Running With The Wolves (A Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23 - Lock Down

Cole and Stiles stepped out of the car and Cole went to get his bag out of the trunk but Stiles beat him to it.

"Stiles it's ok. I can carry my bag," Cole said.

"What kind of friend would I be if I let you hold your own bag?" Stiles asked.

"A normal one," Cole replied and pulled the bag away from Stiles and slung it over his good shoulder. When he walked into the doors of the school everyone turned around and was staring at him. It was like his first day all over again. "Great," Cole mumbled to Stiles. Stiles patted Cole's back and pushed him forward.

"Just ignore them," Stiles said and the boys walked to their lockers.

"I'll meet you in class," Cole said as he walked passed Stiles and went to his own locker. He started to open it when Lydia rushed over to him.

"Need some help?" She asked and twisted the lock in the right combination. Her locker is right beside his so she knew it from looking over.

"Thanks," he laughed and went to reach for his books. He twisted a certain way and it hurt his shoulder. He bit his tongue to hold in the yelp but Lydia saw the look on his face.

"I'll grab your books," she said and reached to the top of his locker and handed him his books.

"Thanks for the help Lydia," he smiled.

"No problem," she smiled back and they walked to class together. When Coach saw Cole walk into the classroom he rushed to the door.

"You just relax today, okay?" Coach said and took his books from his hands and brought them to his desk for him.

"Thanks coach," Cole said and sat down. Ethan walked in shortly after and Cole felt himself instantly smile. Ethan sat down and kissed Cole on the cheek.

"how are you?" Ethan asked.

"I'm feeling a bit better," he winked and Ethan's cheeks went red. He knew Cole was referring to the previous night.

"Okay class, pull out your notebooks," Coach said and placed an overhead on the board. Cole tried to write with his right hand but he couldn't. He is dominant with his left hand. Ethan looked at him and laughed.

"I'll give you a copy of mine," he said.

"Thanks," Cole replied and listened to coach talk as he looked out the window. He saw a man dressed in all black with a large suitcase. He was standing looking inside the classroom. He used binoculars to get a closer look inside the classroom. He watched the man from his seat in the classroom on the second floor as he put down his suit case and unzipped it. He pulled out a huge shotgun and pointed it upward towards the window. Cole looked behind him to see where he was pointing and Scott was sitting right beside the window. "Scott get down!" Cole shouted and pointed outside the window. Scott quickly did as told without looking out the window and the glass beside him shattered seconds after he dropped to the floor. The bullet went upward because of the angle it was shot from and lodged itself into the ceiling.

"Holy crap!" Coach shouted and called the office. Instantly they heard the lockdown sirens and everyone hid in the corner of the classroom. "Good eye Spinner," Coach said as he guided everyone in their assigned spots.

"Scott, are you okay?" Cole asked.

"Yeah," Scott said quickly with his eyes bulging out of his head.

"McCall, are you hurt?" Coach asked.

"No," Scott answered in the same way.

"We need to do something about this," Cole said.

"And soon," Lydia said chiming in. Cole looked over at her and they made eye contact.

"Oh no," Stiles whispered. Cole started to get that same pain in his head and he grabbed his temples. The images zoomed in on Lydia and she was screaming. The scream was ear piercingly loud. Stiles then grabbed her shoulder and she turned around. Scott came running behind her followed by Cole and Derek. Something seemed different about Cole, he had a different feel about himself. It looked like they were in Derek's loft. She turned back around and Cole got a good look at what he was screaming at. It was Peter, but he wasn't dead. Not even close, he was stronger then ever. Cole came back to reality and Stiles was holding Cole's ears.

"Why are you doing that?" Cole asked.

"Your ears are bleeding," Stiles whispered. "What did you see?" Cole took his sleeve and wiped his ears and rolled up the sleeve to hide the blood. Cole explained what he saw quietly.

"I felt something different though, something different about me," Cole said.

"Like what?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know, just different," Cole said.

"Good or bad?" Isaac asked.

"Isaac, I just said I don't know," Cole said and looked at him and made eye contact with him. Cole felt the pain rush through his head again and he saw Isaac tied to a chair. Beside him was Cole and Ethan. A man was holding a gun to Ethan's temple and another man was holding Aiden's hands behind his back in front of Cole.

"Where's Scott McCall?" a familiar voice asked, it was the voice that was holding Aiden.

"I-I don't know," Isaac panicked.

"Such a shame," The voice said. You know the consequence Isaac.

"Don't tell him Isaac!" Cole shouted. Then the vision faded away. Cole played it off as if he didn't see anything.

The lock down was over and the students were sent home. As Isaac was leaving the classroom he pulled him aside and the two boys walked to the bathroom. "We need to talk," Cole said.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked.

"I saw something when I looked at you," he said and pushed the bathroom doors open. He looked under all the stalls to see if anyone was there.

"No one is in here, it's completely silent," Isaac said. "Tell me what you need to tell me." Cole then explained what he saw. "We need to tell Scott," Isaac replied.

"That's exactly what we can't do, we can't tell anyone," Cole said.

"Then why did you tell me," Isaac asked.

"Because if your the one who is going to know where Scott is. You're the one who needs to keep their mouth shut and not say where he is," Cole whispered. "Whatever you do, keep Scott safe. No matter what they do to me."