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STILES AND SCOTT PARKED OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL'S PARKING LOT, GETTING OUT OF THE BLUE JEEP.

"Amelia?" Scott asked to Stiles and he exhaled.

"She's mad at me. Better not have her here."

"She's my protector," mentioned Scott. "She should be here."

"Well she's not, okay?" Stiles snapped. Yeah, he also wanted Amelia to be there, but she wasn't answering his calls.

Not after the little argument they had earlier.

"This is a terrible idea," whispered Stiles to Scott.

"Yeah, I know," replied Scott.

"But we're still gonna do it? Without your protector?"

"Can you think of something better?" Asked the werewolf, tiredly.

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring the problem until eventually it just goes away."

Scott exhaled before looking at his best friend. "Just make sure we can get inside."

Stiles looked over in his trunk. "This would be a lot more easier if Amelia was here. She would kick down the door and it would be awesome."

Another car approached them, parking next to them. Derek.

The werewolf got out of the car, and it wasn't a surprise what the first thing he asked was.

"Where's Amelia?"

"Why do you care!? You got her into a fight with—" Scott interrupted Stiles abruptly before looking at Derek.

"She's not coming," was the thing Scott said. "She's mad at Stiles."

"She's my protector too, so she should be here any second, I assume," pointed out Derek.

"Where's my boss?" Asked Scott.

Derek had kidnapped Scott's boss since he thought he was the Alpha. Honestly, he was suspicious, yet, he wasn't the Alpha. Derek knew that now.

"He's in the back," replied Derek, closing the door.

The two best friends peeked in to see Scott's boss tied up with duct tape on his mouth.

"Oh, he looks comfortable," Stiles said sarcastically.

The two walked towards the school, leaving Derek next to his car.

"Wait. Hey. What are you doing!?"

"You said I was linked with the Alpha," mentioned Scott. "I'm gonna see if you're right."

• • •

"Own the chessboard, Amelia," repeated her that.

Amelia couldn't focus on the chess pieces right now. Every sound was distracting her. His dad's awful breathing problem, her sister chewing that strawberry flavor gum next to her.

And the pieces of the chess hitting the wood board.

"Focus on one thing."

But she couldn't.

"Amelia, don't get stressed. Your eyes give it up."

She knew her eyes were turning people, and she tried to stop it before they bright even more.

"I'm tired of playing chess. Is there something else that can help me control my powers?"

"No," said firmly her dad. "You need to connect mental and physical, for that, you need to train your mental. You're impulsive, act on instinct. That can be good, but it can get you killed. You need to be three steps ahead."

But she was interrupted by the ring on her phone. She looked at it confused, noticing the text that filled the blackberry's screen.

UNKNOWNit's Scott. Stiles is hurtwe are at the school

"Excuse me," said the girl before moving one last piece of the chessboard. "Checkmate," she announced before standing up and running upstairs.

How could they be so stupid?

The girl placed her bow around her chest and run towards the school. It wasn't far, but it wasn't too close. But she couldn't drive at the moment.

Stiles was hurt. Stiles was hurt. Stiles was hurt.

When she arrived, she decided to enter from the side. She climbed up the building, something that she has forever wanted to do.

She closed her eyes, hearing something that she was afraid was there.

She heard a werewolf walking in four paws.

She heard the Alpha.

She got in the ventilation like she was in some sort of action movie next to Tom Cruise. In her defense, she and Stiles had just seen Mission Impossible, and she got the idea from there.

Amelia couldn't see the alpha through the ventilation gates, so she tried to focus her powers on something else.

Scott.

His smell was different from the other werewolves, and she could identify it anywhere.

She closed her eyes and followed it, until she reached one of the ventilation gate and could hear Stiles.

"Great work everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows!?"

That sounded perfectly like Stiles.

She kicked the gate down, making everyone scream loudly. Amelia jumped from the ventilation and landed on her two feet, looking at Scott, Lydia, Allison and Jackson against the doors.

"Amelia!?" Was the thing Allison asked when she saw her.

"Allison?"

"How did you—"

"Did you just Mission Impossible your way in here?" Was the thing Stiles asked. Amelia turned around to look at him and nodded with a smile. "God, I love you."

Stiles quickly realized what he said and regretted it, doing his weird hand gestures to find a way to correct it.

"I mean platonically! As a friend loves a... girl... friend."

"What are you doing here?" Was the thing Scott asked to her, interrupting her little moment with Stiles.

"I got your text. You said Stiles was hurt and you asked me to come. And I always wanted to climb to the roof." She noticed as Scott closed his eyes. "I have a feeling you didn't send me this."

"Because I didn't. Like I didn't tell Allison to come here."

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on?" Was the thing Allison questioned. "Because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why."

Amelia had knew the Alpha was also in the building, now she wanted to hear what was Scott's excuse for it.

"Scott?" She called him trying to handle her breath.

The werewolf closed his eyes and walked away from the group, and Stiles decided to talk.

"Somebody killed the janitor," he announced, making Amelia raise her eyebrows.

"What?" Lydia asked in a high pitched voice whirl Stiles approached Amelia.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead," repeated Stiles.

Amelia could hear Scott's heartbeat, Scott's breathing pattern. She could feel he was nervous through her whole body.

"What's he talking about? Is this a joke?" Was the thing Allison asked.

"What, who killed him?" Jackson intervened. Amelia looked over to Stiles, wondering what excuse will he say this time.

"That's what I want to know," whispered Amelia as Stiles extended his hand towards her.

She was still pissed at him, but it wasn't worth it being mad at him right now with what everything was happening. So, she grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers.

"No, this was supposed to be over," hyperventilated Lydia. "The mountain lion killed..."

"No, don't you get it?" Jackson interrupted, looking at her. "There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it?" Allison questioned, her nerves showing. She was afraid. "What does he want?"

Scott was giving them his back. Amelia knew he was biting his nails, and that he was trying to come up with a clever solution.

"What's happening?" Whispered Allison. "Scott!"

"I don't know," stammered the werewolf nervously. "I just... if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

Amelia placed her free hand on Stiles chest and he quickly placed his on top of hers. The girl could hear the guy's heartbeat, and it was more suiting that Scott's right now.

"You brought the crossbow?" Stiles whispered on her ear, and she nodded.

"Us?" Lydia said. "He's gonna kill us?"

"Who?" Asked Allison before looking at Stiles and Amelia. "Who is it!?"

Amelia looked over to Scott as the guy turned around slowly, panting.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale."

And the liar of the year goes to Scott McCall. Not even Stiles could believe it.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Questioned Jackson.

"Are you sure?" Allison doubted.

"I saw him," affirmed Scott.

"The mountain lion..." began Lydia, but Scott interrupted her again.

"No, Derek killed them."

Scott was confirming his story with such security that if Amelia wasn't hearing to his heartbeat and knew for a fact Derek wasn't a killer, she would have totally believed him.

"All of them?"

No kidding, Allison, that's what he's saying.

"Yeah, starting with his own sister."

"Oh, I can't listen to this," whispered Amelia before separating herself from Stiles, letting go off his hand and walking towards the windows. It was maybe a bad idea, but she couldn't hear Scott lying anymore.

Derek was under her protection, and she wasn't doing a very good job.

Scott continued to lie, but she didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Call the cops," she heard Jackson say, making her turn around.

"No," replied Stiles quickly.

"What do you mean, 'No?'" Said Jackson desperately.

"I mean no. You want to hear it in Spanish?" The hazel-eyed boy asked. "No," he said in a Spanish accent, making Amelia cross her arms in front of her chest. "Look, 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 was making a great point. "Call him."

"I'm calling," intervened Lydia before walking away, dialing in her phone.

She placed her phone agains her ear before talking.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped and we need you to—" She was suddenly interrupted, making Amelia get closer to the group again, standing in between Scott and Stiles. "But—" She looked down at her phone, shaking her head softly. "She hung up on me."

"Oh, great," whispered Amelia.

"The police hung up on you?" Asked Allison in disbelief.

"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."

"That can't be good," mumbled Amelia.

"Well, then call again!" Yelled Allison.

"No, they won't trace a cell," argued Stiles. "And they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."

Amelia turned around again. She knew calling the cops was bad idea. She just wanted to get out there and shoot the damn thing with her bow and get this over with.

"Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone!?" Allison seemed to be starting to panic, and Amelia didn't blame her.

If she was in her position few months ago, she'll be exactly the same.

Everyone turned around to look at Scott, even Amelia. He was the one of the lie, he probably knew the answer.

"Why's everyone looking at me?" Questioned Scott.

"Is the one that sent Amelia and Allison the text?" Asked Lydia.

"No," Scott was too quick to answer that. "I mean, I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police!?"

"I don't know!"

Liar, liar, pants on fire. Was the thing she thought. Amelia saw as Allison turned around, and couldn't stop comparing this as a lovers fight.

"Alright, why don't we ease back on a throttle here, yeah?" Was the thing Stiles said.

Stiles dragged Scott and Amelia away from the group, obviously to talk about what was really happening.

"Okay, first off, Amelia, entering through the ventilation like Tom Cruise was amazing."

"Thanks," the girl whispered.

"Second, Scott, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something," defended himself Scott, trying not to panic. "And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"

"I'm sorry, what!?" Amelia asked a little to lowly, making Scott and Stiles shush her before any of the other three realizes. "Derek is what?"

"The Alpha killed him. His body is outside," explained Stiles before returning to the conversation.

No, she didn't see Derek's body outside. And she thought that if Derek was dead, she would have felt something.

He couldn't be dead.

"God, I just totally bit her head off," Scott said referring to Allison. Can this guy not think about her for a few seconds and understand the kind of situation they are in?

"And she'll totally get over it," reassured him Stiles. "Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive?"

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's corning us or something."

"Don't jinx it, doggie," said Amelia. "So what? He wants to eat us all at the same time?"

"No! Derek said it wants revenge," explained Scott. Amelia placed her hands on her face, trying not to start panicking herself.

"Revenge against who?" Asked Stiles.

"Allison's family?"

"Maybe that's what the text were about," assumed Stiles. "Someone had to send them. He sent one to Amelia because, obviously as we already know, he wants to kill her for offering you protection." Scott raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

"See, I told you we had to talk about the Amelia thing, you just didn't listen," Stiles defended before continuing. "And with Allison—"

"Okay, assheads and Amelia!" Yelled Jackson, making the three of them turn around.

"Why are we assheads and she's—"

"New plan!" Continued Jackson, angrily. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim. Are we good with that?"

"I have a decent aim," whispered Amelia to herself before looking away.

"He's right," snapped Scott out of nowhere, making Stiles and Amelia look at him confused. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him."

Stiles looked at his best friend for a second before murmuring. "I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive."

Stiles turned around, and Amelia sensed something she hadn't sensed before in her life.

She saw three steps ahead.

She saw Jackson's intention to move forward, and Stiles reaction. She saw it.

"Alright give me the phone..."

Before Stiles lowed his fist, the girl stopped it mid-air, preventing the guy from punching Jackson.

"Not worth it..." whispered the girl before letting go off Stiles hand. The guy looked at her for a few seconds before grabbing his phone and dialing.

"Dad, hey, it's me," said Stiles. "And it's your voicemail." Amelia scoffed, running her fingers through her hair. "Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now."

The banging on the doors interrupted him. Amelia's hands went straightly to her bad while Stiles quickly stood in front of her, as if he was protecting her. Allison went quickly towards Scott and the whole group walked backwards.

"We're at the school, okay? We're at the school." Stiles hung up the phone before pulling Amelia close to him, the six teenagers watching as the doors trembled.

"Oh my God," said Lydia. "Oh my God."

"The kitchen," mentioned Stiles, "the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."

"I have no idea how you know that but you're a genius," whispered Amelia to his ear.

"But it only goes up!" Argued Scott.

"Never mind," she said again, making Stiles roll his eyes.

"Up is better than here."

The six ran towards the door to the kitchen, sprinting towards the stairs.

"Stiles," she whispered to him, "I have to go."

"No," he said abruptly, "you are not dealing with that thing alone, you understand me? I'm protecting you now." Was the thing he said before the rejoined the group again.

The six ran upstairs and through the upper hallway, following Lydia into the chemistry lab, where Scott was quick to place a chair in front of the door.

They remained quiet. Amelia's hand slowly went towards her bag but Stiles stopped her, staring at her eyes with a clear message on his look.

You are not fighting him.

When they didn't hear the killer anymore, Scott was the first to talk.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?"

"Six, if someone squeezes on someone's lap."

"Six?" Exclaimed Allison in a whisper. "I barely fit in the back."

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention," argued Stiles, still holding Amelia's hand.

"What about this?" Scott proceeded to run to the back door. "This leads to the roof. Amelia climbed up, I'm sure we can go down."

"Are you forgetting that I'm—" she stopped herself in mid-sentence before coming up with a lie, "good at climbing mountains?"

"There's a fire escape to the parking lot. We can go down in like, seconds," pointed Scott.

"That's a deadbolt," complained Stiles. Scott thought about it for a few seconds.

"The janitor has a key."

"You mean his body has it," said Amelia.

"I can get it," the werewolf assured. "I can find him by scent, by blood," he whispered.

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea," said Stiles, looking at his best friend. "What else you got?"

Stiles breathed in deeply before repeating again.

"I'm getting the key."

Scott approached Allison, trying to ease his nerves.

"Are you serious?" She asked him.

"Well, it's the best plan..."

"I'm coming with you," announced Amelia, making Stiles open his eyes widely and do his weird hand gestures again before looking at her.

"What kind of death wishes do you have in your mind, woman?" He asked in a high-pitched voice. "You are not going with him."

"Amelia," Scott called her and the both walked away from the group. "You can't come with me."

"I'm your protector," she defended.

She wanted to go. If Derek was indeed dead, it meant that she had failed. She didn't like to fail, and she was definitely not failing again.

"And that's why I need you here, protecting the people I care the most. You are the only one who can do it..."

"But Scott—"

"I trust you, Amelia."

Those words hit her. She felt warmth in her chest, and she liked it.

The link was made, she knew it.

"And I trust you with Allison. Don't let anything happen to her." The girl nodded.

"I promise."

Scott proceeded to tell her what she had to do after he stepped outside, and even if she wasn't okay with it, she listened and obeyed. She knew Allison was going to hate her for it.

Scott and Amelia went back towards the group. He grabbed Allison's hands before continuing.

"Somebody has to get the key to the fire escape so we can escape."

"You can't go out unarmed," argued Allison.

Scott grabbed the pointer under the chalk board, making Amelia roll her eyes.

"It's better than nothing."

"There's gotta be something else."

"There is," Lydia intervened, looking at the chemicals in the cabinet.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Questioned Stiles desperately as Amelia stood next to him.

"No," said Lydia softly, "more like a fire bomb."