Cassie, Scott, Kira, and Stiles all sat on the bench, trying to find the killer player that was assumed to be on the team.
"Shouldn't we do something now?" Kira asked, turning to Scott and Cassie.
"I mean, we can't. We're still not very sure it's him," Scott replied. "And if we're wrong, the real assassin gets away with it."
Cassie looked over to where Kira was. She saw her fidgeting with her fingers as she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Nervous?" she asked.
"About someone trying to kill us or about playing my first game?"
The witch shrugged. "Both?"
Kira looked up at her, seeing the lacrosse players from Devenford Prep pass by them. She gulped, definitely knowing her answer.
"Definitely both."
"Let's go! Let's go! Come on!" Coach shouted, making all three of them stand up from the bench.
Cassie and Kira both glanced at each other nervously before putting their helmets on. Just before she could go out onto the field, she felt Stiles pull her back and turn her to him.
"Did the thing with Derek earlier work? Can you do spells again?"
She shook her head. "Nope, but he taught me some combat moves, so that's something."
He nodded. "Are you sure you still want to go out there?"
"Stilinski! Williams! Let's go!"
"Come on, it's coach. I don't think I have a choice."
Before he could say another word, she ran out onto the field. He sighed before putting on his helmet and following after her.
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The score was one to zero. Devenford had already earned a point.
"Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?" Kira asked between pants.
"Because Stiles is actually playing on the field," Cassie replied. She felt Stiles' glare towards her and shrugged. "Sorry."
"Kira, Cassie, you guys keep an eye on Garratt. I'll watch out for Liam," Scott said before running off.
The girls nodded. They turned to look at each other, communicating with a single nod, before going off to find where Garratt was.
Stiles looked around him, seeing that he was left alone. "Yeah, I'm just gonna try to play lacrosse... alright."
Cassie crouched behind Garratt while Kira crouched in front. The whistle then blew, causing everyone to start sprinting. Kira and Cassie both discreetly followed Garratt as well as try to play the game.
Brett, who was on Devenford, launched the ball into the net of the goal post within less than a minute, scoring another point for his school.
Cassie stopped, hearing the scoreboard buzz loudly and changing the score to two to zero. She looked over to where Garratt was and saw him gripping his lacrosse stick rather tightly. He moved his hand from an area to the space below, revealing a set of buttons.
She cocked her head to the side. "So that's how it works," she muttered under her breath.
He felt someone's stare on him and turned to look in Cassie's direction. She smiled innocently and waved at him with her free hand. He nodded at her before presuming his position when the whistle blew again.
To Cassie's surprise, Stiles was able to scoop the ball up before the player in front of him could. He passed it to Kira, who was wide open, and yelled for her to start running. She started to grin proudly at herself as she started sprinting to the goal. Coach yelled for her to pass the ball to Cassie, but she ignored it. Cassie didn't even care; she just wanted someone to score a point for Beacon. Kira dodged a player from the opposite team before launching the ball into the net of the goal post. The scoreboard buzzed loudly, changing to score to two to one.
Kira jumped up and down excitedly. Cassie ran over to her and started jumping with her, shouting things like 'you did it, Kira!' and 'I'm so proud of you'. The excitement and proudness quickly faded after they heard couch call out Kira's name. Their proud grins were wiped off their faces as Kira ran over to where coach was standing.
"What? What's happening?" Cassie asked, running over to Scott.
"Coach benched her," he replied disappointedly.
She sighed. "Of course, he did."
Garratt walked past the two of them with a smug smirk on his face. Cassie sighed again, looking over at Scott.
"He knows, doesn't he?"
"Definitely."
The referee blew his whistle again. Scott and Cassie got into their positions. At the start, the player managed to scoop the ball up before Liam could. Then, Liam quickly shoved that player to the ground and scooped the ball up in his lacrosse stick. He tried to jump over a few players, one player being Brett, but ended up just falling over them and dropping the ball.
Cassie, Stiles, and Scott immediately rushed over to him, hearing both his and Brett's cries of pain. After asking Brett if he was okay himself, Scott and the other two quickly helped Liam off the ground.
"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked, wiping off the dirt on Liam's arm.
"I didn't," the beta panted. "He hit me."
He looked down to his arm, causing the others to follow his league. His arm was broken. Cassie blinked at it before looking away.
"Oh, that's- mmm," she spoke, leaning her forehead on Stiles' shoulder as she shut her eyes. Stiles wrapped his free arm around her waist instinctively as he looked away as well.
Scott grabbed the arm, telling Liam to close his eyes. He took a deep breath before snapping the bones in his arm back in place, so it would heal properly. Liam cried out, feeling the overwhelming pain in his arm. By the time Scott let go, Liam's bones were back in place and healed.
Cassie turned back to them once she knew they were finished. She looked down and finally noticed Stiles' arm around her waist.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, gaining his attention. He looked down to his arm and quickly removed it from her waist. "Thank you."
"Are you cut? Did Garratt cut you?" Scott asked Liam worriedly.
"No. No, I'm okay."
Scott looked over to where Garratt was, clear rage being seen in his eyes. "Then he missed."
"Scott, what do you mean?" Cassie questioned.
"It's Liam," he replied, looking back at Liam. "You're the one he's after."
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"I talked to coach. I'm out for the rest of the game," Liam announced.
"Okay. That's good. You're safer at least," Cassie replied.
Kira nodded, agreeing with Cassie, and turned to Scott. "What are you gonna do?"
Scott sighed. "I don't know. Something's still not right. We're missing something."
"Guys," Stiles called, coming up to the three of them. "Lydia just broke off another third of the list."
"Am I on it?" Liam asked.
"No, but someone else is."
"Who?" Cassie questioned.
"Brett. As in the Brett that was just cut by Garratt's lacrosse stick."
"So, does that mean Brett was his target and not Liam?" Kira asked.
"Wait, the person who killed Demarco had a thermo-cut wire while Garratt has a blade inside a lacrosse stick, which means that the person who killed Demarco is possibly trying to kill Brett right now," Cassie theorized.
She looked back up at the other three who were already looking at her with stunned faces. She then widened her eyes in shock when she realized what she had just said. Before she could say anything else, Scott rushed out of there and sprinted to the boys' locker room as fast as he could.
Cassie and Stiles glanced at each other. She nodded towards the direction Scott went, telling him to go after him with her. They then sprinted after Scott.
By the time they got to the locker room, everything was already taken care of. Although, there were unconscious people lying on the floor. Cassie looked up at Scott and saw burn marks on his neck that were already healing. Her and Stiles walked into the room, still staring at all the unconscious bodies until their attention was grabbed by Scott's voice.
"I think you better call your dad."