Slightly Consequential (Slightly Awkward Series / Book Five / Teen Wolf)

chapter fifteen---AMPLIFICATION

Scott, Stiles, Dad, Clarke, Parrish and I were chasing after the beast on the road.

Scott, Stiles and I were in the Jeep.

Dad, Clarke, and Parrish were in their separate cars.

We could hear them through the police radio.

"Unit Five, heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large... something," Clarke told us.

"Unit Nine, to dispatch, I think I've got eyes on the same thing," Strauss told her. "Some kind of rabid animal."

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal," Clarke told him.

"Unit Nine to dispatch, we have a situation downtown," Strauss told us. "Multiple fatalities."

"Copy," dispatch told us. "Medics on the way. Do you have a perp in sight, Unit Nine?"

"Negative," Strauss answered. "Looks like a 10-91-E. Animal attack."

"10-4," dispatch told him. "Can you say what kind of animal?"

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the radio receiver, speaking into it. "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

"Stacie, get off the radio," Dad told me. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Five reporting a sighting on Hill Road southbound," Clarke told us.

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge, southbound on Beachwood," Strauss told us.

"All units, this is dispatch," dispatch told us. "We've got a 911 call with additional sighting on Mitchell."

"Wait a second," Stiles told us. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed back for the hospital," Scott told us.

Stiles took the receiver from me, speaking into it. "Dad--"

"Stiles, get off this channel," Dad told him.

"Dad, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles asked. "It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial. You hear me? It's headed for the hospital."

Stiles took a sharp turn to drive down the road toward the hospital.

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The chase was still going on. We could still hear the police chatter.

"Unit Five, Clarke, I need eyes on Parrish," Dad told her. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

"All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running into Beacon Memorial," dispatch told us.

"Clarke, disregard," Dad told her.

Stiles got us to the hospital.

We hurriedly got out of the Jeep, exchanging a look, running inside the deserted hospital.

We heard a gun cock behind us, turning around.

Dad was standing there with a gun, putting a finger to his lips. "Shh."

The hospital shook. We heard fighting.

"Fourth floor," Scott told us.

We took the elevator up, seeing that the fourth floor had little pieces of fire on the floor.