♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

sweet, sweet horror

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DALLAS GARCIA dashed away from the creature, her taser gripped tightly in her hand. The Alpha easily chased after her. Like a game of cat and mouse, the brunette scurried through twists and turns of the hallways. The thumping of her heartbeat in her ears was the only audible sound.

"I'm not dying here, not at school." she heard Stiles mutter from down the hall. She wasn't sure if the animal was still behind her, but she ran regardless.

She slid into the hallway that was littered with windows from the floor up, letting out a few ragged breaths and leaning against the wall.

"We're not going to die - Dallas?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows at the panting brunette. Stiles's eyes shot up and let out a breath of relief.

"Uh, hey guys," she mumbled out awkwardly, blowing a strand of brown hair out of her face.

"Oh, thank god." Stiles ran a hand over his buzzcut. "Next time, don't run directly towards the predator, Dallie."

She shot him an offended look. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to stop and listen to you two chat first?"

"Guys-"

"Yes, stay where I can protect you!-"

"-I don't need your protection, Stiles!"

"Guys!" He broke the two's disagreement and kept his stare locked out the window. Dallas approached the boys before she and Stiles glanced at what Scott had his eyes trained on.

On the roof of the building outside, the furry humanoid crouched beside a large pillar. It stood watching the three before dashing along the roof and aiming for them. The trio sped in the other direction before the Alpha crashed against the windows, falling into the hallway.

In front of the school, Jackson helped Allison out of his silver Porsche as he took a long glimpse at the school. "What're they doing here, anyway?"

Allison stared down at her phone puzzledly. "All I got was this," she mumbled, showing her phone to Jackson.

'Meet me at the school. URGENT. -Scott.'

"They lock the doors at night, you know?" Lydia spoke through the window at her two friends before Allison disproved her.

"That ones open." she pointed to the open door that had Stiles's cab yellow boltcutters holding it open.

"You don't need me to state the obvious, right?" Jackson quizzed, turning to the girl who shrugged.

"That it looks like they broke into the school?" She tucked a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear and crossed her petite arms. "No, pretty obvious."

Jackson shot a concerned look between her and the school that had a large cloud of terror and misfortune hanging over it. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"Mm, it's okay." she shook her head, her eyebrows knitted. She turned to leave but the Whittmore caught her attention.

"Hey, Allison.." he sighed heavily and averted his eyes before landing them back on her.

She smirked slightly. "You have this look like you're about to say 'Be careful.'" she teased. Lydia noticed the flirtatious teasing from the car and leaned forward, clenching her jaw.

"I am." Jackson handed her the torch as she couldn't wipe the grin from her pale face. "What?" he tried to suppress a smile.

"That concerned look on you, I've never seen it before. " Allison's smile stretched ear-to-ear.

Jackson shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, I am concerned."

"Well, that's a good look on you." She chuckled. A smile tugged at Jackson's lips as she placed the torch up to her face. "Don't worry. I'll be right back."

"Okay," he nodded. Lydia silently raged in her seat and glared holes into the back of Jackson's head.

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Dallas, Scott, and Stiles all pushed their backs against the lockers as the creature surrounded them. The soft growling was meters away as it stalked around for the three. They sneaked their way around the lockers before they came to another open door. Stiles pulled Dallas closer to him, making sure that she was still there and still safe.

"All right, we have to do something," Stiles muttered as Dallas tightened her grip on the taser in her hand.

"Like what?" Scott hissed.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it.. something!"

Dallas heard the keys of Stiles's jeep dangle in his pocket. She noticed how the creature was a predator of noise, striking at the slightest of sounds. Her eyes widened as she gently dug into the Stilinski's pocket who gave her a puzzled look. He opened his mouth to speak but she balanced her finger in front of her lips and shushed him. He looks down at her hands and immediately caught on. She was careful with the keys and made sure they didn't make too much noise before she tossed them aside into the other room, the metal creating a soft clang against the cemented floor. The creature let out a terrifying screech and Stiles pulled the two away. He bolted for the door and slammed it on the creature while Dallas and Scott pushed the wooden desk in front of the door and positioned it against the wall.

Stiles let out a cocky laugh until he jumped at away from the door, the roaring of the creature breaking his confident exterior.

"He can't.." Scott trailed off while Dallas raised a brow at the boy. He?

The brunette pondered the possibility of her sanity decreasing when she heard the thing talk, but maybe she wasn't so crazy as she thought. Maybe it wasn't a thing after all, but somebody. She wasn't sure if that made it better or worse - but she knew for sure that whatever it was, it wanted her dead.

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Lydia and Jackson pushed their way through the wooden doors.

"There's one right here," Lydia muttered as her boyfriend scolded her.

"Are you kidding me? You have to use the bathroom now?" he hissed at her she frowned but kept her confident exterior.

She rolled her green eyes. "Yes, now," she commented. "You have a problem with my basic biological function?"

Jackson glared at her as they bickered. "You know, I'm starting to have a problem with all your functions."

She kept her stare on him for a few seconds before strutting into the bathroom. He shook his head in dismay and shoved his hands in his pockets. Sighing heavily, he examined his surroundings before his eye caught the human-like figure watching from the end of the hall.

"Scott?"

The creature then dropped to all fours, crawling away from sight.

Lydia appeared before him as she noticed his tense demeanour. "Did you find them?" she furrowed her eyebrows as he glanced away from the hall and to her eyes. The strawberry blonde threw her head to the end of the hall - but nothing was there.

Jackson swallowed hard and ran his fingers against the claw-marks on his neck. "Uhm.. no."

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Scott, Stiles, Dallas, and Allison all happened to run into each other in the school lobby. The werewolf deserted the two and approached his girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"

Allison knitted her brows. "Because you asked me to."

The McCall shared a look of confusion with the Stilinski. "I asked you to?"

She held up her phone that read the familiar text.

'Meet me at the school. URGENT. -Scott'

He had a look of uneasiness while Allison continued. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?"

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

"No, Jackson did." she shrugged as Dallas let out a sharp breath of disbelief.

"Jackson's here?"

Allison quirked a brow at Dallas's concern. "And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?"

The door beside them flung open causing the quartet to jump in fright. Lydia and Jackson entered the conversation as the strawberry blonde stood beside Dallas. "What the hell are you doing here?" Jackson mumbled to her.

"You left your cheer gear again, didn't you?" She sighed to her best friend who shrugged innocently. "Okay, can we go now?"

A heavy thud from the ceiling broke their conversation before Scott initiated the first move. "Run!"

They all darted in the same direction and threw themselves up the stairs while the creature fell through the ceiling behind them - broken drywall and dust coating its bloody paws. It chased after the hexad and growled ferociously behind them. Once the group pushed their way into a large classroom - they began to pile up chairs, desks, and other heavy objects in front of the door. Stiles stepped backward as the group continued to struggle to defend themselves.

"Scott, wait, not here," he mumbled, observing the glass windows.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison cried out from beside him, her arms curled around herself like a supportive blanket.

"Guys.. can we just wait a second?" Stiles tried again, but nobody listened. They began to slide more desks in front of the door as he sighed heavily. "You guys, listen to me .. can we wait a second?"

"Guys?" he noticed how his voice had become white noise at this point. "Stiles talking." he felt himself growing agitated. "Can we hang on one second, please?"

"Hello?" she snapped as the whole group turned to him in fright, only then acknowledging him. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?"

Dallas ran her hands over her face frustratingly as Allison cried out again. "Can somebody please explain to me what's going on?" she grabbed Scott by his hands. "Because I'm really freaking out here and I would like to know why."

Scott moved away from the girls and the boy and hunched over a desk, sighing heavily. "Scott?" Allison whined again.

"Somebody killed the janitor," Stiles muttered out for him as two girls sent him a confused look. Dallas tried to control her breathing as she comprehended the last ten or so minutes of her life.

"What?" Jackson questioned before Stiles spoke over him.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead."

Allison chuckled nervously. "What's he talking about? Is this a joke?"

Dallas could feel her sensory overload and clenched her fists as they spoke. "What, who killed him?" Jackson demanded as Lydia stumbled over her sentences next to him.

The Martin panicked. "No, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed-"

The Garcia inhaled sharply as she interrupted her. "It wasn't the mountain lion."

Allison glanced at Scott who still had his back turned to them. "Who was it?" she freaked. "What does he want?"

The werewolf whispered to himself. "What's happening?" he chewed anxiously on his nail as Allison yelped for his attention.

"Scott!"

"I.. I don't know." he stammered. "I just.. If we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us? He's gonna kill us?" Jackson stood protectively over the three girls. "Who is it?" they all glanced at Stiles who stood speechless.

He glimpsed at Scott who mumbled out. "Its Derek. It's Derek Hale."

Stiles shook his head in dismay at the boy - which Dallas caught. "Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson knitted his brows. "Then what about the guy in the video store?"

"Derek did it. Derek killed all of them." Scott falsely accused. Stiles noticed the disbelieving look spread across Dallas's face. She was there - she saw what happened. Unless Derek Hale was a 7ft tall wolf-man with glowing red eyes, she was sure that it couldn't possibly have been him. Even though the creature that was following them could clearly speak - it sounded nothing like Derek. The brunette only had one conversation with the man but she could tell the difference between the voices.

"Call the cops," Jackson demanded Stiles as he shook his head.

"No."

The Whittmore scoffed humorlessly. "What do you mean, 'No'?"

Stiles gritted his teeth. "I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? Noh." he hissed. "Look, Derek's killed three people, right? We don't know what he's armed with."

Allison held her head in her hands. "Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

Scott glanced up and noticed that all eyes were on him. "Why's everyone looking at me?"

"Is he the one who sent her the text?" Dallas quirked a brow as Scott shrugged anxiously.

"No. I mean.. I don't know."

"Is he the one that opened all the doors?" Allison questioned as her boyfriend snapped.

"I don't know!" he snapped. A hurtful expression laced over her expression as she glanced away.

Stiles pushed the boy away from the group and tried to calm him down. "All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" he mumbled. "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done."

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something." he sighed heavily. "And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"

The Stilinski butted in. "Except if he's not."

"Oh, God. I totally just bit her head off." Scott cursed at himself.

"And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here, like, how do we get out alive?" Stiles reminded him.

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already," he whispered so the group could hear him. "Its like its cornering us or something."

Stiles knitted his eyebrows together and thought aloud. "So, what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"

"No! Derek said it wants revenge-"

"Okay, assheads. New plan." Jackson interrupted their conversation. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim." he then turned to the girls. "Are we good with that."

They all shared a useless look, nobody bothering to overrule the boy.

"He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him," he muttered to Stiles who held a betrayed look on his face.

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." he turned to Jackson before shaking his head in dismay.

Jackson tried to grab ahold of Stiles. "All right, give me the phone."

Stiles shot a harsh punch across his jaw, knocking the Whittmore to the floor. Scott pulled the Stilinski away while Allison ran to Jackson's side.

"Jackson!" she whimpered out. "Are you okay?"

Dallas comforted Lydia while Allison sent the two boys a disgusted look. The Stilinski huffed and pulled his phone from his jean pocket and held it to his ear.

"Dad, hey, it's me." he trailed off. "And it's your voicemail." The Whittmore snickered behind his hand as the boy continued. "Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."

The loud banging on the classroom door caught them all off guard, each one backing away from the door in fright. "We're at the school, okay?" he swallowed before hanging up the phone. He pushed Dallas behind him as she pulled Lydia with her. The door clattered harder as Stiles mumbled out.

"The kitchen, the door of the kitchen leads to a stairwell." he breathed.

Scott widened his eyes. "Which only goes up."

"Up is better than here."

The screws fell from the door's framework and clattered to the floor. Moments later, the door flew from its hinges as they all scattered towards the staircase. They clambered their way into a science classroom and bolted the door shut with a metallic stool.

They all panted breathlessly. Dallas ran a hand through her lengthy hazel hair before the hallways all become eerily quiet. Centimeters from the door echoed the throaty snarl of the humanoid. Its shadow crept through the frosted glass and danced across the marbelised floor before it passed.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott queried to the lacrosse player. He leaned forward, careful to not cause any noise with the leather of his jacket.

"Six, if someone squeezes on someone's lap."

Dallas scoffed lowly as she crossed her arms and leaned into the conversation. "Six? I barely fit in the back!"

Stiles shook his head. "It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention."

Scott stood to think momentarily. "What about this?" he led them to the other door. "We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a deadbolt." The Stilinski noted.

The werewolf aimlessly sighed before coming to a revelation. "The janitor has a key."

Stiles squinted his eyes with satire. "You mean his body has it."

"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood."

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly bad idea." he hissed. "What else you got?"

Scott pushed past the boy. "Im getting that key." he approached Allison who bulged her eyes at him.

"Are you serious?" she whispered worriedly.

Dallas inserted herself in the conversation. "Im coming with you," she noted to him as Stiles butted in.

"Wha- no you are not."

"No offense, but if he goes out there alone, I doubt he'll come back." She mumbled to Stiles who gave her a crazed look.

"And you're the best defense?" Jackson scoffed.

Dallas gave him a bitter look. "Better me than you. You got your ass kicked by Stilinski."

"You can't go out there unarmed," Allison advised over the two, which caused him to cause the pointer finger from the chalk-board. It wiggled in his hand as the group gave him an 'are you serious?' look before he placed it back down.

"Well, it's better than nothing!" he mumbled. "There's gotta be something else."

"There is." Dallas nodded her head to a locked cupboard of chemical substances.

Lydia shared a knowing look with the Garcia before speaking up. Stiles's face laced with confusion. "What are we gonna do, throw acid on him?"

Dallas narrowed her eyes at Stiles as Lydia explained. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting.." Stiles murmured as Lydia spoke over him.

"Molotov Cocktail."

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles reminded the girls. Dallas rolled her dark eyes and jolted her elbow against the glass.

They all sent her an astonished look as she met their eyes. "What?"

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Lydia swirled the substances around the beaker as she poured another in. "Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

The boy reached for the ingredient, but paused and grabbed the other instead. Lydia unknowingly splashed it through the drainer and placed the wooden top on the lip. She passed it to Scott McCall.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." she whimpered again as Dallas tied her hair out her face and watched the commotion play out.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." him and Dallas headed for the exit while Stiles was busy listening to Jackson and Lydia's breakdowns.

"Scott, just stop!" she cried out. "Do you remember when you told me that you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell?" her eyes welled up with tears. "So do you. You're a horrible liar and you've been lying all night."

Jackson smirked slyly at the scene from afar. Scott pushed his way through the door - Dallas attempted to the same but the Stilinski pulled her arm.

"Dallas, just think about this for a moment." he pleaded, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Lydia.

"Hello? I'm losing my mind here!" she whined. Stiles turned his head to glance at her while Dallas used that moment to her advantage and slipped through the exit and caught up with the werewolf. Stiles Stilinski cursed as he heard the door slam and ran a frustrated hand over his buzzcut.

"Hey, McCall!" She whisper-yelled. "Wait up!"

"You didn't have to come, you know. I got this." He murmured as she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Yeah, but Beacon Hill's Breakfast Club is driving me insane," she spoke through hushed tones as they crept down the hall. They made their way down the staircase as the werewolf grasped the beaker tightly in his hand. Approaching the dimly-lit sports hall, the brunette ran a hand over the goosebumps that arose on her bronze skin.

"So, who really is it?" She quirked a brow at him as he stumbled over his sentences.

"What do you mean?"

"You guys said it was Derek Hale.. and I don't believe you." She glanced at him as he shifted under her stare.

"It is Derek Hale."

"It sounded nothing like him."

"How do you even know-" he paused, turning to her. "Wait, he spoke to you?"

She nodded, pulling her sweater sleeves over her knuckles. Scott studied their surroundings before whispering back to her. "What did he say to you?"

"He asked me about the weather, Scott." she deadpanned. "What do you think he said? He wants us all dead, but the thing is, I know its not Derek."

The boy didn't have a chance to reply before the loud screech of the werewolf echoed through the halls. Dallas dropped to her knees, clasping at her ears and crying out in pain as her brain became frazzled. Scott attempted to help the brunette up but backed away as he felt the familiar aching in his bones as he began to shift. He darted in the other direction as she remained hunched over on the oakwood flooring and hissing in agony.

Once the shriek died down, she was left panting breathlessly and with a killer headache. The high-pitched ringing in her head lasted for a few moments longer before she let out a sharp breath. Looking up, she had noticed that Scott had deserted her. Whether it was to leave her to die or to avoid her questions - she didn't like either of those possibilities.

Upstairs, the werewolf stalked through the hallways as his predatory side had completely taken over. He had murder in his eyes and drool dripping from his extended fangs. He scraped his nails against the brick walls and peeked around the corners. His heavy panting drew closer while he crept to up to the science room door. He slipped the key inside the lock and clicked it to the side. The sound of Allison's voice broke him from his siren-like trance as images of her flew passed his eyes. He clicked the lock back into its original position and slid away from the door. This alerted the quartet before Ally threw herself at the door.

"Scott!" she wiggled at the handle. She began banging ferociously on the door and called his name. "Scott!"

"Stop!" Lydia yelled, catching their attention. "Do you hear that?"

Sirens wailed in the distance, the group darted to the windows as they saw multiple squad cars pull up. Scott McCall panted in the hall, his human side fully recovered. He wasn't sure how, or why, but he knew somehow it all had a link to Allison.

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"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned the two boys, who had their hands shoved in their pockets as they left the school.

"Yes." Scott McCall answered confidently.

"I saw him too." Stiles supported his best friend, even though they were complete white lies.

The werewolf grasped the officer's attention once more. "What about the janitor?"

Noah avoided the teenager's look. "We're still looking."

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?" The McCall persisted before Stiles's father cut him off.

"Yeah, Scott, we looked." he sighed. "We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

Scott seethed at his situation. "Im not making this up."

"I know, I believe you, I do." Sheriff Stilinski promised, turning to the boy.

"No, you don't." Scott snapped. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you want to believe me, but I know you don't." He let out a heavy sigh.

Sheriff examined his surroundings before continuing. "Listen to me. We're gonna search this entire whole school. We're gonna find him." he nodded. "Okay? I promise."

Sheriff Stilinski was called by another officer who had grasped his attention. He turned to the boys. "Stay. Both of you." he glanced at Stiles who held an offended look.

"Well, we survived, dude. You know?" he slapped his best friend on the arm. "We outlasted the Alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?"

Scott shook his head in dismay. "When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us." he let out an audible scoff. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think that it knew exactly where we were?"

Stiles sent his friend a puzzled look. "Well, then how come we're still alive?"

"It wants me in it's pack." the werewolf acknowledged. He turned away for a second and glanced at the floor. "But... I.. I think first, I have to get rid of my old pack."

The human looked visibly lost. "What do you mean? What old pack?"

"Allison, Jackson, Dallas, Lydia.." he paused. "You."

The Stilinski boy seemed speechless for a moment before responding. "The Alpha doesn't want to kill us.."

"He wants me to do it." Scott finished for him. "And that's not even the worst part."

Stiles widened his eyes at the boy. "How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?"

"Because when he made me shift... I wanted to do it," he mumbled. "I wanted to kill you... all of you."

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