Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Seventeen

Claire's POV

I'm being dragged by an invisible cord as Scott makes his way down the dark hallway. Wait, why am I with Scott? I thought I was sitting beside Stiles.

'Scott? What are you doing?' I try and say but he doesn't hear it. I keep following him into the auditorium as he slowly makes his way to the pulled out bleachers. This isn't a horror movie, Scott, just walk normally. We make our way behind the bleachers and a feeling of dread washes over me. Something doesn't seem right. I see Scott flinch as a drop of blood falls on his hand. That's never a good sign. Scott and I slowly look up and I see the Janitor hanging by his feet staring blankly at us. I cover my mouth in horror and try and turn away, but for some reason I can't. Instead I am forced to see Scott try and reach for the Janitors keys hanging on his belt.

I'm gonna need years' worth of therapy after this.

I hear a loud ruckus and I turn and see the bleachers start to quickly close one row at a time. 'Scott, move!' I try and say, but he still doesn't hear me. Damn it! Why can't he hear me? Scott notices the bleachers closing in and frantically reaches for the keys. I try and yell at Scott again. I have to keep trying. 'Scott, move. C'mon. I do not want to see my best friend be turned into a pan cake!' Scott finally grabs the keys. "Move!" I shout in desperation and Scott flips out of the bleachers with me following him. After getting back to his feet he looks around frantically and I give him a confused look.

"Claire?" He asks, still looking around. Did I say something out loud? I must have. How did I do it? Can I do it again?

These thoughts were ripped out of my head as the Alpha tackles Scott to the ground, his clawed hand pressed against Scott's chest to stop him from getting up and he lets off a giant growl, shaking the walls and the ground. I cover my ears in pain until he finally stops and runs away. Why didn't he do anything? 'Scott, are you okay?' I try but he doesn't hear anything. I groan in frustration. I have to keep trying. I have to get him to hear me, again. Scott looks up and I immediately understand why the Alpha just left. Scott's going to kill us instead.

In his werewolf form, Scott slowly stands up and makes his way out of the auditorium, heading for the classroom. Maybe I am living my own horror movie. 'Scott, you don't want to do this.' Damn, why can't he hear me? I did it before. 'Scott, listen to me. We're your friends. You're girl friend is in there. Please, just come back. Snap out of it.' Scott approached the classroom door and take out the Janitors keys. 'Scott, please.' He slowly and quietly inserts the key into the lock of the door. We're gonna die. "Scott!" I shout out and he snaps his head around. He looks back at the door after not being able to find the source of the shout. I did it, but now he's back to his previous mission. He freezes with his hand on the keys, hesitant. He snaps the key inside the lock, effectively locking the group inside the room. I hear Allison yelling for Scott, banging her fists against the door and trying to open the door but all I can do is let out a relieved sigh.

Scott's back.

"Claire. C'mon Claire, snap out of it." I hear Stiles frantically whisper and I blink trying to focus on my current surroundings. I'm back in the classroom. I look around until my eyes fix onto Stiles' relieved face.

"I was with Scott." I say in a daze.

"What?"

"When he left to go get the keys. I was with him." Stiles' face contorts into confusion, but he shakes his head like he's banishing the thought from his head.

"We'll talk about that later. Let's just get out of here. My Dad's here."

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"You sure it was Derek?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as he looked at Scott, Stiles and I uncertainly. We made it out and right now we're standing outside the school. Stiles hasn't let go of my hand since I came out of that trace like state, not that I mind. It's helped me not freak out with everything that just happened.