What if I Stayed? (Thiam Fic)

Chapter Twelve

Liam disliked that the older boy seemed to have some sort of control over him. They walked in silence but Liam's mind was racing. Scott had attempted to help him this weekend with some shifting tricks but none of them had worked. Theo worked. He hated it.

"Lydia's working on the second part of the list by the way. Her and Malia went over to the lake house to work on the study." Theo spoke up and Liam responded with a tight nod, even though Theo could barely see from ahead of him. They rounded the corner of the school and arrived in an empty chemistry class. Well, not totally empty. Kira, Stiles, Scott and Isaac stood there, waiting for them.

"Took you guys long enough." Stiles groaned, "We don't have time to dilly dally."

"Did you just say dilly dally non-ironically?" Isaac's mouth was on the floor as he stared at Stiles. Liam, despite being new at this whole werewolf thing, felt the tension radiating off of Scott as he stared at the back of Isaac's head. 

"Shut up French boy."

"Focus guys." Scott snapped and they feel silent, everyone looking at him. Liam slid onto a stool far away from everyone. Theo had chosen to sit next to Isaac. "Liam, I assume Theo filled you in on everything?"

"Uh some of it. He told me there was a deadpool for all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills. Lydia unlocked a third of it and it seems that one of the killers are on our lacrosse team." Liam recounted, earning an approving nod from Scott.

"I figured that out." Stiles raised his hand. He had his own table just like Liam, probably because Malia was with Lydia right now. In his hand, he held pictures of dead bodies. "I took these from my dad's office. This is the guy who got murdered outside the party on Saturday."

"His head was cut off, right?" Kira spoke up for the first time, leaning over her desk to grab one of the pictures. "But with something like fire."

"Yep exactly. He also had an interesting tattoo which you might notice." Stiles had started walking around and handing out the pictures like school work. "The same tattoo on the body last night."

"So they're from the same pack?" Theo asked, "Do you think they're targetting them specifically or no?"

"Undecided and not the main focus of this meeting." He stuck his tongue out, "If we look at these stab wounds, they have the same pattern as the end of a lacrosse stick. It's a lacrosse-stab stick. Definitely laced with wolfsbane."

The first photos got to Liam and he felt his stomach turn. The others might've been used to death and bloody crime scenes but he wasn't. It was a decapitated head laying next to his own body. Liam felt sick.

"Yellow or regular?" Kira asked, tutting her tongue as she did so.

"These guys are professionals. Derek got back to me and said the guy who attacked Peter was the same who attacked the Wendigo." Stiles seemed to be the one in charge when it came to the crime stuff, "It's a wire transfer for money too. All done online."

"Our guys know what they're doing. It looks like they chased her into the car and then someone stabbed her. Like look at the blood trail and the fact her hand is missing." Theo added, "Which means it's two killers."

"A team?" Scott asked, sounding surprised. Liam's stomach kept doing flips. His throat had never felt so dry.

"Exactly."

"So that means, whoever ordered the keg probably knew what they were doing. They're at least one of the killers." Isaac brought up and everyone fell silent as Liam shot up, nearly falling over as he did so.

"Liam?" Scott asked, turning around slowly to face him. "Do you know something? Who ordered it?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg, but I know who paid for it." Liam looked to Scott, "Garrett. He paid for it."

"Makes sense. I hate him. Always did." Stiles tutted.

"He has a girlfriend. Violet. Could she be in on this too?" Liam asked, fidgetting nervously in his seat. He kept glancing over to Theo, expecting him to look smug or victorious. Instead, Theo just looked concerned for him.

"Probably but she doesn't play lacrosse." Kira tapped her fingers against the table, "The question is what do we do now?"

"Not play. Obviously." Stiles seemed surprised, throwing his hands up like usual. "Tell Coach you all got like explosive diareha or something."

"He would hand you guys a diaper and tell you to keep going." Theo grimaced, clearly stressed, "At least Scott, Isaac, Kira and Liam he would."

"Asshole."

"I could say my ankle's bugging me." Liam piped up. Personally, he didn't only not want to play in the game tonight but he also wanted to run away and hide. He'd have to play against Brett. The guy he hated with a passion. 

"That might work but don't count on it." Scott seemed sympathetic to Liam. "We don't know if you're on it. I'll try to get you off the field though."

"For one, I'm not scared." Isaac leaned back on his stool, putting his feet up on the desk and his head behind his head as he did so. "It's not the first time someone's tried to kill me during a lacrosse match. Probably won't be the last."

"I'm not scared either. We can take 'em." Kira pumped her fists, excitement taking hold. "I don't wanna miss my first game."

"We can handle some teenboy with a dagger. Fuck fear." Scott laughed but Liam hadn't missed the way his eyes shone when he looked at Isaac after he brought up someone attempting to kill him.

"W-what the fuck are y'all on? Alright, these guys are professional. Professional killers." Stiles was getting frantic, waving his hands as he spoke loudly. "This is their profession!"

"I'm a true alpha. I can handle them."

"Oh my God, you're all gonna die."