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Seriously Scott," Stiles said out of breath, as he approached the trail marker. " You…you didn't tell me I'd have to hike like a mile up here," Stiles huffed, unable to catch his breath.

"Sorry," Scott said, trying not to laugh at Stiles's goofy, sweaty face.

"What was so important that I needed to get here?" The smile on Scott's face faded quickly as he shifted his body revealing the limb on the ground.

"Liam and Brett stumbled upon it. Literally," Stiles's face began to smirk.

"Really you find that funny?"

"Huh, me, no, never" Stiles said wiping the beginnings of his smile away. "But come on, one of them fell on it? It's pretty funny,"

"Seriously Stiles, come on someone is dead."

"Scott this is Beacon Hills, Someone is always dying at the hand of some monster," Stiles phone vibrated. "Hold on my dad texted me," Stiles said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Well, it seems like this might not be the only bad thing happening tonight in this town."

"Why? What happened Stiles?" Scott moved closer looking at Stiles' cell phone.

"What does PSA mean?" Scott asked, looking back up towards Stiles.

"Possible supernatural attack, I made a code for my dad so I can alert you."

"Ok, but you still didn't tell me what this was a piece of whomever got attacked?"

"I don't know, but I told my dad about this and he didn't text me back…,"

"Wait, what was that?" Scott cut Stiles off.

Stiles head bobbed back and forth, "I didn't hear anything"

"Shhh, someone is here," Scott whispered, as his position shifted lower. A rustlings sound emanated from the bushes just a few feet in front of them.

"Wait, I heard it," Stiles said too loudly, jumping back.

"Lydia?" Scott and Stiles said simultaneously. The strawberry blond shook uncontrollably as she approached the two boys.

"Lydia, are you ok?" Stiles asked, as he tried to embrace the shaking girl.

"So…so many are going to die," She said, eyes watery with tears. Her body went limp into Stiles's arms.

"Lydia," both boys shouted, Stiles rubbed her face, trying to help her regain consciousness.

"Who's going to die? Lydia, what is going to happen?" Scott questioned, as he looked over Stiles shoulder at the two on the ground.

Slowly her eyes opened, " Where am I," escaped her lips just as panic set in.

"Lydia…Lydia, you're ok," Stiles screamed, as she beat against his chest. He embraced her tightly, finally bring her into a calm state.

"What happened?" she asked looking back up into Stiles eyes.

Scott paced around them finally coming to a full stop, "You said many were going to die. What did you mean Lydia?"

"I…I don't even know how I got here, let alone what I said Scott." Stiles looked at Lydia, in such a disheveled shape and knew she was telling the truth. He had never seen her dressed so casual in a pair of sweats and an old hello kitty shirt that he knows she wears to bed. cuuute Hell she wasn't even wearing shoes, and he has never seen her without heels.

"Stiles I think you should take her home. I'll sweep the park and wait for your dad to come," Scott said,

Stiles head darted up, "You should come Scott, you-you don't know if something is out there, and you're alone."

"Just go Stiles, someone has to stay here to meet your dad," Scott said waving off Stiles. Lydia was a dead weight in Stiles's arms,having passed out as Scott talked.

"Go, get her out of the cold," Scott said, just as Stiles picked her up closer to his chest, cradling her in his arms. "Go," Scott repeated again, more forcefully this time. The revving engine brought a sigh of relief to Scott, as he let out a loud breath.

"The end is coming," A male voice whispered.

Scott spun around, "Who are you?" Scott asked, as he took attack position.

"I am nothing but a pawn in a greater machine," stepping into the light Scott got a view of this mysterious man. He was young, baby faced with a husky build and was dressed in a plain brown shirt and medical tan scrub pants.

"Who are you?" Scott called out again as the boy slightly crept over, his walk seeming robotic. His face was ghostly white, eyes with deep black circles under them.

"I am nothing but a pawn to deliver a message from my master. He will rise and you will fall if you try to stop him," As the boy spoke his neck wrenched in left and right twisting turns. The boy's heart was pounding in Scott's ears.

Scott could hear the strange sounds of his neck cracking. Scott said nothing as the boy's eyes began to blink repeatedly.

"Tell Stiles I'm…I'm sorry," The boy's voice change, it became softer than the deep tone it was before. "I never got to…"

The boy's neck turned hard to the right again, this time the boy dropped to the ground before he could say another word. Scott gasped in shock; he didn't even need to check on the boy to know he was dead, but did anyway. Out of the corner of his eye Scott caught sight of something hanging out of the boy's pants. Slowly Scott dug into the boy's pocket, hands shaking as he touched the fallen boy. The mentioning of Stiles' name fading into his mind as he couldn't help, but seem fixed on the plastic key card in his hand. A small piece of paper was taped on the backside of the card.

Oliver died because of you.

How many else will have to?

Don't fight. Surrender before it starts.

Live or die at my hands

Kisses, A

Another note, Scott said to himself. This second one meant for sure he was being targeted by something. The name Oliver finally forced Scott to remember the boy's apology to Stiles. Scott flipped over the card and his speculation was answered. In large letters the words Echo House were written in a fancy script across the front. Oliver was the boy who had been manipulated by the Nogitsune, into forcing Stiles to give up his fight. Scott remembered Stiles telling him about it after everything happened, but that seemed like such a long time ago after dealing with the dead pool. Scott exhaled loudly. In the back of his mind he prayed that this wasn't going to be the start of something big, but he knew it was.