Chapter Three

Stiles stood in front of his mirror. It was no longer a piece of furniture designed to check one's appearance, but a spiderweb of red, yellow, and green tape- red for "I don't know", yellow for "working on it" and green for "I know four sure". Needless to say, there was mostly red- a layout of the investigation.

Glowing eyes. Animal attack. The body on top of the school.

The message...

Stiles had said the same thing to Scott not two weeks before.

They're not the last. Not by a long shot.

His dad walked by the door, then stopped, backing up.

"Have you been up all night?" He asked, walking into his room.

"Yeah..." Stiles kept his eyes on the mirror, "The message murder..." He looked at his dad, "It wasn't a random killing, and I feel like, sadly, the only option is for the killer to strike again. Only then can we see his pattern, and catch him in the act."

"Stiles." His dad said, "Are you actually saying that the only way to catch this guy is for someone else to die?"

Stiles pressed his lips together, looking down, then back at his dad, "It's the only way."

"That's horrible."

"Dad." Stiles said, "There's nothing else you can do. If you were to run the handwriting through, one writes differently- actually, a lot messier- with just a finger than with a pen or a pencil. We have to find his pattern."

"Oh god, please go to school."

"Dad-"

"Stiles! Go to school!"

Stiles huffed, "Fine," He grabbed his bag from the floor, shouldering it, "but I'm telling you, he didn't lie. He's not the last."

...

"Stilinski! You're late!"

"Thanks, Coach." Stiles said sarcastically, sitting down in his usual seat, "I was currently unaware."

"Why are you late?" The Coach asked.

"I think the better question is why is the school still open when a body was found on the property last night, with a blood message on the wall?"

Chatter built up- apparently no one knew about this.

The Coach sighed, leaning back against his desk, "Quiet, please." The chattering continued, "SHUT UP!" The chattering ceased, "Last night, a body was found on the property, as Stilinski said. It was a homicide. They weren't killed here, though, the detective said."

Stiles frowned, remembering the projector-like image he'd seen. "What makes him think that?"

"There was no blood anywhere else on the property, and being strangled like that would leave a trail behind."

Stiles tapped his hands on the desk, "Not if someone was an expert at hiding their tracks." The class was silent, "Every killer has a pattern, and this guy wasn't a random killing, that's obvious."

"How?" A classmate and fellow lacrosse player, Danny, asked.

"The message." Stiles said, "'He wasn't the last. Not by a long shot'."

The room was silent.
"Stiles." Scott said, causing said friend to look over, "Didn't you tell me that about that girl who got attacked?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah..." He said, "I-I did..."

"Well," Issac said promptly, "That is insanely creepy."

Scott turned and raised his eyebrows, "This is coming from you?"

"That it is."

...

"So, I take it by the fact that you not only responded to my text, but with a 'yeah sure' and actually showed up, you're not mad anymore?"

Stiles shrugged, "Yeah." He said, "Not at you. At that guy."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "Derek?"

"Yeah. Look, can we not talk about this? My dad thought it'd be a good idea to come and get my mind off of the investigation."

"Yeah, that might be a good idea."

Stiles grinned, "May I come in?"

"No, absolutely not."

Stiles snickered, shoving Scott to the side and walking inside.

"Hey Stiles." Scott's mom- Melissa- scurried by in hospital scrubs.

"Hey Melissa." Stiles said, "You don't usually work the night shift."

"I know. But they moved the schedules around and everything's all screwed up- my sleeping schedule included-. People keep getting hurt, talking about animal attacks."

The two frowned.

"Animal attacks?" Scott asked.

Melissa nodded, "Yeah. The police are looking into it, but haven't been able to match anything."

Scott nodded, "Well, it is the full moon tonight. Maybe you'll just get someone who's nuts, and hasn't been mutilated."

He didn't sound so sure, but Melissa chuckled anyways.

"Maybe." She said, grabbing her keys and jacket, "Now, don't you boys burn the house down."

"'Course not." Scott said, grinning at her.

She grinned back from the doorway, "Have a good night."

"You, too."

With that, she left.

...

"Okay," Stiles said as he lay on Scott's floor, staring up at the ceiling, "what is up with you and Kira?'

"Kira?' Scott asked, "Kira Yukimura? The girl from History?"

Stiles grinned at him, "Yeah. You two seem to get along."

"Yeah," Scott said sarcastically, "about as well as a fox and a hound."

"Aw, c'mo-"

He was cut off by the lights flickering.

"What the hell was that?" Stiles whispered.

'I..." Scott said, just as quiet, "I don't know..."

Suddenly, a voice began to sing- sweet, melodic, and insanely terrifying-,

Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of poesy,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down...

"Did you hear-"

Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of poesy,

Ashes, ashes,

The Alpha will fall DOWN!

The air turned cold as night, so that the two boys could see their breath in front of their faces.

"They say that a witch can never drown." Said the melodic voice, sounding like it came from all around, "That the only way to destroy them is with the flames from which they came... Both are wrong. The only way a witch can be destroyed is at the hands of another supernatural being." The voice giggled, "And I can't have myself getting destroyed." A face pulled itself seemingly out of thin air- small, petite, blonde, and positively psychotic-looking- grinning like a maniac, "So, Scott McCall, it's time to say goodbye.

She raised a finger to Scott's chest, and blasted a hole straight through.

...

Whaaaaat? An UPDATE?

From ME?

Is the world ending?

No, no it's not. I've just been working on an original project and school stuff. So yeah, OC villain, but there will be some canon ones (I mean I mentioned Kate, sooooo)

But yeah. What will happen next?

Will Scott live?

Probably.

Will Stiles have an existential crisis and will we finally find out what his fucking powers actually do?

Yes. Yes we will.

So, until next time, farewell!