Alright, this chapter was fun to write, but a lot of stuff goes down. I really hope you guys like this chapter. All feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Chapter 21

I woke up the next day to Malia already gone. She obviously still didn't want to talk. I got dressed and called Lydia.

"Lydia?" I asked.

"Hey Wy." she replied.

"Can I come over?" I asked.

"Sure. When you get here I'll tell you what we figured out-"

"I don't really wanna talk about that yet. I'll see you soon." I told her and then hung up. I didn't want to think about the whole deal with Malia and I really didn't want to think about the rest of my screwed up life. Lydia could help me forget, she could distract me.

I walked up to her door and knocked. Mrs. Martin answered the door.

"Oh hello Wyatt, Lydia just told me you were coming. Come on in." she told me with her usual smile.

"Thanks," I walked in and faced Mrs. Martin, "I'm sorry for the short notice it's just I've been fighting with my sister and Lydia just understands and helps so much." I told her. She nodded.

"Well thank you." she replied not exactly sure of what to do.

"Mrs. Martin," she looked at me, "I love your daughter and I'll do whatever I have to do to keep her safe." She smiled still not knowing what to do so like all awkward moments I create I hugged her. She hesitated and then hugged back. We broke apart and I walked to Lydia's room. I found her there looking through papers on her desk. She turned to me.

"Hey, is everything alright?" she asked. I went over to her and she got up and I hugged her too.

"It is now." I told her. I then took her shoulders and looked at her.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" she asked again. I leaned in and kissed her. Eyes closed and kissed her. I put my hands on her hips and she grabbed my face. I lead us to the bed and we fell on it. She fell on top of me. We both laughed. Her smile was just so cute and her eyes so beautiful.

"I'm so glad that you're my girlfriend Lydia Martin." I told her as I looked up and down her face.

"Me too, but about you Wyatt Tate." she told me. We layed there for a moment. She rested her head on my chest and I stroked her hair. Her head rose and fell with my breathing until she got up.

"Alright time to get you all caught up." she told me.

"Fine." I moaned as I sat up on the bed.

Lydia and I drove to the police station in search of more answers. We found Mr. Stilinski and walked into a back room where we could have some privacy.

"So you're saying that Lydia's grandmother could still be alive?" he asked.

"It's not just that she could still be alive." I started.

"It's that she would have had to fake her death." Lydia told him.

"Your grandmother Lorraine Martin faked her death?" he asked.

"That's what we're thinking." I answered.

"Maybe." Lydia added.

"But we are pretty sure that its true." I told him.

"I'm guessing you have a story to back this up?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"She might be helping the benefactor." Lydia told him.

"Or is the benefactor." I added.

"Sounds like a story worth hearing. One second," he told us and then turned around and opened the door to the office, "Anybody seen Parrish? Haigh?" he asked the cop at a nearby desk.

"Haven't seen him." he shrugged. Sheriff Stilinski came back in.

"Wait, you can't find Deputy Parrish?" I asked.

"No-"

"He's on the deadpool." I looked at Lydia.

"Well we can't find him." Sheriff Stilinski told us. Suddenly I saw a man covered in black dirt or something that… was Deputy Parrish!

"Found him." I pointed through the window to Deputy Parrish who was now fighting with Deputy Haigh. Haigh was trying to shoot him, but Parrish was holding the gun up in the air when two shots went off. We rushed out to stop them when we all realized a very important detail… Parrish was completely naked. Parrish threw Haigh to the ground, jumped on top of him, and started beating him. Sheriff Stilinski took his gun out and was yelling at Parrish, but I was overall confused. Suddenly I realized that Lydia was just staring and I covered her eyes with my hand.

"Wyatt?!" she yelled.

"I'm doing this because I love you!" I told her as she squirmed, but I covered her eyes. In the midst of the two fighting Sheriff Stilinski got shot in the shoulder. He stumbled back, but kept his gun pointed at the two. Parrish beat the heck out of Haigh. Finally he finished and Haigh was knocked out. He got up and looked at us weirdly, "Um," I motioned downward with my head. Parrish looked down and then covered his area with his hands and ran into a private room where the glass was tinted white and you couldn't see through it. I uncovered Lydia's eyes and looked at Sheriff Stilinski, "I'll get him some clothes." I walked over to his desk and looked around. I found a bag with a change of clothes. Just a V-neck t-shirt and jeans. No spare underwear so I guess he's goin' commando. I went over to the door, opened it a smidge, and slipped the clothes in. I looked in the opposite direction of the door just incase.

"Thank you." he told me as the clothes left my hand. I pulled my hand out and closed the door.

"Don't mention it like ever." I told him as I went back to Lydia and she hit me in the chest with a smile.

"You're such a dork." she told me.

"What?" I asked smiling at her.

"It's not like I don't know about that." she told me.

"Wait, what?" I asked suddenly worried.

"Oh please, let's just say I use to get around." she told me.

"Oh my gosh, so you were a… so you were a bad word." I told her.

"I was no slut-"

"Don't say it out loud!" I covered her mouth and scooped her into a hug, "We'll talk about how you slept around later. Right now we need to figure out what we're gonna do with that man in there." I pointed to the door that Parrish was behind.

"I think we should bring him to the Hale's," my heart sank and I released Lydia from the hug, "they might know what he is." she told me.

"I'll bring Sheriff Stilinski to the hospital and you and Parrish can go there." I told her.

"Um you're kinda my ride." she told me.

"I'm sure he has a car." I told her.

"Oh." she came close to me and grabbed my face.

"What?" I asked.

"This is why you're upset." she told me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, but she's on the right track.

"Is that why you and Malia are fighting?" she asked me.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"You and my mom aren't the most silent talkers in the world." she told me. I blushed realizing she must have heard the other part too.

"Well ever since she found out about it, she's been mad at me, Stiles, everyone. She's so stubborn and AGH! She won't even listen to me." I explained.

"So if you really don't want to go I'll understand." she told me.

"Thank you." I replied. She kissed me and looked at me again.

"So if you don't want to go, even though you should, I'll understand." she told me with a grin.

"Oh so this is why no man wins against a girl, huh?" I asked.

"Pretty much." she told me with a smile. Parrish finally came out all cleaned up and fully clothed. We dropped Sheriff Stilinski off at the hospital, Lydia called and told Stiles, and took Parrish to the Hale's place. We walked in and I could feel a chill go up my spine. I don't like being in this place. I don't like the people in it. We found Derek there and we brought Parrish to him. Derek took Parrish's hands.

"He poured gasoline on you?" Derek asked. Parrish nodded.

"It's the hair and nails isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia asked.

"Well they should be gone." Derek answered.

"I was set on fire. All of me should be gone." Parrish added.

"Unless you're like us." I told him.

"Like you?" Parrish asked.

"I don't think he's like us." Derek told me. I didn't look at Derek, I just kept my eyes on Parrish.

"Then what is he?" Lydia asked.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea." Derek told her.

"But you knew about Jackson and Kira?" I asked a little annoyed this time actually looking at Derek.

"This is a little out of my experience," he looked at Lydia, "There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent?" Derek asked.

"We don't know where he is?" Lydia answered.

"Wait, hold on. What's a bestiary?" Parrish asked, "Actually that's not even my first question, just answer this. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic?"

"Psychic?" Derek repeated holding back his laughter.

"Yeah." Parrish said.

"No, we're not psychic." I told him.

"Okay then," he looked from one of us to the next, "what are you?" I looked to Lydia and Lydia looked to Derek and Derek looked to me. I sighed and then turned to Parrish. I closed my eyes and felt them change. I opened my eyes and Parrish gasped.

We spent the next what seemed to be forever explaining to Parrish about everything...everything.

"What's a Kanima?" he asked.

"We'll come back to that. Just remember that everyone like us, me, you, Derek, and Lydia, are all on that list, that deadpool." I told him.

"But I don't even know what I am." He told me.

"I'm pretty sure they don't care." Derek told him.

"How many professional assassins are we talkin' about?" he asked.

"We're starting to lose count." Lydia answered.

"Well… is it still just professionals?" I asked.

"I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance." Parrish told us.

"Then that means anyone with the deadpool can take a chance." Derek told us.

"Well if Haighs then who else does?" Parrish asked, "How easy is it to get this thing now?" We all shared worried looks, no one had an answer. Lydia sighed and started walking.

"Meredith was only at my lake house once, but I think once was enough." Lydia told us.

"How did your grandmother know her?" Derek asked.

"She didn't. She found her because of another woman named Maddy, the woman she loved," Lydia pulled a picture out and handed it to me. It was a picture of Lydia hugging another woman with brown hair who was older, but still pretty, "I never met her. I saw her name everywhere. She use to be a part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies all over the lake house that she'd won."

"How'd she die?" I asked.

"How is not the story. It's what happened right before. My grandmother, Lorraine, use to work in San Francisco for IBM. She was there on a weekend catching up on work. She started hearing this sound like rain, but when she looked out the windows all she saw was blue sky." Lydia sounded upset, close to tears even.

"But she kept hearing the rain?" I asked.

"And it just kept getting louder. Rain, thunder, cracking, like gunshots in her head… so loud, she finally just screamed." Lydia told us, but she was looking at me and could see how sad this story was for her to tell.

"Like a banshee." Derek added.

"She called Maddy who was planning on taking one of the boats out onto the lake. Maddy said that the sun was shining there too, so Lorraine didn't say anything." Lydia continued.

"There was an accident, wasn't there?" I asked.

"It took them four days to find Maddy's body… and then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists. The PHD in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudo scientific theory they could find. None of them worked. Then she started getting into a more extreme idea with mediums and psychics, all of them failures until Meredith, they found her at Eichen house. This fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study… and they almost killed her. She was hospitalized for over a year… She… she never really recovered. My grandmother drove her insane and I drove her to suicide, and all she ever wanted to do was help," I wanted to pull her into a hug and take her away from all this sadness, but she quickly moved on and pulled out another paper. We all surrounded a table and she put the paper on it. It had letters and numbers, "My grandmother made the code for the deadpool. We think shes the banshee who put the names on in the first place. I think she made this message in the same code."

"But she wasn't nice enough to leave a cipher key, huh?" I asked. Lydia shook her head.

I drove Lydia home and we got in her room.

"Is it alright if I sleep over?" I asked.

"I think s-," she turned to me and squinted, "does this have anything to do with what we talked about before… about me?" she asked as she came close to me.

"I have not the slightest idea of what you could be talking about." I told her with a smile on my face. I kept nodding while I told her.

"Now that I think about it I don't think you can sleep over." she told me as she pushed me slowly backwards.

"Oh come on." she put her finger to my lip and continued pushing me back until I walked out her door.

"Maybe another time, but definitely not tonight." she told me and then closed her door.

"Come on Lydia I was just kidding." I pleaded.

"Well you blew it." she told me from behind the door.

"Now you're just teasing me," I told her. I heard her laugh, "I heard that."

"Heard what?" I jumped and turned to see Mrs. Martin with a basket of clothes.

"Oh Mrs. Martin you scared me. I heard… ah I heard that… Are you doing the laundry because that is just amazing!" I blurted.

"Yeah, keep it quiet and be safe." she told me as she passed.

"Oh we're not-"

"I didn't hear anything." she told me as she kept walking and disappeared into a room. I turned back to her door and knocked on it.

"Can I please come back in before I die from embarrassment out here." I told her.

"Begging," she opened the door, "You're lucky I pity those who beg. Now come here." she told me as she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me into the room. She closed the door. She pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me.

"Are we really doing this?" I asked.

"No. Goodnight," she told me as she pushed me off the bed and got under the covers. I stood up and looked at her, "oh come here." she told me.

"Oh I will." I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them aside. Then I got under the covers and stayed on the other side of the bed than Lydia.

"I don't even get a goodnight kiss?"she asked.

"I will spoon, but that is as far as I'll go. Don't push it you sex freak." I told her as I put my arms around her and pulled her near me.

"I don't know why I like you." she told me.

"Me? You're the sex freak. I'm questioning my safety as we speak." I told her. I heard her laugh and felt her move against my body. I reached over and kissed her on her forehead. She smiled and faced me and gave me a real kiss on the lips.

I woke up to Lydia asleep in my arms. I kissed her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hello sleeping beauty. I'm your true love." I told her.

"And I'm your sex freak. Don't think I forgot about last night prince." she told me with a grin. Then she took her hand, put it on my face, and pushed me away. She got up and stretched.

"Time to get up." she told me.

"But mommy I don't wanna go to school," I complained as I put a pillow over my face. She grabbed my feet and pulled, but I didn't move much. Then she tickled the bottom of my foot and I practically leapt out of bed, "That's cheating." I told her. She just laughed. I ran over and scooped her up and put her over my shoulder.

"Hey!" she laughed. I spun around until the door opened and Mrs. Martin was there. My smile disappeared and I put Lydia down.

"And that is what it feels like to… spin on someone's shoulders." I told Lydia.

"Mom what are you doing?" Lydia gasped.

"I heard you yell and I wanted to check if everything was alright," she looked at me in nothing but my underwear. I tried to stand behind Lydia. Mrs. Martin didn't know what to say, "Breakfast is ready." she then left and closed the door. I couldn't help but laugh. Lydia turned around with bright pink cheeks.

I drove Lydia and I to school. It was long, boring, and I learned nothing except for that tonight there is going to be a bonfire party thing that the lacrosse team is suppose to attend, but I don't think I'm ready for the party scene yet so I drove Lydia home too. We sat around her desk trying to think of the next cipher key.

"Maddy! Maybe it's Maddy?" I asked as the printer's beeping because it's out of paper filled the background.

"Doesn't Maddy seem a little obvious to be a cipher key?" she asked back.

"It can't hurt to try," she typed in M-A-D-D-Y and entered it, but that wasn't it, "Ah… maybe it's you. She left the code for you so maybe it's your name," she typed L-Y-D-I-A and entered it, but that wasn't it "Your mom's name?" but that didn't work either. We spent the next ten minutes just guessing, "The ashes were meant for you...the code was left for you… you have any idea of what it could be?" I asked.

"Nope. I have to figure it out and that's what makes it so hard." she told me staring at the computer screen. The printer kept beeping and beeping and beeping.

"While you think I'm gonna put paper in your annoying printer," I told her. I grabbed paper out of the package next to the printer and then refilled the printer and the beeping finally stopped, "It's all about you, all about you. Your grandma is the code maker and she left it for you… Is there anything that only you and her knew? Anything that was special you did?"

"We read. We always read the Little Mermaid." she told me.

"But that's a movie." I replied.

"It was a book before it was a movie." she told me.

"Well then try that Little Mermaid anything." I told her. She tried it and it didn't work. Then she tried M-E-R-M-A-I-D and that didn't work either.

"We read it every night," she started explaining, "For three months I wouldn't respond to anything but Ariel. I drove my parents crazy, but… grandma thought it was adorable." she typed in A-R-I-E-L and bingo it worked. The coded dashed across the screen into names.

"Do you know any of them?" I asked.

"No one except my grandmother." she answered. The last name was LORRAINE MARTIN. Suddenly the printer started printing. I grabbed the paper and looked at it and the continued code.

"Maybe we should call someone, maybe we should call Scott." I suggested. We decided that we were gonna go check the records at Eichen House to check. Scott was already leaving for the bonfire which I should be going to, but I'm not leaving Lydia. We got there and asked for the records room. It was that Brunski guy. Ever since I heard the stories about him from Stiles and Malia I didn't trust him much, but he did bring us to the room. It was dim and unfurnished.

"This is the records room?" I asked.

"No." ZZZZZZZZ it felt like someone stabbed me with fire. My legs gave out and I fell to the ground.

"Wyatt!" Lydia yelled. Her voice lowered and then I couldn't hear and I blacked out. I woke up strapped to a pillar. I felt Lydia's hand and realized that she too was strapped to the pillar with me. Brunski wasn't in the room with us.

"Lydia, did he hurt you?" I asked.

"I'm fine." she didn't sound fine.

"That's good, but did he hurt you?" I asked.

"I'm fine now." she told me.

"I swear I'll kill him!" I yelled.

"The only thing we should be yelling is HELP!" she screamed, "Someone help us!"

"I don't think someone's gonna hear us in an insane asylum, remember we're not the only ones screaming." I told her as I tried to bust out of the

"Well I don't have any better ideas. If you didn't notice all of those suicides were murders." Lydia told me.

"That's why your grandmother left you the code." I told her.

"She predicted her own death. She knew I'd figure it out." Lydia told me. I heard the door open and Brunski came in.

"Once you were able to predict your own? And they weren't murders," he spat at us. I could feel my anger bubbling inside of me, "I am not some serial killer."

"Oh I'm sure you're much better, right? You're just some psychopath who should be in the very place he works!" I yelled. He came over and kneeled next to me. I spit on him and he grabbed my face.

"I don't think you understand my level of commitment here Wyatt," he growled, "there are people here who don't simply need treatment. They need release. I helped them… I helped Lorraine."

"You killed her." Lydia squeaked.

"I helped her." Brunski repeated. Brunski went over to her.

"If you touch her I'll kill you! I don't need to be paid, but I'll do it!" I yelled and struggled. These stupid restrains. My werecoyote strength couldn't break them.

"Now you can help me because there has always been this one thing that's bothered me." he told Lydia. I heard him click something. I couldn't turn around and look. I kept struggling, but it weakened as this tape played. It started and I heard a loud clank, then walking, and then something I hoped Lydia wouldn't have to hear. It was her grandmother on the tape.

"What do you… Brunski what are you doing?" Lorraine asked.

"Don't worry Lorraine, it's going to be alright. You're just going to have a little trouble breathing." Brunski told Lorraine. I turned my neck as much as I could.

"Lydia, look away. Listen to me, listen to my voice. You don't need to hear that. You need to focus on my voice because I love you and we have good memories. We have each other. He has no one," I turned to him, "He has no one BUT HIS STUPID TAPES! TURN IT OFF!" I roared. He turned to me and punched me straight in the face. I heard Lydia gasp. I almost fell over. He went to Lydia.

"Listen," he growled, "Just listen. This is the part I never understood. Listen." I heard the tape. Lorraine was breathing heavily.

"Please don't hurt her." Lorraine told Brunski. I could hear the hurt in her voice.

"Who?" he asked.

"...Ariel…" Lorraine answered. The word made me stop moving. Ariel… my Lydia. The breathing stopped and so did the tape. They sat there a moment and then Brunski got up and Pulled something off the shelf.

"We get a lot of teenagers trying to break into our truck cabinets. Most of the time they don't succeed, but you two… look pretty clever to me," He took a syringe out of the first aid box that he had taken off of the shelf. Lydia started to struggle and so did I. I wasn't going to let him hurt her. He put the syringe into a bottle of something, "I'll admit I do not have an unusual talents like Lydia, but something tells me that I'm gonna like doing this." He came towards me with the syringe. Then he changed direction and went for Lydia. That's it! I felt the anger surge through me. I didn't stop it. I let it go through me. I didn't limit it, I completely let go. Parrish came in with the gun pointed at Brunski.

"Drop it! Take your thumb off that needle and slowly withdraw from her neck." Parrish told Brunski. I heard a sick chuckle come from him and that pushed me over the edge. I bursted from my restraints and tackled him. I flipped him onto his back and started clawing at him. I ripped through his throat and blood splatter up onto me. I clawed at his chest until I felt someone pulling me off. I whirled around and pushed Deputy Parrish off of me. Lydia was looking at me from her spot on the floor with the restraints still on. The syringe was out of her. She was crying. My anger disappeared and my claws retracted. I didn't know what to say. My mouth opened and I just was shivering. Nothing came out and I just stood there. I belonged in this insane asylum. Maybe killing did run in my veins. I fell back and hit a wall. I slowly slid down the wall until I was sitting. Deputy Parrish got Lydia's restraints off and picked her up off the floor.

"He killed my grandmother...he was controlling Meredith… and he killed her." Lydia told Parrish. He gave me a look or he was just checking that I wasn't about attack them too. Suddenly Brunski spit up blood from his spot on the floor… He wasn't dead yet. He was laughing...he was chuckling.

"You...you think it was me...that I was controlling her," he spit up more blood and laughed, "she...it was her...controlling me." and then he was gone. Lydia looked stunned.

"Oh god. It's not him… he's not the benefactor." Lydia told us.

"No," a small voice came that I had almost forgotten, "and he wasn't on my list," Meredith came out from nowhere it seemed, "but he was a bad person."