The Bite - Stiles Stilinski

Run Faster Than Usain Bolt.

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott exclaimed.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled, clutching the handle on the school doors.

"Grab something!" Scott yelled back, holding the door shut, trying to stop the alpha from coming in.

"Like what?" Stiles raised his voice.

"Anything!" My cousin basically screeched.

"Would you stop screaming in my ear!" I exploded. It was then that Stiles perked up and glanced through the window, I peeked through to see what he was looking at and Scott copied my actions.

"No." Scott protested. I didn't know what he was talking about until I spotted the pliers that was left abandoned on the ground, the only problem was that the raging alpha was still here and could hurt Stiles.

"Yes." Stiles replied before opening the door and slipping out.

"Stiles stop! Get back in!" I yelled behind the door. I brought my hand up to my mouth to stop myself from letting out a sob. I didn't want to cry, not right now.

The Stilinski crouched down and grabbed the tool but in front of him, the alpha crawled out from behind his jeep. My hand dropped and I ran outside despite Scott's attempt to stop me, I clutched the back of Stiles' jacket and pulled him into the school. He put the pliers into position on the doors, acting like a lock.

"Where is it?" I asked, my hands shaking from the previous events. Using the flashlight, Stiles looked through the little window, not detecting any movement.

Stepping away from the entrance, I tied my hair up in case we had to run. I didn't want to know for sure but I was prepared.

"That won't hold will it?" Scott whispered.

"Probably not." Stiles and I replied quietly. The two boys beside me sighed heavily and looked in front of them to see the dark and empty hallway that seemed to stretch on for miles. A howl was heard in the distance and the duo dashed towards the nearest classroom, leaving me behind. I blinked in surprise, not having comprehended that they left me behind. I walked quicker than normal into the classroom where Scott and Stiles were clambering to push the desk towards the door, nearly hitting me in the process.

It made a loud screeching noise and I interrupted. "Stop, the door's not gonna keep this pain in the ass out."

"I know." Scott nodded.

"It's your boss." Stiles quickly said.

"What?" Scott and I questioned.

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles pointed.

"No." The other McCall shook his head, refusing to believe that his boss was a raging werewolf that was trying to kill us.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." Stiles whispered harshly.

"That can't be." Scott denied, sounding like he came straight from the 19th century.

"Oh, come on. He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"I don't blame him, guy needed to cheer up a bit." I mumbled to myself.

"It's not him." Scott insisted. Honestly, I had no idea who I thought it was but I just wanted them to lay off with the killing and take a few therapy sessions.

"He killed Derek." Stiles dead panned.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott told himself.