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Leah wiped away angry tears and Stiles looked to her, a comforting look in his eyes. It took all she had not to curse Scott out right then and punch him in the face – sure, he had werewolf healing abilities and that shit would probably break her hand, but she wouldn't care in the slightest. It would be worth it.
"Call the cops, your dad." Jackson spoke up, his voice surprisingly shaky.
"No." Stiles shook his head defiantly.
"What do you mean, no?" He growled back.
"Want to hear it in Spanish? Noh." Stiles enunciated, adding a thick Hispanic accent. "Look, Derek already killed three people. We don't know what he's armed with." Leah glared at Scott and Stiles from across the room, her breathing hard as she bit her tongue, wanting to shout the truth.
"Your dad's a cop," Jackson seethed. "He's armed with an entire police department. Call him!"
"You know what, I'll call." Lydia pulled her phone out. Stiles made a move to stop her, but Jackson took a step forward and shoved him; face hard, a silent warning not to touch her.
The phone call only lasted a few seconds.
"They hung up on me," Lydia said baffled.
"The police hung up on you?" Leah asked.
"They said they received a tip about possible prank calls about a break in at the school. She said if I call again, she'd trace my phone and have me arrested!"
"Okay, then. Call again!" Allison insisted.
"No, they won't trace a cell. And they'll send someone to your house before they send anyone here."
"Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison asked Leah.
"Scott?" Leah asked, letting him take it away. This was his problem. He blamed it on Derek; he could dig us out of this hole he had created.
"Don't look at me." He defended himself.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked.
"No! I mean- I don't know!"
"Is he the one that called the police?" Wondered a frightened Allison.
"I don't know!" Scott yelled. Allison puckered her lips, shook her head, and turned away, ignoring everyone in the room. Leah did the same, leaning herself against a wall and silently trying to calm herself down. Jackson began bickering with Stiles and before she knew it, Stiles had punched him in the face.
"Jackson!" Allison gasped, "Are you okay?" She rushed to his side, cradling his face to check for any serious damage. This bothered Lydia, watching her best friend go aid the boy she was madly in love with, not to mention dating.
How hard could Stiles have punched him? Leah thought.
Stiles yanked his phone out his pocket, dialing his dad's number and pressing it to his ear. "Dad," Relief surged through Leah and the whole group let out a contented sigh. "And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."
A loud bang sounded from the other side of the door, making everyone jump. It was silent for a moment, the calm before the storm, before the door started shaking violently, the chairs shaking.
"In the kitchen, there is a stairway that leads up." Stiles voiced.
"We can't go up," Leah hissed.
"Up is better than here." He whispered back curtly as the doors bolts fell from the hinges.
Allison grasped her hand as they sprinted up the steps, Leah weakly noting that her knees were becoming unbearably painful from her hard descent onto the shattered glass. They reached the hallway above, the boys turning to the left, trying to bust open a door. In a panic, Lydia tried the door on the right; the Chemistry lab was open, and everyone rushed through.
"How many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked Jackson.
"Five? I can barely fit in the backseat!" Allison cried.
Stiles turned to Scott, "We can head up these stairs to the roof, and climb down the fire escape."
"It has a deadbolt. We need the key." Scott closed his eyes, thinking.
"The janitor has a key." Leah said as she leaned all of her weight onto the nearby wall, her knees sore.
"I have to get it." Scott walked away from Stiles, who looked to Leah in panic. What could I do? Scott was stubborn, and once he had his mind set on something, he was determined to get it.
"Are you crazy?" Allison grabbed Scott's hand.
"If we have any chance of getting out of here, I have to."
"No, Scott, you're not going alone or unarmed." She protested.
"I'll go then." Everyone turned to look incredulously at Leah. "I'm the oldest here, it's my responsibility to keep you all safe. Plus, I may not have werewolf strength, but I'm smaller and more agile so it'll be harder for him to catch me."
"God, what is it with you and the self-sacrificing tonight?" Stiles mumbled under his breath.
"Okay, now you're not going alone but we don't have anything to defend ourselves." Leah noted.
Lydia began eyeing the cabinet filled with chemicals.
"What are we going to throw acid on him?" Stiles sarcastically asked.
"No, there's everything in there to make a fire bomb. You can make a self igniting Molotov cocktail."
"A self igniting—" Stiles began.
"Molotov cock-tail." Lydia said slower.
"Well great plan, but we don't have a key for that either." Stiles noticed, pointing to the cabinet. Jackson rolled his eyes and with all his strength, elbowed the glass, shattering with ease.
"I know the ingredients." Leah said shortly, stripping off her leather jacket, receiving a hard glare from Lydia. "What? I used to study chem."
The proceeding minutes consisted of the remaining 4 terrified teenagers watching Lydia and Leah in awe as they worked with the chemicals, mixing them together and pouring them into funnels and beakers. After capping a beaker with a cork, Lydia handed it to Scott.
"No, this is insane you both can't go out there." Allison was on the verge of crying.
"And we can't keep sitting here waiting for Stiles dad to check his messages."
"You can both die. Don't you get that!"
"We'll be fine." Leah assured her in a monotone voice.
"He's killed three people, Leah. If you two go out there you're done for." Leah looked down to the floor, not wanting to lie to Allison anymore. Scott pushed past her and began talking to Allison. As Allison began crying, whimpering and telling him not to leave, Leah's heart constricted in her chest. She felt horrible.
"Do you remember when you said I had a tell?" Leah flashed back to when Derek told her she had a tell, how he stood so close to her she could feel him radiating heat, his calloused fingertip dragging across her lip. It hurt to know it would never happen again.
"Try not to get killed out there." Jackson's lips formed a line.
"Thanks for the encouragement." Leah rolled her eyes.
Allison walked over to Leah, squeezing her hand like a lifeline. "Be careful. Please, be careful." She whimpered, pulling Leah into a tight hug.
"I will, I promise." Leah stood back, turning to look at Stiles. She wanted to run over to him, comfort him, say she was sorry for putting herself in danger, but the look he was giving her communicated everything she needed to know.
Be careful. If you somehow don't make it back, I will find you, resurrect you then kill you all over again myself. I love you way too much to lose you. You're my best friend.
Leah felt a warm tear trickle its way down her cheek. "Lock the door behind me."
"Leah . . ."
"I'm sorry." Leah made a noise at the back of her throat, and then continued to shine the dim torch light down the hall, not gracing Scott with a reply.
"Scott, unless you wanna be Alpha werewolf chow, I suggest you shut up." A few moments passed, their footsteps the only sound echoing down the hall, before Scott finally spoke up.
"You think he's going to kill us?"
"Us? No. The Alpha wants to recruit you and I'm just another helpless victim."
"I'm not going to let him hurt you."
"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better. Please shut up now."
Scott's bowed head shot up, nose in the air. "What is it?"
Leah followed Scott into the gym, creeping silently. "He moved the body?" She asked Scott in a hushed tone. Scott sniffed the air and walked over to the opening underneath the bleachers. This had to be some type of game. The janitor had been moved more than a hundred feet? Why did the Alpha put him under here?
"He's under here." He began to move under bleachers. There was no way I'm staying out there alone, Leah thought. They maneuvered themselves in-between the metal columns that held up the bleachers. The area smelled strongly of blood, and Leah wondered how strong the scent must have smelt to Scott since his werewolf senses heightened everything.
Suddenly, Scott stopped moving to wipe something off his face. His head began rising and looking up towards the ceiling. They both quietly gasped at the sight of the bloody, lifeless, janitor. When it came to literature, books she had to study for class, Leah loved blood and gore. It added a different dimension to every book, turned mystery into horror, into thriller. When it came to real life, real people . . . Leah couldn't stand it.
Scott put down the bottle of Molotov cocktail on the floor and began climbing the rafters to reach the keys dangling from the dead man's pocket. The metallic blood smell caught in Leah's nose and made her throat tighten, a curl of nausea erupting in her stomach. All of a sudden, they heard a loud sound that sure wasn't the jingles of the keys. The bleachers began rolling towards them, closing in. Scott began furiously reaching out his hand to grab the keys.
"Scott, forget the keys, let's go!" Leah yelled over the loud sound of the bleachers collapsing one by one.
"Go! If I don't get these it'll be for nothing!"
"If you die it'll be for nothing! Now let's go!" He finally reached them and they ran like hell. Scott grabbed her wrist and at a supernatural speed, they came tumbling out from underneath the bleachers. They clanked shut just as they hit the floor. Scott helped Leah up with his free hand, and as she stood up, his gaze was fixed on something across the gym. Leah turned around as Scott poised himself in front of her; a pair of beady red eyes stared back at them.
"Come on, come get me." Scott whispered. The alpha began charging forward and Scott through the chemical mixture at him. As the beaker broke and doused the monster in liquid…nothing happened. The Alpha shook it off. A defeated sound fell from Leah's mouth as they both took off into run, the Alpha grabbing Scott's leg and dragging him from behind.
"Scott!" Leah yelled. He was thrown into the middle of the gym and the Alpha was on top of him in milliseconds. She cupped my hands over her mouth. His claws grasped Scott's face, his eyes turning golden. The Alpha's head rose up from being centimeters away from ripping Scott's throat out. A loud, ground-shaking howl pierced the air. Then, he disappeared. Scott immediately sat up but began arching his back in pain; something that looked like it belonged in an exorcist movie.
"Scott?" Leah called, extremely worried. He began screaming in pain. Since the Alpha had disappeared, she ran over to Scott and tried to help him. He was flailing his arms and legs everywhere.
"Scott!" She cried again. He lifted his head up, his golden eyes filled with pain. But his head fell once more when he arched himself as if his spine was breaking. Before she could do anything else, she felt a blow to her side and she skidded backwards. Her eyes opened to find the Alpha standing on two feet, bellowing a roar.
Scott's head snapped up, golden eyes connecting with Leah's. A snarl erupted through his lips, fingernails shifting into claws, as he got to his feet and stalked his way over to her like a predator.
Leah scrambled to her feet; taking off into a slight run before Scott pulled one of her feet from underneath her and dragged her backwards much like the Alpha had done mere minutes ago. He flipped her over in milliseconds, slashing his claws across her stomach, the blood staining her white tank top.
Jutting her knee upwards, Leah was successful in partially disabling her crazy brother and making him about 10 times more pissed off. Using the few seconds she had without Scott's weight crushing her, Leah shoved him off her and took off into a run, clutching the tattered remains of her shirt.
Her vision was becoming blurry and if she had taken the time to glance down at her hands they would have been stained with red; her own blood. She could hear Scott's thundering footsteps behind her as she sprinted up the stairs, struggling to remember the way she came. She recognized the area nearby the classroom holding Stiles and the other and scrambled to open a random door.
Scott reached for her hand clutching the doorknob and threw her backwards against another door, the sickening crunch of her head colliding with the wood ringing in his ears. She fell forwards, her bloodied hands slipping against the linoleum. Scott flipped her again, leaning over to growl in her face. She grunted in frustration, trying to push him backwards by his neck and shoulders.
"Scott, stop!" Her blood stained his shirt. "You need to stop this! The- the Alpha is making you do this. I'm your sister, Leah, and your hurting me. I need you to come back!" Still, nothing. "Think of Allison! Think of how happy she makes you, when she hugs you or- or kisses you! Think of her!"
Scott eyes flashed between gold and their natural brown and he sat back on his heels. He panted heavily, and Leah moved back slowly on her hands and feet. Scott looked up, his eyes dimming to brown. A tear found its way down Leah's cheek as she met his eyes, and scrambled to her feet to run away.
Everything was a blurry mess.
Multiple people talked, tape unrolled quickly, a cold wind whipped her shoulders and harsh police lights flashed in the night. Quick work was being done to dress the gaping wound in her side and an impatient police officer questioned her relentlessly.
"If you don't need any pain killers we should be done." A young EMT said.
"It's okay, I can't mix my anxiety medication with anything else but, thank you anyway."
"Thank you!" The police officer basically cheered as the EMT walked away. "Now, do you agree with the statement made by Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski that the attacker was Derek Hale?" The policeman questioned.
"No." Leah harshly stated, "I don't know who it was. But I don't think it was Derek."
"Then who was it?" He asked, playing twenty questions.
"Like I said, I don't know who it was. I never saw him."
"So you never saw who or what gave you the nasty gash on your side?" He asked cockily.
"No for fucks sake! I didn't see who it was."
The officer started to say something but stopped when a voice rung out from the walkie-talkie in his belt. "Smith to Tyler, nothing in the gym. All clear, should we move out?" He exited the ambulance to answer.
"I think I owe you a raise." Leah heard a voice say from the ambulance beside her. She turned slowly to see Deaton – looking a lot more . . . damaged than he should – talking to Scott and Stiles. The sight of Scott almost made her cower in fear. She shouldn't be scared, this was the boy she grew up with, watched waddle around in diapers, she was talking about.
When they finally noticed her, they came barreling towards her.
"God Leah, are you okay?" Stiles asked.
"Please get him away from me." She whispered. Stiles looked to Scott in shock, then back to Leah. "I don't want him near me right now, please just- please get him away." Scott's head dropped in sorrow, as he began walking away, then noticed Allison and went running off.
"Bit harsh don't you think?"
"He nearly fucking killed me Stiles, I don't-"
"You're getting them again aren't you?" Stiles interrupted.
"The anxiety, the not remembering the screaming. You're getting them again." He repeated.
"Stiles, God please don't- Stiles-" Leah stammered her heart plummeting as Stiles turned and walked away from her.
This total chapter was 16 pages in size 11 on Word. It took me fucking ages, but I'm glad I finished that chapter and can get started with episode 8 i.e. the reunion! Please favourite, follow and review if you don't hate me for taking ten bajillion years to update and/or enjoyed reading the chapter. Much love, Gabby xx