CHAPTER SEVEN: night school

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"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott ordered, yelling. 

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stile sarcastically asked.

"No! I'm not letting the last thing I hear if your annoying sarcastic comments!" Caspian yelled at him.

"We aren't going to die, okay, Cas?" Scott breathed out, still holding the door closed. "Just, grab something."

"What?" Stiles questioned.

"Anything!"

Stiles paused, a look over coming his face before he quickly stood up. He stared outside, at the bolt cutters that he had dropped in order to stop Caspian from getting closer to the Alpha.  Both Scott and Caspian followed to where Stiles was looking.

"...No."

"Yes!"

"Stiles, no! Don't--!"

"Are you insane?" Caspian questioned, as he ran outside.

Stiles ignored the two as he glanced around before quietly walking down the steps. Scott and Caspian began to bang in the door when seeing the Alpha walk out from behind Stiles's car.

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran back in, closing the door before putting the bolt cutters in the handles of the doors.

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott questioned. They slowly backed up from the door.
"That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not." Stiles answered.
"Not likely," Caspian says at the same time.

They looked down the hall. Then they ran into the closest classroom, the door already open.

"The desk!" Scott shouted as the three began to push the desk towards the door.

Stiles held up a hand when it screeched against the floor. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know." Scott sighed.

"Should Stiles's and I lift up one end of the desk and you the other? So it won't make any sounds?" Caspian questioned.

"It's your boss," Stiles tells Scott.

"What?" Scott questioned.

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss." Stiles explained.

"No." Scott shook his head.

"Yes! Murdering psycho-Werewolf."

"That can't be--"

"We are not arguing about this! The Alpha is here! And he is your boss. Unless, it's all some, seriously insane coincidence!" Caspian interrupted.

"He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles continued.

"It's not him." Scott repeats.

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead. 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."

"Come on! We need to figure out what we are going to do," Caspian speaks up.

"We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job." Stiles ran other to the window. "Good?"

Scott reached to try and open the window, up Stiles reached out and stopped him. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it."

"Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh... Then we run really fast. Really fast.
..Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

Stiles, of course, snapped his head over to Scott. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong..."

"It's bent." Scott informed.

"What, like, dented?"

"No, I mean bent."

"What the hell...?"

The window smashed, all three dunking down. Both Scott and Stiles grabbed Caspian, pulling him down to the ground before looking back up.

"...That's my battery." Stiles announced, moving better to stand up.

Caspian pulled Stiles down. "Don't."

"We have to move." Stiles replied.

"He could be right outside!" Scott whisper-yelled.

"He is right outside!" Stiles pointed the flashlight at the battery.

"Just let me take a look." Scott looked out the window, peering over it.

" Nothing?"

"No."

Caspian looked over. "Don't see him. Move now?"

"Move now!" Scott agreed before they ran out of the class.  "This way..."

"No, no, no, no..." stiles reached out, grabbing him.

"What?"

"We need to leave," Caspian whispered.

"Somewhere without windows." Stiles told the two.

"Yeah,  normally I would agree," Caspian replied, lowly. "But every single room in this building has windows."

"Or somewhere with less windows."

"The locker room..." Scott realized.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

They had quickly walked towards the locker-room, Scott and Stiles putting Caspian in the middle of them as they did.

"Call your dad," Scott told Stiles, once entering the locker-room.

"And tell him what?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know, anything. Anything! Gas leak. A fire. Whatever! If that thing seeks the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"And if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" Stiles asked Scott at the same time.

"They have guns! And, we can't get to the Argent's house." Scott says. "Stiles's car is broken."

"Oh, right."

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

"Then we-we have to-we have to find a way out and just run for it."

"Yeah. Maybe we can Get wolvesbane. Oh, I know! Let's go to the Argent's house." Caspian said.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles told the two.

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

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

"And him."

"Fine. Whatever." Stiles walked back towards the door, being stopped by Scott as he reached out.

" ...What?" Stiles whispered.

"I think I heard something..."

"Like what?"

"Quiet!" Scott whispered, the stepped back from the door. "Hide!"

Stiles pulled open a locker, before sliding in.

"No, no, Stiles! No--" Scott shook his head, disbelief and fear. Before he quickly pulled open a locker, gesturing for Caspian to enter the locker.

Caspian slid into the locker, Scott closing the locker before entering into a locker himself. They heard the door open.

Caspian placed a hand over his mouth. Then he heard a scream, sounding as Scott and then Stiles less than a second later. Caspian threw open his locker-door. There stood the janitor, yelling when seeing another boy pop out from the lockers.

"Son of a bitch!" The janitor cursed.

"Quiet!" Stiles sharply ordered.

"Quiet my ass! What the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All three of you, get out!"

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay-"

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." The man interrupted, beginning to push the teens out.

"God, just one second to explain--" Stiles stumbled out of the door, reaching back and catching Caspian before he fell.

"Just shut up and go!" The janitor ordered, when he was suddenly pulled back, the door was shut closed. Then, he was thrown against the door, blood splatters against the door window.

Scott moved forward, trying to open the door as Stiles grabbed him and Caspian, pulling them away. "Go! Go!"

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They had ran down the hall, heading towards the double doors, but when they slammed into it, the doors didn't open.  They tried it again, still the doors didn't open.

"What the hell?" Stiles questioned.

Scott was able to poke his head through. "It's a dumpster."

"He pushed it in front of the door to block us in." Stiles said, still pushing at the door. "Come on, help me."

"We're gonna die. I'm dying." Caspian began to panic. "I'm going to die. Oh, my god. I can't die! I don't want to die!"

"Stop!" Scott ordered both Caspian and Stiles.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." Stiles replied.

"We're not going to die." Scott had pulled Stiles away from the door, pulling Caspian along with him.

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?" Stiles questioned.

"Me. Derek says its stronger with a pack." Scott answered.

"Oh, great! A psychotic Werewolf who's into teamwork. That's-that's beautiful."

Scott reached out a hand, making Stiles stop. All three turned too stare out the window, seeing that the Alpha was on the roof of the opposite side. It began to run across the roof, running at them.

They quickly bolted down the hall, the glass shattering behind them. They ran down a set of stairs, pushing open another set of doors.
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They had ran into the basement, hiding behind another set of lockers. Scott glanced over his shoulder, peeking to see where the Alpha was. They were able to hear the low-growling. Scott flicked back, hiding behind the lockers and closing his eyes tightly.

Stiles looked at him, questioningly. Then in a jerky movement, hit the lockers lightly. Caspian stopped himself from slapping Stiles in fear of the Alpha hearing.

"Go," Scott spoke lowly, breathing out the word.

Stiles grabbed Caspian, running. Scott followed quickly after. They ran out the doors again.

"Okay, we have to do something," Stiles spoke.

"Like what?" Caspian questioned.

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

"Yeah. Let me just quickly figure out whoever the fuck it really is and bring up their trauma," Caspian sarcastically replied.

They head glass shatter. Before hearing the low growling sound. They looked both ways, before Stiles began to search his pockets, making sounds.

"Wait a minute, no," Scott lowly whispered.

Stiles hushed him, taking the keys out before throwing them off to the side, then pushing Scott and Caspian out of the room before closing the door. "Come on! The desk! Desk!"

They pushed the desk in front of the door, with the narrow space, the door opened less than a inch before the desk hit the wall.
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Stiles gestured for Scott to climb over the desk, tilting his head. "Come on, get across... Come on!"

Scott looked at him, disbelief. "What?" Then he jumped over the desk. Only for Stiles to approach the door again. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanna get a look at it..."

"Are you crazy? Suicidal? Idiotic? Stop me when I hit an adjective that isn't describing you," Caspian snapped, sarcastically.

Stiles sighed. "Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." Then climbed over the desk, looking in at the window. His voices comes out tauntingly. "Yeah, that's right! We got you--"

"Will you shut up?" Scott ordered more then questioned, frustrated.

Stiles turned to Scott. "I'm not scared of this thing!"

"Then you are an idiot," Caspian told him.

At that moment, the alpha hit the door, which had Stiles scramble off of the table. "I'm not scared of you. Right? 'Cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any--"

There was a loud crash, parts of the ceiling falling and hitting the floor. The all looked up, seeing the ceiling bend from the weight of the Alpha. They all ran.
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"Wait," Scott ordered. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Stiles questioned back.

"It sounds like a phone ringing..."

"What? Who would be here at this time?" Caspian questioned.

"I know that ring-- it's Allison's phone." Scott announced.
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Scott asked for Stiles's phone. Or more, demanded for Stiles's phone. "No. It's me. Where are you?"

"Where are you right now?" Scott questioned after a second.

"Where? Where are you exactly?" Another pause. "Get to the lobby. Go now."
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They pushed open the set of double doors leading to the lobby.  "Why did you come? What are you doing here?"

Allison looked at him, confused. " ...Because you asked me to?"

"I asked you to?"

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

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles interrupted.

"Jackson did."

"Jackass is here?" Caspian questioned, sighing in annoyance.

"And Lydia." Allison added before she frowned. "What's going on? Who sent this text?"

Allison's phone rang, her quickly answering it. "Where are you?"

The door was burst open, Lydia sighing in relief. "Finally! Can we go now?"

The Alpha made a heavy thudding sound from above them. Stiles grabbed Caspian, pulling him in front of him before they all began to run. They ran up the stairs, Lydia had grabbed onto Jackson's arm and Scott grabbed a hold of Allison's hand. Stiles pushed open double doors, locking them behind him.

"Help me get this in front of the door," Scott ordered, which made Jackson help him put the large fridge of milk in front of the door.

"Scott, wait. Not here--" Stiles started.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison questioned, sounding panicked.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia asked.

"Will you just help me? The chairs-- stack the chairs." Scott ordered, making both Lydia and Allison follow him.

"Can we just wait a second?" Stiles asked again. "You guys, listen to me, w--Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please?"

"This is so bad." Caspian muttered lowly. 

Of course, no one listened to Stiles.

"Helloooooo!" Stiles exclaimed, making everyone turn to him. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now... What should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?"

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why." Allison asked, hysterically.  She turned to Scott. "Scott...?"

There was a second of silence, Scott moving forward and leaning against the desk. Which had caused Lydia, Jackson and Allison to all turn to Stiles and Caspian.

"Somebody killed the janitor." Caspian informed.

"What?" Lydia questioned, fearful and shocked.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead." Stiles tells them.

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

"Why the fuck would I joke about something like that?" Caspian snapped at the older one.

"What? Who killed him?" Jackson asked.

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

"No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion." Jackson spoke up.

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

Scott hesitated before speaking, stumbling over his words. "I-I don't know. I-I just-- If-if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

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

"Who? Who is it?" Allison asked.

"How are-" Caspian starts.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Scott suddenly says.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson inquired of.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"I saw him."  Scott quick replied.

"The mountain lio--" Lydia started.

"No, Derek killed them," Scott quickly cut off.

"All of them?" Allison asked.

"Yeah. Starting with his own sister."

Caspian was in to much shook to say anything, staring at Scott in disbelief.

"The bus driver?" Allison asked.

"And the guy in the video store. 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."

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"Call the cops." Jackson speaks.

"No."
"Fuck that."
Both Stiles and Caspian replied.

"Wh-what do you mean, "no?"" Jackson asked.

"What's so difficult to understand about it? It's not complicated!" Caspian snapped.

"I mean, no. You wanna hear it in Spanish?" Stiles sarcastically questioned. "No. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff's department. Call him."

"No. I thought even a fucking imbecile like you could understand what No means," Caspian snapped at Jackson.

Jackson glared at the younger one, stepping closer. Stiles pulled Caspian back, glaring at Jackson.

"I'm calling." Lydia says, taking out her phone.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec--" Stiles started, moving forward but Jackson pushed both him and Caspian back.

"Hey--" Scott says, by the two's side in an instant.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to--" Lydia tells the dispatch. "--But--" Lydia looks at the phone, disbelief and confusion. "She hung up on me..."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked, incredulously.

"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 called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested." Lydia explained.

"Okay, then call again." Allison demanded.

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

"What the-- what-what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

Everyone turned to Scott.

"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott questioned.

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

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

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

Scott begins to get frustrated. "I don't know!"

Allison turned away from him.

"How is he supposed to know what a psychotic serial killer is thinking?" Caspian defended Scott. "If anyone would know, it would be-" your werewolf hunting family- "Jackson. He's got the anger issues of a serial killer."

Jackson stepped forward, before both Scott and Stiles pulled the younger one back. Stiles pulling then both off to the side. "All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles asked.

"Okay, first off-- throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done." Stiles sarcastically speaks.

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something, and if he's dead, then it doesn't matter, right?" Scott anxiously says. "...Except if he's not."

"And why are we hoping he's dead?" Caspian asked. "We are not hoping he's dead. And, what are we going to do...if we get out of here and they see Derek's body against the wall, what are we doing?"

"Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off," Scott sighed, frustrated.

"And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here-- like, how do we get out alive?" Stiles asked, trying to direct Scott to the important part of the situation.

"...But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something." Scott says.

"So, what? He wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles asked.

"Or wants you to kill us with him. Which is, a seriously terrifying and disturbing thought," Caspian says.

"No. Derek said it wants revenge." Scott says.

"Against who?" Stiles asked.

"Allison's family?"

"Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it." Stiles said.

"Maybe the Argents almost killed him before. Killed someone the alpha cared about," Caspian says. "Wants revenge on the hunters."

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

"Call Noah useless again and I'll throw you out so we can escape, got it?" Caspian snapped at him.

Scott sighed. "He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to. Just... just call him."

"Are you insane? Noah doesn't deserve this!" Caspian yelled.

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles whispered, turning around.

Jackson stepped up, grabbing Stiles's shoulder. "All right, give me the phone."

Stiles turned around, punching Jackson in the face.

Allison gasps. "Jackson! Are you okay?"

Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket. "Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."

A loud banging at the doors caused everyone to jump, getting away from the door. Stiles grabbed Caspian, pulling him back.

"We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school."

The screws fall off the door, the doors shaking violently with how hard they were being hit.

"The kitchen. The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Stiles speaks.

"Which only goes up." Scott argued.

"Up is better than here."

They told off running, able to hear the loud crashing from the room they had left. They ran up another set of stairs, pushing open double doors before running down the hall. They crashed into a classroom door, which was locked before going to the one across from the room, and opening it.

Scott put a chair in front of it. It was silent for a moment, all panting from fear and the running they had done. Scott tilted his head down, struggling to control himself. There was the sound of distant growling, before a shadow walked in front of the door.

They let a second of silence hang in the air before Scott turned to Jackson. "Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?"

"Six, if two people squeezes on someone's lap." Jackson replied.

"Five? I barely fit in the back!" Allison whispers.

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

"What about this?" Scott walked over to the door. "This leads to the roof. We can do gown the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a deadbolt." Caspian informed.

"The janitor has a key." Scott says.

"You mean his body has it." Stiles corrected.

"That feels extremely disrespectful." Caspian comments.

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

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

"I'm getting the key," Scott said, determined as he walked over to the door.

"Are you serious?" Allison stoped him.

"Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison reasoned.

Scott leaned over, grabbing the board pointer. Everyone looked at him, sighing of either annoyance or disbelief.

"Well, it's better than nothing." Scott tried to reason.

"There's gotta be something else..." Stiles says.

"There is." Lydia jerks her head in the direction of the chemicals.

"What are we gonna do, throw acid on him?" Stiles sarcastically asked.

"No-- like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self... igniting..." Stiles, dumbfounded.

"self-igniting Molotov cocktail," Caspian says. "She's right. It would work."

"We don't have a key for that, either..." Stiles says.

Jackson broke the glass.

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Apparently, Jackson nor Lydia trusted Caspian to know how to do it. Jackson making a comment on a kindergartner not knowing what should be done.

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." Lydia ordered before pouring in the last needed chemical and handing it to Scott.

"No. No, this is insane. You can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison spoke up.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott reasoned.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something." Scott walked over to the door.

Allison is tearing up. "Scott, just stop. Do you remember-do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell? Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar, and you've been lying all night. Just-just please, please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please."

Scott sighs, looking over. "Lock it behind me."

Allison pulls Scott back, kissing him.

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Caspian was nervously bitting at his nails, sitting on a desk.

"I don't get this," Allison speaks.  " I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us, and I can't-I can't stop my hands from shaking..."

Jackson grabs her hands, carefully and speaks in a soothingly voice. "It's okay. It's okay. It's gonna be okay."

"Okay." Allison's speaks tearfully.

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"Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid-- it won't ignite if it's not." Lydia questioned, worryingly.

"I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight." Jackson snapped

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did..."

"Fuck you," Caspian snapped at Jackson, before walking over, finding an empty Beaker and poured in another one.

"Caspian, what ware you doing?" Stiles questioned.

"Making another one."

"You are not going out there!" Stiles glanced back, before pulling Caspian off to the side. "The only reason Scott went is because he's a werewolf. He has a chance in fighting the Alpha."

"Not if Jackson didn't hand Lydia the correct thing! It's why I wanted to help, but they both dismissed me."

When, suddenly, they all heard a loud growl echoing. Jackson fell to the floor, grilling the back of his neck before he began to scream in pain.

Lydia and Allison helped him up. Jackson pushed himself from their grip.   "No, I'm fine. Like, seriously-- I'm okay."

"Okay. Sounds good to me," Caspian says, mixing the last of the chemicals.

"That didn't sound okay at all." Allison says.

Stiles frowned. "What's on the back of your neck?"

"I said I'm fine!" Jackson says, irritated, slapping away Stiles's hand.

"It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened." Lydia informed.

Jackson scoffed. "As if you actually care."

"If she didn't. She wouldn't ask." Caspian replied. "Now, I'm leaving."

"No, you are not," Stiles tells him, grabbing Caspian's arm and pulling him back. "All right, can we not argue for half a second here?"

"Where's Scott? He should be back by now." Allison says.

They heard the door being locked, making Allison throw herself at the door. "Scott! Scott!"

Caspian placed the beaker down, trying to unlock the door. "Damn it! Scott! Don't do this!"

"Where is he going?" Lydia questioned.

"Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott!"

"Stop! Stop!" Lydia ordered. Caspian kept calling out for Scott. "Do you hear that? Listen!" She ordered, silencing Caspian as they heard the sirens.
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"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Noah questioned.

"Yes." Scott answered, lied.

"I saw him, too." Stiles spoke.

Caspian glanced around, looking horrified when he hadn't seen Derek's body. The Alpha must have taken it.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.

"We're still looking." Noah replied.

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

Noah sighs. "Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out, just like you asked. There's nothing."

"I'm not making this up."

"I know. I believe you, I do."

"No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't." Scott says, sadly.

"Listen-- we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise."

"Sheriff!" A deputy called out.

"Stay. All three of you." Noah walked away.

"Well, we survived, dude. You know? We outlasted the Alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?" Stiles tried to look on the bright side.

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Scott questioned.

"Well, then how come we're still alive?" Caspian asked, confused.

"It wants me in its pack. But, I think, first... I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What do you mean? What old pack?" Stiles asked.

"Us," Caspian realized.

Scott nodded. "Allison... Jackson... Lydia... Caspian and you."

"The Alpha doesn't wanna kill us..." Stiles says.

"It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part."

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles questioned, exclaiming.

"Because when he made me shift... I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you." Scott confessed.

Scott looked up, after a few seconds of silence before he walked off.

Deaton sat on an ambulance. "There you are."

"How...? How did you...?" Scott stammered out.

"Get out? Not easily. And, from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise." Deaton smiled.

Noah walked up behind them. "Guys, come on. Let's let the EMTs do their job. You can talk to him later."

"Caspian," Noah called. "Uh, you're parents were called."

"Oh. So, you left a voice mail?" Caspian questioned.

Noah had been angry, that neither had picked up, when he was calling to say how their son was in danger. And, he had discovered that, they would be out of twin for another week, or longer, judging by the lack of care they had for Caspian.

"So, you'll be staying with Melissa or I until then. And then, they will be arrested-"

"Wait, what?" Caspian asked, head snapping up. "You're arresting them?"

"Caspian, you have to know, what they did, leaving you alone, for weeks-" Noah says, as softly as he can.

"That doesn't matter! Why does it matter? It's not like they hit me!"

Noah looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Caspian asked the man.

Noah had reached out, pulling the boy into a hug.  Caspian froze in the middle, unsure of what to do.

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