Mischief Night

Chapter 14

It took Stiles about five minutes for him to come across the attacker. He was just turning around to leave the hallway when he heard a voice speak from the other end.

"Bold to be separated from the others, isn't it?" They called out, watching Stiles.

"Maybe. Didn't help that you actually made us separate. I can't find them."

"Well, given you foolishly came out of your hiding spot after I had passed you, I'm not surprised you can't." The attacker chuckled and began to walk forward. "You should have thought about hitting me in the leg and running before you could find protection. Now, you're at the top of my kill list." Stiles frowned as his eyes drifted towards their hands where they seemed to be holding a case. His eyes flicked back up to their mask and began to take a few steps back as they increased their pace.

Stiles knew that if he didn't run now, their plan would never work. He swiftly turned on his heel and began running, trying to put some distance in between them. He heard quick footsteps behind him and knew they were chasing him. He cursed to himself when he heard the attacker's steps getting closer despite the injury he gave them. He managed to increase his own pace and sprinted down the hallways, focusing on his final destination.

Once he got to the hallway connecting to the gym, a burst of speed appeared as the adrenaline spurred him on. He zipped past the threshold once the door was opened, coming too close with the attacker for his own comfort. They had almost caught up with Stiles in the previous hallways and as soon as they followed Stiles through, Derek shot out and Jackson slammed the door shut behind him with the others separating the attacker from their only escape route.

The attacker paused, slowly turning to face the others as they tore their gaze away from Stiles. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Did you really think we would just let you chase and torment us?" Stiles questioned, watching them. "We're not going down without a fight. You want to kill us? Go ahead and try."

"Brave words coming from a teenager. How far are you willing to go?"

"What do you mean?" Allison frowned, her bow ready to let loose another arrow.

"I mean, Allison, are you ready to kill me in order to survive?" The attacker taunted.

Allison watched them for a few seconds, her hold relaxing a little due to the distraction. She quickly composed herself and tightened her hold again. "It'll be considered self-defence, since you were the one who tormented us and tried to kill us. If it means we survive, then we survive." Scott had never been more proud to see his girlfriend speak and act so strongly.

Before the conversation could continue any further, a loud and ferocious roar was released through and outside the school. Once it was over and after a quick, frantic search amongst the teens for a certain one, the attacker scowled. "You should not have don't that."

Derek stood back from the microphone and kept his hearing open to listen for a response. He had tried to muster as loud of a roar as best he could to signal his location as well as urgency to bring his parents to them as soon as they could get there. Now, he waited for a reply before heading back to the others. He hoped his parents heard it.

Talia and Jonathan both jumped awake when they heard their son's roar, bolting upright in bed as their eyes unconsciously glowed briefly. Talia quickly checked the time and immediately looked at her husband. "Where did Derek say he was going to be?"

"At the school. He was doing some training to make sure he was ready for his game. He didn't say when he'd be back." Jonathan responded, matching her equally worried look.

"Something's wrong." She said. "We need to go." She and Jonathan quickly got out of bed, not bothering with changing their clothes. They rushed down the stairs, coming face to face with Laura, Peter, Malia and Cora.

"Mom, what's going on?" Laura asked worriedly.

"Your brother's in trouble. Cora, Malia, I need you to go to Noah's house and get him up. Go, now. Quickly." Talia ordered.

The two girls nodded and took off, not even bothering with shoes as they sprinted away.

"Let's go." Talia shifted into her wolf form and thudded at the ground as she took off running, the others quickly following her. She let out a howl as they ran, hoping to ease some of the anxiety she had heard in her son's voice.

As soon as Derek heard the confirming response, he took off back to the gym. He managed to get through the door when something slammed into him, knocking him off his feet. A painful click from his shoulder emanated and once he came to a still, he looked around to see Jackson groaning in pain.

He looked over at the rest of his friends as he and Jackson sat up to see Stiles get hit across the face and pushed out of the way before the aggressor focused on Lydia. He let out an involuntary roar and launched himself, trying to attack. He tackled the attacker to the ground, making them let go of the case they were holding, and snarled at them. He sliced at their face, knocking the mask. He froze when he saw who had been hiding behind it, grunting when he was kicked off.

A few gasps were heard as the rest of the teenagers recognised who their attacker was while Stiles helped Derek to his feet and away from them.

"Kate?" Allison asked in a teary voice. Her aunt was the one tormenting them? But why.........?

"Allison............" Kate's expression turned to a look of compassion. "Sweetheart—"

"Why?" Allison interjected, glaring at her.

Kate paused. She took a breath and sighed. "Honey, there are so many things you don't understand."

"Why?" Allison demanded again, her voice becoming more stronger and harsher. "Why did you do this? Why are you torturing us?"

"Because those three are monsters, Allison. They've made you believe that they're innocent creatures when they've caused so much hurt. They're bad for you, Allison. They're dangerous."

"They are my friends." Allison sharpened her gaze on her aunt. "They're innocent."

"No, they're not! How many times has Scott tried to hurt you?!"

"He's never hurt me once. Nor have Jackson or Derek. And they've never hurt Stiles and Lydia. How could you say such a thing?"

"Because she's been raised by your grandfather to kill those that do hurt people." Derek supplied, his gaze never leaving Kate's. "But she's taken it too far. That's what your family are. They hunt those who hurt people. Or at least that's supposed to be their honour code."

"You know nothing of our code, Hale." Kate sneered. "How many people has your mother hurt?"

"None." Derek said. He knew his mother never hurt anyone, that's what made her alpha material.

Kate growled in frustration. All she had wanted to do was separate the teenagers and kill the three werewolves and get out before she got caught. "You lot are more trouble than you're fucking worth." She pulled out another small smoke grenade and released it, covering the gym in smoke. However, this one was more lethal to the werewolves, causing them to shout in pain followed by coughing. Kate had made this one a wolfsbane smoke grenade, purple smoke going everywhere.

Derek coughed as Stiles dragged him away from Kate, trying to disperse the smoke around them so Derek wasn't as poisoned by it. "Did you get a response?"

"I did, they're on their way." Derek nodded, coughing less now that he wasn't in the midst of the smoke. His head whipped up and his body froze in place when he heard something being cocked and dread filled him.

"What? What is it?" Stiles asked worriedly, watching Derek.

"She's got a shotgun."