Chapter five: Mischief

Remember me saying "it's not like there's a serial killer on the loose?" Yeah… That'll come later on this time, though. First there were some other things that needed to be dealt with.

"Why the fuck are the twins here?" I'd spotted them talking to Scott as soon as I stepped out of the jeep.

"Bh- the twins?" Stiles followed my gaze and immediately shook his head. "Oh hell no." The two of us ran over and I repeated myself, though I had all the right to.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"We're just here to talk." Aiden said.

Stiles scoffed. "Oh, well that's a difference. Since you're usually just hurting, killing, and maiming others."

Ethan ignored him and turned to Scott again. "You need a pack. We need an alpha."

"Scott's got a pack and he doesn't need you."

Ethan smirked. "He needed us two days ago, and we helped him."

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping," Stiles shook his head. "Actually, I'd say that's counter-productive."

Scott chuckled and looked at the twins. "Why would I say yes?"

"We'd add strength. We'd make you even more powerful." Aiden said with a smirk.

I scoffed. "It's almost funny that you think Scott craves power. Poor thing probably hasn't even realised how powerful our pack is." Scott frowned at me, and I could only shrug. "It's true."

"Anyway," Aiden cut in, "there's no reason to say no."

Behind the twins, Isaac walked up to us. "Oh, I can think of one. Boyd."

"And several other murders," I added.

"Not to mention the violence, loyalty, and general behaviour issues." Stiles finished, the three of us smiling at the twins.

Scott sighed. "Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." He turned on his heel and walked to the school, the rest of us following.

"Lora?" Scott turned his head to me. "What did you mean when you said I hadn't realised how powerful our pack is?"

I shook my head. "Scott, normal packs consist of just werewolves and a druid. You've got a true alpha, a werewolf, an ex-hunter, a protector slash raven, a banshee and, most importantly, a freaking genius!" I gestured at Stiles. "More than half your pack has come back from the dead, we're surviving in what's currently the most dangerous supernatural place on earth…" I paused to catch my breath. "Scott, it's no coincidence that nobody has died yet."

"Well," Scott took a deep breath, "let's keep it that way." He pushed the doors to the school open, and it took exactly 0.1 seconds for a roll of toilet paper to hit his face. Followed by a raw egg. Lucky for him, he had werewolf reflexes, and he dodged both. Unlucky for me: I was walking right behind him and the egg hit me right on the shoulder.

"Oh come on…" I looked down at my shoulder in disgust, and up at Stiles, who was trying his very best to hold back his laughter. "I'll see you in class, got to get this off first."

The first class just so happened to be Coach's, and let me tell you… that man does not respond well to being outsmarted. It started with sounds coming from his office, several objects falling, then a large object (Coach on his now broken chair) falling, closely followed by "Son of a bitch!"

The class chuckled as a now livid Coach walked in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Mischief night, Devil's night, I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. Do you think it's funny that every Halloween night my house gets egged?" He glared at me. "Hield, what's a man's house supposed to be?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Not an omelet?" Coach ignored me and turned back to his desk as the class kept laughing.

"Oh, not this again," Coach picked up a small gift-wrapped box from his desk. "Not this time!" He threw the box to the ground and stomped on it, shattering its contents.

"Coach, that wasn't-" I sighed as Coach crouched down and picked up a shard of the customized mug Greenberg had gotten him, as the rest of the class figured out as Coach read the card that went with the gift aloud.

"Happy Birthday Coach… Greenberg." The class chuckled. "PS: There's a spare mug in case you break this one, it's in the teacher's lounge."

I frowned and turned to Stiles. "How'd he know…"

Stiles shrugged. "Coach and Greenberg. Nobody knows."

~o~

Few hours later, the school was filled with FBI and the sheriff's department. Why? Well, here's where the "it's not like there's a serial killer on the loose" comes into the story.

"William Barrow? Who's that?" I asked as I, together with Lydia, Isaac, and Allison, raced down the stairs, after Stiles.

"They call him the schrapnel bomber, killed a bunch of kids in a school bus." Stiles looked back. "He said he did it because the kids had glowing eyes. He also woke up from anesthesia."

Allison frowned. "How?"

"Nobody knows. Just that when they opened him up they found a tumor full of live flies. Which, in any other circumstance, would be all kinds of awesome."

Lydia stopped in her tracks. "Did you say flies?" Everyone froze and turned back. she sighed in frustration. "All day, I've been hearing this buzzing…"

"Like the sound of flies?" Allison asked, and Lydia shrugged.

"Could be. I'll know for sure in a few hours."

Isaac frowned. "Why?"

"It's getting louder… really, very much louder." She closed her eyes and frowned in concentration. "He's at the school…"

As if on cue, Stiles received a message on his phone, saying that the school had been cleared. "On lockdown 'till three, there's a few deputies left here to patrol." Stiles read. "Dad said they've got an eyewitness saying he's at the train station… he can't do anything."

"Well," Isaac sighed. "Guess we'll have to do something ourselves."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him. "Sorry, there's a serial killer who's after kids with glowing eyes and you want to go find him?" When Isaac shrugged, she scoffed. "This is insane. No. No way."

Naturally, we split up and went looking for him. Lydia, Stiles and I checked the now abandoned hallways. Meanwhile, Isaac, Scott, and the twins checked downstairs, using Barrow's hospital gown, courtesy of Scott's mom, to track down his scent. Allison had snuck out to search her family's bestiary for anything related to flies coming out of people's bodies.

I was checking out the workshop classroom when the fire alarm went off. I ran out into the hallway, seeing Lydia and Stiles standing at the alarm.

"What the hell?" I asked as I ran over to them.

"The boiler room," Stiles said, grabbing my hand, "Barrow could use it to blow up the whole school, and all the werewolves are down there."

My stomach dropped as the severity of our idiocy sunk in. Then, as people were leaving their classes to go outside, so did Coach leave his office to head towards us. "Shit,"

"Exactly," Stiles nodded.

"No, no that." Lydia said, looking over Stiles' shoulder at Coach, who was staring at him with intense anger. He grabbed Stiles by his backpack strap and started pulling him outside.

"Pulling the fire alarm on mischief night is one thing. Doing it when there's a mass murderer nearby is insane!" He let go and stared down Stiles. "If I was four years younger, I'd punch you!"

Stiles frowned. "What? Coach, that doesn't make sense."

"Oh, well, it does to me,' he said before walking off.

We shook off this weird exchange and walked over to the group of werewolves a bit further away from the school.

"It's almost three 'o clock, school's out, if he did plan to blow up the school, wouldn't he have done it by now?" Stiles asked.

'Is the buzzing still there?" I asked Lydia, who sighed in frustration and shrugged.

"I'm not sure… I just, I don't know."

"You've never been wrong before," I reminded her, "I'm sure he was here." I looked back at the now empty school. "Maybe he still is? Wouldn't surprise me if a psycho like that could evade the police and cover his scent."

Stiles' face blanked at that, and he stared ahead of himself for a few seconds, holding up his hands to make sure nobody spoke. "Cover his scent… the chem lab supply closet!"

Lydia shook her head. "That one is always locked."

"Which is why the deputies didn't search it." Stiles said.

"We can't go back in now," Lydia said, "Coach is kicking out any stragglers."

Scott's face lit up. "But he can't catch all of us. If we all go in, take different routes to the chem lab, and agree to be back in ten minutes, one of us should be able to make it."

The rest of us nodded in approval, and we quickly drew up a plan. The twins would go the opposite direction from the chemistry lab and start making some noise to draw attention. The rest of us would enter the building one minute apart and take slightly different routes to the lab. By the time I got to the lab, Lydia was already walking out.

"It's Kira," she said in a hushed tone, "There were atomic numbers on the board, spelling out her name."

"And the closet?"

"Blood and staples on the floor."

"Gross."

We went back outside and waited until the others arrived. Coach was too busy shouting at the twins in the music room to notice us. Once they were back as well, Lydia told what she'd found.

"I was giong to go over to Kira's place anyway for dinner, I'm sure I can go earlier." Scott said, earning raised eyebrows and teasing looks from us all. He sighed. "Her dad invited me, okay?"

Scott seemed keen for a change of topic, so I turned to Stiles. "Can't we call your dad?"

He shook his head. "The FBI is leading the investigation, and the school's been cleared. His hands are tied, especially since Scott's dad launched an investigation against him." He sighed when we looked at him expectantly for an explanation. "Apparently, there's a lot of mysterious unsolved cases in Beacon Hills, and agent McCall expects foul play."

I shook my head. "Okay, new plan…" I eyed Scott for a second, who nodded at me in approval. Now that he really was an alpha, and especially with the twins around, it was best to respect his authority. "Scott, you go to Kira's house. Isaac and I can stay close by for backup. Lydia, try honing in on the buzzing. Do it somewhere quiet, where you can focus. Have you soundproofed your walls yet?"

"Not fully."

"Then try to keep screaming to a minimum, but if you feel like you want to, don't force it down…" I looked around at nothing in particular for a second, sure I was forgetting something.

"Ethan and Aiden can sweep the school tonight, make sure there isn't anything else we've missed." Scott added.

There was one question still nagging in my head. "Did any of you get a scent off of Kira? Or any supernatural energy?" The werewolves shook their heads, Lydia did the same.

"But she moved to Beacon Hills recently, after the Nemeton," Stiles said.

Scott voiced the question that was in all of our heads. "Then… what is she?"

A/N: What's up motherfuckers, I found this old fanfic and decided to finish it... in one week, and without looking back even once! Will it be good? Probably not! But it will be finished, and that counts for something. I think? I wasn't even going to upload this, but my friend told me to, so for the two of you reading this: I'm sorry lmao