Old Scars, Future Hearts

07

Scott, Stiles, Marika and Dmitri 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!"

Marika 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 Marika said.

"Yes."

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

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

Scott, Marika and Dmitri noticed the Alpha and cried, "Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran inside and Marika shut the doors.

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

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

Marika shot him a look. "Would you help me move this desk? Dima, you too."

Stiles and Dmitri helped her move the desk and the former 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."

Marika frowned. "And what proof do you have?"

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles said. "Marika, he disappeared from the back of Derek's car."

"That can't be," Scott stated.

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

Marika shook her head. "It's not him. It's too convenient."

"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."

"Okay, just - What do we do?"

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

Scott tried opening the window and Dmitri shook his head before saying, "No, they don't open. 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."

Marika 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 Marika, not noticing that something pierced her arm. "That's my battery." He started poking his head up again.