Broken Intentions // Teen Wolf

Chapter 15

Sorry this took so long, the chapter is long and it got deleted and I had to start all over which made me absolutely pissed and I didn't want to do it for like three days. But I pushed through and here it is. I won't be updating until sometime after next week because I have finals soon, so I thought I'd leave you with a long chapter and a huge plot twist. 

I'm excited for you guys to read it:)

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Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. Everyone running out of the classroom when we heard the loud slam of the school doors. The large yellow suits were everywhere in the hallway, it looked really serious, which had me thinking. 

How serious was this? Whatever it was that was on Coach's back, it looked bad. Was that gonna affect everyone, including the supernatural’s? We normally can't get sick, but I've never seen this kind of infection. I don't know what it can do, or how bad it'll get.

They began setting up huge plastic domes in the cafeteria, pushing all the tables to the side. The domes were big enough for a few people to be inside, breathing pipes coming out of them. They put tarps over the windows, blocking everyone's vision on what was going on inside. I heard sirens outside, meaning the Sheriff's department is here. I closed my eyes, leaning on the wall so I could focus in on the outside voices.

My ears picked up what I was hoping for, the Sheriff's voice. "Can anyone tell me what we're dealing with here?"

An unfamiliar female voice began speaking, "Hopefully a false alarm. The details provided have concerned us and your local health authorities enough to order quarantine. We're going to need your help ensuring that no one gets in or out of the school."

A hand grabbed my arm and I was pulled back into the classroom by Stiles. We moved over to where Kira and Malia were, Stiles and I sitting on a desk next to each other while Kira and Malia stood. Stiles sighed, running a hand down his face. "I bet they're thinking it's smallpox."

"Not likely," we turned the direction the voice came from, looking at the creepy professor that was in charge of the PSAT's. He seemed cocky as he sat with his feet on the desk, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. "Smallpox was eradicated worldwide in 1979. We've only managed to completely eradicate two viruses in history, the other was Rinderpest, it killed cows."

Stiles gave him a sarcastic smile, "So we should be comforted by that, right?"

 "Unless it's something worse." He simply replied.