Last Chapter…
All right, see you on the field." Stiles said cheerfully, turning to Scott. "Go." he said, rushing past Sara and Mason.

Sara frowned, watching the two practically drag Liam away. "Hmm."

Mason sighed. "Was that weird?" he said, turning to her. Only to find an empty place next to him.

Following behind Scott, Liam and Stiles, half-pressing herself against the lockers and ducking behind doors every now and then. Sara eventually found herself outside the boy's locker room showers, pressing her ear lightly against the door jumping back at the loud roar that came out.

Pressing her hands and her ear back against the door, she shut her eyes, listening closely.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles yelled. There was another roar in response, the sound of gushing water became louder.

"Okay! Okay!" the voice, Liam panted, as the water was shut off. "That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's." Scott said, panting heavily.

Sara's eyes widening. 'Did Liam really make-?'

"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season." Liam replied, the sound of droplets from the leaking shower mingling with his voice.

"What did you do?" Scott asked, glancing at the doorknob. Sara stiffened, if they were what she was thinking they could be, they might hear her.

"I got a couple of red cards."

"Just a couple?" Stiles said sarcastically. Sara bent down rotating her hand, and gently pulling back, the doorknob slowly turned, opening it just enough for her to crawl inside.

"You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?" Scott said, turning his attention back to Liam. His voice was gentle, soothing even, but it held a quite sense of authority that Sara didn't know he possessed.

"Nothing." Liam said, sounding guilty. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation." he mumbled. Sara taking her chance, ducking behind the lockers, setting her eyes on a place two sets away from them.

Luckily if they were what she was starting to suspect, they wouldn't be able to catch her scent.

"What did they call it?"

Sara silently crawled in, being careful not to go too close that her heart rate would be suspicious, but being able to see what was going on.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Liam said, looking at his hands. He was soaking wet. Sara shut her eyes. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't there Liam.'

"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb." Stiles said, giving Scott a thumbs up. Sara's eyes widened. 'You gave?"'

"Did they give you anything for it?" Scott asked, bending down so he was at Liam's eye-level. "Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic." Liam answered. "Oh, this just gets better." Stiles commented. "But I don't take it." Liam added.

"Obviously." Stiles said, clapping his hands together. "I can't play lacrosse on it." Liam said, looking up at Stiles. "It makes me too tired."

"Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting." Scott suggested. Sara sliding behind the lockers, looking at them from the corner of her eye.

"No, no! I can do this. Especially if you're there." Liam said, getting up making Sara duck down further. Stiles groaned.

"But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team." Scott said quickly. 'Killed? Of course killed.' Sara thought dryly.

"Who's Demarco?" Liam asked.

'Good question.'

"The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?" Stiles elaborated. 'Beheaded, that's the Orphans M.O.' Sara thought. 'The Orphans are supernatural hunters. Which means-'

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." Scott explained, there was silence. "Liam? What, you know something?" Scott asked, the sound of sloshing water, giving her some indication that he moved.

"I don't know who ordered the keg." Liam started. "But I know who paid for it."

'Fantastic, this is just bloody fantastic.'

"Devenford Prep. The same school you were kicked out off right?" Sara asked rubbing her hands together. Liam, Mason and her watching Brett and his team get ready. Well, mainly Brett.

"Yeah." Liam said, glancing over at Brett. "I don't care if he's a foot taller than me. I think I can take him." Liam said, glancing back at Mason and Sara.

"Yeah."

"Definitely." Sara said, she and Mason still staring (cough, ogling) at Brett.

"What do you two think you're doing?" Liam asked following their gaze, before pointedly staring at Mason who looked like he was in a trance. Sara smirked, snapping her fingers in front of Mason's face.

"What?" Mason asked, snapping out of his daze, glancing between the two of them. "Me? Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable."

"You think he's hot, don't you?" Liam said instantly. Mason quickly shook his head. "No! No. Not at all. No way!"

"Lies. Spill." Sara said smiling. Not noticing a blond-haired boy, from Beacon Hill's High looking at her with interest.

"Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little." Mason said sheepishly. "Called it." Sara said, pumping her fist, turning to Mason. "You guys would be so cute-"

"He wants to destroy me." Liam interjected.

"Like he could do that." Sara replied; her brown eyes illuminating in the harsh light, almost seeming purple for a second, before returning to their normal brown.

Liam blinked, glancing back at his glove, he was probably seeing things.

"Yeah, I think you could definitely take him." Mason agreed. Liam nodded, taking a deep breath. "And then give him to me." Mason finished, Sara snorting, covering her mouth to stiffen a laugh.

Liam chuckled, grinning at Mason and Sara; the two smiling back. "No, no just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses, man." Mason said, waving at the Devenford team.

"Destroy them. And if all else fails, just…whack him with your lacrosse stick." Sara said easily, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

The two stared at her. "You know that's against the rules, right?" Mason said staring at her dubiously. Liam laughing from behind him.

Sara scrunched her nose. "It is?" she asked, glancing between the two. Mason and Liam nodded. "Huh." Sara said, looking out at the field. "Yeah, I don't know much about this game."

Liam chuckled, Coach blowing a whistle. Giving them a smirked, he pulled on his helmet, giving them a final wave before running to his team. "Good luck!" Sara yelled, before turning to Mason. "He's gonna be alright? Right?"

Mason let out a breath. "Umm…let's go sit down." he said steering Sara to the seats.

Sara bit her lower lip, glancing back at the field. 'Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?'

"Oh!" Mason cried, covering his mouth. Sara copying his action as they watched Liam get smacked hard by two Devenford Prep players. "That's gotta hurt." Sara moaned.

Liam fell to the ground, as Devenford Prep scored. He jumped to his feet, throwing off his gloves attempting to run at them, before being held back by Stiles and Scott, who eventually calmed him down enough.

"Hope he's okay…" Sara mumbled, watching Liam before he disappeared in the clump of players. Stiles was in the centre now, tossing the ball to Scott's girlfriend Kira; who Sara didn't have the pleasure of meeting yet, but got this helpful information from Mason, who was bringing up to speed on everything she's missed.

Kira weaved in and out of the players, then scored. The crowd went wild, Sara and Mason joining them as they cheered.

"Whoo! Go-" Sara paused, furrowing her eyebrows, turning to Mason. "What's our team name again?"

"Umm…"

After a while, Sara spotted Liam again. He was running with the ball, before being tackled by a Devenford Prep player and a Beacon Hill's high player at the same time. The three slammed hard onto the ground. Sara almost positive she heard a crack sound.

"Oh!" Mason yelled.

"Are they gonna be alright?!" Sara asked standing up, catching a glimpse of something small and metal.

A spear.

'Orphans.' Sara thought, staring out at the field, looking over at the distracted Mason; before discreetly sliding out of her seat.

"Guys. Lydia just broke another third of the list." Stiles said, running up to Scott, Kira and Liam on the field. "Am I on it?" Liam asked. Stiles shook his head. "No. But someone else is."

"Oh, no."

Sara walked down the empty hallway lined with lockers, her jaw set, as she made her way to the doors. "Where do you think you're going?" drawled voice from behind her.

Sara turned around plastering a fake smile on her face. "Hey…" she drawled, in a bubbly manner. "It's Garrett, right?" she asked, smiling at the dirty blonde.

The boy smiled back, leaning against his lacrosse stick. "Yeah. And you're Sara, hmm? Sara McCall."

Sara nodded stiffly, swaying on the spot, letting some hair fall over her face. If one thing was true, she was a good actress. "Yeah…that's my name. What, what do you need? I mean shouldn't you be on the field or something?" she asked, feigning cluelessness.

Garrett laughed coldly, pressing a small button on his lacrosse stick. A long sharp two tipped spear head shot out, dripping in yellow wolfsbane.

Sara sighed, rolling up her sleeves. "I really didn't want to get any blood on my shirt. But, I'm guessing I don't have an option?" she said calmly, dropping the act.

Garrett smirked, twirling the lacrosse stick around. "No." he said, swinging the spear.

Ducking, Sara sweep kicked him. Garrett hit the ground, spear still tightly in his hand. Before he could get up, Sara jumped on top of him, gripping the spear pushing Garrett further down to the ground.

Adrenaline pumped though her veins. A small smirk playing on her lips as she pushed the spear down further, choking Garrett as he fought to push it back.

If she were normal (as normal as a supernatural would be) he probably would have her beat, she had no super strength or speed and Garrett in general could have taken her easily.

For once, it was a good thing she was a freak.

Sara would be lying if she said she didn't miss this, the thrill, the danger. Adrenaline pumping thought he veins, the power inside her inching to get. To show what it could do.

What she was capable off.

She could feel the metal begin to heat up, glancing down at her hands. They were glowing a faint purple. Garrett seemed too noticed too. Staring at her in shock, as bruises and burns began to form onto his neck and his hands. "What are you?" he choked out, his eyes wide with fear.

Sara threw the spear aside, Garrett coughed, attempting to pull himself off the floor. "Easier than I thought, for a master assassin." she said standing up, looking down at him.

"As for the question, Garrett. I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Sara said ominously, drawing back her foot kicking him hard on the head.

Garrett's head rolled back, he was knocked out. Pulling down her sleeves, Sara bent down, placing her hand onto his head. "And I can't have any more blood on my hands."

Later…

"You're here now." Scott said, giving his dad a small smile.

"What's going on?" Sara asked, from behind him, shivering in her thin t-shirt. She had long disposed of her warm plaid shirt. Garrett's scent was all over it and she'd rather not have Scott find out about her, just yet.

"Um-" Scott started. A deputy walking past with a handcuffed girl, Sara guessed Violet, Garrett's partner to the door.

Violet's dark eyes locked onto Scott. Sara glared at her, instinctively edging closer to him. Violet turning her attention to Sara, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "Sara McCall, right?" she said lightly.

Scott instantly pulling Sara behind him (the girl giving the back of his head a look).

"Hey, shut up." The deputy snapped darkly (a little too angrily to be completely normal). Sara furrowed her eyebrows, watching them leave. 'That was weird.'

"Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?" Agent McCall asked. Sheriff Stilinski coming over to them. "Yeah. It's a thermo-cut wire." he said, holding out the evidence bag. Agent McCall stared down at it, glancing at Sara before turning around.

"Parrish, hold up." McCall called out, the Sheriff and Sara following behind him. Sara catching a glimpse of Liam slipping into the room, talking quietly to Scott.

Sara leaning against the wall, tuning in to both conversations. Hoping her eyes didn't decide to act up.

"Where's Kira?" Scott asked, his eyes still on her back.

"She took off. Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the Dead Pool." Liam answered, following his gaze. Sara did her best to remain causal and interesting her what her father was saying.

Scott sighed. "Her mom's on it."

"Everyone's on it." Liam replied. "You're not." Scott pointed-out. "Not yet. There's still another third, right?" Liam said,breaking his gaze of her, Scott following in suit.

Sara raised her head slightly. 'Third of what? What's the Dead Pool?' she thought, straightening up, when she noticed the deputy, the one that took Violet watching her with interest.

"Thermo-cut wire's... a very unusual weapon, Violet. Now, we've got a file at the bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen murders." Agent McCall said, his voice going hard.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here." Violet lied, her eyes flicking to Sara every few seconds.

Sara scoffed, unable to stop herself. "Too late for the innocent card, Vi. Might have worked if you hadn't tried to kill my brother." she said, folding her arms, glaring at the girl.

Suddenly dearly wishing Violet had decided to go after her than her idiot boyfriend (would have been a hell of a lot more fun. (and bloody, another voice piped up in the back of her mind))

"Easy, Sara." her father said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Your right though, maybe we should call your parents then." Agent McCall said, copying his daughter's stance.

Violet's snarky bitchy expression vanished, her face contorting in anger. "Oh, no... That's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you The Orphans." Agent McCall sneered. Sara smirked at her father.

Violet glaring at him, clenching her jaw, before being dragged away by the oddly familiar looking deputy. Deputy Parrish.

"Bye." Sara mouthed, giving her a little wave.

"We need to find her boyfriend, Garrett." Agent McCall muttered to Sheriff Stilinski, before glancing at Sara, who quickly looked away scratched behind her ear.

Sheriff nodded. "Coach," he called out. "I'm gonna need both their locker numbers. And someone find me a set of bolt cutters."

"Hey," Scott called jogged towards her, his hair bobbing up and down as he moved. "Thanks for waiting."

Sara shrugged. "No prob. What's in the bag?" she asked, pointing at the small red duffle in her brother's hands. "Ummm…Nothing. Just some lacrosse gear." Scott said quickly.

'Liar'. Sara thought, but she nodded, giving him a smile.

"Ok. Ready to head home? I'm dying to sleep in my actual room." Sara said, pushing open the entrance doors, shivering when they stepped outside.

"You okay?" Scott asked, watching her closely. More than he usual would, much like before with Violet. "Yeah. I'm fine. Pretty crazy, an assassin at your lacrosse game." Sara said, rubbing her hands together.

"Any idea why they were here?" Sara probed lightly. Scott shook his head. "No." he said shortly. "Why?" he asked sharply.

Sara glancing at him, his face was relaxed, but his eyes were worried, flicking between her and around her, as if something were to jump and gut her.

Sara shook her head, tucking some hair behind her ear. "No reason."

Scott swallowed hard as he looked over the second part of the list. Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira and Liam staring at him. "Do you think she knows?" Liam asked, finally breaking the silence.

Stiles shook his head. "No, we kept her away from this, she was in San Francisco when it all started. She can't have known." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Maybe that's why she's back." Lydia said, resting her hands against the table. "The Nematon does draw in supernatural creatures."

Kira glanced at Scott, who was still staring silently at the list.

"So should we tell her?" Malia asked, voicing the question that everyone had. "I mean she has the right to know that she's being hunted."

"Scott?" Kira asked worriedly. He was unnatural still. Scott blinked, breaking out of his daze shaking his head. "No, we don't tell her. Not yet."

"You want us to lie?" Liam cried, jumping up. "Scott, I don't think-"

"We can't just-"

"Yes," Scott snapped, making the pack fall silent again. Scott's grip on his chair tightening. "I don't like it either, but its better. We can protect her this way. From everything."

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