Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.21

"This way..." Scott said, jumping to his feet to get out of here but Isabelle stopped him. "No, no, no, no."

"What?"

"Somewhere without windows."

"Every single room in this building has windows." exclaimed Scott.

"Or somewhere with less windows."

Isabelle thought about it for a second, trying to think of a room. Her mom had worked here as the sophomore English teacher and principal for years. Isabelle was pretty much the only kid in elementary that came here every single day before classes.

She knows every nook and cranny. Derek actually had a social life back then. He was a part of the basketball team, just like their uncle Peter. His teammates were always good to me, reminding her of him. They won lots of basketball games. An idea popped into her head. Wait a minute!

"The locker room." After visiting the boy's locker room, she realized a few things that just needed clarification. Teenage boys are disgusting no matter what. And it has no windows, well it had two or three really small ones that were just to let in some sunlight, but the alpha cannot squeeze through those. Human or werewolf. An extra perk would be that if they mixed in with the horrendous smell of sweaty teenage boys the alpha would lose their scent.

The boys nodded in agreement. They made their way to the locker room safely, using the flashlight the boys had brought to light the way and search for the alpha. Isabelle cringed at the sight of the locker room. It's amazing how disgusting this room smells 10x worse than when she was last here.

"Call your dad." Scott ordered Stiles as they entered.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know! Anything! Gas leak. A fire. Whatever! If that thing seeks the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" Stiles replied worriedly.

"They have guns!"

Isabelle shook her head, "They won't work on him, they have to be laced with wolfsbane to slow a werewolf down!"

"Then we-we have to-we have to find a way out and just run for it." Scott stammered.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

"What about Derek's car?" Scott suggested.

"That could work." Stiles admits. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."

"And him." Isabelle added, giving Stiles a glare. There is no way she was leaving her cousin. Dead or alive. Stiles sighed begrudgingly. "And Derek."

Stiles reached for the door handle to coaches office but before he could reach it, Scott grabbed his arm. There was someone inside he could smell it, and he didn't recognize the smell which made it worse.

"What?"

"I think I heard something..."

"Like what?"

Isabelle whisper shushed him, trying to hear. "Quiet!"

They backed away from the door, turning off the flashlight. "Hide!" Stiles grabbed the locker doors, getting inside. Isabelle shuddered before getting inside one as well, breathing in through her nose to avoid throwing up.

Turns out it wasn't the alpha; it was just the janitor.

"Son of a bitch!" He screamed when he opened the locker and saw Scott. The rest of them jumped out of their lockers, startling the janitor even more. Stiles sharply shushed him.

"Quiet my ass!" The janitor yelled. "What the hell are you trying to do, kill me?"

"If you don't be quiet, you're going to get us killed!" Isabelle yelled sharply.

The janitor almost laughed but he was still pissed. "All of you, get out!"

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay--" Stiles yelled trying to explain.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." He yelled, ushering them out of the locker room.

"God, just one second to explain--"

"Just shut up and go!" Suddenly, he was pulled back and the door shut. The janitor screamed as he was pushed against the door and clawed at, blood just spewing everywhere. The alpha.

"Go! Go!" Scott grabbed the two of them and they went running down the hall. They ran to the schools' exit, with the Alpha preoccupied killing the poor janitor, they had some time to get out and never return.

"What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed as he tried pushing the double doors open to leave the building. Isabelle peered through the windows to see what the problem was and saw one of the large dumpsters in the way. Frack!

"It's a dumpster. He pushed it in front of the door to block us in."

"Come on, help me." Stiles said, trying to push.

Scott grabbed hold of him, "Stop!"

They proceeded down the hall with no other option than to run. Stiles talked anxiously. "I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school."

"No one is going to die." Isabelle told him, trying to calm him down while also trying to believe the fact herself. Derek has been bleeding out for a long time. Alpha cuts don't heal quickly, or fast enough then you would like. As part of learning how to control the shift you have to learn how to fight.

How to fight your way out of situations or anything dangerous. Self-defense. Derek would do it with her whenever and Laura occasionally joined. She scratched her a little two hard during a round, it took a while for them to heal. And that was just a scratch. She can't imagine what Derek's state is right now.

"God, what is he doing?" Isabelle muttered to herself, her mind racing. "What does he want?"

"Me." Scott stated. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Oh, great! A psychotic Werewolf who's into teamwork.” Stiles sassed. “That's-that's beautiful."

Isabelle made them stop when she sensed eyes on them, they followed her commands and looked out the window and saw the alpha perched on the roof. It started into a run, and they started running faster when it crashed through the windows.

Their feet carried them all the way to the boiler room, the alpha trailing close behind. They pressed themselves against a row of lockers.

"All right, we have to do something." Isabelle said as she was getting annoyed by the alpha. And frankly, running around like prey didn't seem ideal to her.

"Like what?" Scott questioned.

"I don't know!" Stiles exclaimed frantically. "Kill it. Hurt it. Inflict mental anguish on it. Something!"

Isabelle knew Stiles had gotten an idea when he went still and silent. He pulled out his keys slowly to avoid the sound of metal hitting each other.

"What are you doing?" Scott exclaimed.

Stiles threw the keys in the boiler room and backed them up just as the alpha ran in, attracted to the sound. Stiles quickly shut the door on him and pointed to the desk that sat against the wall.

Scott and Isabelle pushed the desk against the door. Scrambling onto it for added weight.
The Alpha tried to push against them, but it was working. He couldn't get out. "He can't--"

Isabelle laughed hysterically. He was captured. They had caught him. But then she remembered someone. "I have to go," Isabelle announced nervously. "I-I need to go make sure Derek's still alive and-and take him home-and-"

Scott cut her off, "It's alright go," he assured her. "Just call the cops on your way out. We won't tell them what happened with Derek." Isabelle nodded and looked at Stiles sternly as she dropped down from the desk.

"Don't poke it."

Stiles pretended to be offended but his shoulders slump in agreement. "Go!" He urges Isabelle on, who is still hesitant to leave them. She then bolts and leaves the three of them.