The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Sixteen ꕥ

"Stiles I need to go." I whisper, grabbing his arm.

"What?" He whispers back, glancing down at me with worried eyes.

"Jackson is in trouble."

Stiles rolls his eyes, obviously not happy that Jackson was the name I said, "I think I need to take her to the hospital." Stiles says, "She seems pretty hurt."

"She's fine!" Melissa cries but Stiles ignores her. Instead he grabs my hand and pulls me back towards the jeep.

"Gotta go! Sorry Ms. McCall!" Stiles yells as he climbs into the car. I follow after him my eyes wide. I glance into the back of the car, only to see Scott had already left.

"Take me to Derek's." I say, a bad feeling growing in my stomach.

"Why?" Stiles asks, speeding the jeep in the direction of the forest.

I feel my eyes change, "Because that's where danger is."

Beside me I feel Stiles fall silent. He drives quickly, and very much over the speed limit. His fingers begin tapping on the steering wheel as we get closer to Dereks house.

"Let me out here." I say, my heart pounding in my chest.

"W-what?"

"Stop the car!" Stiles jumps and slams on the breaks, "Thank you." I mumble, franticly trying to get out of the car.

"Hetha!" Stiles calls once my feet hit the ground. I turn towards him, adrenaline coursing through my veins, "Be careful."

I nod slowly before turning around to sprint into the woods. Trees wiz by me as I jump over fallen twigs and files of leaves. I grow closer to Dereks house and I feel fear seize me as the feeling in my stomach grows worse. This was the first time I was purposely putting myself close to danger, and I didn't like it.

"Scott?" His name slips out of my mouth before I could stop it. He stood in the shadows, his eyes glowing through the darkness.

"Hetha?" He whispers, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Same as you." I shrug, joining him in the dark corner on the house.

"No one cares that you have perfect hair," I hear Peter hiss, "and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team!" 

"Excuse me." Scott snarls, jumping into the room containing Jackson, Derek and Peter, "Co-captain."

Scott bares his fangs at the two older werewolves. And I watch as they turn their attention towards him, eyes blazing.

"Move!" I yell as Jackson continues standing in the room, not bothering to leave.

He turns towards me with wide eyes, "No."

"Fine." Peter snarled at Scott who slashes his claws at him, "I'll kill you, too."

Both of the werewolves stop when a whistling sound fills the air. "Run." I command Jackson who nods and takes off into the woods.

"Cover your eyes!" Derek yells as the sound of glass shattering fills the air. I watch as an arrow lodges itself in the wooden wall. An odd smoke pours out of it and I feel my eyes begin to water, "What is that?" I cry, shutting my stinging eyes.

"Scott?" I question, blindly feeling for him.

"Go!"Someone yells and the sound of guns firing begins.

I scream and cover my ears, not wanting to get hit by anything. Someone grabs my arm and yanks me up, forcing me to run. As soon as my feet hit the soft ground I open my eyes and see a horde of SUV's outside the Hale house. The person above me pulls me behind a tree and I look up to see Scott. He cringes and gulps loudly in my ear, "Allison." I follow his gaze towards the black cars, standing next to Kate Argent is the brunette I've come to know well. Her innocent face is twisted in rage as she stares at the destroyed house.