"We gotta go," I say, walking as fast as I can out of the classroom and giving Scott and Stiles exactly zero explanation of my vision. They don't need to be worrying about Allison, Lydia, and Jackson being in the school right now.
"Wait!" my brother hisses and scrambles after me. The three of us cautiously look out into the hallway. Stiles shines his flashlight down it. The light bounces off of the shiny, tiled floors. Scott looks to the right and says, "This way."
"No, no, no, no," Stiles grabs his arm. "Somewhere without windows."
"Every single room in this building has windows," Scott argues.
"Or somewhere with less windows," Stiles corrects himself.
"The locker room," Scott breathes heavily.
"The girls' locker room?" I ask hopefully.
"Yeah, no. The boys'," Stiles pulls us both in the opposite direction. We hurry down the hallway, jogging as quietly as we can. Stiles pushes open the locker room door and as soon as we're inside, Scott turns around. I start to look through the aisles, waiting for something to pop out and scare me.
"Call your dad," Scott tells Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles crinkles his forehead and starts looking behind the lockers.
"I don't know. Anything," Scott answers quietly. "There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
"What is it doesn't?" Stiles asks. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"
"Stiles is right," I sigh, coming up next to them. "They're cops. They're not equipped or trained to deal with Alpha werewolves."
"They have guns!" Scott protests.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down," Stiles argues. "You remember that?"
"The police don't have wolfsbane bullets," I point out.
"Then we ... we have to ... we have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott watches the ground.
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile," Stiles informs us. My shoulders slump.
"What about Derek's car?" Scott asks.
"It goes fast." I remember Derek speeding around with me plastered to his seats.
"That could work," Stiles' eyes widen. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body – ugh – and then we take his car."
"And him?" Scott asks.
"Fine," Stiles states. "Whatever." He turns and starts to walk away.
I turn, too, and catch sight of a mirror above a sink. A brightly-lit vision of Jackson looking into the mirror begins to play out. Suddenly, it's daytime and the lights are on. I look around the locker room, but Scott and Stiles are gone. I've never had a vision like this before. I take a couple steps towards Jackson.
As I approach the mirrors, I realize that I can't see my reflection in them. Even when I wave my hands around spastically, I see nothing. I reach out to touch Jackson's shoulder, but my hand goes right through him. For a moment, I consider punching him again, just because I can, but then I remember that it's only a vision and Scott, Stiles, and I are being hunted by the Alpha this very instant. I whirl around, my shoe somehow squeaking on the damp locker room floor. I don't have a reflection and I can't touch things, but my shoes can squeak. Fascinating.
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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...
