peter an edge.

“Hey, wait, what about these?” Stiles asked, holding up electric paddles. 

“Do you know how to use those?” Nathan asked the boy. Stiles shook his head. “Well, no.” 

“Put 'em down.” 

“Epinephrine?” Scott asked, holding up a needle. Andrea shook her head as she kept searching. “That's only gonna make him stronger.”

Peter paused, turning to look. “How strong?” Andrea sighed, not seeing another option, they hadn’t found anything else that would give her little brother an edge.

Scott took the needle and plunged it in Peter's chest. Peter inhaled, feeling the effects of the drug. 

Peter removed the needle from his chest as he, Scott and Nathan walked out into the hallway, he felt stronger than before. The twins were at the end of the hallway, thankfully not in their twin wolf form. That might help the three werewolves.

“Alright boys,”

Nathan and Scott stepped next Peter, staring the twins down. Scott made his eyes shine golden and Nathan and Peter's eyes shone bright blue. “Let's rumble.” 

The twins roared and they roared back. They ran at each other and began to fight. The others used the distraction to sneak out of the operating room.

Isabelle was being carried by Derek as they all hurried away before the twins could notice what was going on. The twins morphed together and Nathan took that as a sign to get the hell out of there. He grabs Scott and waves Peter over, and they begin to run away. 

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Isabelle gasped for breath as Derek ran with her in his arms. She did not like in the slightest the way being manhandled. Stiles burst through the double doors, relieved that the ambulance was waiting.

They still had a chance. “It’s still here!” They opened the doors and Stiles and Cora jumped in, taking Isabelle from Derek and setting her down on the stretcher inside. Jennifer wandered to the side of the ambulance, seeing the dead body of the EMT.

“Derek over here.” Andrea and Derek walked over to her, seeing the dead body. 

They approached and saw bloody footprints. There was only one werewolf that never wore shoes. “Julia,” came a sing-songy voice. Kali. She stepped out from in front of the van, waving in her hands the keys to the ambulance.

Son of a bitch, Andrea thought as they backed away. They would never get Isabelle out of there if she had the keys. Kali wasn’t looking at the Hales, she was focused on Jennifer. “It is you.” 

Jennifer hid behind the Hales, quaking with fear. Stiles and Cora heard what was going on and they quietly closed the back doors of the ambulance. “You can't beat her.” Jennifer reminds Andrea and Derek. Derek might be an Alpha but Kali was still stronger than him. Then both Aunt and nephew combined. 

“That's why we're gonna run.” Andra muttered, she didn’t want to but it was the only way to get out of there alive and lead Kali away from her the kids in the van. Kali cracked her neck and roared at them. Jennifer took off first and Andrea grabbed her nephew, making him run before Kali could catch them. Derek skidded to a stop in the hospital, wondering which hallway to take. 

“Wait! Wait!” Jennifer called them. “The elevator!” Derek whirled around when he saw Kali approaching, he pushed a stretcher in her path and then bolted to the elevator. Andrea jumped in after him, Kali ran to the elevator, and in favor of the Hales and Jennifer, the elevator doors closed. Kali angrily slammed her hands at the closed doors.

Andrea, Derek, and Jennifer exhaled in relief. That relief was soon taken away as the lights began to flicker and then the elevator stopped. “Son of a bitch.” 

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“Okay, okay, okay…” Stiles muttered anxiously as he made sure the doors were locked. “We're okay. We're all right.” He sat down in front of the stretcher, looking at his best friend's unconscious body. She fell under again, just like Cora had said, in almost 10 minutes.

“You okay? How are you doing?” Stiles knew he wouldn't receive an answer, but he had to say something or else he’d go out of his mind. 

Stiles looked at Cora. “Maybe you were right.” Cora raised her head in confusion, what was he talking about?

“Huh?” 

“You know, maybe we are pretty much useless.” Oh, that’s what this is about. Cora thought, what she had told Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Isabelle at the school earlier that day. “Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies.”

Cora shook her head, “No. I was wrong to say that.” Cora was just so stricken with getting revenge on the alphas after what they did to Boyd, when Cora is angry she says whatever is on her mind with no filter.

Stiles shrugged, that might have been so but it still didn’t change the fact. “I don't want to find my father's body.” Cora shook her head, she wasn’t really good with feelings. She tried channeling her cousin, “You won’t.” 

Stiles sniffed and looked back at Isabelle. She looked almost peaceful, she was still sweating but if you ignored that she still looked beautiful. But she looked to peaceful. "You don't look like you're breathing." Stiles muttered, looking Isabelle's still body up and down.

Cora listened in for Isabelle's heart beat, she didn't have one. Her eyes went wide and she punched Stiles in the arm. "That's because she's not breathing!" 

"What?!" Stiles scrambled and got close to see if he could hear her breathing, she was not. "Do something!" Cora exclaimed, fearing for her cousin. Stiles stammered, he did not know what to do. 

Stiles began to panic. “Oh, God, oh, no, no, no.” Stiles looked at Cora. “Don't you have medical training or something?!” Cora frowned, why in the hell would she know that? “No I don't!” 

Stiles almost yells, so the one person with EMT training is currently not breathing, he thought as he looked back at Isabelle. Of course. 

“Okay, okay, okay. You can do this.” Stiles rolled up his sleeves and tried to remember how it was you were supposed to do mouth to mouth. “Here we go.” 

“Tilt the head...fingers on the chin...clear the throat.” Stiles opened Isabelle's mouth and saw nothing. Cora watched anxiously, wanting him to hurry up. 

“Great, nothing-- I see nothing.” Stiles took a breath to calm his shaking fingers, if he didn’t get this right he would lose his best friend, before he even gotta tell her.

“Okay. All right, so, uh.... just pinch the nose and blow.” Stiles pressed his lips to Isabelles and blew, this wasn't how he expected his first kiss with her to be. “Oh, come on, Izzie.” He begged. He tried again, “Come on, Isabelle.” 

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Derek forced open the elevator doors, seeing that unfortunately they were trapped between floors, not nearly enough space for them to crawl out. Andrea paced and looked up at the roof. It couldn’t be too hard to open the hatch. “If you're thinking the service hatch, they bolt from the outside, so you'd have to break it.” Jennifer told her. “All you'd end up doing is creating a lot of noise, telling them exactly where we are.” 

“Kali already knows.” Andrea pointed out, not caring in the slightest for Jennifers opinion. She had to get back to Isabelle. Jennifer shook her head, “Not necessarily-- she saw that we got in, but she might not know that we didn't get out.” 

Derek walked over since he could see on his aunt's face she wanted to kill Jennifer. “Yeah, well, if I get through, then we can go to another floor.” 

“Or you'd end up fighting them alone in an elevator shaft!” Jennifer exclaimed. “They'll rip my head off before you'd even have the chance to land a punch.” 

Andrea muttered frustrated and pulled out her phone, “Then someone needs to get the backup generator working again.”