Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.20

Season 1 - Episode 7

"Laura!!" Isabelle screeched as she tried to balance on her feet, her arms reaching for any type of support. 

Laura laughed, spinning around. The two, three (Derek had gone to get their stuff), where at the ice skating rink of the rockefelle center. It had been almost 12 months since the fire. It'd only been a few months since Isabelle could bare to be outside. New York was loud, it was loud and full of people. The Hales where still adjusting to all of it. Laura was trying to get Isabelle to be more active, go out more. For a while, once she didn't need to be going to the hospital for her burns, she would just stay in their apartment, locked in her room for days. 

Derek and Laura struggled so hard, to get her to go out. She only started to come out of her shell when they were finally able to contact the Martins. Family friends, and Lydia was Isabelles best friend. Only when she was finally able to talk to her again did she finally start openly talking to them. 

"You're doing fine." Laura exclaimed as she took Isabelle's arms and holding her upright. "You just need a little practice." 

"I'm going to fall." Isabelle retorted. 

"You'll only fall if you don't maintain balance." 

Isabelle looked to see Derek skate over with his sisters stuffs. He wrapped Isabelle's scarf around her neck, ruffling her hair in the process. "Practice makes perfect, you should know this."

She stuck her tongue out at him, almost falling in the process so she clutched Laura tighter. 

"I've got you," Laura promised as she held her. "Always."

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"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott exclaimed, hands roaming the double doors trying to find some sort of lock that doesn't exist. Stiles gave him an exasperated look. "Do I look like I have a key?"

"Grab something!"

"What?" Isabelle asked, panicked. "Anything!" The first thing that came to mind was the bolt cutters that Stiles had bought to break into the school. Those could work. Wait, those were left outside.

Isabelle rose to her knees, peering out glass to check if the monster was there. The bolt cutters were right in front of them. It was the only object they could reach. It was either get the bolt cutters or die in school. She opted for the bolt cutters. She refused to die in school. Or in general.

"No." Scott and Stiles said simultaneously when they realized what she wanted to do.

"Yes!"

"Isabelle, no!" Scott shouts frantically, ready to pounce on her if she tries it. "Don't--!" Isabelle cut them off by opening the door and closing it silently behind her. Isabelle's heart pounds in her chest with fear. Of all the stupid shit she's done, and she's done quite a bit, this takes the cake. She would be lying if she said she wasn't terrified. She was fucking terrified. She walked down the steps and grabbed the bolt cutters, freezing when she felt it watching her.

I'm so dead.

"Run!" Shout the two teenagers, pounding on the door to get her attention. They didn't have to tell her twice. Stiles pulled the door open as Isabelle bolted. She quickly slipped inside and the door was slammed shut, the bolt cutters jammed between the handles.

"See?" Isabelle tried to release the tension in the air, brushing himself off. "It wasn't that hard."

Scott and Stiles glared at him, Isabelle smiles innocently. "What?"