Orphic ||Stiles Stilinski||

||Chapter 14||

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott ordered.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles hissed. My head hurt, my breathing was heavy. I had just watched Derek get killed, and couldn't do anything about it. My breathing quickened, my heartbeat felt as if it was going to pop my ear drums. He was dead. Derek Hale was dead.

"Grab something!"

"What?"

"Anything!" I covered my ears with my hands, biting my lip. "Vic, you need to calm down." I blinked back a tear, nodding slowly. Stiles jumped to his feet, looking at something out the window. I looked to where he was looking, a bolt cutter on the ground. "No."

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't."

"Stiles!" I shouted as he opened the door. He bent down to grab the bolt cutters when the alpha came out from behind his jeep. "Stiles!"

"Come back, come back!" Scott pounded on the door.

"Stiles, get back!" The alpha began running towards him and he sprinted inside, clamping the door with the tool. My hands were shaking, my breathing not slowing down. 

"Where is it?" Scott asked and Stiles took the light off of him. He shone it through the window. "Where'd it go?" They stepped backwards and so did I. "That won't hold will it?"

"Probably not." Stiles looked between me and Scott. We turned to look down the corridor, Stiles shining the light still. A wolf howled and Stiles pushed Scott slightly, making him run as he grabbed my hand, pulling me along behind him. We ran into a classroom when they blocked the door with a desk. I collapsed onto the ground, my body feeling as if it had been hit by a bus.  "The doors not gonna keep it out."

"I know." Scott replied.

"It's your boss." Stiles blurted out, looking at me and Scott.

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." 

"No." Scott denied.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." 

"That can't be." 

"Stilinski, that guy has never harmed a person in his life." I joined in.

"Oh, come on. He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air?" He shrugged. "That not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." I stood back up.

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott whisper shouted.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury." Stiles raised his voice. "He's dead, and we're next."

"Okay, just..." Scott panted. "What do we do?"

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you two seriously think about quitting your job. Good?" No Stiles, not good. They both walked over to the window, and I followed. Scott went to open the window but I grabbed his arm. 

"No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it."

"Which will make a lot of noise." I glanced at the door.

"Then.. Then we run really fast."

"Stiles isn't the most athletic." I mumbled and he shot me a glare.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" Scott asked and we both turned our heads. The hood was completely bent.

"What do you mean? Nothings wrong." Stiles said quickly.