Between Thin Air Sterek/Scisaac

1.

Adrenalin pumps furiously through my veins, my legs are moving but I don't seem to be going anywhere. Beads of sweat tumble down my face, my vision blurs, causing the already dark room to become even darker. The air surrounding me becomes thicker, tighter, it begins to constrict me, like a snake it wraps it's long slender body around my delicate flesh forcing the air from my lungs. Black dots border my vision, slowly getting bigger and bigger until all that I see is darkness when I take my last dying breath.

"Good Night Stiles" A voice hissed.

I gasp as I forcefully fling myself forward into a sitting position, sweat covers me like a blanket, causing me to shiver violently, although I don't feel cold, I feel hot, so damn hot. My breath is heavy and rugged as I attempt to calm my heart rate that's beating at a hundred mile an hour. It was a dream, It was just a dream.

I lean forward even more and place my head in my hands, my damp forehead cool against my burning palms. For what felt like hours although in reality was only a few brief minuets, I sat there, just breathing, trying to calm myself. It's okay, It was just a dream, I repeat to myself again and again like a hypnotic mantra spiralling me into unconsciousness.

The sun is well above the horizon when I finally wake, it would almost be peaceful if it weren't for my dad yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Stiles, get your ass out of bed! You're going to be late"

Sometimes I'm surprised at that old man's lung capacity.

I stumble out of bed, I somehow manage to get my long, lanky limbs tangled in the sheets, resulting in me getting a face-full of floor boards.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm up!" I yell back.

Now, what to wear?

My jeep nearly breaks down a few times on the way to school, it's old, the bright blue finish chips in places and it's difficult to start up sometimes but I love the jeep all the same. By the time I'm actually in the premises of the school grounds, class had already started, looks like it's detention today folks, especially since my first class is with... Harrison.

The halls, were empty and suspiciously quiet, so quiet that my footsteps echoed throughout the building. I began to grow nervous with each step that brung me closer to what seemed to be my impending doom. Finally with my last step, I was left face to face with the door leading to my class. Swallowing, I grasp the cool metal handle and force the door open.

"Ahh, Mr. Stilinski, how nice of you to join us. Take a seat. " Harrison spoke. " Oh! You'll be joining me for detention the afternoon" He spat.

I let out an enthusiastic groan as I staggered my why to the desk behind my best friend of all best friends, was seated.

" And that'll be tomorrow afternoon as well"

I plopped down in my seat, rolling my eyes and pouting. I lean towards Scott and spoke

''Can you believe this crap?"

He, slowly turned to face me, almost ominously. His skin was pale and his face was grave. Suddenly a sicking feeling formed in my stomach, not many things could scare Scott like this.

" Allison and Kira are missing"