Dome → Isaac Lahey

3.0 : recital

Stiles' POV

Carmen and I burst through the doors to the school's auditorium, the music from the school's orchestra filling our ears. I look around the seated crowd looking for Scott, finding him standing on the back wall to our left. I take off in his direction and tap his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey, anything happen yet?" I ask, my arms folding over my chest.

"No," He shakes his head, his eyebrows dropping in confusion, "Where's Car?"

I whip around and notice Carmen, still standing at the doors of the room. Her head was hung low and she was hunched over, leaning on her knees. I could tell that she was breathing heavily from where we stood. I can't call her name from here or I'll disrupt the orchestra, so I rush over to her, placing my hand on her back.

"Carmen, what are you doing?" I whisper.

She looks up to me, eyes red with tears. Her claws were exposed and it's then that I notice she had dug holes into her thighs with them. Her twitching eyes flickered back and forth between bright amber and brown.

"I'm fine, I'm fine . ." She whispers, her breathing only getting heavier. Scott runs up to my side and when his eyes land on Carmen, he looks to me with wide eyes.

"What's wrong with her?" He questions. All I can offer him is a shrug.

She begins to raise to a standing position, taking a deep breath. In the middle of the breath, she begins to lean to the side and would have fallen if Scott wasn't there beside her. He helps her back up and she looks around the room with her heavy eyes. They land on the girl from earlier-- Nina, I think- And she scrambles to get behind one of us, holding her head in her hands.

"She can't see me," She mutters, her head dropping once again.

"Okay, what the hell is going on . ." I murmur to myself. We very well may be in the same room as a mass murderer, and suddenly Carmen was acting like a drunken 3 year old. 

"Where's Lydia," Scott's eyes widen as he searches around the room frantically. "Where's Lydia! She was just sitting in that chair!"

We exchange panicked looks and grab onto Carmen, running out of the room and to the front of the school. As Scott begins using his werewolf vision or whatever to locate Lydia, Carmen practically snatches her arm from my grip, a grimace on her face. She rubs her neck and closes her eyes, groaning.

"You okay?" I go to touch her again but she pulls away with another groan.

"I'm fine, I just . ." She starts, shaking her head. "I feel drained."

I'm about to question her on her words when her and Scott suddenly cover their ears, faces painted with pain. 

"Fuck!" Carmen exclaims, pressing her palms against her ears even harder. I, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to everything they were hearing. Shouldn't Carmen be too? She wasn't a full werewolf- She had never been able to hear the things Scott could.

Scott and Carmen lock gazes before he takes off back into the school and down the dark hallway. Carmen and I follow as fast as we can, though I still had no idea what was going on. Carmen begins to give out once we turn into another hallway, her breathing getting heavier and her steps getting immensely slower. 

"Carmen, what are you doing!?" I urge, "I'm 147 of pale skin and fragile bones and I'm running faster than you!"

She coughs and begins running again. I was beyond confused by everything that was going on tonight, but I didn't have time to think about it. We come to a stop at the doorway of a classroom, where Scott, my dad, Ms.Blake, and Lydia all were.

There was so much to take in. My dad laid on the ground, gun in hand, knife in his shoulder. Scott was transformed, looking to Ms.Blake menacingly. Lydia sat in a chair, staring at the scene in horror, a wire around her neck. Ms.Blake stood behind the chair, her head turned towards us. With a flick of her hand, the desk at the front of the classroom slides in front of the door, shutting it in our faces. As a cherry on top, she even locks the door and covers the window of it for added protection.

Upon seeing my dad, I begin to bang on the door, screaming at them through it. Carmen was still catching her breath behind me, leaning on her knees.

"Carmen, do something!" I cry out when I hear a gunshot ring through the room, "Use your strength or something!"

She wrings her arms out and goes to push as hard as she can on the door, which was pretty much as hard as I was doing it earlier.

"I-I can't," She strains, "I'm too weak, I-"

"What do you mean you're too weak?!" I shout angrily, pushing on the door alongside her.

"I don't know!" She cries, tears streaming down her face, "I can't do it!"

An idea clicks in her mind and she runs to another part of the building. A second later sirens begin going off throughout the building, red lights flickering on and off. Carmen comes running back with a fire extinguisher in her arms. "Get back!"

She lifts the red metal and begins banging it over and over on the door's handle, watching it slowly break away until it finally gives out, shattering on the ground. She tosses the extinguisher to the side and yells at me to help her with the door, both of us using all of our strength to get the door open. The desk finally slides across the tile floor and we stumble through, our eyes going wide as we see that Ms.Blake had broken through the classroom window, bringing one person along with her.

"DAD!?"