Mischief Night

Chapter 8

Allison had never run so fast in her life before. She struggled a little to keep up with the wolves, thankful they seemed to be slowing down a little for her so she wouldn't be left behind. They were anxious to get to the natatorium before something bad happened. Thank God she knew where to go but she didn't want to be left behind in case the attacker took her.

Once the natatorium was in sight, adrenaline urged her on and she managed to keep up with her friends as they increased their speed. They burst through the entrance, not caring at the doors slammed violently against the walls before drifting shut behind them. They split up to scour every inch of the place, growing more and more distressed when they didn't spot their friends in the water or anywhere else.

"I don't get it. I can smell their scents but I can't see them." Scott said, looking at the other three. "Where could they be?"

"I don't know." Derek spoke, trying his best to keep calm. "Maybe we should spread out further, cover more ground."

"You do that and your friends will drown." A voice sounded. The four of them looked toward the entrance to see a figure standing in front of it, blocking them from leaving. "Look up."

They looked up to see Lydia and Stiles unconscious and chained to flat boards, suspended over the deep end of the pool. Purple cement blocks hung from the corners. The wolves could smell the wolfsbane that saturated them.

"Good luck trying to remove those." The person chuckled. "Now, let's play a little game. You behave and you might get to save them. Fail and they'll drown before your very eyes." Something clicked and mountain ash fell down around them, trapping the four teens in one large circle. Though Allison could move freely, she didn't want to risk her friends getting hurt any more than they already were.

"Why are you doing this?" Allison asked.

The person held out a remote and pressed a button. Clanking was heard before Stiles and Lydia suddenly dropped closer to the water. There were a couple of shouts in protest and everyone focused their attention on the person.

"Now, now. I ask the questions." The person chuckled. "You ask anything not related to the game, I drop them a little further. Answer wrong, I drop them more. Understood?" The teens nodded, tensing. "So, you do understand directions. Well done." Stiles and Lydia remained at their current level, slightly swaying. "First question." They sharpened their gaze on Scott. "Scott. Do you really love Allison?"

The rest of the group turned their eyes to him. "W-What?" He stammered.

"It's simple, Scott. Do you love Allison?"

"Of course I do. She means everything to me." While they had only been dating for a couple of months, for Scott, it was easy to tell that Allison was the one for him.

"Hm." The person said. Stiles and Lydia stayed where they were. "Allison. Do you love Scott?"

The wolves turned to Allison, waiting for her response. She froze, panic seizing her mind. She began to stammer, words escaping her.

"Tick, tock, Allison, your friends are counting on you." The person mocked.

"I-I........." Allison continued to stammer. Scott's eyes began to frantically search her face, praying that she felt the same way.

Clanking sounded and Stiles and Lydia dropped a little closer to the water. "Hurry up, Allison." The person taunted.

"Allison............" Scott's voice was barely a whisper. Betrayal coated his face. Finding out your own girlfriend didn't love you back hurt.

"For God's sake, Allison, Lydia and Stiles could die! Fucking say something!" Jackson yelled at her.

Stiles and Lydia dropped a little more, their heads almost reaching the same height as Derek's since he was the tallest. "Don't you know it's impolite to yell at a lady when she's making an important decision?! Oh, wait, you've already done that to poor Lydia countless times, haven't you? Now, here you are, slowly cursing her to a watery grave."