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And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

My breath hitched in my throat and my heart exploded from my chest.

I looked at Stiles, but he was staring straight ahead, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping my hand.

Scott stepped forward bravely, and I noticed he did so right in front of my body. Whether he did it on purpose or not, I didn't know, but it made me feel safer all the same.

"What do you want with our parents?" Scott spat at her, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

Jennifer Blake smiled at him, but it didn't reach to her cold eyes. "I think I've already got what I want."

And then she charged at us, her face morphing into the most disgusting creature known to mankind.

Well, not known to mankind.

Stiles pushed me behind him and Scott sidestepped him.

What was Stiles supposed to do against this thing?

Scott and Isaac have both transformed, punching and backflipping at Jennifer in full werewolf mode.

Isaac tackled her legs, sending her sprawling, but a knife appeared in her hand, enabling her to push him off and rolled to the side, narrowly missing Scott's jab to the ribs.

Isaac coughed, clutching his stomach where a small hole of blood had appeared, but managed to stagger to his feet and rejoin Scott.

At this point, Stiles turned his back to me and pushed me up against him, my chest pressed to his back. He wrapped his arms around me, keeping his eye on the fight in front of us.

His eyes dart back and forth, as if he's watching a harmless tennis match.

Scott suddenly looks at Stiles and I see Scott's eyes twinkle, as Stiles gives the tiniest of nods.

And then they both slashed at Jennifer's neck from opposite sides. She blocked off Stiles, but Scott's claws connected with the side of her throat.

He pulled them back, ripping her skin, blood spurting into his face.

Jennifer roared with anguish and rounded on Scott, knocking him right in the jaw and throwing him across the forest.

Scott sails across the woods, his back slammed into a tree, and he slid down it, crumbling into a pile of arms and legs at the bottom.

Scott howls at Jennifer, reaching forward and catching her off-guard. He slashes at her face, ripping it apart.

She roars with pain, lamely hitting blindly at Scott.

But he has already won.

Jennifer slowly crumpled to the ground, her eyes closing, her face covered in her own blood.

Her fists covered in Scott's.

Her feet covered in Isaac's.

She laid motionless on the soft ground, the wind brushing dust all over her body.

Scott stood above her, his chest heaving with deep breaths. Stiles gently took his arms away from my body, gingerly brushing dust off my face with his thumb.

"You okay?" He asked, concern written all over his face.

"I'm fine," I answered in a small voice, "thank you, Stiles."

A small smiled appeared on his face, brightening up his eyes. "My pleasure."

A strangled scream erupted from somewhere under us and all three boys jumped at the sound.

"The trap door!" Isaac choked out, his hand wrapped around his stomach, covered with blood.

Scott launched himself onto it, his hands fumbling with the handle. He gripped it and pulled the door open, flinging himself inside.

We heard him crash to the ground and then, "They are here!"

Isaac threw himself in next, landing smack in his back.

I looked down the door in time to see them scramble to their feet and sprint away, toward the adults.

Stiles and I stood at the hole, staring at it.

"What's wrong?" I asked cautiously. "Why aren't you going in for your dad?"

Stiles didn't take his eyes off the trap door, his eyes darting around the opening. "Because it's gonna collapse," he muttered. I could see the ears spinning in his head, his brain trying to wrap itself around this.

And then, as if on cue, a patch of sand to our left crumbled under us, falling down, leaving another hole.

I heard someone coughing, sputtering about it all caving in as another block of sand in the ground fell downward.

Stiles looked frightened, but he said, "Don't move, Cora. Do. Not. Move."

And then he dropped down into the root cellar, disappearing from my view.

For a couple of horrific minutes, I couldn't hear any noise.

No talking.

No voices.

No movement.

No sounds at all.

And then I heard a shout if warning come from Scott. "Isaac, to your left!"

And then the movement is louder then the voices. I heard Isaac's body hit the ground as he dove out of the way of the crumbling ceiling/ground.

I heard Isaac fumbling with ropes, his teeth trying to rip it.

I heard Stiles yelling, Scott replying in a dangerous tone.

"Get out of here! Hurry!"

And then Isaac's head emerged from the hole, struggling to pull his body out.

I ran over and grabbed him under the arms, pulling his body out of the hole, Chis stumbling behind him.

Isaac stumbled into me and I held him upright, his body slouching against mine.

His face was completely covered in sand, the only things visible were his bright blue eyes, shining at me from under the layer of dirt.

"Thank you," he spat, his mouth dry from yelling.

And then Scott emerged, throwing Melissa onto the ground before falling onto the ground, panting.

The three of us stood in a line, waiting for Stiles to approach the hole.

But he didn't show up.

His head didn't pop up above the ground like it's supposed to.

He didn't follow the they boys.

"Stiles?!" I screamed into the opening, but there was no response.

My response was shuffling feet and loud crashes.

And then only silence.

Isaac's eyes widened, as did Scott's.

"Stiles!" Isaac shouts, trying to pry open the trap door.

But a voice came from behind us, breaking apart our yelling.

"It's too late," Jennifer said, crawling across the sand, "it already collapsed."