[☾★ ] Alexander MCCall had been in the same grade as Derek when the Hale House was burnt down. The MCCall boy had been class when Derek suddenly ran out, his sister Laura running along side him.
Alexander made up an excuse for them both.
And when...
"WE GOT DEREK HALE KILLED!"Alexander McCall yelled again, to in shock to say anything else. "I've got to go back for him. What if he isn't dead?" Alec panicked, moving to stand up.
"Alec, be quite." Stiles lowly whispered to the older one, pulling him back down.
"I'm pretty sure the Alpha can hear our heartbeats, I doesn't matter how low I speak." But he has immediately silenced, his mind continuing with his freakout.
Scott stated to yell for Stiles to lock the door, which had the sarcastic, best friend give another sarcastic answer. "Do I looks like I have a key?"
"Grab something!" Scott yelled, the three looking in confusion as to what they could grab.
"Guys, this gun only originally had twenty-six bullets. I shot off three, maybe four." Alec breathed out. "And unlike the bullet Derek took before, these aren't wolves-bane ones. I don't know if it'll even slow him down!" He ended his sentence with a yell, as he had to latch onto tighter to the door when Stiles suddenly stood up. "Get down, idiot."
"No." Scott said, catching onto what Stiles was about to do. The boy pushed him back with a simple 'no' as a response. "Stiles, no, don't."
"Stiles," Alec started, reaching out to grab his younger friend and pull him back in. But Stiles slipped threw the door. "Idiot." He muttered, eyes widening and slamming in the door when he had peeked out the window. He had swung the door open, the Alpha down on all feet as he pulled Stiles in then pulling the doors shut.
"Oh my god, where is it?" Scott asked. "Where did it go?" The backed up sight, looking out the doors. "That won't hold, will it?"
"Not for long. Not against that thing." They glanced around, breathing heavily when a howl was heard. The three boys darted to a classroom, Alec pushing the gun in behinds his pants, then helping in moving the desk.
"Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles explained.
"I know." Scott responded.
"It's your boss." Alec told Scott.
"What?"
"Deaton, the Alpha?" Stiles continued. "Your boss." Scott instantly stared to disagree. "Yes, he's a murdering psycho."
