As we're reaching the kitchen door, the Alpha sticks its head through the window and looks into the cafeteria.
I stop, transported back to the hallway. The Alpha's eyes land on me and it growls. I lock gazes with the bright red color. When I blink it stays under my eyelids with me. Its face is terrifying, but I know that it has no intention of killing me right now. Interesting.
Everything seems to move in slow motion as I tilt my head at the black fur-covered creature.
"Emerson!" Stiles yells right in my ear, yanking me back to reality. "Now is not the time for a you-know-what!"
He jerks me unceremoniously into the kitchen and I run after him through the doors to the stairwell.
"I have ... to tell ... you things," I manage out, taking the stairs two at a time. My knees ache in protest, but I keep going.
"What things?" Stiles looks over his shoulder at me and stumbles on the stairs. He catches himself on the railing.
"Later," I huff out.
Moments later, I find myself in the chemistry lab. Scott closes the door and shoves a chair underneath the handle. I look at all of the windows. Not as many as the cafeteria, but still.
I hear low growling in the distance and we all freeze. Allison clamps her hand over her mouth. I wonder what they all think of the growling? Do they think Derek has respiratory problems or something? Or do they know something is up?
Through the window, I can see a shadowy figure. It stops outside of the door. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the door to start to rattle. After a minute of silence, I open them again; the shadow is gone and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
"That's not going to hold him off, Scott," I argue. "He made it through the cafeteria doors with at least thirty chairs in front of it!"
"I know! Jackson, how many people can fit into your car?" Scott exclaims. I can feel his fear radiating off of him.
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap," answers Jackson.
"Five?" Allison sounds incredulous. "I barely fit in the back."
"It doesn't matter," Stiles shakes his head. "There's no getting out without drawing attention."
"What about this?" Scott points to the rooftop access door. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."
"Speak for yourself," I say. "I'm pretty slow and those things rattle."
"That's a deadbolt anyway," Stiles looks wistfully at the door.
"The janitor has a key," my brother replies.
"You mean his body has it," Stiles corrects.
"We were going to take Derek's keys off of his dead body," I raise my eyebrows. "What's the difference?"
"I can get it." Scott nods with me. "I can find him by scent, by blood."
"How far could the Alpha have taken him if he's never left the school?" I ask.
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles asks.
"I'm getting the key," Scott decides.
"Are you serious?" Allison whispers.
"Well, it's the best plan," Scott explains. "Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."
"You can't go out there unarmed," argues Allison. Scott looks around and grabs a wooden stick from the chalk tray with a plastic glove on the end, pointer finger extended. I look at Stiles to see his reaction. He rolls his eyes.
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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...
