𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘋𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘥

GNAWING ON HIS LIP ANXIOUSLY, Scott McCall spares a look at his best friend. Whatever she's planned, he's almost certain he's not going to like it. "Charlie... What are we doing?"

"Hang on, Scott," she replies curtly. Holding a finger up, the girl quickly glances around them, then walks in front of the boy. "Okay." She places her hands on his shoulders and shuffles him into the right position. "Stand... right there. Do you have your keys?"

A smile of disbelief that she's thought of something so fabulous appears on Stiles' face. "Oh, my God, Charlotte Martin you evil, conniving genius."

"Absolutely perfect," she praises Scott. She lifts his hand into the air so the key he is holding is visible. "And just... hold it up." She grins. "Incredible."

Stiles joins them and tries to stifle his laughter at the confused face Scott holds. He still has no idea what's going on. "Okay, Scott, just remember. Whatever happens, think about Allison. Just think about Allison." Scott, still holding up his single key, looks between his friends with his eyebrows furrowed. "You just gotta find her voice."

"Like you did at the game," Charlotte adds.

Scott slowly nods at them. "Okay?"

"Just stand right there," she tells him again. "And don't drop the hand." His eyes widen at how serious she is, and he swallows nervously when she repeats more firmly, "Scott, whatever you do, do not drop the hand."

As Stiles and Charlotte turn around, she gives him a grin when he meets her eyes. "I can't believe I didn't think of this," he whispers to her jealously.

Charlotte giggles. "Keys, Stilinski?" He takes them out of his pocket and hands them to her.

"Why don't I get to do this," he whines. With a smirk permanently plastered onto her lips, Charlotte Martin drags a long scrape alongside the parked vehicle that Scott just so happens to be conveniently standing next to. The pair run forward, not before turning around so that Charlotte can take a photo of Scott staring at them in shock, and thankfully, (praise the lords above) he is still holding up the key. "Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing to that car?" Stiles yells accusingly, his arms wildly gesturing to Scott.

The werewolf's eyes widen further. The shock has now morphed into betrayal. "Dude!" he hisses. "What the hell?"

A group of older teenagers in the parking around at the commotion and one of them steps forward angrily. "What the fuck?"

Scott's innocent expression disappears as he quickly pockets the key. A fist is quickly sent to the centre of his face. Charlotte winces. "Oh, God, that looked like it hurt..."

Stiles peeks through his hand that is covering his eyes. "Yikes..."

Scott rams his body at the older guy, only for him to get pushed back and then beaten on the floor. The heartbeat monitor app starts to beep, and his friends glance to each other with worry as they watch the number to continue to rise. "Stay calm, Scotty," she whispers encouragingly. "You're gonna be okay."

"Oh, God, this is not okay..." With all four of the guys now kicking Scott, Stiles shuffles closer to Charlotte and whispers, "Do you regret this?"

"Not at all."

"Good, me either."

However, when the monitor reaches a new level of intense beeping, she begins to wonder if they should intervene. Thankfully, someone else does it for them. "Stop! Stop it right now! What do you three idiots think you're doing?"

Stiles and Charlotte look to each other with smug grins and she holds the phone up to Scott, which shows the number down to what a normal heart should be at. "He found her," she mutters.

Although Stiles' smile promptly drops when he spots who had driven the older teenagers away. "And Harris found us..."

Turning to see said man glaring furiously at them, Charlotte awkwardly laughs. "Hey, Mr H..." He raises an eyebrow at her and she nods in understanding, pulling Stiles along behind. "Time to break a new record."

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Detention. Charlotte should be accustomed to it by now. Over the years the girl had sat through so many that she thinks she might've attended more detentions than actual classes. Probably not something to brag about... The trio sit side by side on a shared desk with their notebooks and pens out. It's pretty hard to actually do their homework with what else is going on.

"Excuse me, sir?" Scott calls out. Harris' steely eyes meet his. "I know it's detention and all... But I have work. And I really don't want to get fired." Adrian Harris continues to glare at Scott for another few seconds. Then he smiles at his students and returns to his own work. The boy looks to Charlotte and he sighs. "You knew I would heal," he says.

"I did."

"So, you did that to help me learn."

"Sure did."

"But partially to punish me."

"Oh yeah," she agrees. "That part was for him." She points to Stiles who smiles back.

"Guys! You're my best friends and I can't have you being angry at me."

"I'm not angry anymore," Stiles tells him quietly.

Charlotte nods. "And if he's no longer angry, then I'm no longer angry." Scott rolls his eyes.

Stiles softly sighs and places his pen down. "Look, Scott. You have something, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. Scott, that means you don't have a choice. It means you have to do something."

Taking in the heavily weighing words, Scott nods. "I know," he says. "And I will."

Having eavesdropped on the conversation, Harris heaves a sigh. "All right. All three of you, out."

As Charlotte passes the desk, she gives her favourite teacher a wave and smile. "See you at our usual time next week."

»»———-　　———-««

"This is a terrible idea."

"Yeah... I know."

"And we're still going to do it?"

"Well, can you think of something better to do?"

Stiles shrugs. "Well, personally, I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away..."

Charlotte nods. "Yeah, totally agree with him there," she says.

Scott sighs. "Just make sure we can get inside..."

Stiles opens the boot of the car to grab his tools, whilst Scott and Charlotte's attention is drawn over to the black Camaro that pulls up in front of them. "He's here," the werewolf announces.

Charlotte grabs the bolt cutters from Stiles and looks up to him with raised eyebrows. "Do I get to use them?" She grins. "Because I want to use them."

"Where's my boss?" Scott calls out.

Derek nods toward the backseat as he walks towards the teenagers. "He's in the back," he states calmly.

"Woah, woah, woah. What the fuck is Deats doing here?" Charlotte peers into the car and her eyes widen in shock. "Uh, Scott? He looks very unconscious," she points out nervously.

"Very comfortable," Stiles adds sarcastically. "Did you really need to duct tape him?"

Scott turns to walk up to the school but halts when Derek calls out after him. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You said I was linked with the Alpha because he bit me. So I'm gonna see if you're right."

Stiles stares at Scott, then points to the car, then over to Derek. "And we're leaving angry Yoda with your nice boss?"

Scott nods. "Good point. Charles, you stay with Derek."

Her lips part in disbelief. "Wait, what?"

The boy shrugs. "Like Stiles just said, I don't trust him."

Derek's eyebrows raise. "Sorry?"

She groans. "Fine." After the boys jog away, it's an uncomfortable two minutes of silence. A pin could be dropped onto the road and still be heard as clear as day. "So..." she begins awkwardly. Charlotte perches herself up on the hood of Jeep. "How's not being in jail?"

The Hale rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Can we just move past that?"

"Yeah, sorry. Just don't really know what else to say..."

All of a sudden, a deafening screech echoes across the school grounds and out to the parking lot. Charlotte barks a loud laugh, and Derek shakes his head in disappointment with a sigh. "You've got to be kidding me," he mutters to himself.

"That- that was Scott?" she questions incredulously. The man nods, and she snickers, thoroughly amused with what she had heard. "But he sounds like a dying cat crossed with a bird!"

Derek studies her for a few seconds. His lips ever so slightly twitch upwards. "That he did," he agrees.

A few minutes pass, with albeit a slightly less uncomfortable silence, before a thunderous roar reaches them. Charlotte's ears ring as her head snaps toward the school, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Scott!"

Derek Hale looks pissed. Actually, pissed isn't the right word to describe his current mood. No, Charlotte thinks that he looks absolutely livid. And as Scott and Stiles rejoin them, both boys bouncing with pride, the adult confirms her thoughts. "I'm gonna kill both of you!" he yells. Gesturing up to the building they'd just come from, "What the fuck was that?" Stiles and Scott look at him innocently, the former with a large smile on his face. But when the boy faces his other best friend and sees her expression, it drops. "What, are you trying to attract the entire fucking state to the fucking school?"

"Sorry... I didn't know it would be that loud," Scott says sheepishly.

Stiles' grin returns as he fist bumps the boy. "Yeah. It was loud. And it was. Awesome!"

"Shut up," Derek snaps.

"Don't be such a sour wolf, dude! And Charles, what's with you?"

"I didn't realise how much I despised this idea until it actually started to take action. Scott, do you realise that not only have you probably attracted the entire fucking state-" she gestures to Derek in acknowledgement, and he nods whilst keeping his eyes narrowed at the teen wolf. "And I fully get that you wanted to call the Alpha, but based on his last adventure, he's most likely on a rampaging murder spree!" Scott winces at her shriek. "There's five of us, including your boss, and a large, very large, homicidal werewolf heading straight to us!"

"We'll be fine!"

She scoffs. "Yeah, you and Derek might be! But what about Stiles and I?" The Stilinski blanches as he begins to understand the severity of their situation. "I don't want to die tonight! Still got to watch The Notebook for the hundredth time with Lydia."

"Speaking of Deaton..." Scott turns to Derek accusingly. "What did you do with him?"

"What?" The older werewolf spins around and Charlotte does the same, only for them to see the car door wide open. Right where Scott's boss had been a few minutes ago. "I didn't do anything!" he exclaims defensively.

The girl nods to back him up. "He's right, Scott, I was here the whole time-"

She's interrupted by a low, menacing growl, and can only watch on in horror as Derek is lifted up into the air. Spluttering coughs leave his mouth as he chokes on the scarlet blood that spills out of his parted lips. The teenagers' eyes widen further, this time in fear, once they notice the Alpha holding Derek up by his claws. Then the creature tosses the man aside into a brick wall as if he weighed as light as a feather.

Charlotte's body momentarily shuts down, and her best friends have to pull her after them as they race back to the school. Forcefully pulling the doors shut, only terror is found in their eyes as they cautiously look out the window over to their cars where the Alpha was last seen, and Derek who looked extremely dead.

"Lock it!" Scott exclaims loudly. "One of you fucking lock it!"

Stiles' head whips over to him and he counters back, "Do we look like we have a key?"

"Well, grab something!"

"What do you us to grab? There's chairs, books-"

Scott throws his hands up at her rambling. "Charlie, anything!"

"Got it," she mutters quickly. However, Stiles hesitates from moving to help, and stands up from his crouching position to look back out the window. She shakes her head. "No, no, Stiles I know that look. Don't," she pleads.

Joining him by the door, Scott and Charlotte notice the bolt cutters from before lying a few meters outside from them. Stiles apologetically smiles, and before they can stop him, he opens the double doors and races out. "Stiles, stop!" Scott calls.

With her eyes now permanently widened, Charlotte directs her frustration onto the boy beside her. "Scott, you've got super-dog strength, why didn't you go get them?"

"Seriously?" he counters back heatedly.

She tries to take a deep breath. She needs to calm down. They always say that in an emergency situation, stay calm. It's easier said than done. "Fine... Moving on." Charlotte anxiously watches as Stiles moves closer to the tools, herself and Scott searching for the Alpha to jump out of the shadows and take their best friend to his death at any given moment. The boy slowly walks forward and reaches the bolt cutters right before Charlotte's heart quite literally stops beating. She reaches over and harshly shakes his arm. "Scott?" she whispers shakily.

"What, Cha-" Scott's own heart drops to his feet. "Oh, my fucking God."

Right behind the Jeep, the familiar black creature crawls out. Its shining ruby eyes survey the pair them from a distance while they scream as loudly as they can, "Stiles! Stiles, run!"

They watch their friend look up from the ground to see the werewolf running toward him at full speed, no doubt wanting to add him to the long list of murders. Stiles thickly swallows the growing lump in his throat and scrambles back to the door. As soon as Charlotte pulls him back inside, Scott swiftly opens the bolt cutters and uses the handles of the tool to lock the doors.

Grabbing her flashlight, the girl switches it on and moves it to shine outside. "Guys?" she murmurs anxiously. "Where the fuck is that thing?" Scott and Stiles frantically look outside to where the creature just was. Charlotte's exhale is uneven when the boys appear just as alarmed as she is. Her eyes dart down to the bolt cutters. "That's not gonna hold, is it?"

Stiles grimaces at her prediction. "Normally, yes, but adding the murderous werewolf to it, definitely not."

Looking around behind them at the empty school corridor, Scott notices a nearby classroom with its door wide open. As the small group race inside, the boys go to push a desk in front of the entrance until Charlotte calls out, "Stop, stop, stop. If that thing wants in, the door isn't stopping it."

Stiles closes his eyes. "Scott, she's right," he agrees.

She places her hand over her heart. "Oh, my God, we are so fucked."

"It's your boss."

Scott's head snaps over to Stiles in shock at his words. "Wait, what?"

Charlotte blinks. "Yeah, what?"

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss?"

"Wait, so that's why you had Derek kidnap him?"

"No!" Scott exclaims.

"No you didn't ask Derek, or no he's not the Alpha?" Charlotte frowns. "Because personally, I love Deaton, Scott. I thought we could have kept the friendsh-"

"No!"

Stiles' eyes narrow at the boy as he points out the door. "Yes! Murdering. Psychotic. Werewolf."

"That can't be-"

"Come on, Scott! He disappears from the car, then that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That isn't convenient timing to you?"

"It's not him," Scott continues to back up his boss.

"I gotta say, Stiles, Deats doesn't look like he's going around murdering people..."

"Charlotte, that's exactly what murderers look like! Scott, he killed Derek."

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

The girl remembers the vivid sight of the blood dripping down Derek's chin, then his lifeless body crumpled on the floor. "I don't know," she mutters grimly. "He looked pretty dead to me."

"Blood pouring out of his mouth isn't a minor injury, Scott. He's dead and we're next."

Charlotte stops her pacing to murmur, "Holy shit, we're gonna die..." Her voice raises. "Oh, my God! We're actually going to die!"

Stiles' wide eyes meet hers and he takes a small step toward her. "Hey, Lottie, we aren't going to die," he tries to tell her as calmly as he can.

Her eyes screw close as she tries to block out the intrusive thoughts swimming around in her brain. She especially tries to ignore the images of Scott and Stiles' corpses. "But if it's not us... Someone else is," she whispers. Running through her coping methods to prevent a panic attack, because it's quite literally the worst time for one to happen, Charlotte holds her breath before slowly exhaling. She leans her head against the wall behind her and tries to find something to physically ground her.

"Fine. Just, what do we do?"

"We get to my Jeep. Then we get the flying fuck outta here!"

"And Scott?" The boy looks over to her with raised brows. "If Stiles is right about Deaton... You really need to quit your job, like, immediately."

"As soon as possible," Stiles clarifies sternly.

The pair of males run over to the windows to try and open them, but pause when she interjects, "They won't open." Charlotte sighs once they spin around. "School's climate controlled."

Stiles shrugs and he moves to grab a nearby chair. "Who cares," he dismisses. "We'll break it!"

She rolls her eyes. "No, you idiots! That will make so much noise, it'll increase our already abnormally high chance of dying!"

"Then, uh... we run!" Scott states confidently. "We run, really, really fucking fast."

Charlotte grimaces. Their chances of outrunning an Alpha werewolf? Almost zero to none. But it's the best idea they've come up with. "Sold," she responds. "Best plan so far."

Scott tries to smile encouragingly at his friends, however, something catches his attention outside. He moves over to the window to peer out. "Wait, Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Charlotte follows his eyesight and clasps a hand over her mouth as she gasps.

Stiles scoffs at his words. "What do you mean?" he retorts defensively. "Nothing's wrong..."

"Stiles, it's bent," she breaks the news to him gently.

"What, like, dented?"

Scott shakes his head. "No... She means bent."

Stiles strides over and shoves the pair out of his way so he can get a good look at his prized vehicle. His jaw drops momentarily. "Oh, shit... What the fuck happened to my Jee-" An explosion of shattering glass from above them drowns out his words, and Scott instinctively moves to cover Charlotte with his body. The teens look up to see an object sliding to a stop on the opposite side of the room. Stiles' mouth falls open once again as he whispers, "That's my battery..."

The boy flinches to move toward the car-part but stops as a hand latches around his wrist. "Wait, he could be right out there," Scott warns.

"Guys, we need to move," Stiles counters.

Charlotte shakes her head. "Exactly! Scott, he is right outside!"

Scott sighs. "Fine. Just... Let me take a look, okay?" He slowly cranes his neck up to cautiously peer out the window. His eyes dart across the empty parking lot.

"Anything?"

"No," he mutters back.

"So can we fucking run now?" Charlotte whisper-yells.

Scott quickly shakes his head. "Run now!"

The two boys stand up to slowly walk out the classroom, however, they're pushed to the side as the girl barges past them into the hallway. "Run means run, not walk," she hisses at them.

They nervously glance both ways down the corridor until Scott directs, "This way."

Stiles grabs onto his friends' arms to stop them. "No, no, no, no, no."

"Stiles, what?"

"Somewhere without windows," he explains to them.

Charlotte's eyes widen with incredulity. "Every single room in the school has windows!"

"Well, then... Somewhere with less windows!"

It's silent for a few seconds, then realisation falls upon Scott's face as he says, "The locker room."

"What are we waiting for? Go, go, go!"

The small group of teenagers push each other as they break into sprints down the corridor, following the map of the school memorised within their minds. It doesn't take them long before they reach the locker room, and Scott pushes the door open for his friends to scramble inside after. "Stiles, call your dad," he rushes out.

The boy's head snaps over to him in surprise. "And tell him what?"

"Anything! Gas leak, fire, whatever! If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

Charlotte dryly swallows and looks at Stiles who has tensed at the possibility of bringing his father into their current situation. "But Scott, what if it doesn't?" she points out. "Then we're just putting his dad at risk, not to mention the whole Sheriff's department, because that dog doesn't look like it's gonna take a bone for a bribe."

"They have guns!" Scott protests.

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

"Then w-we have to- we have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott stammers, his tone wavering with uncertainty. He's just as scared as his friends. He's just hiding it a little better.

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

Charlotte's eyebrows furrow. "Yeah, how weird is that now you mention it?" What kind of person builds a school with nothing around it? How could that possibly aid someone in the running away from a giant, psychopathic supernatural creature?

"Charles, not now," Scott says in exasperation. "What about Derek's car?"

"Oh. Oh!" she exclaims in excitement. "Yeah, see now that's smart, Scott. That could definitely work."

Stiles paces around the room and nods in agreement. "Yep. All right, so we go outside and get the keys off the body. Lottie, that's your job. Then we take his car."

"Wait, why me?"

"You love dead bodies," he reminds her simply.

She frowns, but nods nonetheless. "Yeah... But not bodies I actually know... Plus I kinda liked Derek."

Stiles gives her a look. "You liked angry Yoda?"

"I mean, yeah."

Scott glances between them impatiently. "Not the point, guys! We grab Derek as well," he suddenly adds.

Stiles groans and he rolls his eyes. "Fine. But I'm not touching the body," he complains.

Charlotte goes over to the door but before her fingers can graze the handle, Scott grabs onto her upper arm. "Scott, what is it?"

"I think I heard something..."

"Like what?"

"Shut up!"

She scoffs in disbelief and loudly whispers back, "Fine!"

Scott pulls his friends behind him protectively, and they slowly back away from the door. Charlotte grabs Stiles' flashlight that is still on and turns the switch off. A shadow passes by the small, glass window in the door. "Hide!" Stiles immediately runs forward and opens a nearby locker door, slamming it shut behind him. She almost rolls her eyes. So much for trying to be quiet.

Charlotte and Scott turn to one another, then race to find one themselves. Once inside, the girl peers out through the grate, nervously awaiting what's to come. She's petrified. She sees the door to the room slowly creak open, and she places a hand over her mouth to try and quieten her laboured breathing. A locker opens and her eyes widen in shock as someone screams. "Son of a bitch!"

Pushing herself out of the confined space, she joins her friends to find Stiles and Scott already out with the janitor. "Quiet!" Scott quickly instructs the man.

"Quiet my ass!" he snaps back. "What were you kids trying to do, kill me?" Turning to see the blonde-haired girl now with them, he shakes his head. It's all too much. "No. All of you, get out!"

"Wait!" Scott begs him. "Please, just listen for a second-"

"Get the hell out of here, right now."

Stiles rolls his eyes in irritation. If only he would shut up and let them tell him exactly what's lurking outside. "Oh, God! Just one second to explain-"

"Just shut up and go!" The man pushes them out of the room, but the teenagers are only outside for a mere second before they watch the janitor disappear back into the locker room, the door slamming shut behind him. They turn to one another in confusion.

Charlotte's heart rockets up into her throat as the innocent man is shoved up against the frosted window, his hands marking the glass with stains of red. She grips onto both Stiles' and Scott's hands for some sort of comfort when his screams finally reach their ears. Fists banging on the door, the victim desperately screeches for help, and Scott being Scott runs forward to open it. Charlotte's eyes widen, she and Stiles grabbing onto either one of his arms to stop him. "Hey, no, no, that thing is in there with him!" she points out lowly.

Grabbing Scott, the three make a run for it down the corridor, hoping to lose the Alpha that is now distracted by the dying janitor. Charlotte breathes heavily, a deadly concoction of fear and adrenaline rushing through her veins. As they reach another set of double doors that is their exit, they try to push them open, only to discover it's locked shut. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Stiles mutters.

"Scott, use your wolf strength!"

The boy nods and manages to pry the door open far enough to notice something blocking them in from the outside. "It's a dumpster," he tells them.

Charlotte shakes her head in bewilderment. "Oh, my God, he pushed it against the doors to block us out... It's not a dumb dog after all."

"Stiles, stop!"

Stiles finishes his attempts to open to door himself, and he huffs in defeat, pulling Charlotte with him down the hallway. She tries to regulate her breathing by playing with the hair tie. "I am not dying here," he states firmly. "I am not dying at school! Scott, couldn't you have picked a better place for us to die in?"

"We aren't going to die." The werewolf glances between his friends before repeating more confidently "We are not going to die."

Charlotte squeezes her eyes shut. "But someone already has..."

"God, what the fuck is it doing?" Stiles questions in confusion. "What does it want?"

Scott sighs. "Me."

The girl snorts. "Wow, self-centred much?"

"He wants me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Fabulous. So, we currently have a psychotic, slightly smart, murderous dog who has a passion for teamwork." Charlotte almost pinches herself to make sure this is real. As they look down to the other end of the corridor, Scott pauses. He turns to look out of the wall of windows and notices what's crouched atop of the roof. His friends follow his line of sight, and they all inhale deeply at the red eyes boring into their souls. But when the Alpha begins running toward them on the roof top, that's when the proper panic sets in.

The teenagers sprint through the dark hallways of the school, not looking back when they hear glass shatter behind them. It's inside. Scott suddenly pulls his friends through another set of doors, and they make their way down the stairwell to the lower level of the school.

Pushing their bodies up against a row of lockers, they try to listen for any noise. "This is it, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," Charlotte murmurs repetitively to herself. Scott peers around the corner of the wall, then a booming roar follows. "Scott-"

"Go!"

Their bodies go rigid at his words, then they break off into a sprint to continue down the hall. "Okay, we have to do something!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, Scott! Killing it would be ideal!" Charlotte's hands begin to tremble in fear as the creature continues to create deafening noises out of anger. He's still hungry. And they're the dinner.

"Killing it is great," Stiles confirms with a nod. "Or we could hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it... Something!" Doors slam, and their breaths catch in their throats as claws click against the tiled floors. The boy reaches into his pocket and curls his fingers around the keys.

"Stiles, what-"

He interrupts Scott's questioning with, "Shh! Shh, shh, shh!" He holds the chain, keys dangling in his fingers, then throws them out the door beside them. A growl suddenly reaches their ears and Stiles yells out, "Desk! Desk, desk!"

"This isn't going to do anything," she points out. "Same as before." Just as she says this, another deafening roar is let out next to them and Charlotte jumps in fear.

Scott takes a deep breath. "It's good enough for now."

Metal screeches as the piece of furniture is pushed up against the door, successfully blocking the werewolf from entering. They flinch away when the door suddenly jerks open a few inches, however, it slams against the desk. Another roar of rage. All three share a small smile as the growls dissipate into the distance. It worked. For now.

Charlotte and Scott jump across the metal desk and quickly press their backs back up against the tiled wall. Then, Stiles leans closer toward the door. "Stiles!" Scott hisses in alarm. "What are you doing?"

The boy flinches at the brief touch on his shoulder before replying, "I just wanna get a look at it..."

Charlotte stares at him as if he's the Alpha. "Are you fucking insane?" Scott furiously nods his head to back her up.

"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles counters, as if it would reassure them. "It's not gonna get out!"

"Stiles, all that's separating that thing and us is this door! And I think it could break through the door if it wants to!" Charlotte watches on in worry as Stiles ignores her words and climbs onto the desk to shine his flashlight into the security screen-like-window of the door.

"Yeah! Aha! That's right we got you..."

"Will you shut up!"

"I'm not scared of this thing!" Stiles protests. Charlotte is reminded of the moment with Derek in the cop car a few weeks ago. Another growl resounds on the other side of the door. Suddenly, a taloned hand slams against the metal window. Stiles scrambles off the desk in fear. "I'm not scared of you," he quickly collects himself. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any-"

A loud crash interrupts his sentence, and the teenagers look back through to the locker room to materials from the ceiling landing onto the ground. When dull thuds sound from above them, they slowly crane their necks upward. Charlotte's heart beats faster as they see large dents appear in the panels, Stiles' flashlight highlighting the movements. Finally, one of the panels creaks as it breaks away from its counterparts, and that's all it takes for the girl to harshly pull on the sleeves of the boys' jackets. "Run!"

As fast as their feet can carry them, the group sprint for their lives out into the corridor once more. It's like a never-ending battle. After racing through the school for a few minutes without a single interaction with the Alpha, Scott slows down. "Wait, wait, do you hear that?" he asks his friends, wondering if it's something he's imagining or not.

"Hear what?"

"It sounds like a phone ringing," he responds nervously.

Stiles' eyebrows raise. "What?"

Scott looks off into the distance, then his eyes widen in realisation. "I know that ring," he says. "It's Allison's phone."

Charlotte scrunches up her nose. "Kinda creepy you know that..."

After trying multiple times, Scott finally reaches the Argent through Stiles' phone. He had mentioned earlier that during a 'training session' with Derek, the older werewolf had thrown his phone and broken it. "Hey, it's me," he greets his girlfriend. "Where are you right now?"

Stiles and Charlotte glance at each other and she whispers to him, "Do you know what's going on?"

He shakes his head cluelessly. "No idea."

"Where? Where are you exactly?" Allison replies to him, something the humans aren't able to hear, and they watch Scott fall with immense concern. "Get to the lobby! Go now!"

As he hangs up the phone, Charlotte takes another look at Scott's face and she connects the dots. "Oh, my fuck- are you kidding me?" she exclaims loudly. "She's here?" Scott nods and they start back up to the entrance of the school. Right where Allison is currently heading.

𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰.