"The desk." Stiles points out to his best friend as his sister sits at one of the student desk looking over her arm to see the blood rushing down, staining her sleeve. The two go to move the desk to block the door but it makes a loud noise making them stop. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." he says with a sigh.
"I know." Scott sighs.
"It's your boss." Stiles brings up.
"What?" Scott questions confused.
"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss." Stiles clarifies.
"No." the teen denies.
"Yes! Murdering psycho-Werewolf." the other teen argues.
Scott shakes his head, "No. That can't be-"
"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 points out.
"It's not him." Scott says stubbornly.
"He killed Derek." Stiles tells him.
"Derek isn't dead." Charlie pipes up.
Stiles stares at her in disbelief before scoffing, "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next." he tells his sister.
"He's not dead." She tells him stubbornly, "He can't be dead." she mutters to herself.
Scott sighs, "Okay, just... What do we do?" he questions.
Stiles thinks for a moment before looking between the two, "We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job. And you, consider moving back home." he tells them. "Good?"
The other two look at one another before nodding in agreement. The three make their way over to the windows. Scott goes to open it but Stiles stops him, "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled." he informs him.
"Then we break it?" Charlie suggests, earning a nod from Scott.
"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles points out.
"Then, uh... Then we run really fast. Really fast." Scott suggests, a bit unsure. The wolf looks towards where the cars are and looks confused at what he was seeing, "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles says getting a bit defensive.
Charlie looks over and sees what the teen was pointing out, "Yeah, it's bent."
"What? Like, dented?" Stiles questions, not believing them.
"No, we mean bent." Scott clarifies.
Stiles looks past them to sees what they're talking about, "What the hell?"
As he says that something crashes through the window above them causing them all to duck down and for Charlie to scream in surprise and fear. As they look over they see what was thrown. "That's my battery." Stiles says in anger, going to stand but Scott stops him.
"Don't." he tells his friend, as they all sit against the wall.
"We have to move." Stiles argues.
"He could be right outside." Scott argues back.
"He is right outside." She tells them both so that they will stop arguing.
"Just, let me take a look." Scott tells the siblings before slowly moving to look out the window.
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Fearless // Teen Wolf
Fanfic~You take my hand and drag me headfirst Fearless~ -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Charlie's eyes seem to sparkle, "So you're like Superman!" "I'm better then Superman." he replies smugly. ____________________________ ~But with you I'd dance in...
