The Killer
THE KILLER
CH.9
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''Hey, I can't seem to find them'' Allison speaks into the phone once she picks it up. I continue to glance around, the lights from the pool reflecting off the walls.
''Okay, gimme a second, we'll be right there'' Allison hangs up her phone. I turn around waiting for her to speak. Allison's phone chimes again.
''Stiles?'' She asked questioningly.
''I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?'' Allison speaks with worry and slight anger.
''On the first floor... The swimming pools? Okay, okay I'm coming'' Allison hangs up her phone, racing past me.
''We need to head to the lobby'' Was all she says before turning around to leave. She begins jogging actually.
''Ally, wait!'' I trail behind her, matching her pace. We leave the pools and make our way out the doors, up the stairs and down the hallway. I stop in front of the trophy case, looking at my reflection in the glass.
The doors quickly burst open, Scott and Stiles appearing.
''Why did you come? What're you doing here?'' Scott asks, slightly out of breath. Allison looks at him in confusion, pulling out her phone. I glance behind Scott, who I was scowling at, and notice Stiles behind him, his eye widening once he sees me.
''Wait, why are you here too?'' Stiles asks, stepping forward. Scott and Allison were to heated in their conversation to notice. I point towards my sister with an expectant look.
''My sister came here looking for Scott, I wasn't going to let her wonder the school alone now was I?'' I spoke sarcastically, earning an eye roll from him.
''Did you drive here?'' Stiles asked Allison, completely ignoring my comment. Allison turns to face him and frowns.
''Jackson did'' Scott and Stiles eyes widen.
''Jackson's here too?'' Scott worries, grabbing his head.
''And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?'' I folded my arms over my chest, my eyes darting around before Allison's phone ringing hung in the air once again.
''Where are you?'' Allison speaks just as the double doors in front of us where slammed open. I jumped slightly, the unexpected loud sound surprising me. Lydia comes marching in, Jackson on her tail. Her heels clicked on the ground as she popped her phone back in her purse.
''Finally, can we go now?'' She asks. We all look to her before a loud thud was heard from above us. We all glanced up in fright. Scott and Stiles just looked to each other, knowing this wasn't going to end well.
Scott grabs Allison hand, looking at Stiles worriedly. I stand still, my feet feeling like their glued to the ground. I was beginning to shake with fear, not liking the sounds of something moving from above.
''Run!'' Scott calls, the other beginning to run after him. I was the last one to move my feet, stumbling a little in the process. I could hear the roof give way from behind, the ceiling colliding harshly on the ground with a loud thud. I could hear a menacing growl from behind, the sound alone helping me pick up my pace.
Stiles pulled Scott's shirt into the direction of the double doors. Once everyone was in, Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson began stacking stuff against the door, a loud growl emitting from not to far away. I place my hands on my knees, bending over to stop my head from spinning. My chest was constricting painfully, my ears ringing.
''Help me get this in front of the door'' Scott calls out, Jackson and Allison immediately helping. Lydia stacked whatever she could as well. I glanced up, seeing Stiles over by the windows.
The windows.
I frowned to myself, gripping the back of my neck.
''Scott, wait not here'' Stiles says. I walked over to the nearest table and lent against it, gripping it so tightly my knuckles began turning white.
''What was that? Scott, what was that?'' Allison's words were echoing in the air around me, repeating over and over again. I forced my eyes closed, trying to steady my heart rate.
''What came out of the ceiling?'' Lydia asks terrified. The room began spinning once again. My breathing was coming out labored and uneven.
''The chairs, stack the chairs'' Scott ordered, Lydia and Allison doing that while Jackson helped him move a vending machine in front of the door. Stiles eyes darted from the group and towards Avery who was bent over the desk shaking.
''Guys stop!'' He called out but no one was hearing him. He walked over to Avery, placing a hand around her wrist trying to pull her away. She didn't budge. He used some more strength, prying her hands away from the table. She stumbled backwards but he caught her, spinning her around in his arms.
''Just keep breathing'' He spoke softly, his eyes now focusing on the group that was still ignoring him. While Avery shook in his arms he spoke up.
''Guys?'' He called out. They still kept going.
''Stiles talking'' He tried to add a bit of humor to lighten the mood, but mainly for Avery.
''Can we hang on one second, please?'' He almost begged, seeing the chairs get stacked almost to the top. I evened out my breathing, holding Stiles shirt in my hands so tightly that it almost ripped.
Stiles sighed to himself, glancing down at Avery and towards the group. He swiftly put a hand over her head, covering her ear seeing as the other was against him and screamed out.
''Hello!'' I felt the shout vibrate from Stiles chest. The warmth radiating from his body was helping with my panic attack. My heart rate had slowed down enough for me to breathe more normally. I lent away quickly, watching as everyone spun around, fear and tears in a few of their eyes. Stiles let Avery go without even thinking about, his attention now on everyone else.
''Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?'' Stiles asked, using his arms to gesture towards them. Everyone looked at them fearfully, not realizing they were there bar Avery.
''Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on because I am freaking out here'' Allison fearfully calls out to the room, tears now beginning to pool in her eyes. She pulls on Scott, his eyes seeming distant.
''Scott?'' She asks, Scott pulling away from her and walking over to Stiles. He bends over the desk Avery was just on, biting his lip. He glances at Stiles in fear, not knowing what to do or say to anyone.
''Somebody killed the janitor'' Stiles speaks up, his voice dropping with his words. Everyone looks at him in fear, eyes darting around the room for possible signs of the killer. I stand up right, holding myself while biting my lip, not liking the words I was currently hearing. I was currently living a horror movie.
''What?'' Lydia asks, not believing him.
''Yeah, the janitor's dead'' Stiles says, walking towards Lydia, Allison and Jackson.
''What's he talking about? Is this a joke?'' Allison asks, perplexed.
''It doesn't sound funny, Allison'' I spoke up, my voice wavering a little. Allison just looks to me in fear and slight anger.
''Now is not the time for sarcasm, Avery'' She snaps. She immediately regrets it though but doesn't say anything, her fear ruling her.
''What, who killed him?'' Jackson asks, glancing between Scott and Stiles.
''No, no, no, no this was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed...''
''Don't you get it? there wasn't a mountain lion...'' Jackson finishes, holding Lydia to him.
''Who was it?!'' Allison shouts aloud, aimed towards Scott. I gulp and walk over towards her, placing an arm around her waist. She wrapped an arm back, appreciating the hug from her younger sister in this very moment.
''What does he want?'' She asks what everyone is thinking. The air grows thick with tension, everyone's anxiety and fear filling the classroom.
''Scott!'' Allison shouts, hoping to get his attention to tell her what was going on. She was shaking more then Avery was.
I tried to hold her closer, trying to ease some of her fear as well as my own.
''I don't know'' Scott stammers out, pushing back from the table he was leaning against. I furrowed my eyebrows, not believing either one of them. I could feel anger begin to boil inside of me, replacing my fear slowly.
''I just... if we go out there, he's going to kill us''
''Us, he's going to kill us?'' Lydia pipes up, not liking that their lives were in more danger than what they had thought. I held Al tighter, hearing her soft sobs.
''Who?'' She sobbed out, the heartbreaking look fleeting across Scott's face. My anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, not wanting to be trapped in here a minute longer.
''It's Derek. It's Derek Hale'' Scott concludes, gulping. Stiles looks at him with a frown before facing the group once again. He begins walking backwards towards Scott seeing as he could see everyone conversing with each other in shock.
''Nice one there, throwing Derek under the bus like that'' Stiles comments in annoyance.
''It doesn't matter if he's dead''
''Yeah, Scott... if'' Stiles argued back, walking forward again clearing his throat regaining everyone's attention.
''He's in here with us...'' Scott begins, a tremor to his voice.
''And if we don't get out now... he's going to kill us, too''
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Everyone took a few moments to let it sink in. I couldn't believe it was Derek Hale, the Derek Hale we helped when he got... well I didn't even know. He seemed murderous but I never thought he actually was. Seeming evil and being evil were two completely different things. I choked on my breath, feeling disgusted that I was ever in contact with him.
I stepped away from Ally and wrapped my arms around myself again, the anger growing stronger and stronger. I hadn't felt anger like this ever, I almost wanted to reach out and strangle Derek myself for murdering people... but at the same time, run for my freaking life.
''We should call the cops'' Jackson speaks up, reaching for his phone in his jean pocket.
''No'' Stiles omits.
''What do you mean, 'no'?'' Jackson thought he was being ridiculous.
''I mean no, you wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh'' Jackson takes a step forward, looking pissed at Stiles remark. Stiles visibly shrinks back, shaking his head.
''Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with''
''You're dad is armed with an entire sheriff department, call him'' Jackson pointed out as if it was a no-brainer. Stiles gulped nervously, not wanting to get his dad hurt or involved in any of the supernatural. Why the hell were Scott and Stiles still acting so weird about this? Call the cops so we can be rescued!
''I'm calling'' Lydia speaks up, already having dialed the number. Stiles went to get the phone but Jackson pushed him back. I shook my head at the two teenagers and glanced around the room, wanting to leave.
''Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped and we need you too...'' Lydia stops talking, glancing down in confusion. Everyone waits expectantly.
''But...'' She furrow her eyebrows, not believing what she was hearing. Allison steps forward towards her close friend, wondering what was going on.
''She hung up on me'' Lydia says after she pulls the phone away from her ear.
''They hung up on you?'' Allison asks in a disbelieving tone. Lydia spins around with unshed tears in her eyes.
''She said they got a tip, warning them that there are going to 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 speaks quickly, rushing her words out.
''Then call again'' I state in annoyance, as if it was so obvious.
''They won't trace it, they'll send someone out to your house before they send anyone here'' Stiles speaks up with a frown, looking at Lydia then to Avery.
''What the, what, what is this?'' Allison asks, still not getting what was going on.
''Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?'' That was the million dollar question. I leave the group momentarily and walk over towards the other door, seeing out into the hallway. Nothing. Maybe he had left?
''Why's everyone looking at me?'' Scott asks frantically. I look outside one last time, still seeing no signs of movement. I was not going to stay here and get torn apart or killed or whatever was hunting us. My mind went back to the footprints and what looked like paw prints early before. It wasn't just someone inside, there was an animal in here too.
''But we are alive it could have killed us already?'' I missed out on what they were saying but heard Scott whisper to Stiles seeing as they were only a few feet away from me, unaware I was here next to the door.
''It's like it's cornering us or something'' It? The call Derek it?
''So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?'' Eat us? Derek is a cannibal? Things were getting more and more confusing by the second. I stayed silent, hoping they wouldn't notice me as I eavesdropped on their conversation.
''No! Derek said it want's revenge'' Scott whispers back. They must also be talking about the animal, it was the only logical explanation.
''Against who?'' Stiles asked, not completely getting what was happening either.
''Allison's family?'' My heart dropped at the mention of our family. What did we have to do with this?
''Maybe that's what the text was about... but if it was sent to Allison why not Avery too?'' I got a feeling they both knew something about my family that I didn't. I bit my lip, wanting to hear more, my mind now occupied on what they were saying besides the things that were wanting to kill us and possibly eat us.
''Someone had to send it'' Stiles reasoned.
''Okay, assheads. New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim, are we good with that?'' Everyone nods, agreeing with Jackson. I don't bother moving, still trying to figure out what I had just heard. I finally step away from the door and over towards Scott and Stiles. Scott turns to me and his eyes widen, not realizing I was there. I narrow my eyes at him, my hands still over my chest.
''He's right'' Scott says, now turning to face a panicking Stiles. I watch as they silently communicate with their eyes, Stiles becoming more and more stressed out.
''Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him'' Stiles glares at Scott.
''I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive'' Scott's eyes widen, pointing his head back towards me. Stiles eyes widen slightly.
''I was by the door the entire time, I heard everything'' Scott and Stiles didn't know what to say.
''We were.. uhhh-''
''Save it, deal with it later, for now let's just... get out of here'' I urged.
''Alright, gimme the phone'' Jackson came up towards Stiles from behind. Stiles turned around, his hand punching Jackson right in the face. I put my hand over my mouth in shock, half thrilled yet half angry too.
''Jackson! Hey, are you okay?'' Allison rushed over to him, giving Stiles a disgusted look. I smirked to myself but quickly got rid of it, walking forward to help Jackson too. Stiles watches the three of them angrily before whipping out his phone, calling his dad.
''Dad, hey, it's me... and it's your voicemail. Look I need you to call me back now. Like, right now-'' A loud thud came from the front doors. We are spun around to see the door shift open slightly, the things in front holding the door for now. I gasp along with everyone else, my hands falling to my sides.
''We're at the school, okay? We're at the school'' Stiles hangs up, pocketing his phone.
''Oh god, oh my god!'' Lydia shrieks from behind Jackson, watching the bolts pop out of the door. I gulp nervously, stepping back slowly as my heart rate accelerates.
''The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell'' Stiles speaks.
''Which only goes up!'' Scott counters. The banging continues, whatever it was on the other side desperate to come in.
''Up is better than here'' Stiles mumbled more to himself then to the others. We all quickly spun around and fled out the other door, down the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen, taking the stairwell up to the next level.
We all race down the hallway, trying different doors to try and find one that's unlocked.
''Here'' I call out, pushing mine wide open letting everyone in. Scott shut the door as quietly as he could behind him, ushering everyone to be quiet and away from the door. He placed a chair under the door knob.
Everyone began panting, trying to slow down their breathing. My back was firmly against the wall, my eyes to the left to see the door. Footprints echoed in the hallway, loud breathing and growling heard from just outside the door. I closed my eyes and counted softly to myself, regulating my heart beat.
The sound then began growing distant and distant. Everyone seemed to let out a huge sigh of relief before panicking once again.
''Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?''
''Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap'' I looked at him incredulously.
''Five? We barely squeezed in the back'' I say referring to Allison and I.
''It doesn't matter, there's no getting out without drawing a lot of attention...'' Stiles pointed out.
''What about this?'' Scott asks, getting all of our attention towards a door.
''This takes us to the fire escape which will have us down in the parking lot in like, seconds''
''Yeah, except the janitor has the key'' Stiles points out, everyone groaning a little. Whiles Stiles and Scott continued a hushed conversation, my mind began reeling with possible ideas. My eyes dart around the room, noticing we were in the science block. An idea clicked. I pushed myself off of the wall and walked around the teacher's long bench, peeking into his cabinet looking for what I needed.
''What are you doing?'' Stiles asks. Everyone leans forward, Lydia following my eyes and nodding in understanding.
''There's everything in here for a self-igniting molotov cocktail'' I smiled to myself proudly, double checking with my eyes that all the ingredients were there.
''What are we going to do? Throw acid on him?'' Stiles asks sarcastically, not getting where I was going with this. I turned to face un-amused.
''You're a genius, aren't you? A self-igniting molotov cocktail, easiest shit to make'' I speak up, eyeing Stiles before returning my attention to the cabinet.
''She's right, everything's there'' Lydia voices earning a weird look from Jackson.
''What? I read it somewhere'' She fakes dumb, twirling her a hair a little. I just roll my eyes and focused back on the locked cabinet.
''Well we aren't getting in without a key so...'' Jackson walks up and throws his jacket covered arm through the glass, the screen shattering in seconds.
''Or we could do that''
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''Jackson, hand the sulfuric acid'' Lydia commands, pouring my ingredients in as I shook the beaker. Jackson looks confused for a moment before doing as she says, handing her the acid. She adds it in and I finish mixing it all together, add the cork on top. I hand it over to Scott and smile.
''As soon as the glass smashes it'll burn'' Scott just smiles and nods, thanking me. I smile and nod back, walking back over to the counter as my sister approaches him with tears and fear in her eyes. I tune out their conversation, not wanting to hear the pain in my sister's tone.
''Lock it behind me'' Scott says before being pulled back by Allison, a kiss planted on his lips. I glanced away. Scott turns around slowly and leaves the classroom. Jackson walks over and locks it, walking over to Allison to wrap an arm around her to comfort her.
I stay behind the bench, my hands splayed out, gripping the edge.
''Jackson you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?'' Lydia asks, glancing at the two bottle on the counter. I glance down as well, eyeing them.
''I've done everything you've asked tonight'' He grits out, his arm growing tighter around Allison. I eye him suspiciously, not liking what was going on between them.
''Yeah, I'm sure you did'' Both Lydia and I glanced down, neither one of us believing Jackson but for two completely different reasons
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A massive growl echoes through out the school, reaching us. We all covered our ears, Jackson falling onto the ground in pain. I glance down to him in confusion, Allison and Lydia fussing around him.
''No, no I'm fine'' Jackson says after the girls helped him up.
''You don't sound fine Jackson'' I pointed out, just a moments ago his screams were lingering in the air. He scowls at me but shrugs the girls off of him.
''I said I'm fine'' I eye him but don't say any more.
''What's on the back of your neck?'' Stiles asks, reaching out. Jackson quickly smacks his hand away, growing worried. Stiles eyes narrow, just seeing the tip of what looked like a scratch. I marched over and grabbed the back of his neck, Jackson wincing.
''Avery!'' Allison calls out. I ignore her and stare at the wound.
''This looks fresh'' I comment, letting him go. He stumbles away from me slightly, looking at me with anger in his eyes.
''It's been there a few days'' He says, dropping the topic. I look over towards Stiles, seeing the same expression on his face that was on mine. Disbelief.
''He should have been back by now'' Allison cries, looking at her phone. I snap out of my thoughts and walk over towards her.
A click from the door was heard. We all turned our heads towards the door, seeing a shadow.
''Scott?'' Allison asks, racing forward. She grabs the door handle and starts throttling it, trying to unlock it.
''Scott!'' She yells, not able to get the door open.
''Where's he going?'' Lydia asks what everyone was thinking. Allison keeps going, banging on the door this time.
''Stop!'' I call out, hearing something in the distance.
''Guys stop! Do you hear that?'' Allison stops banging and everyone turns around, soon hearing it too.
''Sirens'' Jackson spoke up in relief.
~*~*~*~*
Soon police cars and ambulance were swarming in. Dads car was not too far away, Him and mum jumping out to greet Allison and I.
''We were so worried'' Mum stressed hugging Allison tight. I smile at them and hugged dad, letting out a huge sigh of relief. We were safe now, that was all that mattered.
''Are you okay?'' Dad asked, pulling away and glancing down towards me. I smile and loop up at him, nodding. Though he still frowned, seeming to look over my face again.
''Are you sure?'' Mum turned to him and scowled for an unknown reason. He sighed and smiled, hugging me once more while I grew confused.
''I'm so glad you both are safe'' Dad says, hearing Allison sob into mum's chest from beside us. I place my hand on Allison's shoulder and smile.
''Why don't you two go wait in the car'' Dad says, letting mum usher us both to the car. Once we were in she went after dad too who was talking to the sheriff.
''I'll be right back'' Allison sniffles from beside me, noticing Scott in the distance. I call out for her but she had already slammed the door shut. I look out the rear-view mirror, watching mum and dad talk to the police while Scott walks over to Allison. Stiles stood close to his dad now, his arms over his chest. Sheriff turned to him and said something, Stiles moving away from them. He looked up and noticed me sitting in the car. He looked around himself before walking over. I wanted to lock the door, wind the window up so I wouldn't have to face him but didn't.
''Hey'' He said.
''Hey'' I responded back, my eyes forward.
''H-how are you?'' I face him with a frown. I reached for the door handle and began open the door, Stiles tripping backwards. I stepped down and stared at him.
''How am I, are you serious?'' I grit, trying to keep my voice down. Stiles gulps, scratching the back of his nervously.
''I want an explanation, for everything'' I crossed my arms over my chest. Stiles looks left to right, not meeting my eye.
''I can't''
''Can't or won't?'' Stiles looks back at me again, sighing.
''It's too complicated'' I scoff.
''Yeah, you've said that before'' Stiles begins to grow irritated. He stuff his hands in his pockets and leans forward, the open passenger door shading them slightly from everyone else.
''Why are you always mad at me? I've done nothing-'' Stiles begins to raise his voice. I leaped forward and placed my hand over his mouth, silencing him. He stares at me oddly, glancing down at my hand.
''Are you girls ready to...go'' Dad speaks out, pausing once he notices Stiles. I let go just before he sees, Stiles shutting up. He smiles nervously towards him, Dad sending a glare his way.
''I'll see you tomorrow at school'' Stiles says before fleeing quickly. I turn to dad and sigh, frowning. He eyes me down, not liking that Stiles was near his daughter.
''Where's Allison?'' He asks, glancing to the back to see it empty. Allison bounds behind, tears in her eyes as she hurriedly whips them away. She sends us a false smile before hoping in the background. I follow her into the back seat, closing the door behind us. Mum comes up and hops in the passenger seat as dad hops in the driver, turning over the engine. He eyes me in the rear-view mirror but doesn't say anything. Instead he puts the car in gear and drives away from the school.
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