North Starr

07

Scott, Stiles and Melanie ran into the school.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott cried.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles shot back.

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!"

Melanie ignored the boys and found a bar to bolt the door with. When she turned, Stiles was beginning to make his way outside.

"No," Scott and Melanie said.

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't," Scott told him.

Stiles ignored his friend and went outside. He grabbed the bolt cutters.

Scott and Melanie noticed the Alpha and cried, "Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran inside and Melanie shut the doors.

"Where is it?" Scott asked, noticing that the Alpha had disappeared. "Where did it go?" Melanie and Stiles bolted the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not," Stiles admitted. "Melanie, what are you doing?"

Melanie shot him a look. "Just help me move this."

Stiles helped her move the desk and said, "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott answered.

Stiles looked at his friend. "It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."

"That can't be," Scott stated.

"Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

Melanie nodded. "It's too convenient."

"Thank you. He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott said. "He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

Melanie covered her ears as her lip quivered. "He's not dead. He can't be."

"Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott asked.

"We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles said.

Scott tried opening the window and Melanie shook her head before saying, "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott reasoned.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles told him.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast." Scott peeked out the window. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

Melanie raised her head slightly. "It's bent."

"What, like, dented?"

"No, like, bent."

Stiles looked outside at his Jeep and saw she was right. "What the hell-" An object flew through the window and Stiles quickly shielded Melanie. "That's my battery." He started poking his head up again.

"Don't," Scott warned.

"We have to move."

"He could be right outside."