Stand By Me

05

INT. LYDIA'S CAR

"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made."

"No," Lydia deadpanned.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper."

"No."

"Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it."

"No."

"I am not watching The Notebook again."

INT. VIDEO RENTAL STORE

"Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" Jackson asked. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

Peyton walked around a row of videos. "Lydia's making you watch it, again, isn't she?"

"Yeah. What are you looking for?"

Amy walked up with a smile. "Peyton and Ezra's favorite movie. Jaws. I don't understand it."

"Well, maybe we can team up and find them both."

Peyton nodded. "Good idea. Have you seen the clerk?"

"No."

Peyton walked between the shelves of movies and walked around. She hit something with her foot and fell to the ground.

With a frown, she felt around and came in contact with a body. "Mom? Jackson?"

She had come upon the clerk lying on the ground, dead, covered in blood.

"Oh, God," Amy mumbled.

She stopped, hearing something, and instantly became more on guard. She grabbed her daughter.

Jackson backed into a ladder, which hit something, and the lights shut off.

Quiet growls sounded throughout the silent store. Jackson's eyes widened as he saw a beastly figure with glowing red eyes. Amy pushed the teens behind her.

Jackson grabbed Peyton and Amy's arms and yanked them into an aisle of movies.

The shelves began falling and one of the shelves fell onto Peyton and a sharp end cut her side, making a long, somewhat-deep incision.

Jackson frowned, saw blood, and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Peyton nodded, then shook her head. "Mom?"

"I've got you," Amy said softly as she pulled off her jacket and made a tourniquet.

Jackson's lower half was trapped.

The Alpha appeared and growled at them. It placed a claw on the back of Jackson's neck and Jackson began breathing heavily. The Alpha ran off through a window, shattering the glass.

Peyton swallowed heavily, trying not to pass out. She tried focusing on things that made her happy, which was a lot harder than she thought, considering the pain.

Sirens blared and grew louder and louder. Officers holding guns appeared and began lifting the shelves. A deputy pulled Peyton out and she let out a quiet groan of pain.

She was placed on a gurney in an ambulance.

Amy stood next to her daughter and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry we didn't get the movie," Peyton mumbled.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Amy whispered. "You're okay, that's all that matters."

INT. CAR

"Mm," Sheriff Stilinski hummed, looking into a bag. "Did they forget my curly fries?"