"But you're dead!"
Sara ran in pushing the doors open ignoring Scott's shouts for her to wait; his voice simply fading into background noise.
Parrish practically naked, covered in ash was standing over Haigh, beating him to a pulp. The Sheriff's department, still with shock.
"Parrish." Sara breathed out, freezing in the doorway, watching him wondering for a second if she should stop him. She had almost turned Garrett into a burnt crisp, and he just threatened her…should she risk it? Haigh had tried to kill Parrish, she really wouldn't blame him if he did…she couldn't hurt him…
"Oh my god…" Stiles mumbled, his words dying on his lips, still holding on tightly to the Sheriff. Sara glancing at him, before back at Parrish. "Parrish, stop." Sara whispered, the word's flying out of her mouth, before she could stop them.
Instantly Parrish stood up, glaring down at Haigh, before slowly turning around. His eyes locked with hers. They were different somehow.
"I think you better call Derek," Sara whispered.
"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asked, turning Parrish's hands in his. After Parrish had quite literally 'beat the living crap' out of Haigh (Haigh was alive, but stuck in the hospital with a shiny pair of handcuffs)
She, Scott and Stiles half-dragged Parrish out of the Sheriff's station to Derek and Peter's (Derek's crazy uncle, who bit Scott and then tried to kill him. Multiple times) apartment, where Lydia (Stiles called her) had met up with them.
"It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia said, thoughtfully. She, Sara, Scott and Derek crowding around Parrish waiting for Derek's verdict. "Well, they should be gone." Derek replied, releasing Parrish's hands.
"I was set on fire. All of me should be gone." Parrish said, glancing at Sara from behind him. "Well…" Sara said, making a face. "Not exactly."
"Not if you're like us." Scott added, folding his arms. "Like you?" Parrish asked. Sara nodded mouthing 'I'll explain later.'
"I don't think he's like us." Derek observed. "Then what is he?" Lydia asked. "Sorry, but I have no idea." Derek answered. "But you knew about Jackson and Kira." Scott said.
"Jackson? The crazy jock that hates you? He's a were-?" Sara blurted out.
"This is a little out of my experience." Derek said quickly, cutting off Sara. "There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent?"
"Wait Argent?" Sara interrupted. "I don't know where he is." Scott replied, shooting Sara 'shh' look.
Sara stuck her tongue out at him.
"Okay, hold on. What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just... Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic?" Parrish asked seriously.
Sara snorted. "You think Lydia is psychic?"
Parrish nodded. "Yeah."
"Not exactly." Scott said slowly.
"Okay. Then what are you?" Parrish said, glancing between the five. Sara sighed, turning to Scott, who glanced at Derek who raised his eyebrows.
"Try not to freak out." Sara suggested lightly. Scott shut his eyes, facing Parrish, revealing his red werewolf, True Alpha eyes.
"Oh, that so cool."
"What's a Kanima?" Parrish asked, rubbing his hands together on Derek's couch.
Parrish didn't freak out. He just sort off, wobbled on his feet and stumbled onto the couch. Scott and Lydia shared a look. "We'll get back to that." Scott said gently.
"Giant lizard person." Sara informed. Parrish nodded. "And you are?"
"A witch." Sara said calmly, leaning back on Derek's coffee table. "But all I really do is blow stuff up and light things on fire." Sara said, slowly opening her hand, revealing a tiny purple-like flame glowing from within it.
"I don't have that much control. So I can't do anything really cool yet," she said, closing her hand, extinguishing the purple light. "If it helps, he had no idea what I was either." Sara said cheekily, inclining her head to Derek.
Parrish grinned, Derek rolling her eyes. "Wait, could he-?"
"No, He's not like me, I would know. But…" Sara paused. "You're familiar. Somehow…"
"Just know that everyone like us, everyone with some kind of supernatural ability is on the dead pool." Scott explained, breaking the silence from Sara's words.
"But I don't even know what I am."
"I'm pretty sure they don't care." Derek commented lightly, Sara nodding in agreement. "How many professional assassins are we talking about?" Parrish asked. "We're starting to lose count." Lydia said, pacing up and down in front of them.
"But is it still just professionals?" Scott pondered. "I don't think so, Haigh isn't exactly the assassin type." Sara said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
"Sara's right, I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance." Parrish said.
"That means anyone with the dead pool could take a chance." Derek said. "But if Haigh had it, then who else does? How easy is it to get this thing now?"
Sara bit her lower lip, glancing at Scott, Lydia and Derek. "What are we going to do?"
"Parrish." Sara said suddenly, looking up. Can I try something?"
Parrish pulled his gaze from Lydia, Derek and Scott, who were all whispering to each other, about 'something important.'
"Sure, what?" he asked, leaning back on the couch. Sara shrugged. "Just stay there…I just wanna..." Sara edged closer, shutting her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Opening her eyes, showing off her witchy purple hues, she stared into Parrish's eyes. Parrish straightened, stiff and tall. His eyes blank, almost like they were before at the Sheriff's office.
Like Parrish, but not Parrish.
His eyes began glowing, a deep sort of orange like colour, like flames. For a few seconds the two stared at each other. Sara slowly raising her hand, to touch his eyes.
Parrish suddenly lunged forward.
Sara jumping back, into Scott's arms who pulled her behind him.
Parrish's golden fire like eyes vanished, falling back onto the couch, rubbing his head in pain.
"What was that?" Derek said sharply. "I don't know." Lydia mumbled, glancing at Sara. Sara straitened up. "I'm okay," she said patting Scott's arm gently. "That was freaky."
Sara sighed glancing down at her phone again. It was probably the hundredth time she checked it. Liam hadn't said a word to her since last night.
"Meredith was only at my grandmother's lake house once. But I think once was enough." Lydia said, sitting on Derek's bed.
"How did your grandmother know her?" Derek asked, folding his arms leaning against a pillar. Sara sitting on the floor, next to Scott, leaning her head against his leg.
"She didn't. She found her. Because of another woman named Maddy. The woman she loved." Lydia said, handing a picture to Scott.
"I never met her, but I saw her name everywhere. She used to be part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies in the lake house from all the regattas she'd won." Lydia said, smiling slightly at the memories.
"How did she die?" Parrish asked, pausing in her pacing.
"How's not the story. It's what happened right before. My grandmother, Lorraine, used to work in San Francisco for IBM."
"IBM?" Sara asked. Parrish glancing up, mouthing "I'll tell you later." Sara nodding, Lydia continuing her story.
"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 narrated, turning around as if she were actually there.
"But she kept hearing the rain?" Scott asked, folding his arms. Sara looking worriedly at Lydia.
"And it just kept getting louder. Rain and thunder cracking like gunshots in her head. So loud. She finally just screamed."
"Like a Banshee." Derek said.
"She called Maddy, who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake. But Maddy said that the sun was shining there too. So Lorraine didn't say anything."
"There was an accident?" Parrish guessed.
Lydia nodded. "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, like the PhD in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find. None of it worked. So then she started going to more extreme occult."
"Occult, how all the best stories start." Sara grumbled under her breath.
"Things like mediums and psychics, all of them were failures. Until she found Meredith. They found her in 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...never really recovered. My grandmother drove her insane and I drove her to suicide. And all she ever wanted to do was help."
"My grandmother created the code for the dead pool." Lydia said, sliding the paper over, showing it to them. "They think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place. She left me this message in the same code."
"But she didn't leave a cipher key, did she?" Scott said hopefully. Lydia shook her head.
Sara sighed, looking down at the code. "Then we're back at square one."
"Ready to go?" Sara asked, pulling on her jacket (well Scott's jacket that he carried for her) "Scott?" Sara asked, lightly touching his shoulder snapping him out of his trance.
Scott glanced at her, before slowly picking up Derek's gun off his bed, tracing his fingers lightly across it.
"Careful with that." Derek said, walking up from behind them. "Thought you didn't like guns." Scott said lightly. Derek smiled, holding out his hand for it.
"Does this had something to do with your eyes?" Scott asked, looking up at Derek. Sara recognised that look. The look of a respect, and awe. The look of a mentor and its student. The look of a kind of friendship that was…powerful, meaningful. As much as it hurt to think about, Sara was glad she knew what that feeling was.
"My eyes, my strength, the healing…" Derek sighed. "All of it."
"Wait, your losing your werewolf…ness?" Sara asked. Derek chuckled. "Yeah, pretty much." he said, glancing at Scott. "Whatever Kate did to me…it's still happening."
Scott stiffened.
"If the Dead Pool really was made by a Banshee, then there's something else that you should know about…" he said worriedly. "You name broke the third list. It was a Cypher Key. A-"
"And the other two keys were 'Allison and Aidan" Derek finished. "Allison?" Sara whispered to herself, trying not to interrupt this…almost private moment.
"I-I don't wanna make you nervous," Scott stuttered. "But kinda feels like there might be a pattern doesn't it. Allison, Aidan…You."
"Names picked by a Banshee." Derek said, seeming much more relaxed by this than Scott.
"I-I it could mean that you're-In danger." Scott said. Derek smiled. "Scott, Banshee's don't predict danger. They predict death."
Sara stared at him. "Well you're a real ray of sunshine aren't you?"
"Liam," Sara said gently tapping him on the shoulder. Liam instantly stiffened, slamming his locker and turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
"Liam! Liam, Liam wait!" Sara said, jogging after him, catching his arm. "Please, Liam can just listen to me. Please." Sara whisper-yelled.
Liam sighed, turning around, walking into an empty classroom. "You lied to me." he said, throwing his bag on the floor. "What else is there to talk about?"
"Oh come on," Sara said, throwing her bag down. "Don't act so innocent. You didn't tell me about you being a werewolf and that Scott my brother might I add, is your Alpha!"
"That's because he told me not to, to protect you." Liam snapped.
Sara paused, nodding her head. "Okay, that's, that's fair." Sara admitted, as Liam made his way to the door. "But do you honestly think I wanted to lie to you."
"They why did you?!" Liam growled, his hand on the doorknob.
"Because I was scared." Sara mumbled, sitting on one of the desks. Liam slowly turned around, standing in front of her.
Sara sighed running her fingers though her hair. "I already felt like a monster after the accident. When I came I said, I would leave it behind me, live a normal life. Pretend it never existed, and well you know how that turned out." she said, chuckling lightly.
"My brothers a True Alpha, my best friends his Beta, my brother's best friend who's like a brother was possessed by a Nogitsune, my brother's girlfriend is a Kitusne, my old babysitter's a Banshee and I don't even know what Malia's story is." Sara said, looking down at the floor.
She was almost 100% sure there was a bloodstain somewhere.
"Werecoyote," Liam said, jumping up next to her on the desk.
"Right," Sara said, nodding slowly. "I'm-I'm really sorry, Liam."
"S'okay. We've both been really crappy friends lately." Liam said, smiling at her. Sara giggled, nodding. "Yep…You forgive me?" Sara mumbled, glancing at him.
Liam paused. "Yeah, but you owe me." Liam said, taking her hand, pulling her off the desk.
"Deal, what do I owe?" Sara asked, the two entering the bustling halls.
"Bonfire Night, you're coming with me."
"Ugh," Sara said making a face. "I hate parti- Oh you jerk."
Cheering, screaming music and people jumping up and down like nutcases was not Sara's opinion of a super fun night.
While she never had anything personal against parties; some she kinda enjoyed. But she didn't really enjoy everyone getting so drunk they couldn't stand. Maybe it was because of her father, but Sara disliked alcohol to an extreme extent.
A part of her wondered if Scott was feeling as uncomfortable as she was. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Sara leaned against the table, allowing the screams and music to wash over her.
"Not gonna tell me to slow down?" Liam asked, after a few seconds of silence, besides the overall noise of the party.
"Actually, I was gonna say, 'Keep drinking'." Mason said shortly. "I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in a toilet drunk."
Sara wrinkled her nose.
Liam chuckled. "Why?"
"Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie." Mason answered calmly. Sara snorted. 'Backfire.'
Liam's face fell, turning away from Mason. Sara gently slipping her hand into his empty one, squeezing it.
"I'm not asking this because I want to know. I'm asking because I want to help." Mason said, seeming to sense Liam's mild annoyance and sting at his words.
"I'm gonna get another drink." Liam said, getting up, swaying on his feet. "Yeah... I'm getting drunk." he said wobbling off. Sara furrowed her eyebrows. 'Can werewolves even get drunk?'
Mason sighed, turning to Sara his eyebrows raised. "What?" she asked. Mason inclining his head towards the direction that Liam disappeared into.
"Don't ask me." Sara said, taking a sip of her water. "I got here like last week."
"Woah, easy." Sara said, grabbing Liam before he fell. "I'm soo drunk." Liam sang. "Yeah, you are…" Sara mumbled, looking around catching Scott's eye, who was holding a very drunk Malia. "How?"
"How much has he have to drink?" Scott asked, setting Malia down at their table. Sara forcing a disorientated Liam to look at her.
"Not enough to get him like this." Mason said, looking between the two of them. "Something not right," Sara said, turning to her brother, feeling Liam's forehead. "Liam's really hot."
"Am I? I mean, duhhhh." Liam slurred, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Yeah, easy cowboy." Sara replied, dropping her hands, turning to Scott.
"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, um..." Scott said, swaying on his feet. "Scott?" Sara said, jumping up, steadying him.
"How much did you drink?" Mason asked. "Nothing. Not even a sip." Scott said, leaning heavily against the table. Sara bent down next to him, checking his eyes. "What's going on? What can you see that I can't?" Sara whispered, looking around.
The fire, and the people mingling together in some strange haunted montage. Scott's eyes widened, gripping Sara's arm.
"It's not the drinks. It's the music." he said getting up. "I have to..." Scott said, shutting his eyes, trying to re-focus. "I have to turn off the music."
"Don't let them out of your sight." Scott said. Sara jumping up. "Scott let me help you."
Scott stopping dead in his tracks, taking Sara's shoulder. "No, something…" Scott blinked. "Something's happening, and I…Protect them. Sara. Keep them safe."
Sara stared at him, nodding. "Promise."
After a few minutes of silence, to burly security guards came up to grabbing Liam and Malia roughly. "Let's go."
"Hey!" Sara said jumping up. "What the hell are you doing?"
"These are our friends." Mason explained, running in front of Sara.
"Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out." The security guard said. Sara's eyes widened. 'Not security guards. Assassins.'
"Okay, we'll go with them." Mason reasoned. "That won't be necessary." The assassin said, holding out an arm, refusing Mason to go near them. "I said they're my friends-"Mason started, the assassin pushing Mason to the floor.
The others grabbing Malia and Liam. "Sorry, Mas." Sara mumbled, following discreetly assassin's though the crowd.
Running into the school, entering though the window in the science room to avoid being spotted Sara landed onto the floor, just as the music cut out.
'Nice.' she thought, walking into the hall, just as another woman hit one of the assassin's in the face, Derek behind her.
The three guards ran at them. Running to the nearest one, Sara kicked him in gut, punching him on the nose. Ducked his punch, Sara slammed his head hard into the lockers. The woman and Derek doing the same.
Sara turned to Scott, about to help him up when, one of the assassins jumped up, pulling out a gun. He fired.
Sara stared at the gun, almost watching the bullet move slow motion, raising her hand the bullet froze suspended into mid-air. The man dropped the gun, stumbling back in surprise. "What the-"
Sara raised her other hand, swiping her fingers throwing him into the lockers. The man slumped on the floor, leaving a light dent in the lockers. "Moron." Sara mumbled, the bullet falling to the floor.
"Did I just catch a bullet?!" Sara cried, picking it up, a large smile flying on her face. Derek nodded, the woman laughing lightly. "I didn't know I could that! First time!" Sara said excitedly showing the bullet off the Scott, Liam and Malia.
"Look Scott I caught a bullet!" she laughed out, pausing suddenly. "Not the time, and I should not be this excited." Sara said, reading the room. "Sorry, my bad" she said bashfully, scratching her ear.
"What happened to the gun?" Scott asked, pulling himself of the floor.
"You're covered in gasoline."
"Oh, yeah." Scott said, Derek helped him. Sara and the woman helping Liam and Malia. "Oh, by the way," Sara said glancing at Braeden. "Who are you?"
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