A/N: I changed the price of the Deadpool from 117 million to 127 million because of Autumn!
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I open my eyes when I feel myself being jossled around. I look around to be met with the sight of the inside of some black van. I am by the back door of the van next to Stiles. Derek is on the other side of him. Across from us is Liam who has a slight smile on his face. I wonder why.
"Do you think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?" I hear Stiles ask as the van comes to a stop. Liam flicks his wrist as his claws pop out.
Derek stands up as much as he can and goes towards the door. As soon as he opens it, we are met with the sight of the thing Malia and I saw in Mexico. Scott said that Peter had called them Berserkers. We believe that Kate is the one who is controlling them. The Berserker grabs ahold of Derek and slings him to the ground. I feel arms wrapping around my waist preventing from helping Derek. I watch as the Berserker stabs Derek in the stomach.
I hear the sound of gunshots. The Berserker looks at the assailant before taking off. I was able to see that it was Braeden who shot at the Berserker. Before I could check on Derek, my vision starts to blur.
I let out a gasp as I sit up in bed. I look around noticing I am now in my room rather than inside that black van. What does that dream mean? Does that mean Derek's gonna die?
That's the power of the Areena. I have these so called 'dreams' as Deaton calls them. Each dream is completely different as they are based on certain future events. Mostly death and someone getting hurt, but not always. They can also be as sporadic and as spaced out as they want to be. I could have 2 or 3 in one week or go a few months without having a single one. I can't control when they happen or what they are about. Sometimes I can't even remember until the scene in the dream is moments away from happening.
I look at my phone on the bedside next to me. 5 a.m. Well, I'm not gonna be able to fall back asleep, so I just decided to take a shower. After I get out, I blow-dry and straighten my hair. I then put on some light makeup, basically consisting of concealer, powder, and mascara. I also put on some lip balm.
I walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I go over to the closet and pick out an outfit. I put on a back tank top and tucked it into a red button up skirt. I put on a black leather jacket and a pair of black ankle boots.
After I finish getting ready, I look at my phone. It was almost time for Scott and I to head over to the police station. The guy who delivered the keg to the party was murdered right before he was about to leave. His name was on that list that Lydia found. Our whole weekend was spent at the lake house because Lydia wanted to find the other lists. There was also another person who was killed. A girl named Carrie.
I heard a knock on my door. Scott peaked his head in. "Ready?"
I nod. "Let's go."
***
Scott, Stiles, and I stand on one side of Stilinski's desk while he stands on the other. We all need each others help since someone, maybe even multiple people, are killing supernatural creatures.
"So, the Walcott's were first." Stiles starts to explain to his father. "At least the first that we know about. Four murders. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional killer called the Mute. Weapon of choice, military tomahawk. But 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."
I hand him the dead pool. "This is a list of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills."
"This is only part of it though. The rest still has to be decoded." Scott explains.
"Who found this list?" Stilinski asked.
"Lydia." Stiles responds.
"How?" Stilinski asked again.
"She transcribed it without realizing it." I answer.
Stilinski looked at us. "Banshee?"
"Banshee." Stiles nods.
"Beautiful." He whispers. "All right, what are these numbers next to the name?"
"We're getting to that. First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key." Stiles said.
"Wait, you mean like a key word." His dad asked.
"It's actually a name." Scott frowned.
"Allison." I tell him. "Allison's name broke a third of the list.
"And now we think there's two other cipher keys." Scott adds.
I nod. "It will give us the rest of the names."
"Okay." Stilinski said a little overwhelmed. "So how do we get the cipher keys?"
"Same way we got the first one." Stiles said.
"Lydia." Scott says.
"Lydia is getting so stressed with all of this. She's been out at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other key words." Stiles explains.
"You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie? And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
"I don't know, but Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here." Scott answers.
"Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000." Mr. Stilinski said.
"And dropping." Stiles interrupted.
"But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to 500,000." He informed us. "Look, how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes, Areenas, and whatever the hell is out there are we talking about? And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?"
"We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit." I tell him. "You see that next to each name is a number, right?"
"How do the numbers change things?" Stilinski said.
"We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 127 million." Stiles said.
"Stolen from the Hale Vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders." Scott explained. "Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead."
"So the coded list goes out, and somehow these professional assassins get that list." Stilinski said.
"And a cipher key." Stiles added.
"And then they go after the names on the list. They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off." Stilinski said. We all nodded in agreement. He handed us some pictures. "Carrie was also stabbed."
"What's this mark?" I ask looking at the mark on Carrie's chest.
"We're not sure yet. We're waiting on the ME's report." He replies. "There's one other thing I don't get. How did this 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 informs. "So whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco."
"It was someone at that party." I say. "Mostly likely a student."
***
I walked outside looking for Scott and Stiles. I found them by a crowd around a bus. That must be the team we're playing tonight. I walk over to them and watch Liam, who was walking over there, looking mad.
"Brett! I just wanted to say..." He starts to breath heavily. "Have a good game."
"That's cute, Liam." Brett laughs. "Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."
"I paid for it." Liam grumbles.
"Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're going to break you in half out there. And it's going to be all your fault." Brett snaps. I looked down at Liam's hand, which was dripping blood.
"His hand." Stiles whispers. He'd seen it too.
All of us run up to him. Scott and I each grab one arm as we drag him away.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go." Scott says as him and I lead him out of the crowd. We took him to the locker room and put him under the cold shower. I was luckily able to take my jacket off before. I didn't want to get it wet.
"Okay, you calm yet?" I ask. Liam roars in response. We put him under the shower again.
"Okay! Okay!" He yells after he started to calm down.
I turn off the water. Liam leans against the wall and slides down, so he's now sitting on the floor. Scott bends down next to him. I grab my jacket and put it back on before standing next to Stiles.
"That car you smashed. I thought you said that it was your teacher's." Scott said after everything calmed down.
"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season." Liam pants.
"What did you do?" Scott asked.
Liam looked down. "I got a couple of red cards."
"Just a couple?" Stiles asked in shock. I glare at him making him raise his hands in defense.
"You gotta be honest with us." I tell Liam. "What else happened?"
"Nothing." Liam said. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."
"What did they call it?" Scott asked.
"Intermittent explosive disorder." He answers.
"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D. that's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb." Stiles said.
"Did they give you anything for it?" Scott asks, ignoring Stiles.
"Risperdal." He answers. "It's an antipsychotic."
"Oh, this just gets better and better." Stiles mumbled. I slapped his arm making him glare at me.
"But I don't take it." Liam admits.
"Obviously." Stiles said.
I glare at Stiles again. "Knock it off."
"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired." Liam explains.
"Okay." Scott sighs. "Liam, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."
"No, no! I can do this." Liam freaked out. "Especially if you're there."
"But, Liam. It's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team." Scott explained.
I start thinking about the party. Since it's on a full moon, it's kind of blurry. I don't know who bought the keg, but Garrett bought it since he opened the wine. Maybe he could be involved.
"Autumn, are you okay?" Scott says, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Um, I don't know who ordered the keg, but I know who bought it." I say. "Garrett"
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