The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Eleven ꕥ

Jackson look as Scott in shock, "Derek killed the janitor?"

"Are you sure?" Allison asks.

Scott nods and then lies, "I saw him."

I clench my hands into fists and narrow my eyes at Scott. He is blaming Derek who is laying mostly dead out in the parking lot.

"The mountain li-" Lydia begins speaking.

Scott cuts her off with the same lie, "No, Derek killed them."

"All of them?"

Scott nods, "Yeah, starting with his own sister."

"The bus driver?" Allison's questions are staring to get on my nerves as well.

"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." Scott snaps.

"Call the cops." Jackson deadpans as if it was that simple.

"No," Stiles replies quickly.

"Wh-what do you mean 'No'?" Jackson asks with a dumbfounded expression.

"I mean no. You wanna hear it in spanish? No." Stiles says, adding an accent to the last no. "Look," he continues, "Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department." Jackson fights back, "Call him."

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

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec-" Stiles pleas, his face desperate.

Lydia's face changes and she begins speaking into the phone, "Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to-" Her face contorts to one of confusion as she stutters out, "B-but!" She pulls the phone away from her face, looking down at it in disgust, "She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asks in a snobby voice.

"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 says in such a defeated voice.

"Okay, then call again." Allison urges.

"No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles says, speaking from experience when we prank called Marry seven times last summer.

"What the - what-what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison lists off questions, her face desperate for answers we can't give her. We all look to Scott who somehow has all the answers tonight.

"Why's everyone looking at me?!"

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No. I mean," Scott corrects, getting annoyed by all the questions, "I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison interrogates, crossing her arms.

"I don't know!" Scott yells, throwing his arms out.

Allison flinches back, shocked by his outburst.

"All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles steps in, pulling Scott away from his girlfriend.

"Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done." Stiles says as soon as we are far enough away.