𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐈𝐄𝐃
{𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝}
Stiles, Evelyn, and Scott stood around the Sheriff's desk as Stiles informed his father of everything they knew so far, "So, the Walcott's were the first. At least the first that we know about. Four murders. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute. Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a Claymore mine. Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house. And got decapitated outside his car. And then last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson."
"It's a dead pool." Scott put everything Stiles had just said into simpler terms, "A hit list of supernatural creatures."
Scott reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This is the only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded."
Stilinski's eyes trailed down the list as he examined it, "Who found this list?"
"Lydia." Evelyn told him. "How?" Stilinski questioned them.
"She wrote it." Stiles explained before correcting himself, "Actually, she transcribed it. Without realizing it."
"Banshee?" Stilinski asked for confirmation, "Banshee."
"Beautiful." Stilinski sighed, glancing down so he could look over the paper again, "All right, what are these numbers next to the names?"
"We're getting to that." Stiles said, "First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key."
"Wait." Stilinski paused at his sons words, "You mean, like a...like a keyword?"
"It's actually a name." Stiles corrected him.
Scott looked up from the paper as he said, "Allison."
"Her name broke a third of the list." Evelyn nodded as she informed, "And now we think there's two more cipher keys."
"Which will give us the rest of the names, okay." Stilinski nodded, "So how do we get the cipher keys?"
"The same way we got the code." Evelyn told the man, "Lydia is at the lake house with Allison, Malia, and Kira trying to figure it out, they've been there all weekend."
Stilinski brought out the crime scene photos of the murders and it was safe to say they were brutal, "You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie. Hmm? And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?"
"I don't know." Scott sighed as he responded, "But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here."
"Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County?" Stilinski questioned them, "The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000."
"And dropping."
Stilinski sent his son an unimpressed look for his comment, "But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at closer to 500,000. Look, how many werewolves, witches, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about? And what happens if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?"
"We don't think there'd be that many." Stiles said, "There's a limit."
"Because of the numbers." Scott added, pointing down at the list, "We think that once we decide the names, the numbers will add up to 117."
"117 what?" Stilinski asked.
"Million." Scott responded, Stiles grabbing the list and beginning to write an M next to all the names. "Hundred and seventeen million dollars, Dad. Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."
"Someone who wants literally every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead." Evelyn chimed in.
"So, the coded list goes out." Stilinski started, "And somehow these professional assassins get that list."
"And a cipher key."
"And then they go after the names on the list." Stilinski continued after his son's interruption, "They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off."
"Let me see. Carrie was also stabbed." Stiles looked over Carrie's crime scene photos, "What's this mark?"
"We're not sure yet." Stilinski responded, "We're waiting on the M.E.'s report. There's one other thing I don't get. How did the new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house."
"Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash." Scott told him.
"Ah." Stilinski nodded with a sigh, "So, whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco."
"Yeah, it was someone at the party."
"A student."
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Evelyn was in the locker room with her friends, sorting through all the players gear after Stiles discovered the killer was on the team. "This is pointless - most of the team plays with their own gear." Scott finally said.
"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?" Kira suggested.
"The game's the best way to catch him red-handed." Scott countered against her suggestion.
"But what if he's red-handed cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he just stabbed to death?" Evelyn cocked her head, he had a point. "Which, by the way, could be one of you three."
"Or Liam..." Scott added as Evelyn shot him a look, that kid wasn't gonna get hurt on her watch. "Well, we don't have the whole list, and he could be on it."
"We don't know 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 about that list, how it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been taking out a supernatural census, anyway?" Stiles asked them.
"How do they even know about me?" Kira questioned. "They know about everyone." Scott told her.
Stiles sighed at that. "I think Kira's right. I think we should stop the game."
"I'm not afraid." Scott said firmly.
"Neither am I."
Evelyn made a face at that, finally speaking up. "Well, then you're both idiots. I'm fucking terrified and I'm unkillable."
Stiles snapped his fingers, pointing at her in agreement. "Guys, these are professional killers - it's their profession! One of them's got a thermo cut wire that cuts heads off! Who knows what else they have."
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Evelyn skidded to a stop beside Mason, watching Liam approach one of the kids from the other school as she asked. "Who's that?"
"Brett."
"I wanted wanted to say...have a good game."
Brett and the other kids standing behind him laughed in Liam's face before he straightened up, stepping forward. "That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you in anger management? Apologize, and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."
"I paid for it." Liam countered, suddenly losing his faux friendly attitude as he tightened his fists.
"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. We're going to break you in half out there, and it's gonna be all your fault."
Evelyn followed Scott and Stiles as they ran forward, Scott leading Liam away as Stiles and her stayed behind. "Hey, what's up, prep students? Welcome to our little public high school! How you doing?"
Stiles held out his hand but Brett just stared at it before looking back up at him, but not before looking Evelyn up and down. "That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight, uh, let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there."
Stiles grabbed Evelyn by her shoulders, leading her away after glancing back at Brett. "Eyes up here, buddy. I'm watching you."
A few minutes later, the three held Liam against the showers as he growled and struggled against their hold. "Okay, you calm yet?"
Liam just growled again, continuing to struggle until he calmed down. "Okay! Okay!"
Liam slid down the wall as Scott kneeled down in front of him, his voice gentle. "That care you smashed...I thought you said that was your teacher's."
"He was also my coach. He benched me for an entire season." Liam confessed, staring down at his hands regretfully.
"What did you do?" Scott asked him.
"I got a couple of red cards..."
"Just a couple?" Stiles questioned.
Evelyn took over, her voice gentle so the boy didn't feel any worse. "Liam, we need you to be honest with us so we can help you. Did something else happen?"
Liam glanced up at her reassuring gaze, admitting to her. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."
"What did they call it?" Scott questioned him.
"Intermittent explosive disorder."
"I.E.D?" Stiles repeated in disbelief. "You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb."
Evelyn reached over and punched Stiles harshly, sending him a glare. "Shut the hell up!"
After sparing them a glance, Scott continued. "Did they give you anything for it?"
"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic. But I don't take it -,"
"Obviously!" Stiles interjected, Evelyn's glare somehow only growing harsher as she whispered. "I will kill you."
"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired." Liam explained to them.
Scott sighed at that, feeling sympathy for the boy. "Okay, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."
"No!" Liam exclaimed in protest. "No, I can do this, especially if Evie's there."
"Liam, this isn't just about the game." Evelyn told him, the teen shifting his eyes to her. "Whoever killed Demarco is playing on the team with you guy's."
"Who's Demarco?" Liam asked them in confusion. "The one who brought the beer to the party?" Stiles reminded. "The guy who was beheaded, remember?"
"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." Scott noticed the look on Liam's face after his words, asking. "Liam...? What, you know something?"
"I don't know who ordered the keg...but I know who paid for it."
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Evelyn sat in the stand's next to Allison, watching the game nervously. So far, everything had gone fine until the players crashed into each other, Liam hitting the ground in pain.
Evelyn didn't hesitate to run out of the stands and into the field where the boys were, Allison not far behind her as the two elected to ignore Coach's yells behind them. "How hard did you hit him?"
"I didn't." Liam told them, panting for breath as he looked down at his broken arm. "He hit me."
Scott took off his gloves, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention before grabbing Liam's arm. "Close your eyes." Scott twisted the arm back into place, Liam groaning in pain as it healed.
"Are you okay? Did Garrett cut you?"
"No, no, I'm okay."
"Then he missed."
Evelyn tuned out her friends, her eyes scanning the field only to spot none other than Brett Talbot being checked out by the paramedics by the ambulance.
It took Evelyn a moment, but all the pieces slowly clicked together in her head. Brett was a werewolf, she could smell it on him since she saw him earlier, so if it was a normal injury, why hadn't he healed?
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳
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Evelyn walked down the hallway slowly, hearing the noise coming from the locker room, entering. She spotted Brett on the floor, the beta's eyes slowly opening only to speak the words. "Run!"
Evelyn ducked as a punch was swung at her from behind, turning around and throwing Violet into one of the lockers.
Turning back around, Evelyn rushed down to the Beta on the floor, speaking reassuringly. "Hey, hey, just hang on a minute, alright? We're gonna help you."
The brunette gasped in shock as the wire wrapped around her throat, twisting around until her neck snapped.
Just as Evelyn dropped to the ground, Scott ran in while Violet hid behind a locker.
Jesus, if these people snapped her neck one more time...
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i'm back you sexy bitches.