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Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

"Stiles, you're not looking so good, maybe you ought to lie down," Stiles and I had found Mrs. Martin amongst the plastic tents being put up in a classroom.

"It's okay," Stiles answered quickly. "Have you seen Mr. Yukimura?"

"Yeah, he's fine, he's helping the other students," Mrs. Martin explained.

"Okay," Stiles had paused as he turned around, I almost bumped into Stiles as he had paused momentarily to look at Coach in the plastic tents. "Is Coach the only adult who got sick today?"

"As far as I know," Mrs. Martin answered.

"Why is he..." Stiles had mumbled, I noticed the visible sweat that shines off him. He didn't look so well.

"Stiles?" Mrs. Martin questioned, concerned. "I think you should lie down."

"Yeah, no, it's okay," he assured her. "We'll be back, right back." He motioned for me to move and I sighed as we moved out of the classrooms. "We're going to Coach's office,"

As soon as we got to Coach's office in the lockerroom, Stiles started to rummage around his things, pretty much trashing the place. Stiles lets out a frustrated sigh and sat in Coach's chair, he's not telling me what he's thinking, and for Stiles that is a very dangerous place.

I watched as Stiles brings out test results, all saying APPROVED on them with the iconic red ink, but as he searched through, the red ink suddenly turns into a deep dark bold black. His eyes wander over to the glass mug and he picks it up.

"It's him," Stiles whispered.

"It's who?" I asked, crossing my arms as I stand in the hallway.

"I was wondering how that idiot got sick," I jumped due to fear, I knew that voice. Mr. Rhee. I figured it out all at once, too. With the thumbprint, we used to sign in, he had somehow manipulated it to get us sick. "I'm also wondering where your friends are. Since in order to get paid by the benefactor, I need to have proof they're dead."

"Visual confirmation," Stiles was standing up.

"Exactly," I felt the hard cold gun pressed against my back and I closed my eyes, wincing. I knew Stiles knew what was happening, the gun pointed behind my back. I felt myself being pushed out of the room, going into the locker room instead. "Still a bit feverish, Ms. Hale? But you should know something, the virus doesn't kill humans, Stiles will get better. So, don't you think you should tell me where they are? Shouldn't one of you get to live?"

"I'm worth 35 million dollars," I spat out. "Why don't you just kill me instead? I'm the highest on the list, then you'd be the most feared assassin. No one will cross your path."

"I think I saw them in the library," Stiles' voice was heard behind us, Mr. Rhee had made us turn around so we can see Stiles whilst he had the gun behind my back. "Or it might've been the cafeteria. It was definitely one of those two."

It was times like these I really wished I had one of my weapons on with me. I made a stupid promise to myself I wouldn't carry any weapons during school hours. Technically, it's not school hours, its the weekend, but I figured we'd have a normal day for once. But it turns out, I was wrong, and because of that stupid mistake, I could be dead.

"I'm going to count to three," Mr. Rhee speaks. I don't know why he's giving me a chance - he could have killed me already. "And then I'm going to kill her." Oh, he's using me.

"Think you can scare me?" Stiles was stepping closer to us, his voice dropping dangerously low.

"No, I think I can kill her." Mr. Rhee showed no emotion in his voice what so ever. His arm snaked around my neck. "I just thought the countdown would make it more exciting. So..." I felt the gun pressed behind on my neck, making me extremely uncomfortable. "One... Two..."