twenty øne pilots - heathens

" just because we checked our guns at the door doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades "

Scott and I sprinted through the halls towards the parking lot. We had to make it to the others before they left with Lydia, otherwise they'd be left to fend for themselves with Scott to protect them.
"McCall! Get over here!" Coach snapped from the open door to the boy's locker room. Boy, did he have bad timing.
"Keep going. I'll meet you guys later,"
"But what if Derek -"
"You can protect them. I believe in you," And with that, he was gone. I didn't believe a word he'd said but if Scott trusted me to protect them then that's what I was going to do. I shot off down the corridor, bursting out of the doors just in time to see the others getting into the car. Luckily, Allison saw me just in time and made them wait.
"Where's Scott?" She asked.
"He...got...held up," I wheezed, gasping for breath.
"But what about Lydia?"
"He'll meet us later. In the mean time, we'll just have to protect her ourselves," She nodded solemnly and clambered into the car.

The journey was spent in awkward silence, the odd protest coming from Lydia and being shut down by Stiles or Allison immediately. Jackson was being unusually silent considering his usual arrogant demeanour.

Lydia had no idea what was going on and she kept coming up with more and more questions. When we arrived outside Scott's house, she asked why we were studying at Scott's house if Scott wasn't there.
"Meeting us here, I think," Stiles said slightly exasperatedly. "I hope,"
"I need to talk to him anyway," Jackson grumbled. My face lit up with surprise. He could actually speak!

We entered the house and Stiles, being as subtle as ever, closed every lock on the door.
"Uhh...there's been a few break-ins around the neighbourhood," He stuttered when he saw Lydia looking at him expectantly. He didn't help the situation by grabbing a chair and moving that in front of the door, too.
"And a murder!" Lydia rolled her eyes at his awful lying. "Yeah, it was bad,"
"Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute," Jackson said, skulking upstairs with her in tow.
"Seriously, what is going on with everyone?" She muttered.

•

The sky had darkened dramatically in such a short period of time, going from a bright grey to a deep indigo within the hour. Everyone's nerves were on edge as Stiles, Allison and I watched over the driveway. Jackson and Lydia were still upstairs talking and we hadn't heard from either of them, or Scott.
"Guys," I said nervously, "we've got a problem. A big, big one," Waiting on the other side of the road was Derek and his posse. They'd found us and now they were here for Lydia.
"It's me," Stiles said into his phone. "You need to get here now. Right now,"
"What are you doing?" I asked Allison, who was clutching her phone and looking at it, conflicted.
"I think...I think I have to call my dad," She looked up and there were tears in her eyes.
"But if he finds you here, you and Scott-"
"I know, but what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia," She pulled out her crossbow and peered out the window.
"I've got an idea," Stiles said quickly. "Shoot one of them,"
"Are you serious?"
"You told Scott that we could protect ourselves. We've got to do it. At least give it a shot, alright?"
"Ok," She nodded, aiming it at the group.
"They don't think we're going to fight them so if one of them gets hit I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of them,"
"Which one?"
"Derek,"
"Preferably in the head," I muttered darkly.
"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely would," Allison reasoned. Damn, she was right.
"Ok, uh, shoot one of the other three then!"
"You mean two," Allison said matter-of-factly.
"No, I mean three," Stiles said, throwing open the curtain to reveal Derek, Erica and Boyd.
"Where the hell is Isaac?" I wondered aloud. Suddenly, I whipped around just as the werewolf grabbed Stiles and threw him against the stairs, before turning on me. His hand tightened around my neck as he lifted he into the air.
"Go!" I choked at Allison. "Find...Lydia!" She sprinted upstairs, crossbow in hand.
"You really think a human is going to save your friend? That's cute," He sneered, tightening his grip.
"No. I think...a hunter is," His expression shifted to one of anger and I took my opportunity to strike, swinging my foot at his groin with all my might. He dropped me and doubled over in pain, exposing the back of his knee where I sent another kick. His legs buckled and I knew that his leg would be immobilised for a bit, even if he did heal faster than the average human.

I locked my legs around his and sent his sprawling to the floor, flipping him over and straddling him. My legs were pressed into his arms so he couldn't hurt me with his claws. He growled and struggled but, with all my might, I managed to keep him at bay. He stopped struggling and returned to his human form. His willingness to give in seemed off.
"Alright, fine," He panted. Once he caught his breath, he began speaking again. "You know, if I were you I wouldn't be helping my friends this much,"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"They're so worried about their own problems that they haven't even considered what you're going through. Be honest with me, Rosie-"
"Don't. Call. Me. That," I spat, disgusted at his audacity to use my childhood best friend's nickname for me. Did he think it would make me softer?
"Fine, Rose. Be honest with me. When was the last time they did anything that would help you find out more about your past?"
"When they took me to visit D'Angelo,"
"Really? Because how much did that actually help you? Realistically?"
"They helped me reunite with my best friend!" I cried.
"But did you really need their help with that? And how exactly did that help you find out more about yourself?"
"...it didn't,"
"Exactly," He grinned. "But you know who will help you? Derek. He already knows why you were on that bus and he's so close to figuring out what you are. How far have your 'friends' gotten, hmm?" They hadn't. They had gotten nowhere. I loosened my grip on him slightly as I considered what he was saying. I realised my mistake too late as he sprung up and the tables were turned. He was now straddling me, a malicious glint in his eyes.
"You tricked me!"
"Don't hate the player, Rosie," He whispered in my ear, brushing his fangs across my neck and slightly digging his claws into my wrists. "Hate the game,"
"You're right, Isaac," A voice said. I swung my head around to see Scott standing over us. "This is a game. And you're about to be a sore loser," He grabbed Isaac by the collar and threw him into the wall, knocking the boy out cold.
"How cool was that?!" He cried as I got to my feet.
"That was amazing!" I gushed. "The tag line was a nice touch, too. A bit corny, but it worked,"
"Oh, shit! Stiles!" He said as he noticed his friend on the stairs. Stiles was coming round and sat up woozily.
"Woah, what happened? Where's Lydia?"
"Safe," Allison said, standing at the top of the stairs. "I can't say the same for Erica, though. I'll need help bringing her down, she's a little incapacitated,"

Scott brought down a paralysed Erica a few minutes later. We picked up both of the intruders and launched them outside. They landed in a crumpled heap at Derek's feet. He looked at us with a sort of sick pride as we all stepped out of the house.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega. You're already an alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me,"
"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott said as sirens echoed in the distance. Derek's face dropped, but it wasn't because of the police. A hissing sound came from the top of the roof and we ran out from the porch to see the kanima perched on Scott's roof. It ran off into the night.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?!" Someone cried from the house. Lydia emerged from the doorway looking confused and desperate. Scott was a ghostly white colour.

"It's Jackson,"