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"Lydia! We have to go!" Parrish's voice rings out throughout the house.

"I'm coming! Just printing the dead pool!"

Lydia comes flying down the stairs, a short skirt around her waist, a tank top on her torso. "Let's go," she says breathlessly.

Parrish takes her hand, leading her out of the house with Stiles and me on their tails.

We don't bother to drive, we sprint down the pitch black street and run up Scott's driveway.

I bang as loudly as I can on Scott's door, my fist hurting from the contact.

On the third knock, the door flings open and Scott appears in the doorway, his hair sticking up in odd angles, his big brown darting from person to person.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles says.

"I'm sleeping," he says rubbing his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

Stiles pushes his way inside, holding onto Lydia and pulling her with him. "Tell him, Lyd," he breathes.

Lydia's eyes grow wide, and instead of telling Scott anything, she throws her arms around his neck. Scott stumbles back a little, caught off guard, but manages to stay on his feet, putting his hands under her so she doesn't fall off his body.

"Lydia is everything okay?"

She pulls away and just looks at us. We all nod and she slowly holds the list out.

Scott snatches it and unfolds the corners carefully, a frightened look upon his face. He reads through it, his eyes widening as he gets to his name. "What-" he doesn't continue, answering his own question as he gets to the bottom. "A dead pool?" He asks nervously, holding the paper up to us.

Lydia stuffs it in her back pocket and nods. "I'm sorry, Scott."

Scott shakes his head. "What's to be sorry about? We have to find this 'benefactor' and take him down. Right away."

Stiles, Parrish, Lydia, and I just stare blankly at him. "Wait...so someone wants you dead, for 25 thousand dollars might I add, and you want to hunt them down?" Stiles asks, a puzzled expression coming across his face.

Scott nods. "Uh, yea," he says, not hiding the 'duh' from his voice. "What else would we do?"

I look at Parrish who's narrows his eyes as if Scott's crazy. And then we both burst out laughing.

Could this teenager be any more werewolf-y? He's seventeen and he's already planning how to "take down" the person who's trying to murder him. He's a true alpha, a rare form of werewolf that I've NEVER seen before, and he takes it proudly, as if it's the most precious gift.

I look to Stiles, who grins broadly at Scott. "Well, first we need the second cypher key..."

Every pair of eyes turns to stare at Lydia.

She doesn't notice, but when she looks up and around at us, her eyes at wide. "What?" She says. "I'm psychic. I've told you that so many-"

"But Lydia, you're still our best chance of surviving." Parrish points out.

"I have no idea what the next cypher key is! I barely figured out the first one!"

I jump into the conversation, a light bulb going off in my head. "Wait...what about...um...." I couldn't remember what her-

"Meredith!" Lydia shouts, reading my mind.

Parrish frowns. "Meredith? As in Meredith Walker?" He looks utterly confused. "What can she do to-" he pauses, realization forming in his eyes. "Wait, is she....like you?"

Lydia nods. "Yes, I think so. I'm pretty sure." She turns to Parrish. "Parrish, can you get me in the Police Department so I can see her?"

Parrish looks scared. "Mmm, I don't know, Lydia....I could lose my job." We all stare at him, waiting for him to change his mind like we know he will.

Stiles says, "And Scott could lose his life."

Parrish looks at each of us in turn. "Oh, fine. Let's go, I'll see what I can do."

Lydia nods and follows him down the front porch, again with Stiles and me being them.

"Scott, can we take you're car?" I ask.

No response.

"Scott?" Stiles asks.

Silence.

We both whirl around, but what we see is scarier than we ever could have imagined.

Scott still stands in the doorway, but he's a still as a statute. And just as silent.

He stares into the distance, his eyes round, his face terrified to death.

Stiles shoots up the steps, right up to Scott, and puts his hands on Scott's arms gently. "Scott? Are you okay?"

Scott nods slowly, but his heart doesn't seem in it. He still looks horrified.

"What is it?" I ask, appearing at his side.

"It's-" he whispers. "-it's, I can...can hear..."

"What do you hear?" Stiles asks gently.

"It's...Derek..."

"What's he saying?" I say cautiously.

"He's....screaming."