Uncertainty - Stiles Stilinski [1]

thirteen

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott screamed as we made it into the school building. "Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles asked. I leaned myself against the wall next to the door and tried to catch my breath. Either, the alpha wanted to kill us or it wanted us in our pack. 

"Just grab something!" I gasped. 

"What?" Stiles shouted. Scott took a huge breath, "Anything!"

Stiles got up and looked out the window, getting an idea. I rushed to his side and looked out as well. As I saw the pliers lying on the ground, I knew what he was about to do, "No, Stiles! Don't!"

"Yes", he objected. 

Scott got up, too. "No" he said as well but it was too late. Stile opened the door within seconds and rushed out. Scott closed the door after Stiles left. "He's insane!" I fumed. "We don't have another plan" Scott asserted. I rolled my eyes, "Is that so? We could just ran away, get in Stiles car and drive away!" I implied. 

I looked out again and saw the alpha crawling behind Stiles' jeep. "Oh no" I mumbled. Scott saw the alpha, too, and banged on the window, signaling to Stiles to run away, "Run! Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles turned around and saw the glowing eyes. The alpha ran to Stiles, ready to attack him. Stiles stumbled backwards, grabbed the pliers and ran up the stairs. I opened the door and Stiles rushed in, positioning the bolt cutters in place to keep the door shut. I grabbed Stiles' arm, "You okay?"

"I think so" he muttered.

"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asked. I stood next to him and looked outside. "It's gone" I mumbled and closed my eyes. 

Great, we were stuck in school at night with a monster outside, trying to kill us. Derek was dead. And we were probably the next ones. 

"That won't hold, will it?" I asked. Stiles shook his head, "Probably not."

"Great."

Yes, this was our end. 

Stiles flashed his flashlight on the floor. It ran out of battery, of course. 

"We're going to die, right?" I stammered. 

Stiles took my hand and gave it a light squeeze, "I hope not."

The alpha then howled loudly and I took off running into the first open class room I found. Scott and Stiles followed me and closed the door. I stood next to the blackboard and leaned myself against the wall. 

"The desk!" Stiles said and they got it. Scott and Stiles grabbed the desk, moving it to the door but it made some loud noises on the floor so they stopped. "Stop! Stop!" Stiles whispered and turned to the door, "The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know" Scott admitted. 

I took all the courage inside of me and said what nobody wanted to say, "It's your boss, Scott."

"What?"

"It's Deaton, the alpha? Your boss" I replied. "No" he argued. 

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf!" Stiles countered. 

"That can't be" he denied. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Oh come on. He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him!" Scott retorted. 

"He killed Derek!" I hissed and pointed my finger out, where Derek's dead body laid. "No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."