Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Amplification Part 1

I braced myself against the dash of the jeep, the sounds of the five police cars in front of us flying through the air. Scott was in the backseat, leaning between us two as he watched the road. The poor jeep was struggling to keep up with the police cars, Stiles continuing to stomp on the gas. In front of the police cars was some kind of dangerous thing running amuck. Well, that's what they'd tell you.

What we would tell you is that the dangerous thing is none other than the Beast. I couldn't really tell what it looked like considering it was so fast it kind of just looked like a pitch-black blob zooming down the street.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large...something," Clark said through the police radio.

"Stiles, are we allowed to be following a cop chase? Is this even legal?" I asked over the sounds crowding the air, still trying to keep myself still in the jostling jeep. Stiles glanced at me, but didn't answer, and that gave me all the information I needed. "Terrific."

"Unit Nine to Dispatch," a man replied. "I think I've got eyes on the same thing. Some kind of rabid animal." I looked back at Scott, whose wide eyes found mine. We couldn't let these officers get to the Beast. It would mean bad news for everyone, and not just because it might kill them all.

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

Immediately after Clark spoke, Strauss called in. "Unit Six to Dispatch, we have a situation downtown. Multiple fatalities." Dispatch replied, sending medics. I wasn't sure what caused the 'situation' considering we were right on the Beast's ass. But when Strauss said it looked like a huge animal caused the accident, I was inclined to think maybe the Beast had just come from that.

I looked at Stiles, and he nodded as if reading my mind, which was saying, 'Do something!' Stiles shifted into a different gear so the jeep would lurch forward to follow the cops closer. He picked up the walkie on his police radio, and said, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage." I bit back the smile threatening to form. I'd forgotten how sexy Stiles was when he was acting all police-like.

Almost immediately, Sheriff's stern voice yelled, "Stiles, get off the radio!" Stiles frowned, slamming the walkie back down as he rolled his eyes. "All unit alert. Wait for back-up. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

Clark reported another sighting of the Beast's location while I reached over and squeezed Stiles' leg comfortingly. He hated when he got shot down by his dad, especially when it involved police work, so I knew he was slightly frustrated. His expression dropped when he listened to the replies Clark got on the radio.

"Wait a second. Beachwood to Mitchell?" Stiles repeated.

"It's headed right for the hospital," Scott breathed worriedly.

Through the radio, Stiles said, "Dad!"

"Stiles, get off this channel," Sheriff demanded.

I sighed unhappily and grabbed the radio from Stiles' hand. "Sheriff, it's Y/N. Listen to me. He's headed for the hospital. Okay? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." I put the radio back and looked at Stiles. "If you know a short cut, now would be the time to take it."

Stiles pursed his lips seriously and shifted gears again. He turned off the next road and stomped on the gas, sending us flying down the road towards Beacon Hills Hospital.

When the three of us pushed through the doors, the hospital was deserted and dark. All the patients had most likely been moved to a safer hospital, and I was willing to bet that every nurse and doctor besides Melissa had fled, too.