Mosaic

Chapter 11

       "Hey, its Barry, I can't get to the phone right now so leave a message. I'll get to it as soon as I can."

       "Uhh, hey Barry. Its Allison again. I just called to see how you're doing. So, uh, call me back when you get a chance." Allison sighed and hung up the phone. This had to be considered stalking now. She called Barry too many times in the past week. But she was worried. Barry had run off after Scott had left the pack meeting and she hadn't heard from him since.

       "Calling Barry again?" Stiles asked as he walked up to her. She looked up and nodded.

       "I'm worried about him. He just ran off and he isn't returning any of my calls." Allison sighed. She grabbed her things and followed Stiles down the hall to advanced calculas.

       "He'll get back to you Alli. Something happened down in Central. They probably need him." Stiles said. He walked into class and took a seat. Allison followed suit. Taking her phone out and putting it on her desk so that she wouldn't miss it if Barry tried to get a hold of her. She wasn't too sure he would though.

       "Ms. Argent, if you would pay attention to the class and not your phone, that would be great." The teacher said, snapping her out of her trance. She nodded and flipped her phone over so it wouldn't distract her.

       Later that night while she was doing homework her father came in her room.

       "We found the spear. Gerard isn't giving it up at the moment, so we have to play along with him." Chris explained.

       "Okay, sounds like a plan." Allison nodded. Her father looked like he was about to say something else but she got a call. "Hello?"

       "Allison! Silver bullets, silver arrows, silver daggers, anything you have! The beast is attacking the school." Allison was surprised to hear Liam's voice over the phone.

       "Okay, I'm on my way." Allison hung up and hopped off of the bed. She gathered​ her things and told her father what was going on before running out to her car. She drove to the school as fast as she could. She got out of the car and followed the sound of screaming voices inside the school. She was equipped with daggers and she had an arrow notched in her bow, ready to shoot if she'd need to.

       She turned the corner of the hall that lead to the library. She walked down the hall, careful not to make too much noise. She was glad she hadn't because seconds later the beast came running down the main hall to the library and crashed through the door. Allison went unnoticed as she jogged the rest of the way to the library.

       When she got in the library she noticed that the library was filled with kids from the lacrosse game. in front of her Scott and Liam were getting torn up by the beast. Allison made a quick decision and called out, hoping to distract the beast so that Scott and Liam could get their bearings.

       "Hey!" she screamed. The beast turned slowly. She took aim and hit it with an arrow. The beast roared and she knew she only had seconds before it was going to come at her, so she took off down the school hallway. The beast followed. As she ran she would shoot arrows off at the beast, hoping that someone would come take care of it sooner or later. She couldn't take this thing on on her own.

       "Scott, Liam, someone!" Allison screamed once she realized her quiver was empty. "Help would be nice!" Allison took out her daggers. She only had four. Every shot would have to count. It seemed like she was alone in this.

       "Allison, duck!" she didn't have to look behind herself to know that Isaac was coming to her rescue. She ducked down the empty hall beside her, seeing Isaac and Jackson run down the hall, claws out and fully shifted. But seconds later they were both thrown back down the hallway they had come from. She swallowed hard, knowing that this wasn't going to turn out good.

       The beast rounded the corner and she threw one of her daggers. It was an old one, the first one her father had ever given her. And it was French made. The beast glared down at it from where it stuck out of his chest. He looked back up at her, roared, then he was gone.