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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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.
