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**SOMEWHERE DOWN TOWN **

A boy, a sophomore in high school, shivered in the cold California night breeze.

"Coco!" He called. "Come on, girl!"

When his dog did not come, the boy went back inside him warm, dark house. "I can't find her, mom!" He called up the stairs.

But he got no response.

He stopped dead in his tracks and left his hand on the light switch. "Mom?"

Again he got only silence in response.

He turned the lights off, thinking she must already be asleep, along with his older brother.

Shrugging, the boy clambered up the stairs noisily and went into his room. He ripped his shirt off and took off his shoes.

Lying in bed that same night, he heard a soft purr. His heart racing faster than it ever had before, he slowly lowered his head toward the ground and lifted up the bedspread to look under his bed.

And there was his cat.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Oh, Coco, there you are girl. What are you doing under there?"

He reaches for her, but she backed up.

He narrowed his eyes and tried again.

And again she moved away from him.

"Coco, what's wrong, girl?" The boy asked. He took his lamp off of his bedside table and slowly brought it down to the ground.

And immediately regretted doing so.

For his cat, his poor helpless cat, was smeared from head to toe in blood.

His heart beat at an extreme rate and he started, falling out of bed.

And then, scrambling to his feet, he hears the sounds of a small battle down the hall.

His mom screaming in terror and horror.

His brother screaming in agony.

Cries of pain.

Shouts of anguish.

A clunk as if something hard had sunk into a wooden table.

A sickening thunk as if something sharp and hard had sunk into something....human flesh.

And then again, silence.

The boys heart was now leaping out of his chest as he stood extremely and utterly still.

He had no idea what to do.

Or where to go.

Or what was going on for that matter.

So he crept silently to the door, the only sound, his quickening heartbeat.

He peeked out to see an overly large man, with his back facing the boy.

And when the man turned around, the boy almost died of fright and surprise.

For the man was holding an ax.

And had no mouth.

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A/N-As you might have noticed, I went back to the previous chapters and took out Liam completely. I am going to add him back in, but I wanted to write about him becoming a werewolf, so I decided to just take him out. It's a little different now, but when he comes in, his character is going o be amazing! Can't wait! Love ya guys and here ya go!💜💛💙❤️💚

**BACK TO BEACON HILLS**

I can feel my body drowning in pain and anguish, the reality of the statement taking over my body.

No Derek.

No Boyd.

No Erica.

No...No Stiles.

"Stiles, it can't-"

"It doesn't matter," Stiles says quietly but forcefully, "we can't worry about things we can't change. There's still another third of the list to decode and it's gonna have us all on it, not just supernaturals."

He says it with confidence as if he's not scared, but the shakiness in his voice says otherwise.

I feel a tear slip down my cheek, but I hastily wipe it away so no one sees it.

But when I look at Stiles, I know for sure that he has seen it. There's sympathy and sadness in his eyes, but there's also fright and concern.

I quickly turn away and look at Parrish. "Can you help us figure out who is killing these people?"

Lydia jumps in. "First we have to know if any of these people have died." She pauses and looks at Deputy Parrish, along with Stiles and me. "Parrish?"

He shakes his head and walks over to U.S. Taking the list, he nods. "I ran the first six people through the scanner yesterday. They've all already been murdered."

I look at Lydia. "Great. Now we can find out who is doing the killing."

Everyone nods and we walk out of the sheriffs department.

Scott and Derek immediately sprint to us, breathing heavily. "Guys," Derek says, "the hospital. Now. There's been another murder."