Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

Too Much Death, Not Enough Running

Research - Chapter 6: Too Much Death, Not Enough Running

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of it's characters. I only own Hope and her family.

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"LOCK IT!" Scott yelled as quietly as he could, while him and Stiles held the doors closed the best they could. 

"Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles responded sarcastically.

"Grab something!" Hope cried out, her voice cracking slightly.

"What?" Stiles asked her frantically.

"ANYTHING!" both Scott and Hope yelled, and Stiles looked around the bare corridors in hope. His face then showed a dawning, and he stood up, pushing the door open. "What the hell are you doing?" Hope hissed, pulling him back. He shook her off and surveyed outside, before stepping out and hopping down the stairs, slowly picking the bolt cutters off of the ground. Hope stared out the window with Scott when they both saw the Alpha and bobbed down, Hope's eyes filled with both fear and tears.

Scott banged on the door, yelling out for his best friend, who came running up and practically slammed through the door. He lodged the bolt cutters in the door and Hope rose slightly. "Will that hold it?"

"No, definitely not." Stiles told her, and she clasped her hands together, squeezing them tightly. 

"Where'd it go?" Scott asked, looking out the tiny window desperately. Stiles grabbed the torch, and pointed it outside, surveying the area. The three walked back away from the door slowly, Hope nearly shrinking in between them. They turned around, the torch darting around the hallway. Hope whimpered slightly. There was a great howl and Hope practically threw her shoes away, and began running alongside her two friends.

They sprinted into the first classroom they saw and Scott and Stiles went to push the desk against the wall, when Hope stopped them. "The doors not gonna keep it out." she whispered, pointing towards it.

"I know." Scott replied.

"It's your boss." Stiles stated.

"What?"

"Deaton. The alpha. Your boss."

"No."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." 

"Not exactly the time, guys." Hope muttered, tapping on the desk anxiously.

"What do we do?" Scott asked the two.

"Okay, we get to my jeep, we get outta here, you seriously think about quitting your job." Stiles spoke quickly, looking back out the door.

"Preferably alive." Hope sighed, her eyes filling with tears. "We're gonna die!" 

"No we aren't, Hope, I promise." Stiles looked her straight in the eyes, before running over to the window with Scott. Scott tried to pull it open, but Stiles stopped him. "They don't open, school's climate control."

"Then we break it!" Hope exclaimed, nodding at Scott.

"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles told them rationally.

"T-then... we run really fast." Scott spoke, and Hope rolled her eyes.

"I dunno about you but I like living so-" Hope told him sarcastically, staring out the window. She caught sight of Stiles' jeep and moaned. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

"What do you mean, nothing's wrong with my Jeep."

"It's bent!" 

"What, dented?" Stiles shoved Scott aside, trying to get a better look at his Jeep.