𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍

𝐕𝐈𝐈

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Samara sits on the ground, looking at the wall across from her, a blank look on her face and tears in her eyes. "Lock it, lock it!" Scott yells out.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles asks.

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott yells as the two start looking around. Stiles's eyes land on Samara, the girls eyes blank as her breathing is short. He sighs quietly before looking out the door.

"No." Scott shakes his head once he realizes what he was planning.

"Yes." Stiles nods before opening the door and going towards the wrench on the ground.

"Stiles, no, don't. Run! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott calls
out as Stiles runs back into the school. "Where is it? Where did it go? That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not." Stiles says before the two of them start to run. Stiles stops when he realizes that Samara is still sitting against the wall. He runs back over to her. "Samara? Samara?!" he yells
making her look up. "We have to go." he tells her making her nod. He helps her off the ground and the three of them run into a classroom.

As they run Stiles glances at the witch multiple times, never having seen her so vulnerable before.

"The desk. Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles tells them as they push the desk against the door.

"I know."

"It's your boss." Stiles says.

"What?" Scott asks.

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles tells him.

"No."

"Yes, murder psycho werewolf."

"That can't be."

"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?"

"It's not him."

"He killed Derek." Stiles says.

"He's not dead." Samara says.

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

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

"He's not dead!" Samara snaps.

The two boys look at her in shock. They glance at each other, not sure what to do or say having never seen her react to anything like this before.

"Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott asks looking at the two.

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

Scott goes towards the windows, and tries to open them.

"They don't open. The school's climate controlled." Samara says.

"Then we break it."

"Which will make noise wolf boy, which will attract the Alpha." Samara says, looking at him like he's an idiot.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast. Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

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

"It's bent."

"What, like, dented?" he asks.

"No, he means bent." Samara says looking out the window.