Some day in January, Night Time (PST)
Location:, Beacon Hills California
A Few Weeks After The Bite Probably
Third Person POV:
The school doors slam shut, shaking on their hinges as Scott, Devin, Terrance and Stiles grip the handlebars with everything they've got.
"Lock it, lock it!" Scott yelled.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Devin said.
"Grab something--" Scott said.
"What?" Terrance asked.
"Anything." Scott roared.
While Scott, Terrance and Stiles clutches the handlebars, Devin looks out the doors to the bolt cutters leaning against the wall outside.
"No." Scott said.
"Yes." Devin said.
"No, Devin, don't--" Stiles said.
But she pushes past Scott, Terrance and Stiles, stepping out into the cold air. Holding still, Devin glances into the darkness. All she sees is the breath plumbing from her lips. Then feet moving, she races to the side of the building where the bolt cutters lie. Grabbing them, she turns back to see-- Scott, Stiles and Terrance staring out the glass doors. Trying to speak. Trying to say--
"Run! Devin! DEVIN!!" The three yelled.
Devin slowly turns her head as something lopes out of the darkness, swiftly moving and coming right for her. Devin charges back in with the bolt cutters. Scott and Stiles grab the other handle, the two of them fumbling to get both sides of the tool down into the bars, a makeshift lock. When the four look up again the walkway leading to the doors lies.... empty. A few leaves tumble across the pavement.
"Where is it?" Devin asked.
"Where did it go?" Stiles asked.
"That makeshift lock won't hold, will it?" Scott asked.
"Probably not." Terrance added.
They slowly retreat back, taking each step faster and faster until-- They're all running. Scott, Devin, Terrance and Stiles hurtle into a dark classroom.
"The desk--the desk." Terrance said.
They slip around the teacher's desk and start pushing it toward the door only to flinch at the loud squeal of metal against tile.
"Stop, stop!" Stiles said.
Holding still, they speak fast.
"The door's not going to keep it out." Devin whispers.
"I know--" Scott said.
"It's your boss." Stiles said.
"What?" Terrance said.
"Deaton. The Alpha. Your boss." Stiles said.
"No--" Terrance said.
"Yes. Murdering, psycho werewolf." Devin said.
"It can't be." Scott said.
"Oh come on!He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?" Stiles said.
"It's not him." Scott and Terrance said.
"He killed Derek!" Stiles said.
"Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Devin said.
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead. We're next." Stiles said.
"Okay--just--what do we do?" Scott asked.
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