Alaska ➳ Stilinski | t.w

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" appearance blinds, whereas words reveal."

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"Did you drive here?," Stiles interrogated.

"Next week at ten thirty is my DMV permit test so not exactly, Stiles," I retorted.

The buzzcut kid and my god brother continued to express fear for some unrevealed reason. Allison simply grunted. "Jackson drove us here-"

"Jackson's here?"

"Yes, and Lydia. Okay, what is going on here? Who sent this text?," Allison impatiently asked before picking up her phone. "Where are you?"

Almost like in those dramatic television scenes, Lydia and Jackson came barging through the double doors, pretty much at a perfect timing. "Finally," Lydia breathed out," Can we go now?"

Overhead a bang sounded, making the group of six quiver. "RUN," Scott said taking Allison's hand as the cluster flocked the area. But I couldn't move.

The sound made me remember the clank of the needles and metal tools bumping into one another as the doctor prepped to give me injections, painful ones. It was impossible for me to move. It felt as if my legs were clasped to bricks or being clenched by quick sand.

That unwelcomed remembrance was interrupted when Stiles sprinted towards me, may I say with a very... un-atheletic form. "Alaska, don't get offended but you are literally insane if you don't move right now." Then, unconvinced if he should or not, he debated whether to grab my hand by performing an unflattering arm dance before comprising to grab my wrist instead.

Eventually, we caught up to the other students scurrying for safety with the monsterous growls just at our heels. Stiles soon taking a sharp turn into an empty classroom with the rest entering. Once inside the vacant room, Scott and Jackson promptly began to barricade the entrance with desks, chairs, and anything within reach. "Help me get it in front of the door!"

Yet, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison could only stare at the wall of windows. Wall of glass windows.

"Scott, wait, not here."

"What was that? Scott, what was that?"

"What came out of the ceiling?"

"Will you just help me? The chairs, stack the chairs."

Everyone apart from Stiles came rushing to Scott's assistance. "Guys - Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please? Hello!," Stiles exclaimed.

"Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?," Stiles proclaimed.

Stiles surely was an emotion provoker. While he could make me laugh and smile he could instanteously diminish a handful of teenagers' hopes for survival. "Can someone please tell me what's going on," Allison pleaded to Scott," because I'm freaking out here and I'd like to know why."