This had to be the beginning of a horror movie. Like seriously. This can't be happening. This had to be hell. I refused to let go of Stiles' hand. We all had our backs pressed against the doors. "Lock it, lock it!" Scott yelled, looking back at Stiles.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled back, shaking his head.

"Grab something!" Scott yelled. All of us looked around, trying to find anything we could use to block the door. Stiles' eyes went wide as he turned around, looking out of the door window. Scott and I did the same to try and figure out what Stiles' brilliant idea was. The bolt cutters were lying just a few feet from the door. "No." Scott and I said at the same time, looking back at Stiles. What was he thinking? Is he insane?!

"Yes." Stiles objected.

"Stiles, no, don't." But Stiles didn't listen, letting go of my hand. He looked at me like he wanted to say something but he chickened out, running out the door. He pulled the door shut behind him as both Scott and I pressed ourselves against the door. We could only watch what happened. I felt myself shaking as I watched Stiles creep slowly from the door, towards the bolt cutters. He was picking them off the ground when Scott and I both saw the same thing. "Run! Stiles! Stiles!" Stiles looked up at us for a second to see what was going on and when he turned around he saw the same thing we did. The Alpha came from around the back of the jeep and as soon as he saw Stiles, he made a break for him. Stiles scrambled up the steps of the school, running to the door. We shut them tight behind us as Stiles slipped the bolt cutters into the door handles. As soon as it was in the door, I hit Stiles' chest. He looked at me shocked.

"Stiles! What the hell were you thinking?!" Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but I glared at him. "Don't ever do something that stupid ever again!" I gripped his arm tight, not wanting to let go.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked as we backed away from the door.

The Alpha was nowhere in sight. Stiles looked between me and my brother, shaking his head. "Probably not." The Alpha howled loudly and we all sprinted down the hall. My hands weren't wrapped around Stiles' arm anymore, but he held my hand in his as we ran into a classroom, shutting the door behind us. The door wasn't going to stay shut by itself.

"The desk." Stiles pointed out. The three of us ran to the desk and started to move it but it made too much noise. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles pointed out. I knew he was right, but I didn't want him to be. I didn't want to die. "It's your boss." Stiles panted, shaking his head.

"What?" Scott gave him a disbelieving look.

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles elaborated. Scott shook his head, but I was convinced. How could it not be Deaton?

"No." I was feeling antsy as it was, we didn't need to start an argument now.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." Before Scott could object, again, I ran a hand through my hair, looking back at Scott and Stiles.

"It really doesn't matter who the Alpha is or isn't right now. We need to get out of here. He's already killed Derek. What do you think he's going to do to us?" I asked the two of them, though the question was definitely rhetorical.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." I glared at Scott.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next." Stiles scoffed, waving his arm between the three of us.

"Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott asked. We both looked at Stiles.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Scott and I both nodded as we followed Stiles to the windows. Scott tried to open it but it didn't seem to budge even a little bit. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled." I looked back at Stiles. Couldn't he have mentioned that a bit sooner?

"Then we break it." Scott suggested, slowly.

"That will just make a lot of noise." I replied, shaking my head. I looked out the window, staring at Stiles' jeep. There was something wrong with it.

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast." Stiles scoffed at Scott's plan.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" I asked him, bringing both their attention to me.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." I looked harder, shaking my head.

"No, there's definitely something wrong. It's bent." Stiles and Scott walked towards the window, all three of us pressed against the glass.

"What, like, dented?" I knew how much the jeep meant to Stiles. He wouldn't like this one bit.

"No, I mean bent -" The window shattered and glass rained down on us as we fell to the floor. Scott held me close, trying to shield me from the glass that was still falling. Something black slid across the floor in front of us and as soon as the glass stopped falling, we uncovered our faces to look at it.

"What the hell?" I stared at the object, still staying close to my brother.

"That's my battery." Stiles snapped as he went to stand up but Scott pulled him to the floor quickly.

"Don't." Stiles looked at Scott wildly.

"We have to move." Stiles argued.

"He could be right outside." Scott hissed. I looked back at my brother, nodding.

"He is right outside!" I sighed.

"Just let me take a look." Scott mumbled, getting up. I stayed where I was, looking over at Stiles. He offered me his hand, and I gripped it tight. Scott looked out the window and after a minute, Stiles looked up at him.

"Nothing?" I looked up at Scott, waiting for his reply.

"No." I sighed, thankful.

"Can we move now?" I asked and Scott nodded. We all stood up, Stiles hand still in mine as we ran out of the classroom. We walked through the hallways, Stiles and Scott trying to find a place to hide. It had to be somewhere without windows, but almost every classroom in this school had windows.

"The locker room." Scott finally said. I looked back at the boys, not really wanting to go into the boys locker room, but knowing we had no other choice. We rushed into the sealed room, closing the door behind us. I let myself rest against a locker while I caught my breath.

"It smells god-awful in here." I spoke up, trying not to breath in with my nose. This was worse than the girls' locker room. The girls' locker room had dozens of different perfumes sprayed but the boys' locker room had the strong odor of sweat mixed with axe body spray and it sucked. Stiles and Scott ignored me though, beginning their own argument.

"Call your dad." Scott insisted and Stiles glared at Scott, shaking his head.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know." Scott groaned, his voice almost as hoarse as mine. "Anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off." Scott fumed as Stiles threw his hands up in the air.

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" Stiles retorted, fixating his glare on Scott.

"They have guns." Scott stated, but now it was my turn to scoff.

"Seriously, Scott. Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" I crossed my arms over my chest, knowing my brother tried to never argue with me. He always lost. Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Then we - we have to - We have to find a way out and just run for it." I wanted to start pacing but I knew it wouldn't help.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles told him. I bit my lip, looking back at Stiles and Scott.

"What about Derek's car?" I asked the two of them.

"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car." I sighed, liking that there was a plan coming into place.

"And him." Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Whatever." Scott's eyes went wide as he looked back at the both of us. "What?"

"I think I heard something." My eyes went wide as I gripped Stiles' hand tighter.

"Like what?" Scott didn't answer, but soon his eyes went wide again.

"Quiet." He looked around the room and then back to us. "Hide." Stiles pulled me into a locker with him and shut the door. These lockers were large enough for one person to fit in them. Not two. Stiles and I were pressed against each other in a way that would've been great if we were dating. But we're not, so it's just a little bit awkward. His lips were barely a few inches from mine. He must have heard something because he put his hand over my mouth, so I would stay quiet. I heard someone scream and my eyes went wide as Stiles and I fell out of the locker only to see the janitor. I breathed out, not being able to help the smile of relief that came onto my face.

"Son of a bitch!" The janitor yells out. Scott's eyes go wide as he looks around.

"Quiet!"

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All three of you need to get out." He tells us. Stiles steps forward.

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" The janitor glares at us, shoving us out of the locker room.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right. Now." He pushed up back into the hall and Stiles is still trying to explain.

"God, just one second to explain." Stiles begs but the janitor shakes his head.

"Just shut up and go-" The janitor is yanked back and the food to the locker room is shut. Our eyes go wide as blood is splattered onto the door, the janitor screaming for his life. Scott tried to open the door but it was too late. Stiles dragged both of us away as we ran down the hall again.

I had no idea how I was not freaking out more about this. Maybe I just could not get more scared than I am right now. So I did what any normal person scared out of their minds would do. I made a joke. "I should join the cross country team with all this running I'm doing." I forced a laugh as we continued running, but no one else laughed. We ran down the halls to the back exit where we tried to push open the doors but they were blocked by something. "What the hell?" I groaned, trying to push open the doors. Scott stuck his head through to see what was blocking our path, sighing as he came out.

"It's a dumpster." I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to push the door open again.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." I groaned as I tried to shove open the doors by myself. I was losing it.

"Bella, stop!" Scott said, grabbing my arms. I could feel the warm tears falling down my face and I brushed them away angrily.

"We're not going to die." Scott tried to reassure me. "I won't let him kill you." He looked back to Stiles. "Either of you."

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?" Stiles asked as we all looked down the hallway wearily.

"Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack." I scoffed as Scott groaned.

"Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teen work. That's - that's beautiful." Scott's arm slammed into our chests as we stopped moving. We glanced out the window to see the alpha running across the roof towards us. We turned around and started running again.

We ran down the stairs as the alpha crashed through the windows, chasing after us. Stiles still had his hand in mine and we both refused to let go. Once more we were pressed against lockers, but this time I think we were in the boiler room. I couldn't tell. I shut my eyes tight, before we started running again, but this time it felt like we were stuck inside a maze. "All right, we have to do something." Stiles said, walking backwards. I was in front of them, looking for the nearest door.

"Like what?" Scott asked.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something." It was silent. The only thing we heard were the sounds of the boiler room. Stiles reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his keys. He tried to silence them before throwing them across the room. We bolted for the nearest door when we heard the werewolf follow the sounds of the keys. "The desk. Come on, the desk." The three of us moved the desk to block the door, locking the alpha in the boiler room. And for the most part, it seemed to work.