Chapter 9: Deadpool

Derek was making his way off for the school so he could meet up with his friends on the team for a final game. The seniors of the team would soon be getting busy with graduation and then college and this might be the last time they all played together as a group. Most of the team was disappointed that Derek wouldn't be joining them next year. Derek told them that he was given no choice as his mother had even gone to their Coach and told him that Derek wasn't to be put on the team next season. Derek let a small growl escape him as he went through the school doors. He tried to talk to his big sister and asked her if she could help their mother change her mind but Laura said that she probably made the fair and wise decision. He made one small mistake and now his mother was making him pay for it for the rest of his life? How was that a fair and wise decision? Derek felt his anger start to rise and the heated blood flowed to his head and he quickly went and hurled the basketball he was holding across the hall where it ricocheted hard off some lockers and started to bounce a bit away. Derek went to go after it when a pair of hands reached down and picked it up.

It was a young woman with long and curly blonde hair. She looked down at the ball and held it out to him. "Here, I think you dropped this," she said with an expression that made it clear that she had seen him hurl it away.

Derek felt the heat rise in his cheeks at how his outburst had been seen. "Sorry," he said taking it from her.

But the woman just shrugged. "Hey, it's high school. What high school wouldn't be complete without angry, tempered teenagers?"

Derek let a small chuckle escape him as he gave the woman a look. She wasn't a student, he knew that. But she seemed too young to be a teacher also. He didn't recognize her, and he would've remembered someone like her. She was beautiful. "Uh, I haven't seen you around here before," he said to her.

"Oh, I'm a TA. This is actually my first day." She held out her hand to him. "I'm Kate."

Derek quickly went to shake it back. "Derek." He couldn't help but think that her hands were warm and soft.

She then let him go and eyed the basketball he was holding. "You're here for some after school ball?"

"Yeah, I'm on the team. Well, was on the team."

"Oh, what happened?"

He shook his head. "It's a long story."

"Oh, a man of mystery. I like that," she said with a small smile.

Derek smile widened to show his teeth now. But Derek shook himself out of it. "I better go. My friends will be waiting for me."

"Okay. I hope to see you again some time," she called out after him.

Derek stopped and looked back at her. "Me too."

As Derek headed off for the gym, Kate was eyeing him with a hungry look in her eye. Hook, line and sinker.


A girl, Carrie, was running in the parking lot of the high school. Hiding through the maze of school buses as Violet was trying to hunt her down. She let her golden eyes flare a bit to reveal she was a werewolf before she ran off when she heard Violet's footsteps grow closer. Violet had her thermal wire out and ready. The girl was now hiding in one of the buses and paced herself as she heard Violet pass by.

"The sun, the moon, the truth," she muttered to herself. She kept repeating the words in whispers but gasped when she heard the door opening.

Violet was stepping into the bus and was now looking through the seats, checking them for any sign of her. She pulled and taut her wire as she walked down the bus. The werewolf surprised her and scratched at her, knocking her down as she ran out of the bus. Carrie started to make a hard break for it when a minivan pulled up in front of her.

"Get in!" Garrett told her. The girl gave a look back to the bus. "Come on, she's coming! Get in!" he cried desperately to her. Carrie then moved to get in the car and Garrett then locked it with a smirk appearing on his face. "Seriously? I can't believe you fell for that." He then brought out his blade and quickly stuck it in her.


When they had detected the scent of blood, they all ran off and found the headless body. Scott quickly told Malia to take Liam back to the house and find Kira and Lydia. Stiles quickly recognized the body belonging to Demarco Montana. Argent was with them and looked down at the body and found signs of claws at the fingertips. He told Scott and Stiles that this man was a werewolf and someone had decapitated him with a thermal wire. Stiles quickly brought out his phone and called his father and they found that he and Derek had quite a night themselves.

Stiles quickly organized everything that they had learned from their separate finds of the night, including Lydia's. He brought out a new board, well it was an old one that the station was throwing out, and set it up in his room. He then took all of the information and things they knew and connected them all with red string. Once he organized all the facts, he then told Scott, before they went off to meet with his dad and tell him.

"Okay, so the Walcotts were the first. Well, the first that we know about. Four: Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called the Mute. His weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But the Mute was then killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a claymore mine." Stiles let his eyes linger on his dad for a moment after that one. "Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house and got decapitated outside his car. According to Argent, it seemed his killer used a thermal cut wire. Then, last night, a girl stabbed and killed outside the school. Carrie Hudson, and it looks like she was another werewolf."

"So wait, you're trying to say that there's a third killer?"

"Looks like it," Stiles slurred out.

"What's going on?" the Sheriff asked them as he looked at all the photos of the people who were now dead. "What is all of this?"

"It's a Deadpool," Scott told him. "A hitlist of supernatural creatures." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Noah. "This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded."

Noah scanned the names and quickly recognized Scott's, Lydia's and Derek's names on it. "Who found this list?"

"Lydia," Stiles told him.

"How?"

"She wrote it. Well, actually she transcribed it without even realizing it," he said pointedly.

Stiles' dad understood. The same thing that drew her to the Walcott house and had her find the bodies there. "Banshee."

"Banshee," Stiles nodded.

"Wonderful," he grunted out. As he looked down the list, he noticed something else. "Uh, what are all these numbers next to the names?"

"Yeah, we're getting to that," Stiles quickly cut in. "But first, you have to know that the code was broken with a Cypher Key."

"Wait, you mean like a keyword?"

"It was actually a name."

"Allison," Scott muttered out.

At that, Stiles moved his eyes to stare down at the desk, the paper, anything but Scott right now. He heard the sadness in his voice as he said her name and he couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of guilt and then anger. His father stared long and hard at the boys as they silently stood there for a moment.

Stiles went and scratched at his nose before he decided to move this along. "Her name broke a third of the list."

Scott straightened himself up. "And, we think there might be two other Cypher Keys."

"Which will give us the rest of the names," Noah said, following along. "Okay, so how do we get the Cypher Keys?"

"The same way we got the code," Stiles told him before looking over at Scott.

"Lydia. She's been at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other two keywords."

"Malia and Kira are with her but, so far, nothing." Stiles then went and took a pen and crossed off the names of the Walcotts, Demarco and Carrie. "And so far six of the names have been killed off."

"And who made this list?" he asked them.

Stiles' jaw tightened. "We don't know. All we have right now is a name. A code name."

"The Benefactor," Noah said as he remembered when Parrish had found it when he hacked the Mute's signal. He then looked at the names again. "The Walcotts were uh, what was it again?"

"Wendigos," said Stiles.

His dad nodded. "Yeah, but Derek said that they were underground so even he didn't know. But you two are werewolves and you didn't know about Demarco and Carrie, right?" They shook their heads. "What about these other two names on the list. Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?"

"We don't know." Scott shrugged.

Stiles shook his head as he folded his arms. "We've never even heard of them before we got this list. Same with Carrie."

"Deaton had told us that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here."

Noah narrowed his eyes. "Here being Beacon Hills, or Beacon County? I mean, the population of Beacon Hills is around 30,000."

"And dropping," Stiles dismally muttered out.

His father gave him a somber look. "But, if we're talking about Beacon County, you're looking at closer to 500,000."

Stiles sighed. "Yeah, we don't know how far the Nemeton's power reaches. Or even if Demarco, Carrie and the Walcotts were here after we sacrificed ourselves to the Nemeton or if they were here before then."

Noah shook his head and went to sit down. "Just…how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about here? And, what happens if the next Cypher Key unlocks not twelve names, but a hundred?"

Stiles shook his head. "We don't think it'll be that many. There's a limit."

"Because of the numbers," Scott pointed out to them. "We think that once we add them all up, it'll equal 117."

Noah narrowed his eyes. "117 what?"

"Million."

Stiles then took the list and started writing K's and M's at all the appropriate numbers. "117 Million dollars dad," he said when he was finished. "The money that was stolen from the Hale Vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."

"Someone that wants all the Supernaturals of Beacon Hills dead," Scott finished for him.

Noah stiffened. "All Supernaturals." He then looked over his son. "Even-"

He didn't have to finish the question. Scott and Stiles knew what he wanted to know, if Stiles was on the Deadpool too.

Stiles shook his head. "We're not sure."

"How can you not be sure?" his dad asked.

"Because of this." Scott went and pointed down at Kira's name. "Kira's on the list, which means that whoever made this had to do it after Kira came here after the lunar eclipse over three months ago."

The Sheriff nodded. "The time when it looked like Stiles wasn't a werewolf anymore. So, there's a chance that he might not be on the other two parts?" he asked a little hopeful.

"Probably," Scott mumbled.

"Dad, I only turned back to a wolf over a month ago. And, it's not like we advertised that I was changed back. Even the hunters in Mexico were surprised that I was a werewolf again."

Noah ran his hand furiously across the back of his head. He guessed that to make a list like this, as well as plan to rob the Hale Vault of 117 million, had to have started weeks in advance. They might've overlooked his son. "But Scott, you, Lydia, Kira and Derek are definitely on here. And you're all worth millions."

Scott sighed as he let himself gaze upon the number 20 next to his name. "I know," he said glumly. He felt miserable, not just because he was scared that assassins would be coming after him. But also because of how much trouble he knew that his mother was having right now. He knew that money was short right now and some bills were starting to pile up. Yet, he was worth 20 million dollars. It was like a cruel joke.

The Sheriff continued. "I mean, we've already have had a killer with no mouth and someone with a thermal cut wire who decapitates people. Now, with the stab victim, there might be another new one if it isn't the one that killed Demarco. And what happens when even more show up?"

"We'll stop them," Scott told him. "But we've got to find who else is on the Deadpool."

"And we can't do that until we get the other two Cypher Keys," Stiles pointed out. "The problem is, we don't know how long it'll take for Lydia to find them."

"Yeah, she hasn't really mastered how to use her power much yet," Scott put in. Weres were easier to figure out for them than Banshees and not even Deaton seemed to be able to help with that. "I wish there was a faster way."

"Maybe." Stiles then looked at the pictures of Demarco and Carrie's bodies. His eyes narrowed at the corpses of two werewolves who were killed for money. The two of them didn't seem to have done anything to deserve being murdered the way they were. "What if we can find the assassins that killed them? We could capture and then make them to give us the other two keys."

Scott tensed at Stiles' suggestion. He could feel the fierceness in his friend's words just then. "Make them? How?"

Stiles turned to catch Scott's eyes. "I'm sure we'll come with some things."

Scott was worried what some of the things that Stiles would come with were. But his father cut in.

"Yeah, it's a solid idea son but I don't think it'll be that easy. The last two deaths didn't leave any traces of who did it. I wouldn't know where to begin to look for them."

Stiles went to pick up a photo of Carrie's stab wounds. "Wait," he said as he pointed to them. "It looks like the same kind of marking is around each place she got stabbed. What kind of blade could've done this?" he asked his father.

"We're still waiting on the M.E.'s report," he muttered. "There's one other thing that I don't get. How did this new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house?"

"Oh, everyone knows that he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash," Scott told him. A small part of him wanted to laugh at the fact that he told a cop, the sheriff no less, that so quickly and casually.

"Uh huh," Noah nodded before he gave the list another look. "So, whoever ordered that keg, killed Demarco."

"Someone who was at the party," Stiles said with a nod.

"A student," said Scott as they were the only ones who were at the lake house. "But we don't know who."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "No, but I think I know how we could start to find out."


The weekend was over and the halls of the school were filled with students in high spirits. Though, a pair were a little tense. Violet was moving to try and cover some scratches on her neck from hunting their mark.

"You alright?" Garrett asked her.

"I can handle a scratch or two," she huffed at him. "I just want to know when we're actually going to go for the real money. Seven figure money."

Her boyfriend gave her a look. "We talked about this."

"Yeah, that it wouldn't be safe but you said you would take care of that."

"And I have." Garrett smiled at her. "I found us a good one and we're going for it."

"When?" she asked eagerly.

"Tonight."

The two of them then walked off and passed a classroom whose door opened to reveal Kira and her father walking out of it. She was reading from a book as he tried to speak to her.

"It's not that we didn't want to talk to you, we were just wondering if you wanted to talk to us."

"About what?" Kira said a little distracted by her reading.

"About something you maybe forgot to mention. Something important."

At that Kira froze a bit. "How important?" she asked nervously.

"Exceptionally," he said sternly.

Kira stopped walking right then and there. "Oh god, you know," she whispered. She then turned to look at her father with an apologetic look on her face.

He nodded as his face hardened a bit. "We know."

Kira checked around them before she went over to her father. "Look, I was going to tell you. We were going to tell you everything about the Deadpool, the assassins, the killings but I didn't want you to worry."

Her father paled a bit. He then pulled out a jersey. "I was talking about you joining the lacrosse team."

"Oh." Kira brightened as she went and took the jersey from him. "Then never mind."

She then tried to leave but her father cried after her. "Deadpool!"


Liam was in the weight room with Mason as he was lifting a weight bar. He was finding it kind of easy to do. Far easier than before. Mason was close by, with some dumbbells but Liam was barely hearing him.

"You know how I keep reminding Garrett to give back my hoodie?"

"Yeah," Liam said before he went to go and add more weight.

"Well, I remembered how you said that he lived on that housing development on Spalding, so I went there. And guess what, that housing development is still under development."

"So?" Liam said as he went to begin lifting the heavier set.

"There are no houses yet. So, unless the dude lives in some backhoe, there's something he's not telling us." Mason looked and saw that Liam looked like he was barely registering what he was saying as he kept his focus on lifting the weight bar. "Then there's this other dude. He's been acting really strange. Running to school for no reason. Disappearing at parties. Used to be my best friend." He looked and saw that Liam still wasn't listening. In fact, he was putting even more weight on the bar. And there was already a lot of weight on it. "And, is apparently on steroids."

That finally seemed to snap Liam out of it. "What?"

"You're not actually going to try and lift that, are you?" He saw Liam give the bar a hard look and he seemed to realize how much weight he was starting to press. "Are you alright? Is it about the game today?"

"I'm fine," Liam bit out. "It's just a scrimmage."

"You do know who you're playing, right?"

"Yeah." But then Liam shook his head. "Uh, no. I guess I missed the announcement." With all the excitement of the weekend, he must've not really been paying attention to much.

"Liam, it's your old school. Devenford Prep."

At that, Liam froze. He could already feel the heat starting to rise up to his head. "I have to go," he huffed out.

Liam then took off for the locker room, leaving Mason alone in the weight room. He decided to clean up after his friend and then moved to begin taking the weights off. He grabbed one and turned to put it back on the rack when he slipped over a dropped towel and started to stumble. But Mason and the weight were then caught. He looked up and saw Stiles helping him straighten back up.

"You okay?" he asked him.

"Yeah. Thanks," Mason said gratefully.

"No problem. It's Mason, right?"

Mason nodded. "Yeah. Uh, you're Stiles, right?"

"Right," he said a little upbeat. "You've heard of me?"

"Yeah. You're one of the guys who sent my friend Liam to the hospital."

"Oh that, Liam's over that now. It's all water under the bridge," he waved off. "Here, why don't I help you." Stiles then moved to clean up the weights. He looked and saw the amount that was placed onto the bar. He narrowed his eyes at them for a moment before he took one off. "Mason, Liam told me that he invited you to Lydia's lake house for that party on Friday."

"Yeah. Speaking of Liam, do you know what happened to him? I was looking for him back at the party but I couldn't find him anywhere. No one I talked to had seen him."

"Oh yeah, he was with me and my friend Scott. We were kind of putting him through a sort of welcome to the team thing," he laughed off.

"What kind of thing?"

Stiles dropped his tone a bit. "Well, I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you." Stiles always wanted the chance to say that.

Mason almost would've laughed if Stiles didn't actually look a little serious at that. But he shook it off as he was still too concerned for Liam. "Well, do you know if he's okay? Liam seems a little different lately. He's barely been talking to me and his mind always seems like it's somewhere else. I'm kind of worried about him."

Stiles' expression softened a bit. "You really are, aren't you?" Stiles could see that Mason's concern for Liam seemed to match his own for Scott back when he was trying to be normal and distracted by Allison.

"He's my best friend," he said simply.

Stiles smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I understand. Look, all I can tell you is that Liam is starting to have a lot going on and it will take him a while to adjust to all of it. Just make sure that he can still count on you being there for him. But, don't be afraid to call him out if he starts being a jackass," he quickly threw in. "He shouldn't think that it's all okay."

Mason let an amused smirk loose. "Oh, no problems there." He then put another of the weights away.

Stiles then noticed just how much was still on the weight bar. "Hey, was Liam just here?" he asked eyeing it.

"Yeah, if you were looking for him, then you just missed him."

"Actually Mason, I was looking for you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, uh, Lydia told me that there was some problems at her place that night. Apparently, someone went and broke a window at the boathouse."

Mason froze. "Oh, is she okay? I ran into her at the party, she seemed kind of down."

"Lydia's tougher than she looks. Believe me. But, she is still a little freaked out by that."

"I'm sorry. I don't know who could've done that?"

"Yeah, no one does," Stiles said though he knew perfectly who broke it. "She found a cup with some beer around there. I think that someone must've gotten drunk and broke it. That means the one who ordered the keg has to help pay for a new window. Since you invited most of the people, I wondered if you knew who it was?"

Mason's face fell a bit. "Oh, sorry but I don't know who ordered it."

Stiles listened and heard the skip in Mason's heart. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, sorry. Uh, look I have to go. I don't want to be late for my next class, and it's pretty far."

Mason then took off leaving Stiles looking after him with narrowed eyes. Mason just lied to him. He knew who it was, and seemed to want to protect him. Maybe he should try talking to Liam and see if he could get Mason to tell him. Stiles then saw that the other side of the weight bar still had all the weights on it. He looked and saw that no one else was left in the weight room before he went and slid them all off at once and carried them back to the rack. It seems that he and Scott had to talk to Liam about more things than one.


Liam made it into the locker room but as he was getting ready to change, he quickly felt something wasn't right. Liam then realized that his lacrosse stick wasn't in his locker. He moved through the locker room to look for it and soon came upon a guy that he'd never seen before. He was holding a lacrosse stick in his hands.

"This yours?" he asked as if he didn't know already.

Without waiting for an answer he then snapped it in half and threw the pieces at Liam's feet. Liam gave the broken stick a look before he looked back up at him with his eyes glowing. Liam could feel his anger starting to skyrocket at how this guy just came and stole from him and then broke his stick right in front of him. The guy wasn't fazed by Liam's transformation and Liam didn't care. He charged for him but he was caught and held up by his throat.

"Liam. Liam," Scott then appeared and was calmly giving him a reproachful look.

"You were right. He is angry."

Liam was then let go and tried to get himself to calm down.

Scott then held up a lacrosse stick. "This one's yours." He then threw it over to him. "Get to class Liam." Liam was a little ticked off at being played and then being dismissed like a little kid but he just sucked it up and left. Scott watched him leave and then turned to see that Derek was smiling at him. "What are you smiling about?"

"You're going to be good at this."

Scott gave him an incredulous look. "Are you kidding? I'm totally unprepared…remember when I told you if you could teach me a few things. I think that right now, I could use a full on training manual."

Derek tilted his head. He felt that Scott might have a point there. "But, I'll tell you one thing. That anger he's got. It'll make him strong. I've seen something like that before, with Stiles. With his urge to protect those that he feels he needs to and when those he cares about are hurt. To be able to draw power from something like that so easily; it tends to make wolves like them more stronger."

"And more dangerous," Scott huffed out. He then moved to sit on the nearby bench. "I almost can't control Stiles anymore when he starts fighting. He's starting to let it get too far and now, with Liam…" Scott went to run his hand stressfully through his hair. "This was supposed to be the semester where I can focus on school again." Derek moved to sit next to him and Scott shook his head. "Kate's back. And, I have a beta. Now there's a Deadpool."

"If all of our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on. And we're going to need wolves like Stiles and Liam to all get through this." Scott let out a deep sigh but nodded. "You think Lydia can get that second key?"

"She's working on it. Stiles has another plan to see if he could get the rest faster though."

Derek could see that Scott seemed nervous about that. "Well, if either can get us the list, then we need to help them any way we can."


Lydia was in the art room with Malia as she was eyeing an empty canvas. She was holding a pencil over the paper but every time she got close to making any kind of mark, she pulled away. Malia was staring from her, to the pencil, to the canvas, and back again for a few minutes when she started to get anxious. And bored. She tried to move around to see if there was something she could do to make Lydia finally do something when Lydia broke her gaze.

"Please stop hovering," she huffed at her.

Malia shook her head. "I'm not hovering, I'm waiting. Draw something. Write something. We need to know who else is on that list."

Lydia took notice of the way that Malia seemed to be bouncing in place. She was nervous. "You mean you need to know if you're on the list."

Malia looked away for a moment before she nodded. "Well, if someone is coming to take my head off, then yeah, I'd like to know. Or Stiles' head," she added in a lower tone.

Lydia could understand Malia's concern but she felt that the werecoyote was trying to be falsely hopeful. So far, every member of the pack was on that list. The only two that weren't were Malia and Stiles. But that was just the first set of names. Statistically speaking, the odds that their names would be on the next or even the last part were astronomically high. She could safely bet her trust on that. Lydia's pencil was still hovering over the paper and Malia went to hover her head over her shoulder.

"Can you please just, sit down?" she snapped at her. "You're making me nervous."

"Alright." Malia sighed and went over to sit at the nearby table and went for the textbook. She guessed that if she was going to wait there, might as well try and study. She opened the book but froze when her eyes fell on a diagram of a screaming woman. "Lydia?"

Lydia had let the pencil rest on the canvas when Malia spoke up and made her make a slash on the paper. "What?"

"Maybe we need help. From another banshee." She then showed her the picture.

They knew another banshee. One that seemed to have a firmer handle of her power.

"Meredith."

They left the art room and Malia was still a little jittery as she followed after Lydia.

"So, do we go to see her now or after school?" she asked.

Lydia sighed. "I don't think it will be easy. Eichen House won't allow Meredith to have any visitors without permission from a family member."

"Yeah, you're right. That won't be easy since all of her family is dead." Malia remembered Meredith's story well. Besides Stiles, she was the only one there that didn't piss her off when she stayed there. She was more weird than aggravating. And Stiles had just been frustrating…in more ways than one.

"Perfect," Lydia said deflating.

"Okay then. We could go back to the art room. Or maybe the piano in the music room?"

Lydia recalled the story that Scott and Stiles shared with her about Meredith when she had sneaked out of Eichen House to come to the school. She gave Malia a look that told her that she was annoyed. "I'm not plucking piano strings for two hours and waiting for some…supernatural vibration."

Malia eased a bit. "Uh, fine. What else do banshees do? What else can we try?"

"You think I know? I can't just turn this on, okay. It's great that you got over your lack of control but not all of us can. You can get better. But me, I just have voices in my head." Lydia was a little bitter at how Malia was having issues of control just a couple of days ago and now it was all behind her, thanks to Stiles. And Liam, he would no doubt also get better with time, just like Scott and Stiles had. Kira, she was an adorable klutz but put a sword or stick in her hand and she was as graceful and strong as they come. She didn't have any of what they had.

Her outburst made a few people start to look their way and Lydia just marched off. Malia stared after her. Her bitterness and frustration were leaving a bad taste in Malia's mouth.


Coach Finstock was giving a lecture in his economics class as he was waving a lacrosse stick around. It seemed that everyone was somewhat listening, even Scott. But one student was paying super hard attention to what he was personally doing that he didn't even register his voice.

Stiles was looking through some pictures of the bodies of Demarco and Carrie. He tried to question some of the people who were at the party, to see if any of them might know who ordered the keg but, so far, nothing. No one aside from Mason seemed to know who it was. Stiles could only guess that whoever it was happened to be someone that Mason didn't want to get into trouble. It was too bad that the kid didn't know that whoever he was protecting no doubt was more trouble than he counted on. Until he could find Liam and ask for his help with Mason, all he had to go on right now was the photos. Particularly, the marking around the stab wound. If he could find out what made this, it might help him find the assassin quicker. Not just for him either. That morning, his father had pulled him aside before he went to school and told him that he wanted to know the name of the person as soon as he and Scott found them. He made Stiles promise that he would immediately contact him when he learned who it was. His dad stressed that Stiles had to keep him informed so that they could get ahead and stop these assassins before more people ended up killed for money. He guessed that the chance of him being on the Deadpool and ending up like the last two werewolves had gotten to his father. It was getting to Stiles too. Seeing Scott's name, Lydia, Kira, and Derek on there too. Last night, all he could dream about was coming across their bodies, stabbed and beheaded. Then he saw himself that way, with his father kneeling pale and broken over him. As if his father didn't have enough to stress about with the bills that he was subtly trying to keep away from him.

Coach noticed that Stiles wasn't paying attention and was looking through a collection of papers and photos spread on his desk. He narrowed his eyes and moved over and raised his lacrosse stick to slam it on the desk and make him jump. But, as he slammed it down, Stiles' hand shot out and caught it before it could make contact. "Wow, good reflexes there Stilinski. I hope to see more of that at the game tonight."

"Huh?" Stiles looked up at him and realized that he was holding the lacrosse stick. He guessed that he had been so mentally worked up that he must've reacted to the attack on instinct.

Coach narrowed his eyes at that but then lowered his gaze to see what it was that was on his desk. His eyes widened at the sight of a stab victim and someone that was decapitated. "You know Stilinski, you should be proud of yourself. Never before has a student both impressed and disturbed me so much, at the same time. If that were an achievement, you would be on the Honor Roll."

"Oh, thank you Coach," he said with a smile.

"Put that all away," he told him. He then started to move away but Stiles suddenly tightened his grip on the stick and pulled it in closer. "Stilinski!"

But Stiles paid that no mind. He moved to remove the rubber end from the stick to stare at the hollow stick. The shape of the hole, he'd seen it before. He looked down at the picture of Carrie's body and saw that it matched the shape found around the stab wounds. He then looked up and saw that Coach was still trying to yank the stick free from him. "Oh, sorry Coach."

"What is wrong with you Stilinski?!" But he held his hand up to stop him barely a second later. "No, you know what, don't answer that." He then went to put some distance between them.

Stiles then looked over at Scott and he recognized the look that was on his face. Stiles had just figured something out. Something serious and bad. Stiles held up the picture of the stab wounds.

"It's a lacrosse player," Stiles mumbled.

Scott's eyes widened. "The killer is on the team," he realized.


It was study hall and Garrett was heading off to try and take care of some things and prepare for later tonight when he was approached by Mason.

"Hey Garrett, I've been looking for you."

"Why, what's up?"

Soon after, Garrett was in the chemistry classroom, sharpening his weapon. He was trying to pass the time while he waited, which wasn't long as Violet came on in and held up her phone.

"I got your text. What's the big emergency?"

"It looks like we might have to leave sooner than we thought."

Violet stomped over to him. "What do you mean, leave? You mean town? Now? When we're about to go after a higher mark, why?"

"People are starting to ask questions."

"Like who?"

Garrett went and put down his blade. "Mason. He came to me earlier and started asking me about where we lived. He tried to track me down this weekend because he wanted his hoodie back."

Violet shrugged. "So, that's no reason to just up and run. Just give the stupid sweater back to him and say that he must've made a mistake."

"Yeah, that's not the real problem. He also wanted to warn me that Stilinski was looking and asking around for the one who ordered the keg."

Now she was taken aback. "Why?"

"Mason said that there was a window broken at Lydia Martin's lake house from the party and he's looking for someone to help pay for it. Thinks whoever broke it must've been drunk and since he doesn't know who, he's looking for the one that brought in the drinks in the first place. Mason knows that you're the one that ordered the keg and wanted to tell me so I could warn you."

"And how is that a problem? We made more than enough from the other night to pay for some stupid window."

Garrett slammed his hand angrily on the table. "You don't get it, do you? Stilinski doesn't give a damn about the window. He has to be looking for the one that killed the wolf by the lake house. He must know that he was lured there by the one that ordered the keg."

Violet then froze up as she now understood what he was saying. "Did Mason tell him anything?"

"No, he wanted to buy us some time so that he could find out who broke the window and save us from paying for it. But it will only be a matter of time before Stilinski tracks it to us and then our cover's blown. I think that after we take out our target tonight, it might be good for us to disappear for a bit."

"You want us to just cut and run?" Violet's jaw tightened a bit. "Because of some nosy junior? So, even if Stiles is looking for the killer, what can he do?"

"Uh, plenty. Did you forget that his dad's the Sheriff? And then there's his friend Scott. His father's a fed."

Now Violet snorted. "You're worried about that? We can take care of them, easily," she told him confidently.

But Garrett shook his head. "Oh, they're not who are worrying me. It's their sons who worry me. McCall is an Alpha and Stilinski is a beta who was close to actually becoming a Beast."

"Yeah, almost. So, instead of going after some lone beta tonight, why don't we go for them instead? Take care of all of our problems and beat everyone else to the real prize."

Garrett gave her a look. "Are we going to do this again?"

"It's a lot of money." Violet narrowed her eyes at the expression on his face. "Why are you so scared of them?"

"I'm not scared, I'm concerned. And you should be too. You forget, McCall is an Alpha who went up against a whole Alpha Pack and he was the one who came out still standing. The only good thing is that if you stay out of his way, he'll leave you alone. His friend Stilinski, not so much. He goes out of his way to make everything that happens in this crummy town his business."

"So, he's still just another beta. No different than the last two."

"Tell that to the Argent family and all of their hunters. Oh, that's right. Most of them are dead. They were considered the best, the elite, and some baby beta came in and took most of them out one by one. I don't want us to be more notches on Stilinski's belt." He then went to wipe at his mouth nervously. "Stiles won't ignore anything and won't rest until he finds out everything. We probably should've cleaned up after ourselves and not just left the bodies lying around. Now he and the rest of McCall's pack are going to be trying to look for us and it won't be long before they make the connections."

"You won't have to worry about them. I brought a little something to give us an edge." She then went to her bag and brought out a little vial that had a yellow liquid in it. "A surefire way to get the drop on any werewolf. Even an Alpha."

"Wolfsbane?" Garrett narrowed his eyes at it. "I thought it was supposed to be purple."

"Not this species." She began to prepare it. "It's very potent, very rare, and very expensive," she said emphasizing the last part. "All they need is just a small nick and it will work fast. I'll handle the rest."

Garrett eyed the wolfsbane and pulled out his lacrosse stick. He then released the hidden blade inside. "Is that so?"

Violet smirked at him. She then handed it to him so that he could begin to coat his blade with it. "Go for the beta. And he'll bring the Alpha. And the Alpha will bring the almost Beast."

Garrett eyed her for a moment before he took his stick and made a slash movement through the air with it. "I'm in. As long as we still have the element of surprise. It's too risky if they're onto us."

Violet went over and wrapped herself around him. "You worry too much," she said flirtatiously. "Besides, I bet they're not even that close."


Scott, Stiles and Kira were in Coach's office, searching through the lacrosse sticks. Taking the ends off to look for a knife hidden inside. They just finished looking through all of them when Scott slammed the one he was holding onto the table.

"This is pointless," he told them. "Most of the team plays with their own gear."

Kira gave the pile a depressed look. "Maybe, instead of looking for a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be getting the game cancelled."

But Scott shook his head. "No, the game's the best chance to catch him red handed."

Stiles shook his head this time. "Yeah but what if his hand is red because he just stabbed another person to death. Which, by the way, could either of you guys. Or me."

"Or Liam," Scott added. "We don't have the whole list yet. You, Malia and he could be on it."

"Did you tell Liam about it?" Kira asked them.

"No," Scott shook his head. "He's just barely gotten passed his first full moon. He needs to learn to keep himself calm and he can't do that if he has to worry about assassins coming after him every other minute." Scott remembered how stressful it was when he first turned and he had to worry about the Alpha stalking after him so much of the time.

"We don't know that for sure," Stiles told him. "Remember Scott, the Walcotts were on that list and they started getting killed before we even met Liam."

Kira's eyes widened. "Yeah. He wasn't supernatural yet. He might be the only one of us that's safe for sure."

Stiles pointed at her. "Exactly. Look, we don't know who made the list and how and when. I mean, who's been going around making a supernatural census in this town? All we know is that it had to be after Kira and her family got to town. If it was right after then they might not have included Malia because she was a coyote until two months ago and everyone thought I was human again."

Kira shook his head. "But how would they even know about me?"

"They know about everyone," Scott mumbled.

"Well, I think Kira is right. We should work on getting the game cancelled. We don't need it to catch him. I just need Liam to help me find out from Mason who ordered the keg. If it's someone on the team then we know it was the same person that killed both Demarco and Carrie and we could go after them without having to risk us getting caught by surprise."

Scott narrowed his eyes at Stiles. "I'm not afraid of them."

Kira went to look at Scott. "Neither am I."

Stiles looked back and forth between both of them. "Great. That's good for you two," he said with a smile. He then went and slapped a good many of the sticks off the table. "Because I'm terrified! And I don't even know if I'm on the list for sure or not."

Kira jumped at the sudden move and Scott held his hand out to him. "Stiles," he started.

But Stiles cut him off. "Scott, these are professional killers. It's their profession. They actually make their living, out of killing. One of them used a thermal cut wire that takes people's heads off and another hides a knife in a lacrosse stick. And let's not forget the one that had no mouth and was prepared to set off a claymore mine, in a school, just to try and get Derek and didn't care about who was with him. Like my dad! Who knows who or what else is coming and what they or the ones already here are willing to do? For all we know, they are probably watching us and waiting for the next time we're alone, or better yet, when we're surrounded by people so we can't use our powers." Stiles was a little breathless by the time he let that all out, not from exertion but from fear and panic.

Scott shared a look with Kira who seemed terrified. He didn't want to admit it but Stiles brought up a very good and scary point. Suddenly, the thought of cancelling the game didn't seem so bad anymore.

"Wait," Kira mumbled. "What if you're right? This one on the team could be watching us and might be planning something at the game. And if he is, what happens when he sees that we're trying to stop the game all of a sudden? Wouldn't that tell him that we're onto him? What might that make him do then?"

Stiles lowered his gaze a bit. "I didn't think about that," he admitted.

"He might decide to run," Scott threw in.

"Or worse," Stiles mumbled. He then heavily sighed. "I still don't like it but maybe the game is the best and safest chance we have to catch him. We need those Cypher Keys and to find out more about the Benefactor."

Scott's face hardened a bit. "Then let's go find Liam right now. He can talk to Mason and get us one step ahead of him."

Stiles lifted his head up to catch him in the eye and then nodded.


Liam was out in the parking lot, watching as the bus with the Devenford Prep lacrosse team started pulling in. Mason was standing next to him, getting ready for the inevitable explosion that was sure to take place here in a few moments. He looked around to see if there were any teachers around when he spotted Scott and Stiles heading in their direction.

"Hey Liam, what's with you and those juniors?" Mason asked him.

That made Liam finally look away from the bus. "What are you talking about?"

"Uh, you know the ones on the team. Scott, the team captain and his friend Stiles. Are you hanging out with them now?"

Liam blinked. "What makes you think I'm hanging out with them?"

"Well Stiles, I kind of spoke with him earlier. From how he was talking about you, it sounded like you were hanging out with them."

"He was looking for me?" Liam asked.

But Mason shook his head. "No, actually he was looking for me. Said that he needed to talk."

Liam narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "About what?"

But before Mason could tell him more, the bus door opened and the students from Devenford Prep started to get out. Liam's eyes hardened when he saw a particularly tall teen step out. His former lacrosse teammate Brett Talbot was smiling as he came out with his friends though he instantly went cold when he seemed to spot him. Liam found himself moving for him but Mason was trying to hold him back.

"Whoa, Liam," he said trying to take him by the arm. "No, no."

But Liam pulled away and kept going. He didn't know why but a part of him didn't want to back down from Brett. Couldn't.

"Brett!" he called out.

"Oh, here we go," Mason sighed to himself as he trailed after him.

Liam's cry had attracted some attention, including Scott and Stiles. Brett stood there and waited as Liam went to stand in front of him.

Liam glared at him and bit the inside of his cheek before he started speaking. In a low and rough tone of voice. "I just wanted to say...have a good game," he finished, a bit calmer as he held his hand up.

Brett eyed Liam's hand for a moment and then burst out laughing. Liam slowly pulled his hand away as Scott and Stiles shared a look.

"That's cute Liam," Brett chuckled out. "Is that what they said in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine." Brett's posture then changed. He started to glare at Liam and bare down on him. "You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it," Liam grunted out.

"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."

Liam started to dig into his own palm until blood started to spill through. It looked like he was getting close to losing control and ripping everyone around him apart and Scott and Stiles took that as their cue to move in.

Stiles moved Liam out of the way and had the other team's full attention now on him. "Hey there prep school students. Welcome to our little public high school." He then looked over at Scott who had wrapped his arm over Liam's shoulder and was smiling at them too while subtly trying to keep Liam restrained and calm. "I'm Stiles," he told them. He then moved to Brett and brought his hand out much like Liam did. But, like with Liam, the guy didn't shake it but just kept a glare on it. Stiles rose his eyebrows at him. "Quite the firm handshake you got there." But when Brett moved to catch Stiles in the eye, Stiles found his smile fading and a small hardened look his own setting in. Stiles tensed and his instincts told him to stand firm and not back down. He kept his eyes locked with Brett's as they went on to seemingly size the other up in front of everyone. Stiles kept his eye contact was resolved to not be the one to blink and back down first.

After a silent couple of seconds, it seemed to everyone that it might be Stiles that fought with Brett instead of Liam. Scott felt something seemed to stir in Stiles and faintly heard a small growl erupt from his friend. "Stiles," he said to him, worried that he might go on and try to rip this guy apart.

But Stiles didn't break eye contact with Brett. He kept staring hard at him and after about three more seconds, it was Brett that ended up backing down. Scott called for his friend a little louder than before and Brett looked over at Scott for a moment before looking back at Stiles whose stance hadn't changed a muscle.

Brett then took a step back from him before looking at the rest of his team. "C'mon guys, let's go." But before he could leave, he looked over at Liam. "Liam, I'll be seeing you on the field. Try to see if you could go over a minute without pissing your new coach off, okay?"

Liam let out a heated groan as he moved to go for him but Scott moved and grabbed him by his shoulders from behind while Stiles pushed at Liam's chest to keep him in place. Some of the Devenford players snickered at that as they went off after Brett. Scott then moved to drag Liam away with Stiles running along with them. Mason watched them go with a concerned look on his face. And, as they were walking off, Brett turned and looked over as the three of them disappeared into the school. An intrigued look was on his face.

Scott and Stiles quickly yanked Liam into the locker room as he started to growl. They looked over and saw that his fangs were starting to set in and his eyes were glowing.

"The shower," Scott coughed out.

They threw Liam to the shower and turned it on to let cold water start to pour on him. They then used their power to keep Liam there as he tried to fight through their hold.

"Liam, settle down," Stiles grunted.

"Stop Liam!" Scott yelled out. "Calm down!"

He kept growling and barking at them but they kept him firmly restrained. The water kept pouring over them and Liam's resistance started to get weaker before he soon started to settle. Liam's head was down and they couldn't see if he had gone back to normal or not.

"Liam?" Stiles asked as he still kept a firm hold.

Liam nodded and looked up to show that his face was normal. The two of them let him go and Liam let his back lie flat against the wall as he slid down to sit on the tiled floor. Scott went to turn the water off as Stiles backed away a bit to wipe some water off his face.

"The car you smashed, I thought it was your teacher's," Scott said to him.

"He was also my coach. He benched me for the entire season," Liam explained to them.

"He benched you?" Stiles asked him before looking over at Scott.

They knew from what the Sheriff dug up that Liam had done this because a teacher tried to discipline him. Benching him must've been it.

"Why, what did you do?" Scott asked him.

"I got a couple of red cards," Liam mumbled almost to himself.

"Just a couple?" Stiles threw in sarcastically.

Scott sighed. He could feel that Liam was feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He remembered what else Stiles' dad had dug up on him. "Liam, we know."

"Know what?"

"About your condition, I.E.D."

Liam head rose up. "What? How?"

Stiles rose his hand up. "My dad's the Sheriff, remember?"

"What happened Liam?"

Liam sniffed a bit as he looked away from them. "They sent me to a psychologist. To be evaluated. They saw that I had a history of anger and that's when they diagnosed me."

"Yeah, but they gave you something for it, right?" Scott asked.

"Risperdal. It's an anti-psychotic. But I don't take it."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Oh, why?"

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired."

Stiles tilted his head up a bit. "You know Liam, when we first met I thought you were a werewolf."

That made Liam look over at him. "What? Why?"

"I felt something in you, stirring. Like you were struggling to keep something in. I thought it was a wolf. And I felt it again when we confronted you after morning practice. Trying to keep in all that bottled and rising anger, that must've been what I picked up from you."

Scott shrugged his shoulders. He guessed that was one mystery about Liam solved then. But there was now a new issue to deal with. "Okay, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach that your leg is still hurting."

"No, no," Liam said picking himself up. "I can do this. Especially if you're there."

"Liam, it's not just about the game. We think the one that killed Demarco is someone on our team."

"Demarco?"

"Remember the body from the other night?" Stiles asked him. "He's a werewolf who brought the keg to the party. We actually need your help with that."

"How can I help?" Liam was doubtful he could do much of anything about that.

"We need you to talk to Mason," Scott told him.

"Mason?" Liam then looked over at Stiles. "He said that you tried to talk to him earlier."

"Yeah. Mason knows who ordered the keg for the party. Whoever it was is probably the one who killed him and would be on our team, but Mason wouldn't tell me who."

Liam's face paled a bit. Not out of shock, but fear.

"You know who it is," Scott realized.

"Uh, I don't know who ordered it, but I do know who's the one that paid for it. And he is on the team."

"Who?" Scott and Stiles asked together.

"Garrett."


Noah Stilinski got a quick call from his son and was given the name of student that they had learned had paid for the keg from the party. He was happy to see that his son was starting to share more of what was happening around him and not just trying to keep it to himself like before. His personal assistance with their situation with Liam, and his talk with Henry Tate helped open Stiles up to the notion to not keep things from him to try and protect him. Though he was shaken with the whole attack with the Mute, Noah had argued with his son and pointed out that though he and Scott were werewolves, there were things that he could do about the assassins that the two of them couldn't. Like get warrants and freeze accounts. Collecting bounties wouldn't be so appealing if they can't even touch any of it and Stiles was sold on the idea. Immediately, he went to look up this kid's file and found a few sketchy holes in his history. Apparently, he was an emancipated youth and was living under what seemed to be a falsified address. If he killed Demarco then he would have an sudden 250K deposit in his account. Maybe one that could be traced back to the source. But, he would need help. Special help.

He left his office to get that person's help but saw that his temporary office was empty. He caught sight of Parrish and flagged him down.

"Parrish, have you seen McCall anywhere?"

Parrish shook his head. "No, I haven't really seen him since Friday. I think he said that he was going to be working to track down a person of interest for a case."

"What kind of person of interest?" he asked.


Braeden was sitting at the table of her motel room, looking through frame after frame of traffic cam footage. There was a luke warm cup of coffee right by her and she moved to grab it to take a sip. But before she could move it to her lips, there was a knock on the door. Braeden knew it couldn't be the cleaning woman as she had placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. She quickly moved to pull a handgun and hide it at a spot on the back waistline of jeans while she had a small blade ready in the palm of her hand. She then looked through the door's peephole and settled. She pocketed the knife and quickly moved the handgun out of her hiding spot and threw it out of sight before she opened the door a crack.

"Can I help you?"

Raphael McCall gave her a small look. "Yes. I believe you're the only one that can."