Prisoner :Stiles Stilinski:

:5:

:Alice:

I walk into school trying my best to avoid Scott and Stiles. "ALICE!" I groan and turn to see exactly those two. "Yes?" I say and they drag me into the guys locker room. "What the hell guys?" I snap as I grimace at the smell. "We have a plan too save Boyd and the other girl in the volt," Scott says excitedly and I give them a blank look. "And?" I question as their smiles fade and they look at each other nervously. "We were hoping you would help us," Stiles finally says and I give him a look to carry on. "We were hoping you could orb Scott, Derek, Boyd and the other girl out of the bank," he continues and I give him an odd look. "How are they getting in if I'm only orbing them out of the bank?" I ask as they shrug. "We need to figure that out," Scott said and I roll my eyes walking out of the locker room. "ALI WAIT!" Stiles calls and I spin around facing him. "What Stiles?" I snap as he sighs. "I just thought we could walk to class together since we're.." he's about to finish but I cut him off. "What Stiles? We're friends? You guys may be my Charges but that does not make ye my friends," I say about to walk away but he grabs my wrist pulling me back. "Why do you keep pushing us away every time, we're just trying to be your friends?" he says as I avoid eye contact with him. "Everyone around me either dies or gets hurt, I'm trying to protect ye it's my job," I say looking at the floor. "Yeah and it's our job to make sure nothing happens to you either, look, so far we've survived a psychotic murdering alpha and a kanima, and tonight you're gonna help them get out of the bank in one piece, you gotta let us help you though," he says and I sigh finally caving in. "Okay," I say and he grins. "Great, now let's to English, we're late enough,"

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"Okay," Stiles starts as he unfolds a map. "You see this? This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. It leads down inside the wall of the vault, which is where," he pauses to circle the vent on the map. "One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now the space was so small, it took them about twelve hours to drill into the shaft wall, which is stone by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash to the rest of the guys on top of the roof, through that one little shaft in the wall," he finishes and I am beyond confused. "Can we fit in there?" Scott questions. "Yes we can but very, very barely. And, they also patched the wall obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond-bit..." Stiles gets cut off by Derek. "Look forget the drill," he says as Stiles gives him a look. "Sorry?" he questions. "If I go in first how much space do I have?" Derek continues ignoring Stiles' last comment. "What do you think you're gonna do Derek? You're gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles says sarcastically and Derek rolls his eyes. "Yes Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall," Derek says and Stiles turns to him. "Okay, big guy, let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big ole fist, come on, make it," Stiles says as Derek holds up his fist. "See this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid-" Stiles starts but Derek punches his hand causing him to back up. "Ah, he can do it," he groans in pain. Derek continues talking while I take Stiles' hand and heal it creating a very bright light to come from my hands, lighter than it should be. "Who's following me in then?" Derek says as I let go of Stiles' hand. "Don't look at me," Peter says from the stairs. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself," Peter continues and I roll my eyes. "So I'm supposed to to just let them die," Derek snapped. "One of them is already dead, your personal ouija board confirmed that," Peter says motioning towards me. "I'm a White-Lighter Witch, not a ouija board," I snap as he chuckles. I could already feel my anger take over so I left them behind. I stand outside taking deep breaths. This isn't going to be easy.