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We slam the doors shut behind us, crouching down below the windows in the doors, holding it shut. But that won't keep out an Alpha.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott panics.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles snaps.

"Grab something!" Scott splutters.

"What?" I snap this time, wrapping my arms around the bars next to Stiles.

"Anything!" Scott yells, fear evident in his eyes.

Stiles doesn't respond, standing up to look out the window. After a moment Scott and I do the same, but I can't see what they're looking at. "No," Scott protests.

"Yes," Stiles says stubbornly, handing him the flashlight and I instantly know what he's doing.

"Stiles, no, don't," I plead, my stomach filling with dread and weighing me down like concrete. He ignores my pleas, opening the door a little and slipping out, shutting the door behind him while I stare after him through the window, tears stinging the back of my eyes. I cannot lose him to the Alpha. I won't.

He goes for the bolt cutters just as I see the Alpha coming out from behind his jeep.

No, no, no, he can't die.

"Come back, come back!" Scott and I yell at the same time, him banging on the doors. Unlike Scott, my voice is thicker with emotions, utter fear and dread running through me.

Stiles looks back at us and stands a little from his crouched position.

"Stiles!" I scream, fist hitting the door harshly, on the verge of tears. I know we just started dating but I can't lose him.

He catches sight of the Alpha who starts running towards him, my heart stopping. Stiles turns and takes off, making it to the doors and opening it, and I move to let him in. He slams shut the door, fitting the handles of the bolt cutters in the handles of the door to act as a lock.

As we look back out the windows, Scott asks, "Where is it?" Stiles shines the flashlight he took back from Scott and shines it out the window. "Where'd it go?"

The parking lot is empty, except for the two cars. No Alpha in sight.

We start to back off and that's when I look over to my boyfriend and punch him in the arm, making him look down at me. "Never do that again, got it?" I say sternly, blinking away my tears.

He nods, licking his lips as we look back at the doors. "That won't hold, will it?" Scott asks Stiles.

"Probably not," Stiles says honestly. Silence falls upon us as we turn to look down the long and dark hallway, a howl resonating in my ears. We all look at each other and then we turn around and run down the hall.

We find a classroom with an open door, running in. "The desk," Scott says, gesturing towards it. I stand next to Stiles as Scott pushes it forward, the legs scraping against the floor and making loud noises.

"Shh!" Stiles hushes him and we stop moving the desk. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott says, sounding defeated.

"It's your boss," I tell him.

"What?" He asks.

"Deaton, the Alpha?" Stiles continues my statement. "Your boss."

"No," Scott denies.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles insists in a whisper.

"That can't be," Scott denies again.

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles asks a little sarcastically.

"It's not him," Scott keeps on denying it.

"He killed Derek," Stiles pushes, the reminder of the man's death causing me to feel a pang in my chest. I may have disliked him, but I didn't want him to die.

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott protests. "He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next," Stiles snaps.

"Okay, just..." Scott trails off, breathing deeply. "What do we do?"

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles says.

I follow them to the windows and they try to open it, but I know the windows don't open. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled," I inform them, standing on the other side of Scott.

"Then we break it," Scott suggests.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles points out.

"Then... Then we run really fast," Scott substitutes. "Really fast."

I bite my lip and look out the window, at the jeep, blinking once when I see it. The hood of it is bent, literally, it's bent. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your hood of your jeep?" I ask without looking at him.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong," Stiles replies.

"It's bent," Scott says, standing behind me and looking over my head.

"Like, dented?" Stiles panics a little.

"No, we mean bent," I say, feeling Stiles behind me and looking over my head like Scott.

"What the hell—" Stiles is cut off when something flies through the window, shattering the glass and I feel a body shielding mine as we fall to the ground, beneath the windows. The arms wrapped around me are familiar, telling me Stiles threw his body over mine to protect me. The boys lean against the wall while I'm between Stiles' legs, my back to his chest since he basically wrapped himself around me when we fell.

My eyes fall onto a black box on the floor, the thing that flew through the window. What the hell...

"That's my battery," Stiles grouses, moving to get up but Scott pulls him back down.

"Don't," Scott orders.

"We have to move," Stiles insists.

"He could be right outside," Scott hisses.

"He is right outside," I snap at him.

After a moment of silence, our loud breathing being the only sound, Scott speaks up. "Just let me take a look." He turns and peaks his head up, looking out the window as Stiles and I turn to crouch beneath the window, my body fitting between the two.

"Anything?" Stiles whispers.

"No," Scott says.

"Move now?" I ask quietly.

"Move now," Scott affirms. We stand up and I quickly make my way towards the door, stepping over the battery to the jeep and out into the dark hallway. "This way," Scott says, walking towards the right.

"No, no, no, no," Stiles says, stopping Scott.

"What?"

"Somewhere without windows," I say quietly.

"Every single room in this building has windows," Scott retorts.

"Or somewhere with less windows," Stiles suggests.

The silence fills the void, the only noise being Scott's heavy breathing. "The locker room," Scott realizes.

"Yeah," Stiles and I say at the same time.

And for the third time tonight, we run for our lives.

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We make it to the locker room, piling in and shutting the door behind us. My heart is pounding against my ribs from running and anxiety. I'm extremely scared, scared for my life, for Scott's life, my boyfriend's. But I can't show it, something my mother taught me. To never show fear in the face of danger and death.

"Call your dad," Scott says.

"And tell him what?" Stiles asks.

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

"What if it doesn't?" Stiles counters. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" I agree with Stiles, he can't lose his dad, he's too important to him.

"They have guns," Scott argues.

I can't help but roll my eyes; I swear this boy is gonna get us killed one day with his horrible ideas!

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" Stiles hisses.

"Then we... We have to... We have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott says quietly.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile," I retort.

"What about Derek's car?" Scott suggests.

"That could work," Stiles agrees. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."

"And him," I cut in.

"Fine, whatever," he shrugs off as we walk towards the door and as Stiles reaches for the knob, Scott grabs his arm to stop him. Then I hear a noise, something Scott most likely heard, too. "What?" Stiles whispers.

"I think I heard something," Scott whispers back.

"Like what?" Stiles asks, retracting his hand.

"Shh, quiet," I hush him, listening intently. A heartbeat, which grows louder, telling me something, or someone, is approaching us.

All three of us start walking backward, Scott moving the flashlight in Stiles' hand to make sure whatever is outside doesn't see it. "Hide," Scott whispers.

Next thing I know I'm being yanked into a locker and up against a hard chest, a light shining in my face. Stiles looks down at me, curling his hand around my hip to keep me still, his other arm against the door above my head. I can't help but squirm a bit in the confined space, which doesn't bother me, but it's the fact his body is pressed rather intimately and tightly against mine. "Stop moving," he says under his breath, knowing I can hear him perfectly.

I furrow my brow in confusion until I feel something poking the other side of my hip.... Oh.

I bite my lip while my face flushes, heart pounding against my ribs. This is so not the time for something like this.

The door opens a moment after that, the heartbeat coming closer. Stiles is breathing heavily, the sound loud and whatever or whoever is here will probably hear, so I reach up and cover his mouth with my small hand, our eyes still connected.

Then I hear a scream, prompting Stiles to open the locker door and causing me to nearly fall onto my back as we stumble out. His hand stays on my hip, steadying me as I turn around to face a janitor.

"Ah! Son of a bitch!" He curses.

"Shh! Quiet!" Stiles hisses.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" He questions, making me tilt my head at the irony. "The three of you, get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleads.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now," the guy says as he pushes us towards the door and out, Stiles stumbling as we get thrown out the room.

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles says but is cut off by the janitor.

"Just shut up and go." But then a scream leaves his lips as he is pulled back into the room and the door is slammed shut. Growls follow it, and then the man is pushed against the door, hands smeared with blood.

Oh, Gods, not again.

A strangled noise is caught in my throat as he makes noises of help and slides down the door, only to be slammed into it again. Scott goes to the door, trying to open it but Stiles pulls him back.

"No, no!" Scott says as Stiles pulls him away who grabs my wrist, pulling me with them since I was frozen to the spot, the color gone from my face as I snap out of my stupor, and we run away from the Alpha once more.

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We run towards the doors, pushing against them but they won't budge. Stiles rams his shoulder into it, trying to get it open, but it won't.

"What the hell?" Stiles says, just as confused as me.

Scott pokes his head out the crack of the doors, saying, "It's a dumpster."

What the effing hell!? Why is the Alpha taunting us? It's like he's playing a game of cat and mouse. We're the mice, and he's the cat. Or in this case, we're the deer and he's the starving wolf.

"He pushed it in front of the door," Stiles sums up. "To block us in." We continue to push against it, and I'm using all of my strength, something that's also enhanced, but it isn't working. "Come on, help us."

"Stiles, stop!" Scott says loudly as he pulls him from the door and then me, prompting us to walk down the hall and away from the door.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school," Stiles snaps.

"We're not going to die," Scott insists.

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?" I ask, flustered and scared.

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

"Yeah, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's... That's beautiful," Stiles mutters sarcastically.

Scott turns his head to look out the windows, stopping, and I turn my head to see what he's looking at. Across from the hall we're on, is the Alpha, staring right at us. It runs across the roof, towards us, and we turn and start running as it busts through the window behind us.

Despite my speed, Stiles looks back and snatches my hand, yanking me forward to keep up with them. We turn right and through a door, rushing down the flight of steps and through a pair of double doors.

We keep running until we get to the basement, rushing to hide behind a row of old lockers, our backs against it. Stiles laces his fingers with mine in hopes of easing my breathing, chest heaving. My heart skips a beat when I hear the growls from the Alpha, my blood running cold.

"What?" Stiles whispers to Scott.

"Go," Scott orders. We move from the lockers and down the little path, going towards the door but stopping when we hear a snarl.

"All right, we have to do something," Stiles says.

"Like what?" Scott asks.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it... Something," Stiles lists, frustrated.

Then his hand leaves mine, clenching into a fist at the emptiness, digging my nails into my palm. Pain keeps me sharp, and I need it right now.

He digs into his jacket pocket, his keys jingling.

"Wait a minute, no," Scott whispers.

"Shh," Stiles shushes him, taking out his keys and he throws it to the right. He then pushes Scott and I back as the Alpha roars, running into the room Stiles threw his keys in and pushes the door shut, his back against it.

"The desk. Come on, the desk," Stiles says. Scott and I move and help him push it against the door and the wall, trapping the Alpha, who then roars loudly, making me flinch. But we did, we trapped it.

"He can't..." Scott says, trailing off with a smile and I can't help but smile as well.

"You're a genius, Stiles," I praise quietly, our eyes meeting.

"All right," Stiles says, smiling as well. Then the Alpha bangs against the door, scarring Stiles. "Come on, get across. Come on!"

"What?" Scott asks, jumping across quickly. I follow him, almost falling but Stiles helps me, and I swiftly move to press my back against the wall next to Scott. My boyfriend moves towards the desk, prompting Scott to ask, "What are you doing?"

"I just wanna get a look at it," Stiles says. I move my head to give him a look, raising my eyebrows, flabbergasted.

"Are you crazy?" I hiss.

"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles shrugs. "It's not gonna get out." I give him a pleading look but he climbs onto the desk, looking through the little window, getting close to it and shining the flashlight through the metal grating. "Yeah, that's right, we got you," he taunts the beast.

Oh, Gods, my boyfriend is actually crazy.

"Will you shut up!" Scott snaps.

"I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles says, which I know is bullshit because it slams a paw against the grating, making Stiles flail backward, sliding off the desk and in front of me. "I'm not scared of you," he continues to taunt it. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any—"

He is cut off by a loud crash, noises above us. Oh shit, it's in the ceiling. And for the... I've lost count how many times but we run... Again.

After a while of just walking quickly, I jerk to a stop when I hear ringing. "Wait," Scott halts us, hearing it, too. "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Stiles asks.

"It sounds like a phone ringing," Scott and I say at the same time.

"What?" Stiles hisses.

"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone," we say in unison again, making us look at each other in disbelief. But I only shrug as an answer to his questioning look.

"Give me your phone," Scott says to Stiles who fumbles to get his phone from his pocket and hands it to him but takes hold of my hand afterward to pull me a little closer to his body.

"Are you okay?" He whispers. I don't say anything, squeezing his palm gently as an answer.

"Stiles?" Allison asks in confusion.

"No, it's me, where are you?" Scott replies.

"I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?" She says. Wait, what is she doing here?!

"Where are you right now?" He asks.

"On the first floor," she answers.

"Where? Where are you exactly?" He pushes.

"The swimming pools," she replies.

"Get to the lobby. Go now," Scott orders.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

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The three of us push through the doors of the lobby and I see Allison walking towards us, my heart speeding up in fear. Another person to worry about, great. As if we needed more to worry about. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asks.

"Because you asked me to," Allison replies innocently.

"I asked you to?" Scott repeats, confused.

Allison goes on her phone and holds it up for us to see a text.

Meet me at the school. URGENT - Scott

My eyes widen; the Alpha texted her, to lure her here. But for what?

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

"Because I didn't," Scott says.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asks.

"Jackson did," Allison answers.

Jackass Douchemore is here, too? This is just perfect.

"Jackson's here, too?" Scott questions incredulously.

"And Lydia, what's going on?" Allison demands and her phone starts to ring. Wait, Lydia, too? All we need is Danny and it'd be a party. "Who sent this text?" She doesn't get an answer so she instead answers her phone, bringing it to her ear. "Where are you?" She asks worriedly.

Just then, Lydia walks through the doors with Jackson behind her. "Finally. Can we go now?" The strawberry blonde asks, a little impatiently.

However, our eyes go to the ceiling when a noise erupts from there, more noises and creaking following it. Oh no, the Alpha.

Stiles and Scott share a glance before the latter yells, "Run!" Stiles tightens his grip on my hand, and as we run up the stairs, the Alpha crashes through the ceiling and chases us once more.