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Since I was late, I'll publish a second chapter

NIGHT SCHOOL!

Question of the Chapter: How would you have fared if you were in this situation?

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As the boys went to find something to break the window, something caught my eye. Stiles' Jeep. Something looked off about it.
"Hey, Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

Immediately, the boy was by my side. At the smallest mention of his baby, he dropped everything.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

I took a moment to re-examine the Jeep, just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. "Um, it looks kinda bent."

"Like, dented?" He stepped closer, standing behind me to look over my shoulder.

"No, Stiles, I mean bent. You know ..." I imitated bending something with hand gestures.

Stiles looked back at his jeep, "What the hell -"

But before he could finish, something came flying into the room, smashing one of the windows in the process.

As glass rained down from the shattered window, we all dropped to the floor, Stiles shielding me with his body.
I glimpsed up at him, thanking him quietly for protecting me.

He swallowed, nodding his head shakily, as he collapsed beside me against the brick wall of the classroom.
The boy shined his flashlight at the object, revealing it to be the battery from his most prized possession.

The boys talked between themselves, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart thrumming in my chest, pushing against my ribcage. The Alpha wasn't playing around, and that terrified me. I didn't want to see Stiles or Scott die. And I certainly didn't want to die either.

"Come on, we're going," Stiles instructed grabbing a hold of my hand.
"We need somewhere with less windows."

"The locker room," Scott blurted out.

We speed-walked down the halls, turning where necessary to reach our destination. Once inside, we made sure the coast was clear, looking in every corner to be sure nothing was waiting to tear us open.

"Call your dad," Scott suggested to Stiles.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" The worry in his voice was almost visible. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

I placed a hand on Scott's shoulder, "That's not fair to ask of him, Scott. If the roles were reversed, you sure as hell wouldn't want your mom anywhere near this place. It's too much to ask of him, I mean, you saw what it took to only slow Derek down. Imagine an Alpha."

"Then we . . . We have to . . . We have to find a way out or just run for it," Scott sighed.

Stiles disagreed, "There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

"What about Derek's car?"

"That could work," he said, sounding almost impressed. "We go outside, we get the keys off of his body, and then we take his car."

"And him."

"Fine. Whatever."

We made our way towards the door of the locker room, ready to put our plan into action. I reached for the door handle, when Scott grabbed my wrist. "What are you doing?"

"I think I hear something."

My eyes went wide, and my chest began to ache, "Like what?" I gulped.

Scott told me to be quiet, as he tried to focus. We reversed back into the room, shutting off the flashlight, and finding a locker to hide in.
The boys found unlocked lockers almost immediately, leaving me shaking handles, panicking as they didn't open.

All of a sudden, something pulled on my arm. I almost screamed, but a hand was already firmly covering my mouth.
I bit down on my captor's palm, turning to see Stiles with his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Ow."

"Sorry," I whispered, biting my lip.

"I can't believe you just bit me."
He grabbed my arm once more, and pulled me into the locker he had found. We were pressed up against each other, with little to no room. But, we could breath, and that was all that was really important at that moment in time.

The air around me was soothing, calming me, crawling along my skin, and blowing lightly at me through the gaps in the locker door. I had expected to be uncomfortable and claustrophobic, but actually, I was fine.

When we heard the door open, a soft whimper escaped me, and Stiles instinctively wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Not that we could've gotten any closer.

Hearing someone shout, that didn't sound like Scott, I slipped out of Stiles's grasp and pushed open the door to our hideout. The janitor doubled over when the three of us appeared unexpectedly, trying to catch his breath. "What are you trying to do? Kill me? All of you, get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles attempted to save the man from being stuck with the Alpha fell flat, as we were literally pushed out the door.

I felt my chest constricting in worry, "Please, just give us a chance to explain."

"No. Now shut up and go."
As the janitor moved to shut the door, he was pulled into the locker room, said door slamming shut behind him.

This was followed by screaming as the Alpha threw the janitor against the back of the door, his blood splattering across the window.
A gasp escaped me, turning away so that I didn't have to see it anymore.

Stiles grabbed my arm again, pulling me behind him as his other hand pushed Scott forward.
We sprinted to the doors on the other side of the school, getting as far away from the Alpha as possible.

As our breathing got heavy, we all slammed into the door trying to get it to open. We tried multiple times, but to no avail. Something was in the way, keeping us locked in.
"What the hell?"

Scott pushed his head between the two doors, looking outside. "It's a dumpster."

"He pushed it in front of the door. To block us in." I dropped my hands from the door, realization setting in. The Alpha was cutting off all our exits. But why not just kill us? Why play?

While Scott and I stood off to the side, Stiles scowled at us, "Come on, help me."

Scott pulled his friend away from the door, "Stiles, stop!"

We began walking through the school once more, hoping to come across a new exit path. I could feel the panic travelling through my veins. I felt as if my lungs were being squeezed, my ribs tightening around them.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school," Stiles claimed as we continued.

"We're not going to die."

I didn't completely agree with Scott, considering how things were panning out, but I decided it was best to keep that particular opinion to myself.
"What do you guys think he's doing? What does he want from us?"

"Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

Stiles threw his hands up, "Great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's . . . That's beautiful."

I scoped the area around us, an instinct pulling my vision towards the windows. I mentally swore at that certain instinct, as my eyes set on a shape sitting on the roof of the building opposite us. "Guys, I think we need to go. Now."

They gave me a questioning look, and I slowly raised my hand, pointing a shaking finger at the supernatural creature.
Before the two even turned to look at the Alpha, I was on the move. They followed close behind me, running as fast as they could. We took multiple turns, before reaching the bottom floor of the school, where all the old rooms were left to grow dusty.

We spun around a corner, flattening our backs against the rusted lockers. I could hear the Alpha's soft growls, which left no doubt in my mind that it could hear us. Scott gestured for us to move, so we ran further down the hallway, stopping at an open door. "We have to do something," I breathed out, leaning over to catch my breath.

"Like what?" Scott exclaimed. I shrugged, unsure of what to do. Scott and I both looked to Stiles.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it ... Something." He made strange hand gestures, stopping when we heard glass shatter in the near vicinity.
I started to think, trying to figure out what we could do. Then it hit me. Use the opponent's strength against them.
I stepped in front of Stiles, patting his pockets.

His arms flew up, shocked by the sudden violation of his personal space, "What are you doing?"

"Shhhh! It'll hear you!" I finally felt his keys, slipping my hand into his pocket and pulling them out. "Get ready to shut that door."
I glanced to the open room to our right, before throwing the keys right into the corner. They made a jangling sound as they flew through the air, and then they thwacked against the cements walls, dropping to the ground.

The Alpha was growling, and was there in two seconds flat, bounding into the room. Stiles slammed the door shut, leaning against it and telling me and Scott to get the desk and push it in front of the door. We spun the desk around so that it was jammed between the door and a metal cabinet across from it, stopping the door from flying open when the Alpha charged at it.

"He can't ... " Scott started to say, before a grin spread across his face. We all smiled at each other. We caught the Alpha. "We trapped it."

"Yeah, kinda like one of those rabbit traps. Though I guess it would have to be a really big rabbit. I mean-" I stopped when the boys were looking at me with extremely confused expressions. "Never mind."

"All right," Stiles nodded. "Come on, get across. Come on!"
Scott did as he was told, climbing across the desk and landing next to me and Stiles.

For some stupid reason, Stiles climbed up onto the desk and looked through the window. I grabbed hold of his bicep, pulling him back down, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I just wanna get a look at it," he stated, raising his free arm defensively.

Scott's brows raised quickly, "Are you crazy?" he exclaimed.

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." He climbed back onto the table, raising the flashlight to the small grated window. "Yeah, that's right, we got you ..."

"Stiles, don't," I said, worrying that he would just be aggravating the beast.

"I'm not scared of this thing."
A large clawed hand suddenly slammed against the window, causing us all to jump, and for Stiles to fall onto his back before rolling off of the table, standing once more. "I'm not scared of you. Right, 'cause your're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any..."

But before he could finish his sentence, a loud crashing sound erupted from the other side of the door. We all looked at each other, and I could feel my heart sinking. That could not be good.
Our eyes travelled upwards, seeing the panels of the roof starting to cave in under the weight of the Alpha.

The three of us started shoving one another away from the door, before we were all on the run again.
"Where are we going now?" I asked between breaths.

Stiles looked back at me, "Anywhere but there!"

Running for a good five minutes, we ended up further lost in the maze that was the base level of our school. Just as we were about to turn a corner, Scott put out an arm, stopping us in our tracks. "Wait. Do you hear that?" Stiles and I listened for a moment, before asking him what he was talking about. "It sounds like a phone ringing." We strained our ears once more, but heard nothing.

"Scott, try to remember that you have enhanced hearing, so it's more than likely that we have absolutely no idea what the hell you are talking about," I stated, frustrated with everything.

"I know that ring," Scott declared. I sighed lowly; I knew exactly what direction that conversation was headed in. "It's Allison's phone."
I was not at all shocked, to say the least.
"Riley, call her. Please."

I pulled my phone out quickly, searching my contacts for Allison; which wasn't too hard, considering 'A' is first in the alphabet. I dialled the number, and pressed the phone to my ear. Each dial tone sped up my heart beat, as I began to worry for the safety of my new found friend. She was my first real friend after Stiles, Scott and Isaac, so I didn't exactly want to lose her to a giant dog.

Scott put his hand out for the phone, and I passed it over without hesitation. When she finally picked up, Scott told his girlfriend to meet him in the lobby, so we all bee lined for said location.

When we burst through the doors leading to the lobby, after running through the halls of the school again, Allison was already there waiting.
"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott questioned her.

"Because you asked me to," She replied, confusion clear on her face.
There was definitely some miscommunication going on here.

Scott's eyebrows knitted together, "I asked you to?" In response, Allison held up her phone to us, which read
'Meet me at the school. URGENT     
- Scott'.

Who were we up against?

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison inquired.

"Because I didn't. Did you drive here?"

"Jackson did."

I ran a hand through my hair roughly. This just kept getting better. "Jackson's here, too? And let me guess; where there's Jackson, there's Lydia."

Allison nodded solemnly. "What's going on? Who sent this text?" Her phone started ringing again, and Lydia was on the other end of the line. She and Jackson entered through the door opposite to which us three had, joining our little circle of confusion.

The strawberry blonde sighed in relief. "Finally. Can we go now?"
As we all prepared to leave. Something stopped us dead in our tracks. The noise that Scott, Stiles, and I had heard less than ten minutes ago was present once more, coming from above us all.

"Run!" Scott shouted. He led us all up the stairs and down the hall, until we reached the cafeteria, where we slammed the doors shut.

Stiles and I stepped into the middle of the room. I couldn't help but feel surprised that I wasn't at all worn out from all the running we did. I stood in the center of the room, turning in small circles, drowning out the noise of the other teenagers. I looked to Stiles, who seemed to be thinking the same thing that I was.

"Scott, wait, not here," the boy with the buzzcut tried to inform his friend. To no one's surprise he didn't listen. He never did when he was stressed. "Guys ... Can we just wait a second?"

But they don't. Scott, Lydia, Allison and Jackson continued to push mounds of furniture in front of the cafeteria doors in attempts to keep the Alpha out.

Stiles continued to get their attentions, but to no avail. Clearing my throat, I took a step forward. "Hey!" I nearly screamed. "Listen for a freaking second, why don't you?"

Stiles nodded in gratitude, stepping up next to me to address our friends. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone." Jackson looked like he wanted to punch the boy in the face. "Now, what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?" He let his arms swing out, gesturing to the windows, his face mocking shock as he looked at them, as if he had not noticed them previously.

Allison ignored that issue, and jumped back onto the one that she had been trying to figure out since she walked in. "Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here," she turned directly to Scott, grasping his arm, obviously expecting him to answer. "And I would like to know why. Scott?"

He slipped out of her grasp, walking over to me and Stiles. When he didn't speak up, I decided to start him off. "Somebody killed the janitor." They all gave me a questioning look. "Yeah, the janitor's dead."

Allison laughed awkwardly. "What is she talking about? Is this a joke?"

"What, who killed him?" Jackson added on.

Lydia stood beside her boyfriend, shaking her head in disdain. "No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed ...."

Now it was my turn to laugh, but I did so more mockingly than anything else. "Seriously, Lydia? How aren't you getting it? There was no mountain lion!"

"Who was it?" Allison gasped. "What does he want? What's happening? Scott!"

The boy finally turned back to his friends, his eyes wide with shock. "I don't know," he stuttered out. "I just ... If we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us?" Lydia repeated. "He's gonna kill us?"

Allison turned to me and Stiles this time, hoping to get better answers. "Who? Who is it?"
We both were unsure of what to say, so we remained silent.

Scott twisted to look at them all again, "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." I held back a scoff at his willingness to throw the man under the bus.

Jackson squinted in disbelief, "Derek killed the janitor?"

"Are you sure?" Allison asked, terror filling her eyes.

"I saw him," Scott stated.
He just kept on digging this hole deeper.
Lydia tried to bring up the mountain lion again, but Scott immediately shut her down. "No, Derek killed them. All of them. Starting with his own sister."
If Derek was alive, he was going to kill that little beta.
"It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us, too."

Damnit, Scott!

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"Call the cops," Jackson demanded as he looked at Stiles.

He shook his head, firmly replying, "No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish? No," he put on a ridiculous Spanish accent, antagonizing Jackson even further. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

I guess we were going along with that ridiculous lie and pretending that it wasn't some bloodthirsty, psychotic wolf waiting out there for us.

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him."
Lydia pulled her own phone out, dialing the sheriff's station before Stiles had the chance to reply. He made an effort to stop her, but was held back by Jackson.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to ... but ..." She dropped her hand, looking at the phone in disbelief. "She hung up on me."
Allison repeated what Lydia had said.
"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I call again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

My skin crawled. Whoever this Alpha was, they weren't messing around. They've thought of all the obstacles, and had incinerated each and every one.
"Okay, then call again," Allison suggested.

"No, they won't trace a cell," Stiles sighed. "They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."

Allison began to have another meltdown. I understood that we were in a life or death situation, but she was kind of starting to get on my nerves. Not because she was scared, but because she wasn't making an effort to do otherwise.
"Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

The three newcomers planted their gazes on Scott, causing the boy to react. "Why's everyone looking at me?"

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked.

"No. I mean I don't know."
I groaned at his response; such a nice recovery.

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison added.

Scott let out a noise of frustration, "I don't know!"

Stiles finally intercepted, "All right, why don't we just ease back off the throttle here, yeah?" He slid Scott over to the side, myself in tow.
"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something."

"No, you didn't. And you definitely didn't have to blame Derek," I pointed out. "He's going to kill you if he's still alive. He will legitimately kill you."

"Well, if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not." He took a deep breath. "I totally just bit her head off."

"Well, she'll get over it. It was either you figuratively doing it, or a large monster with massive teeth actually ripping her head off. Now, how about we deal with the important things, like, oh I don't know? Getting out alive?"

Scott rolled his eyes, before a certain realization caught his attention. "But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something."

"So what," Stiles raised his hands, "He wants to eat us all at the same time?"

"No! Derek said it wants revenge."

"Against who?"

"Allison's family?"

"Maybe that's what the text was about."

When Scott looked at him in disbelief, I shrugged. "He has a point. Someone had to have sent that text, Scottie."

"Okay, assheads," Jackson called. "New plan." Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

Stiles shook his head, but then Scott had the nerve to agree with Jackson. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him." Stiles looked at his friend in utter shock and disbelief, the feeling of betrayal clear on his face.

First he throws Derek, and now Stiles' dad. Who's next? He really needed to pull himself together and take control of this, or we were all going to end up dead.