Mischief Night

Chapter 13

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, Uni has started back up again, haha. Hopefully I'll have the next update ready soon. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

The next person they found was Allison who had started to wander the halls after about half an hour, or close to, of hiding in her classroom. When she had heard footsteps behind her, she had whirled around with an arrow notched and ready to fire. Derek had pulled Stiles and Lydia behind him as soon as Allison turned before they recognized each other.

"Oh, my God, you're okay." Allison breathed and quickly put the arrow back in the quiver before she ran forward and hugged Lydia tightly. "Are any of you hurt?"

All three shook their heads. "No. We're fine." Derek said softly. "Are you hurt?"

Allison shook her head. "No, I managed to get out unscathed. Have you guys seen the other two?"

Again, the three shook their heads. "No. I found Stiles first when he was being chased from where he was hiding."

"And they found me when they came to the natatorium." Lydia said. "After that, you're the only one we've come across."

Allison nodded. "Let's find the others, I don't wanna be out in the open any longer than we have to."

The others nodded and, with the addition of Allison, headed further into the school. They walked a decent length for a few minutes when Derek paused, scenting the air.

"What is it?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson's scent." Now that his nose was free of wolfsbane, he could pick up on the scent more clearly. "Follow me." He led the group down to the boys' locker room and carefully headed in, keeping quiet. The others followed Derek's example and once the door was shut, he finally spoke. "Jackson?"

Slight shuffling sounded a few lockers away from them as Jackson relaxed in his locker but stayed in it. "Derek? Is that you?"

"Yeah, I'm here with Allison, Lydia and Stiles." They walked closer to the source of Jackson's voice.

A quick scent of the air told Jackson the truth, that it was indeed his friends and his girlfriend. He shuffled again before managing to open the locker and freed himself, stepping into the semi-fresh air.

"You were hiding in one of those?" Stiles stared in shock as he watched Jackson step out.

Jackson nodded and opened his arms when Lydia crossed the very short distance to him and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. "Yeah. So what?"

"I honestly didn't think you'd fit." Stiles shrugged the shock off. "I mean, you've got a lot more muscles than me or Scott."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He sighed. "Speaking of which, where is Scott?"

"We haven't found him yet." Allison spoke. "We actually found you first."

"Let's go find him." Jackson responded. The reunited friends left the locker room and stepped back into the dark hallway. They stayed in the building they were currently in to clear it first in case Scott was hiding in one of the higher levels. They were pleasantly relieved when Derek and Jackson began getting stronger whiffs of Scott's scent the higher they climbed.

The strongest of his scent was on the fourth floor and when they reached it, the two werewolves beelined for the classroom Scott had stashed himself in. When they entered, Scott was sound asleep having passed out from exhaustion. The others were feeling the same, wishing nothing more than to be curled up in bed away from this nightmarish night.

Allison knelt beside him and gently shook him awake while whispering his name. He jumped suddenly, making the others jump in response, as he woke up. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's just us." Allison comforted him. "You okay?"

Scott nodded, trying to wake his brain up. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" He asked worriedly.

Allison nodded. "I'm okay. We're all okay." She said softly, giving him a soft smile.

Scott nodded and stood with her help. "So, what do we do now?"

"I figured out a plan." Stiles said.

"You figured out a plan?" Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did." Stiles glared at him. "I figured, if we lead the attacker to a specific location, we can distract her. While we distract them, one of you three," he pointed to the three werewolves, "run to the office and use the PA system to howl into it and alert Jonathan and Talia. Knowing them, they'll grab my dad and they'll come get us out of here."

"That's actually a solid plan." Scott nodded. "How do we distract them? And who leads them?"

"Well, I kind of hit them in the leg when they were chasing me so I might not be in their good books as much as the rest of you are." Stiles rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You hit them in the leg?" Derek asked, slightly amused.

Stiles nodded. "It was a pretty hard hit, too." Derek let out a soft chuckle, making the other boy smile.

"So, does that mean you're going to be the one to lead them back to whatever location we choose?" Jackson asked.

"It makes sense." Stiles nodded.

"Okay, so we have that sorted." Scott said. "Where do we lead them?"

"Where would be the easiest to lead them?" Lydia asked.

"What about the gym? We can lock the doors and trap them in with us. And if we leave one open and put ourselves between it and them, they have less of a chance to escape and the werewolf that runs to the office can easily get back in and help the rest of us." Allison suggested.

"Good idea." Jackson said. "Who's gonna run to the office?"

"I will." Derek volunteered.

Allison nodded. "With that sorted, how are we going to distract them?"

Lydia frowned as she thought. "We can make some more molotovs."

Allison frowned. "Are you sure? After what happened?"

"Well, we need some way to keep them distracted. And they got pretty distracted by them when they exploded before." Lydia countered. "So, we make more of them and we can try to set them up in the gym so you can shoot them with an arrow to set them off when Stiles leads them there."

"We all go as a group this time. No one gets split up." Derek said. The rest nodded. "Let's go."

The group moved quickly and quietly through the halls, managing to get themselves to the chemistry classroom without any hassle and no sight of the attacker. Quick work was made as they prepared another two conical flasks and corked them to reduce the risk of explosions like Lydia and Jackson had done previously. They ran through the plan one more time to avoid confusion as they made the molotovs.

"Right, the rest of you get to the gym." Stiles spoke. "I'll go find them and lead them back. Try and hide yourselves so they won't raise their guard too much. We need as much surprise as we can get." He instructed. "You'll also have more time to lock the other doors. And have someone beside the main entrance ready to open the door."

"Be careful, okay?" Scott said, observing his best friend with worry.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." Stiles half smiled in an amused way.

"He's serious, Stiles. We all are. Be careful." Derek interjected.

Stiles gave Derek a soft smile, his heart warming at the concern. "I promise, I'll be careful, Sourwolf. Now go. We don't have much time."

The rest of the group nodded and split off from Stiles, quickly advancing to the gym. As Stiles watched them disappear down the hallway, he took a deep breath and steadied himself to put his plan into action. "God, please, get us out of here alive." He mumbled under his breath and turned in the opposite direction to find their attacker.