"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott cries over and over again. I bury my face in my hands for a moment before I whip my head up again to look around.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles demands. My heart thuds in my ears and my lungs ache from breathing so hard.
"Grab something!" Scott says.
"What?" Stiles asks. His eyes are wide as he stares at my brother.
"Anything!" Scott shouts. I look around the hallways for something we can use to hold the door shut. It's just lockers and doors and more lockers. Stiles' breathing stops for a moment. I look at him again.
"No," I start before he can even say anything. "No, that's your bad idea face."
Stiles stands up and looks out the window.
"What?" Scott stands up too. I'm too scared to look out the window. "No," Scott decides.
"Yes," Stiles counters. I shake my head.
"No," I say forcefully, setting my jaw.
"Stiles, no. Don't." Scott's voice becomes more frantic as Stiles reaches to open the door.
"No!" I repeat, as loudly as I dare. Stiles looks me right in the eye and opens the door. He slips outside and stands outside the window for a minute. He's crouched down, picking up whatever he saw, when I see the two glowing eyes peer around his Jeep. "Stiles!" I cry. My heart pounds even harder. I didn't think it was possible.
"Stiles!" Scott shouts with me. Stiles turns to look at us shouting his name. Scott starts to hit the window. I can hear the Alpha growling as he stalks up to Stiles. It breaks into a run and Stiles just stares at it.
"Move!" I grunt as I push Scott out of the way. I throw open the doors, grab Stiles, and yank him back inside. The three of us pull the doors shut and brace ourselves. I wait for the Alpha to start yanking on the doors. Briefly, I wonder if three teenagers, even with one a werewolf, would be enough to hold off an Alpha.
After a minute of silence, the three of us slowly stand up. I peer through the tiny window.
"Where'd it go?" Scott asks. "Where is it?"
Stiles takes the flashlight and shines it around the parking lot. The beam is barely visible on the pavement, but there is no sign of the Alpha. I look at Stiles' Jeep.
"That won't hold, will it?" Scott whispers as they start to back away from the door.
"Probably not," Stiles answers. Somewhere, inside the school, a howl echoes through the hallways. Scott and Stiles take off into the first classroom.
"Guys!" I hiss, running after them. "It's inside! Why don't we just run to the Jeep?"
"It's too fast! It'll catch us!" Scott says. He looks around the classroom wildly. "The desk!"
He and Stiles start to push it, but it screeches across the floor. I wince. The Alpha can definitely hear us.
"Shh! Stop, stop!" Stiles holds out his hand. "The door's not gonna keep him out."
"I know," Scott admits.
"It's your boss," Stiles tells us.
"What?" Scott crinkles his forehead.
"Deaton, the Alpha. Your boss," Stiles clarifies.
"It's not Deaton," I cross my arms.
"Is that a psychic thing or an Emerson thing?" Stiles challenges. He raises his eyebrows at me.
"It's not Deaton," I repeat.
"Yes, it is!" Stiles argues. "He's a murdering psycho werewolf!"
"He can't be," Scott defends him.
"Oh, come on," Stiles stares at my brother. I watch the hallway nervously. "He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"
"It's not him," Scott protests. He leans forward on the desk.
"He killed Derek," Stiles adds. My heart falls. So, Stiles thinks Derek is dead too.
"No, Derek's not dead," Scott shakes his head. "He – He can't be dead."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury," Stiles cries. I wince, looking around the dark classroom. "He's dead and we're next."
"Okay, just ..." Scott looks down. "What do we do?"
"We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you two seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles takes the flashlight and runs over to the windows. Scott and I walk after him.
"Okay, where is the Alpha?" I ask. "He's inside the school, guys. How close is he?"
"I don't know," Scott rushes out.
"How powerful is he?" I raise my eyebrows. "Is he stronger than you?"
"I don't know!" Scott says again.
"Is there even a chance that we can make it out?" I throw my arms out.
"I don't know! You're the psychic here, why don't you tell me?" my brother demands.
"Because I don't know either!" I run my hands over my face.
"We go through the windows," Scott decides.
"No, they don't open." Stiles swings the flashlight. "The school's climate-controlled."
"Then we break it," Scott suggests.
"Which will make a lot of noise," counters Stiles.
"Guys, if Scott could hear Allison inside the school during the school day, what makes you think the Alpha can't hear us right now?" I inquire.
"Then, we run really fast." Scott keeps his eyes on the parking lot. "Really fast – Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles sounds concerned.
"It's bent," Scott tells him as I look through the glass.
"Dented?" Stiles rushes over next to us.
"No, I mean bent," Scott corrects.
"It's the Alpha," I huff out. "He heard us talking and now he's broken Stiles' Jeep so we're trapped here!"
Suddenly, the glass of the window we're looking through shatters. The three of us throw ourselves on the floor, Stiles wrapping his arms over my head. A car battery slides across the floor and I stare at it in shock. Stiles moves his arms and shines the flashlight on it.
"That's my battery," Stiles deadpans. His light beam stays on the hunk of metal as he gets up.
"Don't," Scott says, pulling him back down.
"We have to move," Stiles argues.
"The Alpha knows we're right here," I agree and nod my head.
"He could be right outside!" Scott protests. I widen my eyes at my brother.
"He is right outside!" Stiles hisses.
"Just let me take a look," Scott says. He stands and peers through the opening cautiously. A vision hits me as I'm looking around the parking lot. Flashes of Allison by the school pool in the dark and Lydia and Jackson in the hallway sear across my vision.
"No!" I yell when I realize that they're going to be in the school with us and the Alpha tonight.
"Shh!" Scott puts his hand over my mouth and Stiles jumps a mile into the air.
"Really, Em? I didn't need another heart attack!" Stiles whispers loudly. His face falls when he sees my expression. "What is it?"
Scott takes his hand off my mouth.
"We're not going to be alone with the Alpha for long," I grimace and squeeze my eyes shut.
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Transformed (Incomplete)
Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
