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THE SCHOOL DOORS SLAM SHUT, shaking on their hinges as Scott and Stiles grip the handlebars with everything they've got.

"Lock it, lock it!"

Stiles looks around frantically, "Do I look like I have a key?"

"Grab something-"

While Scott clutches the handlebars, Stiles looks out the doors to the bolt cutters leaning against the wall outside.

"What?"

"Anything."

"No." Scott frowns already knowing exactly what Stiles was thinking.

"Yes."

"No, Stiles, don't-"

But he pushes past Scott, stepping out into the cold air. Holding still, Stiles glances into the darkness. All he sees is the breath pluming from his lips. Then feet moving, he races to the side of the building where the bolt cutters lie. Grabbing them, he turns back to see Scott staring out the glass doors. Trying to speak.

Trying to say- Run.

Stiles slowly turns his head as something lopes out of the darkness, a swiftly moving animal coming right for him. Stiles charges back in with the bolt cutters. Scott grabs the other handle, the two of them fumbling to get both sides of the tool down into the bars, a makeshift lock.

"Ow what the hell?"

Stiles quickly kneels down beside Luna checking on her. A large claw mark had tainted her perfectly tanned skin. He dabs her head with his jacket sleeve.

"You okay?"

"No! I'm not okay! I just got thrown across the parking lot, that thing attacked Derek, and now we're stuck in this creepy ass school at nighttime. Not even mentioning this is probably gonna scar."

Stiles grimaces, "You still look great."

Groaning, Luna stands up with the help of the two boys. Hearing a howl they slowly retreat back, taking each step faster and faster until they're running. The three hurtle into a dark classroom.

"T-the d-desk."

Stiles and Scott slip around the teacher's desk and start pushing it toward the door only to flinch at the loud squeal of metal against tile.

Luna frowns holding her hands up, "Stop, stop!"

Holding still, they speak fast.

"The door's not going to keep it out." Stiles whispers.

Scott nods, "I know-"

"It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton. The Alpha. Your boss."

Luna nods agreeing with Stiles.

"No-"

"Yes. Murdering, psycho werewolf."

"It can't be."

Luna slaps the back of Scott's head, "It is you idiot."

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

"It's not him."

"He killed Derek."

"Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Luna frowns.

Stiles gives her a sad look, "Blood spurted out of his mouth. That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead. We're next."

"Okay j-just w-what do we do?"

Stiles shrugs looking around, "We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job. Good?"

Scott nods.

They turn to the windows to view the parking lot. Quietly stepping to the furthest window, they spot Stiles's Jeep sitting in the lot about twenty yards away.

Scott puts his hands on the window sill as Stiles quickly warns, "They don't open. The school's climate controlled."

"Then we break it."

Luna scoffs, "Yeah sure alert the alpha by making a lot of noise."

"So then we run fast." Scott suggests.

They glance back to the Jeep. Now seeming much further away.

"Really fast."

While Stiles starts looking for something to break one of the windows, Scott goes closer to the glass. Stiles pulls Luna to the side a bit. He opens his mouth to speak but freezes when a voice in his head tells him to shut up. That voice being Luna.

'Wait a second you can read minds too?'

'Yes but I don't do it a lot. You know... invasion of privacy.'

'That's so cool. But back to the situation at hand. Can't you like fly us out of here?'

Luna stares at him blankly, 'Number one, I don't have wings. Number two, y'all are two heavy teen boys and I'm a fun sized teen girl. Number three... seriously?'

Stiles rolls his eyes, 'Okay but you appear out of nowhere a lot. Can't you do that with us?'

Luna frowns, 'I can't use my powers while the Alpha is around. I've been hidden for years and ever since he arrived that's the only time I've used them. It's really dangerous and if the wrong person figures out what I am, I could die. Or be in a situation worse than right now.'

Stiles sighs putting his hand on his chin.

"Hey Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

Stiles frowns at Scott and walks over to stand beside him, "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent."

"You mean dented?"

Scott shakes his head, "I mean bent."

Stiles cups his eyes to the window. Oddly, the Jeep's hood twists up toward the windshield like the top of a tin can.

"What the hell happened to my-"

An explosion of glass by their heads sends them screaming to the floor. Ducked under the window, they look past raised arms to see something skidding across the tile and slamming to a stop on the opposite side of the room amid a shower of broken glass.

It's the Jeep's battery, wires hanging off it.

The three sit frozen underneath the classroom window, staring at the Jeep's battery in front of them.

"That's my battery."

Scott nods. Both of them gazing at it, stunned.

Luna sighs, "Can we move now? I'd rather not hide in a room with an open window. "

They get up, scrambling across the tile floor. The classroom door cracks open. They glance down the opposite ends of the corridor, nervously drifting forward.

"This way."

"No, n-no somewhere without windows." Stiles suggests.

Luna frowns, "Every single room in this building has windows."

Stiles shrugs, "Somewhere with less windows."

Scott nods realizing, "The locker room."

The door opens, Scott and Stiles hurrying inside. Stiles turns around see Luna grimacing at the doorway looking around.

"What are you doing?"

"It stinks in there."

"Oh come on."

He pulls her arm making her stumble into the locker room.

"Call your Dad."

"What?" Luna and Stiles both stare at Scott like he's crazy.

"Call. Your. Dad."

"And tell him what?"

"Anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot fill with police cars it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight including my Dad?"

"They have guns."

Luna groans throwing her head back, "Really this is a werewolf, a freaking werewolf. Not a wild dog with rabies."

"And Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down. Remember that?"

"Then we have to... We have to find a way out and run for it." Scott says looking around.

"There's nothing near the school for half a mile."

"What about Derek's car?"

Stiles nods glancing at Luna's sad face, "That could work. We go out. Grab the keys from his body. Take his car."

"And him."

Stiles waves a hand disregarding Luna's statement, "Fine, whatever. If we have to."

"Yes."

"Fine."

But as Stiles reaches for the door, Scott stops him.

"What?"

"I think I heard something."

"Like what?"

"Quiet."

Still gripping Stiles's arm, Scott listens, nervous breath rising. Stiles moves to take his hand off the doorknob, but Scott clenches down on his arm, a signal to stop.

A shadow passes by the mottled glass window of the door. Mere centimeters from them. Scott eases off Stiles's arm, slowly stepping back.

"Hide." Scott whispers barely audible.

Stiles draws back into the darkness with him. They both glance around in terrified desperation.

There is nowhere to hide.

Stiles looks to Scott with pleading eyes. But Scott doesn't seem to know what to do either. So... Stiles reaches for a locker door. And climbs right in pulling Luna with him.

Scott panics realizing now he would have to figure out a hiding place, "No, S-Stiles."

But then a second later, Scott slips into the locker across from Stiles to hide as well.

Inside the locker, Stiles holds still trying to control his breathing, trying to quiet his heartbeat. Luna grips his hand tightly breathing slowly and calmly. Stiles feels his angst lower and his heart start to relax.

The locker door room opens. A large, dark figure enters. An odd clicking sound on the concrete floor.

Through the locker air vents,  Scott watches the shape pass by him. He can see Stiles through his own vent holes, eyes wide and terrified.

Suddenly, the locker door yanks open revealing the janitor. He screams in surprise, staggering back. Before Scott can get a word out to explain, Stiles and Luna stumbles out of the opposite locker.

"Son of a bitch!"

Scott grabs him, trying to keep the terrified man on his feet, "Q-quiet please... quiet!"

"Quiet, my ass. Are you trying to kill me? What kind of freaky shit are you three into?"

"Wait what?" Luna frowns looking at the confused man.

Gasping, the Janitor leans against the locker looking like he's on the verge of a heart attack, "All of you. Get out."

Stiles sighs, "Just listen for half a second, okay?"

"No, not okay. Get the hell out of here. Right now!"

The door slams open into the hallway, Luna, Scott, and Stiles are pushed out by the furious Janitor.

"Just one second to explain-"

"Shut up and go."

Then, hand still on the door, the Janitor suddenly whips back into the locker room, swinging the door shut with him.

The movement happens so quickly it leaves Scott and Stiles staring in utter confusion at the closed door. Luna stares in awe and shock.

The alpha was in there with them and he didn't do anything. Maybe he was taunting them. Maybe he was to scare them. That's what she thought until the janitor's face comes slamming back to the door's glass window.

Stiles covers Luna's eyes with his hand as them and Scott stagger away in shock as the body of the Janitor slams forward again, rattling the door in its frame.

All three of them scream, racing down the corridor as the locker room door wrenches off its hinges, bursting into the corridor and falling to the floor. The Janitor's dead body collapses down onto the door and then in one swift motion is dragged back into the darkness of the locker room.

...

Feet flying across the floor, the teens race for the exit at the end of the hall. They reach the fire door handles at the same time, pushing down and shoving forward.

The doors open, but only an inch, clanging against something behind them. Pushing again, they hear the same metallic clang. Something is on the other side, blocking the doors.

"What the hell?"

Scott peers out the open inch of the door, "It's a dumpster. A garbage dumpster."

The two slowly retreat a few steps.

Luna shakes her head staring with wide eyes, "He pushed it in front of the doors to trap us in. He's toying with us. First Derek, now the janitor..."

Stiles looks away from Luna as a tear runs down her cheek. He turns, backing into the door, trying to his feet and move the dumpster behind it.

"Help me."

The door clangs against the dumpster again and keeps trying to muscle it open.

"Stiles, stop."

"I'm not dying here. I'm especially not dying in school."

"We're not going to die."

"Then what's it doing? What does it want?"

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

"Great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's beautiful."

Luna chuckles to herself rubbing the tears from her eyes.

They retreat from the doors again, looking down the other end of the hall. But their cautious progression comes to a halt when Scott pauses. He turns to the wall of windows at the side of the corridor looking out on the courtyard and opposite side of the school.

On the roof, a figure crouches in the darkness, red eyes gazing directly at them.

The three start moving, running, nearly stumbling over each other as the alpha bounds from one level of the roof to the next, landing and leaping in the same instant as the three race ahead. Behind them glass explodes into the hallway, the Alpha crashing back into the school.

Scott grabs the two, pulling them to the adjacent stairwell, "Down, down!"

They race into the lower level of the school, running for safety

...

Luna, Scott, and Stiles back into the basement of slipping around corners. Florescent lights with an electric crackling.

"We have to do something." Stiles says shaking his head.

"Like what?"

"Kill it. Hurt it. Inflict mental anguish on it. Something."

"I vote kill..." Luna mumbles.

Stiles glances at the doors with mesh cage windows in them, old and dirty lockers lying open inside. Trying to think fast, eyes darting as a door slams behind them.

Holding still, they hear a strange clicking on the floor, claws tapping against the tile. Stiles's eyes move from the thin corridor to where several old administrative desks lie stacked against the wall. Scott catches his look, seeing an idea come to fruition.

Stiles slowly, very slowly moves his hand into his coat pocket to pull out his car keys. He brings them up. They jangle softly, causing both boys to flinch and Luna to cover her eyes in fear.

Scott glares at Stiles, eyes nearly coming out of his head. Especially when his friend rears back and throws the keys. They land right in one of the cage rooms, clattering against the wall. Something blues past, a massive shape in the darkness, soaring in after the keys. Without hesitating, Stiles jumps out of the shadows and slams the door shut behind it.

"Scott-- get the desk-- the desk!"

With barely a second to comprehend the plan, Scott rushes to one of the steel desks and rams it against the closed door. Stiles slips out of the way as the door jerks forward hitting the side of the desk.
The Alpha roars from inside the cage room, slamming into the door. But the desk wedges between it and the opposite wall.

The Alpha can't get out.

They trapped it.

Scott and Stiles turn to each other in a moment of pure triumph as Luna face remains uneasy.

𝑊ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡?

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜?

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑝?

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