Gallows ✢ Stilinski | 3

TWENTY

TWENTY 

"Stacey, what are you doing? I liked that song." Lydia whines as we drive our way to meet the pack at a garage so we can go save Scott and Kira. 

"I like this song more." I told her and smiled at her. Since no one decided to go with Lydia, I made up my mind and went with her. Stiles wasn't happy about it, but I begged him to let me go with Lydia. That way we can have girl time, one on one. 

"You drive me insane!" Lydia groaned. We were going to go to the school and grab Kira's jacket that she left in his locker, that was our mission. I then changed the song again and Lydia groaned. "Stace," Lydia mumbled, shaking her head as she turned around the car. She then smiled softly. "Do you think Allison's proud of us right now?" 

"Beyond proud," was my answer. My smile dropped and so did my heart. "I miss her, Lydia. I miss her a lot." 

"I miss her a lot too, Stace." Lydia sighed, and she started to drive towards the school. "We should at least thank her, she brought us together." I cracked a smile. "I'm glad I have a true friend. Allison was a true friend, too," 

"Any gossip lately?" I asked with a small laugh at the end, resting my head on the window, watching cars drive by. "Have you heard of Jackson? How's he doing?" 

"I think he's doing fine; as I've said before I haven't spoken to him since he moved to London," Lydia grumbles. I get that. She misses her ex-boyfriend.  

"I thought his dad moved him to London," she glares at me, as we have already been through this conversation. "Okay, sorry, sheesh, didn't mean to bring up a sore topic." She sighed and we finally pulled into the school parking lot. 

We hurried out of the car and we were soon down the hallway, walking quickly towards Scott's locker. We've got to make this quick. We were getting his jacket so that Malia could get a good scent on Scott. 

I unlock my brother's locker. I know Scott's, Lydia's, Kira's, and Stiles' locker code. Don't judge me. I take the black familiar jacket out of her locker and I pulled it towards me, and I take a long sniff of the jacket.

"I hope this works," Lydia said from aside. I looked at her and nodded. That's when I hear a low growl, making my heart drop. I then gasp and duck as I sensed something coming towards me. A Berserker was here. 

✢ 

"Mason!" I whisper ever so softly, as I looked at Lydia worried. She looked at me, and I tapped lightly on Mason's face. We were in the basement, where the Berserker had thrown us. I had no idea why Mason was here. 

Mason wakes up, startled. "Are you okay?" Lydia quickly asked, frowning.  

"My head... oh," Mason moaned softly. 

"Yeah, that's probably gonna hurt a lot." I commented. 

"There was this guy," Mason started to explain, sitting up a bit more as we were sitting on the floor. "Huge, really huge. He had a... a skull on his face." 

"Yeah, we know, we saw it too." Lydia informed him, making him nod. 

"My phone's gone," Mason felt around his pockets, which claimed to be empty. 

"Yeah, I think that's the point," I roll my eyes slightly at Mason's stupidity. 

"Okay, well, wait, what is he gonna do to us?" Mason questions. 

"Oh, just let me ask him," I asked sarcastically, making Mason realize that I don't know. I then looked out to the hallway of the basement room. "Hey, you, with the skull-" 

"We get it, Stacey," Lydia pulls me back down to her level, cupping a hand over my mouth. "We don't know. But it definitely doesn't want us to leave," 

"Lydia, why do you keep saying it?" Mason asked. That's when we heard ever so softly, a low growl making my heart race. Mason gasped and we all stand up. "What is that thing?" Mason pressed his back against the wall and I stepped out a little more to the hallway. 

There was nothing there but you can definitely still hear the low growls. "Not human," 

After a while, Mason, Lydia, and I had our backs pressed agaisnt the wall. It was silent. I've been pondering on what to do. "I don't hear it," Lydia whispers, breaking my deep thoughts. "Come on," 

"No, no," Mason grabs Lydia's arm. "There's only one way out on this side of the basement." 

"We know," I whisper back. "But if we don't get out of here; someone's going to die." 

"How do you know that?" Mason whispers, Lydia and I looked at each other. 

"We just do," Lydia murmured. "We have to at least see if he's blocking the exit."