Outside the storm was coming to life with the crashing of waves. The sound of lightening began to follow as well. The room was filled with the loud noises of the horrible weather. Erica wanted to retrieve Boyd's body, but Jackson informed her it would be useless because of the weather outside. Deep inside she felt guilty for leaving his body out there in such a horrible way.
An empty silence filled the air, "I'm gonna come right out and say it." Lydia told them getting questioning looks, "I think it's the boater that is doing all of this." Her hands were on her hips and she was standing in her serious-stance.
"What makes you say that?" Jackson asked her.
"Well we never did see him leave after he dropped us off."
Which was true, the younger boater Jared did indeed wait until everyone was inside before he supposedly left. He and his little dog named Bullet.
"I'm sure if it were him then that dog of his would have shown up by now." Scott reasoned.
Bullet and he were not the best of friends on the trip. In fact, Bullet continuously bark at him until Jared had to zip him up in his jacket. It was weird considering how the sun was shining bright at the time.
"Or least started barking due to this storm." Lydia said.
"I highly doubt it." Stiles said with a tired sigh, "As much as those two have been at sea Bullet is probably used to it." Stiles said.
"Well," Lydia looking around the curiously, "Then I guess that leads to it being one of us." Everyone just looked her. "Don't give me those looks, it's the only explanation I can think of." Everyone then looked each other. They hated the gut feeling they were getting in their stomachs.
"If that were true, then that person would have killed us all night while we were sleeping, right?" Kira questioned.
"That's not necessarily true." Derek said.
"I need some coffee." Lydia groaned.
"Me too." Stiles and Erica said at the same time. As everyone headed into the kitchen Jackson and Kira were left alone.
"I think it's strange how Lydia bluntly said that with a straight face." Jackson thought out loud.
"Well, you know Lydia. The girl isn't afraid to say what is on her mind." Kira said. She sat down on the stairs near Jackson.
"Well, the only reaction I've seen from her so far is from that voice." Jackson noted. "You don't think?"
Kira could see exactly where the conversation was heading. And some part of her really wanted to be over and done already, "I don't know what to think." She admitted.
The temperature in the room dropped, "It's freezing in here." Erica said carrying two extra cups. She handed both Jackson and Kira a cup. "How are you guys holding up?" she asked them. Kira and Jackson looked at each other not sure how to tell their friend their thoughts.
Kira took a deep breath, "We think Lydia might be the killer." She said in a hushed tone. Erica's eyes grew big. She squatted down in front of them in case their words could be heard.
"But that doesn't make any sense. Lydia isn't capable of that." She whispered.
"Well she's the one who put it out there." Kira said.
"No, I say it's Stiles." Erica breathed.
Jackson looked at her for an explanation. "He could have easily given Allison an overdose on sleeping pills." She explained.
"True, but he could never hurt Allison. They have best friends since the third grade. Almost like brother and sisters." Kira said.
"Scott?" Erica suggested.
"No way, McCall was too in love with her. Plus he is too messed up after her death." Jackson hissed.
Everyone had been waiting for Scott to let Allison know how he felt about her. Looks like he wont get that chance now.
"Well, she did have something to drink from her fainting." Kira remembered.
"And Lydia was the one who gave her a drink." Jackson said. Kira looked over her shoulder noticed that Lydia was walking in the room and cued them to hush.
Lydia sat down and began to sketch out new tattoo ideas. The three looked at her as if she was crazy.
"It calms my nerves." Was her only response.
Scott, Derek, and Stiles came back from the kitchen, "What are you guys doing? Trying to freeze to death?" He questioned them.
In that moment, Lydia ended up dropping her sketch pad. "Here ya go." Scott said, handing her the sketch pad. "You know we could use a fire. I'll go get some sticks from the basement." Out in the hall that that connected the kitchen and living was door that led to the house basement.
"Be careful." Derek advised Scott, who went into hall and down the stairs. Kira noticed that someone else was missing.
"Where's Stiles?" She asked.
"He went upstairs for a moment." Derek shared with them. Jackson said noticing how quickly Derek reacted to the news.
"I wonder what keeping Scott. I'll go check on him." Kira said going to check on the goofball.
Stiles came back down, looking a bit refreshed. "Hey guys, why are there only five wolves hanging?" He asked.
Everyone except Lydia turned to look. And sure enough there were only five left hanging. At the same time Kira entered back into the room with shock written all over her face.
"Scott…he's dead" She whimpered.
"What?" Jackson said not really believing his ears.
"It looked as if someone came from behind him and pushed him down on an ax." She sniffed.
"One chopped himself and then there were six." Erica recited hysterically. Jackson grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.
"Come down!" He told her. He turned to the others, but had his attention on Stiles. "What's next? Bees right?"
"Where?" Derek asked, "There can't be bees in this weather." He was still keeping his cool. Although he was finally at his end.
"Six little wolves playing with a hive. A bumblebee stung one and then there were five." Stiles cited.
"That's right." Derek said. He looked over at Lydia, who still hadn't moved. Something caught his eye as walked over to Lydia. When he got closer he noticed a syringe.
"A hypodermic syringe." Stiles said recognizing the needle. He received questioning looks. "A modern bee-sting." He explained.
"While we were right here?" Erica questioned with disbelief.
"One of us." Jackson said.
"But which one?" Derek asked.
Everyone eyed each other suspiciously.