Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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DARKNESS.
Then--in a brief flash of light-- Stiles appears with a loud crack. A sound like the crack of thunder.
Darkness again.
Pitch black.
Stiles calls out, but his voice sounds muffled, distant.
"Derek."
Darkness.
Stiles appears again, body swinging about with another cracking boom and then-- darkness.
"Derek, come on!"
More quick flashes go by as Derek blinks back to conscious. Stiles slaps him harder, the crack of palm to cheek filling the elevator.
"Stiles do you have to hit him so hard?"
Stiles turns to Luna shrugging, "He'll heal... anyways he deserves this and more..."
"Stiles..." Luna tries to hide her small smile as she shakes her head. It wasn't the time for jokes and smiles but Stiles always found a way to bring ease to any troubled situations.
Stiles turns back to Derek and pulls his arm back, this time closing his fist. It quickly brings it down just as Derek catches him by the wrist. Blinking frantically, Derek glances about the elevator and out its open doors to the deserted corridor.
"Where is she?"
"Jennifer? Gone. With Scott's mom."
Derek frowns sitting up straight, "She took her?"
Luna scoffs, "Of course she did. What'd you think was going to happen? She's nothing but a slimy conniving deceiving bitch."
Stiles nods, "And if that wasn't enough of a kick to the balls, Scott also left with Deucalion. So get up. The police are coming and we need to get you the hell out of here."
With Stiles's help, Derek begins to rise. But he pauses as another alarming realization hits him.
"What about Cora?"
...
Foot to the brake pedal, Isaac slams the truck to a halt in the rear parking lot of the hospital. In the back, with a still unconscious Cora, Peter glances up.
"You see the twins?"
Peter shakes his head, "No. But I see the Argents."
Through the windshield, they spot out of the shadows, hurrying from the hospital.
A howl pierces the night, halting Allison, "What is it?"
Chris frowns, "A retreat."
"That's good, right?"
"Maybe."
Allison and Argent slipping the building just as a movement catches Allison's eye. A silhouette against the building makes her raise her bow, aiming at a face stepping into the light-- Morrell. Then, just as suddenly, she's gone.
