Chapter Five : Devenford Prep
Allison and I sat laughing in her room. Talking about what she missed in the last months. I was close to a sugar high. I mean the white blanket and white walls started to blur together. "Okay, okay. Just tell me this Ally. Why did you only talk to me?"
"No one else made an effort to talk to me. As if to them I might as well have been dead. When I got your letters, I felt like I was still alive. But enough sad Stories. Let's talk you and Scott."
"Uh-" I was saved when my phone started to ring. "Thank god. Hey Stiles."
"Hey where are you?"
"With Allison. Back at her place, why?"
"Lydia found something." At this point my phone was on speaker.
"Something like?" Allison asked.
"It's a deadpool Cait."
"Stiles if you're trying to say Lottie would leave you for Ryan Reynolds. Everyone already knew that."
"Yeah-Yeah I knew that, but in all fairness I would break up with Lottie if it meant I could date Ryan Reynolds."
"Okay. Stiles stop getting side tracked, why does it matter?" Allison sped Stiles up.
"Right. Like I said it's a deadpool. A supernatural hit list if you will. Lydia broke it with a key. Paid for with the money stolen from the Hale Vault." Stiles paused, "You're not gonna ask me how much you're worth."
I roll my eyes, "How much am I worth."
"20 million."
"And-And Lydia?"
"15 million."
"Another thing that changed."
"Changed?What are you talking about?"
"When Cait saved your life, she changed the code. The first key was meant to be your name, Allison."
"Okay, so what is it now?" The Argent girl asked.
"Heather."
"Your friend that was a sacrifice?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. If Lydia is 5 million less then what I was taught was the list how much is Scott?"
"25 million."
"Okay at least that's the same."
"Look, Scott and I are on our way to inform my dad about it."
"Wait? How long have you guys known?" Allison asked.
"All weekend. We didn't tell you because It seemed like the two of you were finally getting a chance to be friends. You guys never seemed close, and now that Allison is back, the two of you spent the whole weekend together. I just thought it would be better."
"It's okay Stiles. Look we'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. See you guys tomorrow." Stiles hung up the phone.
"Okay. Now that we know you're on a hitlist, I still want to know everything I missed."
"Oh my god." I laugh, throwing my head back as I dig into a story.
~
The plan was to have Malia and Chloe follow Lydia all day in case she found the next key. Kira was to focus on calming her nerves of having to play a lacrosse game and not die. Scott and Isaac was on Liam proallo making sure the poor kid didn't take someone's head off, Lottie and Stiles were trying to figure out Carrie's death. And as for Evlynn, Allison, and myself. Well we got the day off. Probably.
~
Stiles was sifting through a stack of crime scene photos while Coach was yelling about Economic disparity. Bring everything back to sports, though I had to give it to him the analogy was kinda helpful.
Coach banged his stick against Stiles desk, "You know, Stilinski." He picked up a photo of Carrie's left shoulder. "If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A plus student."
"Thanks Coach." Stiles nods his head as Coach starts to pull back.
"Put those pictures away.' Coach bangs the desk again but this time Stiles grabs the end of it. Forcibly he removes the cap, comparing it to the outline of Carrie's body. "Stilinski! What the hell is wrong with you?" Stiles pulls back still holding up the photo. "Don't answer that." Coach pulls his stick away.
Scott leans over as Lottie and I lean forward. "It's a lacrosse player."
"The killer's on the team?"
~
"Liam, wait. No. No. No" I heard Mason's voice from f=down the hall as I put my Econ book away.
"Shit." I slammed my locker shut running after the beta.
I rushed out the doors, standing in the crowd as Liam held out his hand for.. Brett. Damn it how could I forget that. It seemed peaceful enough. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over to see Stiles tripping into me, Scott right behind him, and Isaac laughing his ass off behind Scott. I just held up my finger, shushing them then pointing to where Liam was.
We watched as Brett laughed at Liam. The rest of the team joined in. I could see his mouth move but I couldn't hear what he said. Scott looked down to Liam's hand. "Oh, shiyt!" The four of us ran over to the young beta.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's go." Scott and Isaac grabbed one of Liam's arm pushing him back.
I stood in a stair off with Brett I could tell he knew who I was, just by the way his jaw tightened when he saw me. "Welcome to B.H.H.S. Good luck to everyone tonight. I say smugly as Stiles pushes past Isaac.
"What's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. Like Caity said, good luck to everyone. But uhh let's keep it clean out there." Stiles held out his head, "I'm Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there. All right see you on the field." As Stiles took a step back I took a step forward so Brett was less than five inches away from me.
"Oh what are you gonna do Talbot, kiss me?." I stand on my toes so I was talking into the beta's ear. "We both know I know what you are. Be safe tonight, people have been killed on that field before. Like the supernatural beacon we are." I backed away. "Good luck, once again."
~
Scott and Isaac pushed Liam under the cold water once more, his eyes still glowing a deep yellow. "Are you calm yet?" Isaac asked, pulling Liam from the water. Liam only responds with a roar, so Scott and Isaac push him back under. They hold him to the wall for another minute or so.
"Okay. Okay." Liam pants out, sliding down the wall as Isaac turned the water off.
"That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's." Scott spoke more than asked his beta.
"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season."
"What did you do?"
"I got a couple of red cards."
"How much do you mean by couple?" I asked, bending down next to the beta. I have now been in the boys locker room four times and it still saddens me that it's the exact same as the girls.
Scott bent down in front of Liam, "You gotta be honest with us. What else happened."
"Nothing." Liam sighed, "I got kicked out of school, they sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."
"All right. What'd they call it?" Isaac asked, leaning on one of the far walls of the showers.
"Intermittent Explosive Disorder."
"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? God why did Caitlin have to be right?" Stiles whispered the last part but all of us could still hear him.
"Did they give you anything for it?" Scott asked his beta, still the calmest of all four of us."
"Risperdal."
I frulle my eyebrows, "The antipsychotic."
Liam nods, "But I don't take it."
"Obviously."
"Stiles would you shut the hell up." I say from the floor.
"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired."
Scott sighed, "Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg's still hurting."
"No. No!" Liam stands, "I can do this. Especially if you're there." I couldn't help but smile. Scott finnal had someone to show him he wasn't a mess up. He was a hero, because he never believed it from the rest of us.
"It's not just about the game anymore." I say, my voice sweet. "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on the team."
"Who's Demarco?"
"The guy who got murdered at the party." Isaac huffed out a laugh, "You know when you ran into the woods and almost killed Scott."
I snap my fingers lighting Isaac's jacket on fire, "He was the one who brought the keg." I heard the water turn on next to me.
"Jesus christ Caity. What is it with you and burning my clothing?"
"Relaxe that's only the second time I've ever done it."
Scott rolled his eyes at Isaac and my bickering, "We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." Liam looked to the floor, "Liam? Do you know something?"
"Uh-I don't know who ordered the keg, but I know who paid for it."
"Who?" Isaac asked, turning the other shower off.
"Garret."
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I stood in my normal spot at the bottom of the bleachers, watching the third set of lights turn on. "Caitlin!" I turned at the sound of my name. Allison stood in her hunting gear. "Come one. Derek's showing my dad and me the Hale vault."
I looked back at the field, Scott made eye contact with me, and nodded, "Okay, why is there a vault on school property."
"Apparently the vault was here first."
~
Allison, her father and I watched as Derek twisted his claws on the side of the Beacon High School sing. What sounded like an air case being opened was the only thing I could hear, and the sign turned revealing a staircase. Derek looked at all of us before descending, the rest of us following.
Derek started to pick around the vault, "What are we looking for?" I asked, standing still at the bottom of the stairs. Derek held up a triskilian before moving to Chris Argent.
"She was here for this." He told the man handing over the metal disk. Chrsi Argent took it, turning it over in his hands, "We use it to teach young Betas how to control the shifts on a full moon."
"Has it ever worked?" Allison asked, taking the item from her father.
"Control was never one of Kate's strengths."
Allison handed the disk back to Derek. I tilted my head at the oldest Argent, "You knew she was alive. Didn't you?"
"Not for certain. But I'd been searching ever since Derek handed me the shotgun shell." Chrsi dug in his pocket pulling out a red shell with a gold tip.
"What are you gonna do when you find her?" Derek asked, eyeing the shell.
"There's a place, we can take her." Allison said, checking the time.
"Not that I would really be surprised if you did, but are you saying you have some sort of werewolf jail?" I asked both Argents.
"Something like that." Allison reassured me, following her father's gase to the cracked open vault."
"She won't go quietly." Derek spoke.
"I don't expect her to." It was as if two conversations were happening. One with Allison and me, one with Derek and Mr. Argent. "And I'll do what's necessary."
Derek sighed taking a few steps forward. "What if I asked you not to?" Chrsi turned to look at the Hale, Allison and I doing the same. "She took something from me." Derek flashed his eyes. But they weren't blue or red. They were gold. "At first, I just thought it was a part of my past. Then I started to lose something else. My sense of smell. I'm losing my power?"
"How is that even possible?" Allison asked, adjusting her arm guard.
"I don't know."
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When Allison and I got back to the game, everyone was already on the field. And in all honesty Devenford was kicking our ass. God we sucked without Danny. "Can you see anything?" Allison asked all of a sudden. "I mean like a vision, not whatever's happening on the field."
"There's an assassin on the loose, I don't know if trying to predict the future is the best call."
"That's fair." Allison paused, "Can you remember anything?"
"Just that Brett, number 28, on the other team. He's a werewolf. But I can't remember how this game plays out."
"Why doesn't Scott know that?"
"Born wolves can learn this ability, masking their scent. Bitten wolves can too, it just takes a lot longer." We both turned back to the game.
We watch Kira truly fail at being a team player but my eyes were trained on Garret. I even noticed the look he gave Scott when Kira got pulled from the field. "Something setting you off?"
"What? No."
"Well it's just, you're doing that thing where you bite your necklace, and you only do that when you're never."
"I just feel like something's about to happen. And I have no idea how to stop it."
"Yeah. I think we all feel it."
"And with everything that's changed so far, I'm not even sure if me remembering something could be helpful."
"Let's worry about tonight. Tomorrow's a different day." I smile and nod at the Argent girl before looking back to the field. We watched as Garret, Liam and Brett all body check. "Oh my god." While everyone one else gasped from the stands me and Allison ran onto the field not caring about the people screaming at us.
Stiles, Isaac, Scott and Liam were standing a small ways away from where Brett lay on the field. Liam was groaning and holding his arm. "How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked his beta.
"I didn't. He hit me" Liam let go of his arm. The bone was clearly broken and almost showing out of his skin.
"Ow." "That doesn't look great."
Scott shimmed his gloves off, placing his hands on Liam's arm, "Uh close your eyes." I heard the bone brush against bone as Scott snapped Liam's arm back into place. Liam hissed out in pain as his arm healed. Brett let out a scream as he was lifted from the field. Scott turned his head to Garret, panic spreading across his face, "Are you hut? Are you cut? Did he cut you?" Scott frantically asked Liam.
"No. No. I'm okay."
"Then he missed." Scott sighed, relieved.
"What do you mean?" Liam asked looking up at Scott.
"It's you Liam. You're the one he's after."
A realization washed over Allison, "Or, you three weren't the only werewolves on the field."
"Okay look I know you just got back and all so you haven't really been in the loop. But what?" Isaac asked.
"What if he wasn't after Liam at all, what if he was after Brett."
"That's crazy we'd would have been able to smell him." Scott spoke turning to Allison.
"Not always." I defend the Argent, "Sometimes if you know what you're doing a werewolf can hide it's sent."
"No, Scott, they might be right." Stiles said as the five of us walked back to the benches. "Lydia just decoded another third." Stiles passed me his phone seeing as I was in the middle of the group.
Kate Argent 11
Noshiko Yukimura 5
Isaac Lahey 1
Brett Talbot 1
Richard Benefild 250
Jot Waldrop 250
Cheryl Calix 250
Jordan Parrish 5
"Am I on it?" Liam asked being that he couldn't see the list.
"No but Brett is."
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Scott and I were sprinting down the halls of the school trying to find Brett. I mean it was early how I couldn't hear anything. "You take the left wing. I'll look down here." I tell Scott pointing to a direction to the right. He nodded taking off again.
I felt like I was stalling death, like someone was about to throw a knife into my heart right here right now. I looked sound for about five minutes not finding anything. So I turned running to find Scott.
When I got to the boys locker room, Violet had a thermal wire around Scott's throat. "But I got you know. I got an Alpha." She said, but it didn't last. Scott dropped one of his hands to his side the other pulling the wire away from his neck. He turned his head, eyes glowing a bright red, looking Violet in the eyes as he snapped her toy. Simultaneously he grabbed her throat pushing her to a wall till she was out cold.
When he let go I felt like I could breathe again. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"Yeah."
"Then I'm gonna say it." I point to Scott moving my finger from him to the floor, "That was super hot." Scott let out a laugh as Stiles came pounding down the halls.
"I think you better call your Dad."