orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xv. night school

[ start of night school part two ]

  THE FOUR APPEARED in the doorway of the boys locker room a few seconds after beginning their sprint, pushing open the door desperately, immediately closing the door behind them.

  Eleanor pushed her long, cascading hair to the side and caught her breath, looking up to find her brother and best friend staring at Stiles with intent, demanding eyes. "Call your dad."

  Stiles grimaced. "And tell him what?"

  "I don't know, anything." Scott pleaded. "Fire, gas leak, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

  Eleanor disagreed with Scott's logic, shaking her head as she stared at the lockers surrounding the group, "I wouldn't be too sure. He could kill every cop in his sight, and it'll take a lot to slow it down; Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane bullet to even slow him down."

  "Well, then we have to - have to find a way out and run for it."

  Jaden cocked his eyebrows upward, motioning to the walls surrounding him. "There's nothing near this shit hole for at least a mile. I don't think you'll be able to last that long yet, let alone Stiles."

  Jaden made a good point, and for a few short minutes, it seemed there was no way out of their predicament. The four slumped against the benches lining the lockers, their heads rested in their shaking hands as they thought over how they would survive something like this. Sure, they had Jaden and Eleanor, experienced and trained werewolves; however, they'd never been in this situation before. They didn't know what to do, they felt helpless. They'd never defended themselves in front of a psycho Alpha before.

  Eleanor's mind reeled with endless possibilities about how tonight would end for the four friends. It played Derek's near death on a repetitive loop, and she had to screw her eyes shut to try and block out the aching in her chest; she didn't want Derek to die. She wanted them all to come out of this school alive, she wanted them to survive. And that's what they were going to do. All of them, including Derek.

  Her eyes lingered on the floor at the thought of her older brother, but she sprung upright and onto her feet at the thought of Deaton in the car. The car.

  "What about Derek's car?" She suggested as the four boys looked up, their eyes filled with tiredness and despair.

  "That could work." Stiles encouraged, rising to his feet to agree with the brown, hopeful eyed girl. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body and we take his car."

  "And him." She reminded, her hands crossed expectantly.

  He nodded instantly, not wanting to upset the emotional girl. For a second, it seemed that everything would be okay, and that they would all leave with a steady, beating heart. All they had to do was get to Derek, and everything would be okay. That was until a rustle sounded from near the doorway, very close; causing the three werewolves to freeze.