We're going to save Boyd and everything will be okay. One of them at least needs to make it out alive. Erica will be missed. I hate to know that she is dead. I took it hard, but I've changed and I can't show too much, not like I used to do. Truth be told, I just wanted to curl up in my bed and cry, but I can't do that. There's too much going on for me to act like that anymore. So, I'm just going to stuff my feelings down, lock them away in my mind. 

   Stiles and Scott took forever to find how to break into the vault. They came over the next morning with a blue print in hand. I didn't sleep at all last night. All I could think about was how Erica died. Did she suffer or was it quick? I was thinking about how I'm never going to see her again. When I heard the front door open around five, I quickly threw on a pair of clothes, ran a brush through my hair, and joined everyone downstairs. I didn't go to school. Isaac and I decided to- well, actually, Isaac decided for us- that we would stay and help Derek. 

        All of their heads snap up as I march down the spiral staircase, stepping around Peter, who is perched on the bottom stairs. I give them a weak smile and walk over to where they have a light shined on top of the table. Stiles whips out some kind of blue print paper from his backpack. I stand near the side of the table, Scott on my right. 

        Scott smiles, eyes searching my face for any sign of sadness. "Hey."

        I force all of the weakness in me away, putting on my tough facade. Except, with Scott, I feel like I don't have to do that. "Hi."

        Stiles slams the paper flat against the table. "Okay. You see this?" He point to a area on the paper. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here." He circles the vault with a red sharpie. "Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."

        Scott, with both of his hands supporting himself as he leans on the table, addresses his question to Stiles. "Can we fit in there?"

        Stiles nods. "Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

        "Look, forget the drill." Derek gazes down at the blue print.        

        Stiles pounds the air with his fist, turning his head to Derek. "Sorry?"

        "If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asks. 

        Stiles glimpses at all of us, incredously. He moves his head back to Derek, finger tapping on the table. "What do you... what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?"

        The two of them straighten up. Stiles, not believing any of this, with his arms down by his side and his back to us. Derek, with an annoyed look on his face and arms crossed. They are both facing each other. 

        "Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek says with a hint of a smile. He knows that saying that Stiles won't believe him. I know it's true. Derek could punch through the Great Wall of China.

        "Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared." Stiles taunts him until Derek holds his fist up. "Big, bad wolf.Yeah, look at that."

        I press my lips in a thin line, worried. "Stiles, I don't think you should do that."

        Stiles ignores me, grabs ahold of Derek's wrist and holds his another hand about a couple inches away from Derek's fist. "Okay, see this?That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"         

        Derek punches Stiles's hand with enough force to have Stiles stumble backwards. Stiles' face contorts in pain as he walks off holding his hand. Grunts of pain escape out of his mouth. I push away from the table and walk over to where he is. 

        "He could do it." Stiles tells everyone with his back to all of us.

        I step in front of him. "Are you okay? I tried to warn you." 

        Stiles bites his lip. "Mm, yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Stiles lies through clenched teeth. He's lucky his hand didn't break. 

        "I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek asks.

         I quickly walk back to the table with my head high. "I'll come."

        "No, you're not ready!" Derek replies a little harshly. I let out an exasperated sigh. Figures. How does he expect me to be a better hybrid if he doesn't let me do anything.

       "Don't look at me.I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself." Peter states from the stairs, rubbing his hands toghether. 

        "So I'm supposed to just let them die?"

        "One of them is already dead." Peter points out. 

        "We don't know that."

        "Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." 

        Anger courses through my veins. How dare he say that? I bite my tongue to keep myself from snapping. Now is not the time. 

        Stiles rejoins the table. "Could someone kill him again, please?"

        "Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk." Peter leans back, crossing his arms.

        I whip around. "Look, I get that you're new around here, but not only are they are friends, but they're our family-"

        Peter smirks, but I can see he is a little shocked that I said anything. "Sometimes, sacrifies need to be made to make a better family."

        "I'm sure you know all about that then." I sneer. "If you don't remember correctly, let me remind you. Derek was the one that killed you because you were some psychopath killer. Maybe you should have taken your own advice and stayed dead. Clearly, with you gone, Derek was making a better family." 

        Everyone stands back, unsure of how to even approach this situation. Peter, however, has another comback for me. "Yes, teenage werewolves and a hybrid, who cries all the time. That's a great family. Very strong."

        "At least I want to go and get Boyd and Erica. I'm not some coward, who refuses to try because it's 'not worth the risk'. All you care about is yourself, Peter. And, guess what. If you keep making enemies, there's going to be no one there to save you when you need it most. You-"

        "Whoa." Stiles wraps his arm around my shoulder to steer me away from Peter. I hadn't even noticed that I was stepping closer and closer to him. I breathe, heavily. I don't know where that side of me came from, but I kind of liked it.

        Peter stands up on the stairs and I hear him extend his claws. "I'll show you who the coward is."

     Before I even had I chance to spin around, Derek runs over to Peter, stopping him from advancing towards me. What suprised me the most was that Scott grabbed my hand and shoved me behind him. Stiles even stood in front of us, protectively. One of Scott's hands has his claws out while the other one is looped around my back, pressing me close to his back. How did I get myself in this situation? Peter shakes his head and sits back down. No one says anything as Derek returns to the table. 

        Peter continues to glare at me. Stiles moves back to the table. Scott moves his hand from my back and leads me to the table. I stand between Stiles and him, glancing at Peter from my peripheral vision. Scott loops his arm around my waist, both of our sides touching. Why is he so protective of me? Stiles is protective, but he didn't grab on to me. Why did Scott do that?

        "What about you?" Derek leans back up against the table.

        "Yeah," Stiles stares straight at the table, answering instead of Scott. "If you want me to come-"

        "Not you." Derek tells him with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

        "Got it." 

        "I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something." Scott answers and looks back at Peter, who just looks away annoyed. "We have to try."

        "But?'

        "Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?"

X

        I'm proud of myself for talking Derek into letting me come with them. Derek was very adament about not letting me come until I reminded him what happened with Peter and I. If he leaves us alone, there's a good chance that we are going to try to kill each other. That's the only reason he agreed. Scott didn't like the idea anymore than Derek did. That's how I ended up in the backseat of the Camaro. 

        Derek parks the car down a dark alley. The two of them climb out as I unbuckle my seatbelt, waiting for one of them to move their seats forward. Instead, both of them slam their door shut once they are out. Derek even locks the doors. I climb over the middle console, confused. What are they doing? I know I didn't say anything the whole ride, but they didn't forget about me did they? 

        I knock my knuckles on the glass. "Derek?"

        Derek spins around, keys in hand. "What?"

        "Aren't you forgetting about someone?" I grab ahold of the door handle. The door doesn't open. I reach across to the driver's side and try his door. Nothing. I try over and over again, growing frustrated. Where the hell are the buttons? "You used the child locks?!" I yell at them when I see a hole in the side of his door, where he yanked the button to the child locks out. He locked me in and yanked it out, so I couldn't get out. 

        I climb back over to Scott's side. I bang my fist on the window. "Are you kidding me? Let me out."

        "You're not coming, Chloe." Derek shoves his keys in his pocket.

        "I can help you guys!" I shout.

        Scott hangs his head, avoiding my eyes. "It's too dangerous, Chloe. I'm sorry."

        At that, they start to walk away from the car. I slam my hand against the window, furiously. I thought I was proving to them that I could handle myself. I lean myself over the console, back to the small hole. I shove two fingers inside, hoping to grab on to some kind of wire. Maybe he didn't pull the whole thing out. I come up short. 

        Just think. There must be another way. I could always break the glass, but I would prefer that to be my last option. Any car should have another way to undo the child locks. I sit back up and open the glove box. Please still have the manual in here. I shove random papers to the side. A light tan books sits on the bottom, covered in dust. The words 'Owner's Manual' are printed on the top. I flip to the index. A picture of a trunk captures my attention.

        Wait. I have an idea. I whip around, analzing how the backseat are. I climb in the backseat, fingers running along the top of the seats, where they connect to the back. My fingers dip down and hook around a latch to pull up. I pull up and lean back as the seat moves forward. Yes! I push the seats down all the way, climbing on top of them. I stretch my through the space between the driver's seat and the door to press the trunk button. My finger presses the button and I hear the sweet sound of the the trunk popping open.

        I laugh, happily. I duck my head down and crawl through the hole into the trunk. Once I get far enough in, I push my right hand against the lid, pushing it up. I crawl out of the trunk, a pleased smile on my face. Running to the back side of the building, I see the ladder that they must have used to get to the roof. I remember exactly how they planned on getting inside.

        About eight minutes later, I find myself in the small shaft that Stiles was telling us about earlier. I move myself against the wall, freezing when I hear fighting going on on the other side of the wall. I wiggle closer to the hole in the wall that Derek punched through. Stiles wasn't kidding when he said the place was small. 

        "Boyd!" I hear Allison's yell from the other side of the wall. What is she doing here?

        I push myself out of the wall just in time to see Boyd yank his claws out of Scott's chest, who looked seconds from dying. I race into the vault, catching Scott as he falls to the ground from being lifted in the air. Blood is coming out of his mouth. His weight surprises me a little and we half fall to the floor until I use my strength to lift us back up.

        "Chloe?" Scott gasps, leaning all of his weight against me.

        I loop my arm around his back as Boyd and another girl race out of the vault. "You can yell at me later." 

        Derek swiftly marches out of the vault, grabbing on to Allison. I lead Scott towards them, feeling himself begin to support himself a little bit. 

        "Don't touch her!" Scott yells when Derek harshly holds on to her.

        "What were you thinking?" Derek releases his grip on her.

        Allison gasps for air. "That I had to do something."        

        "She saved our lives." Scott defends her.

        Derek angrily points his finger at Scott, noticing me, but deciding now is not the time to yell at me. "Yeah, and what do you think they're gonna do out there? Do you have any idea what we just set free?"

        "I could have helped them. You didn't have to do that, Allison." I speak only to get a glare from her in response.

        "You want to blame me?" She raises her voice. "Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into killers."

        "No. No, that's just the rest of your family." Derek says as she begins to walk away.

        Allison turns back around. "I made mistakes. Gerard is not my fault."

        "And, what about your mother?" I think back to that night. 

        Allison shakes her head, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

        Derek glances at Scott, who has one arm around my shoulders and his back to the vault door. "Tell her, Scott."

        "What does he mean, Scott? What does he mean?"

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So, I have been crazy busy the past week. That's why I am just now updating. I literally wrote this chapter in an hour. Hopefully, there's no mistakes. Sadly, the month of September is insanely busy for me. Every weekend, I have something going on, so it will be very hard for me to update. Please understand.

Anyways, this chapter was interesting, wasn't it? Some cute Schloe moments. I think my favorite part was when Chloe stood up to Peter. How great was that? I was writing this and I just thought that would be really good for Chloe to do. 

Chloe is pretty brilliant. I love that about her. She was able to get out of the car and find the boys. I didn't want her to be a part of the fight, but I still wanted her to be there. This was the best way to make that happen.

Question: What was your favortie part of this chapter?

So, yeah!