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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 had fallen subject to their unconscious states, basking in the wacky, dream-like realities. For the very few, on night shifts, insomniac wanderers, meddling teenagers who had bitten off more than they could chew, they were wide awake.
The door to the Sherriff's office was cautiously pushed open, the girl behind it timid and unsure. Noah Stilinski and his curious son looked up from the many books on the desk they were flicking through.
Stiles gave his friend no time to mumble out a rally of greetings, he immediately beckoned her over, flailing frantically. "Everyone who died, 24, class of 2006, all went to Beacon Hills high school."
Lizzie shuffled towards the desk, hardly processing the vague list of information she'd just been given. A beige file was thrust into Lizzie's hands.
"Isaac had a brother. Did you know that?" Stiles refused to wait for an answer from the girl. Theories, conspiracies, ideas, hurtled through his head at top speed.
"All right," He addressed his father. "But, so what if they all knew each other, you know. I mean two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out."
Lizzie shook her head, a couple of nights ago the devastating headline enlightened the town of the death of married couple expecting a child. The news reporters screamed sadistic murder but it was later confirmed by Derek that it was the work of the kanima.
"Well, they could have had the same classes together, they could've-" Noah stopped his wondering, the pause initiating after he caught sight of one of the pages in the file.
"What?" Stiles questioned the halt as Lizzie gravitated to his side.
"Same teacher." Noah slid the file across the desk towards the two teens. Lizzie strained her neck, slightly blocked by Stiles to see the inevitable picture of satan displayed in the corner of the page.
"Harris," Stiles muttered under his breath. "They were all in his class?"
Noah nodded. "All four."
Lizzie scratched the side of her head. Of course all four kanima victim's had been in Beacon Hill's most evil teacher's class.
"How many times have as told you he's evil." She droned out the 'l'.
"I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in." Noah reminded them of the only thing that didn't align the pattern. "But, this, kids, this is definitely a pattern."
Lizzie and Stiles exchanged looks, searching each others eyes as if they were sending silent messages to each other through their minds.
Noah snapped them out of it, slamming his hand on the desk and leaping into police infused action.
