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Death by Ax

"Mom!"

Scott sprints toward his mother, with Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Parrish and I on his heels.

"Mom!"

Mrs. McCall turns around, a look on confusion on her face.

"Scott, it's three o'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?"

"Melissa," Stiles breathes heavily, "were any people dropped off at the hospital tonight?"

Melissa McCall shakes her head quickly, a puzzled expression on her face. "I don't know. I'm not sure if-"

But Scott interrupts her. "Mom, this is extremely important. Like, life or death important. We need to know the names and statuses of the people who were brought in today."

"Statuses?" Melissa questions.

"Melissa!" Stiles says angrily.

She puts up her hands. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Let me check."

She disappears behind the receptionist desk and comes back a moment later with a paper in her hand.

"Um, a boy. Shawn Crawford. He's sixteen. He's in Room 214."

"Room 214?" Scott says, his voice shaking.

"The room 214?" Stiles asks, his eyes bulging.

"What's so special about room 214?" I whisper to Parrish.

He turns to look at me, frightened. "Room 214 is where they store the dead bodies waiting to be buried."

I raise my eyebrows and turn to ask Scott what to do, but he's already sprinting down the hallway with Lydia and Stiles.

"Come on!" Parrish says to Derek and I. "Let's go!"

He grabs my arm and drags me behind him, with Derek at my side.

I turn and give him my dirtiest death glare.

He looks at me with pleading eyes.

How can he be upset? It was his fault in the first place. I don't now how I'll ever forgive him after what he said to me.

I couldn't help running away.

We exit the elevator and turn a corner, crashing through the doors of a room on the left.

"Body two!" Scott exclaims, searching the sheets of paper taped on the outside of the drawers of dead people.

"Got it," Derek calls out, flinging open the door of one.

We all crowd around it to see a thin, muscular boy with blonde hair lying in the box.

"What's his name?" I ask.

"Shawn Crawford." Stiles answers, taking my hand and squeezing it. "Him and his brother were both killed."

"How?" Lydia asks.

"No one knows." Parrish pipes up, looking at a piece of paper. "His brother and his mother were found dead in their house. He ran into the hospital, breathless with scratches and bruises, covered in blood. Ten minutes later, they found him dead in his hospital bed." Parrish holds up the paper. "Who knows if this is even the works of the benefactor."

"He was only sixteen," Lydia mutters, her eyes red and puffy. "He was in my math class."

Scott stares at the boy, his eyes focused on something slightly below his belly button.

"What?" I ask, putting my free hand on Scott's shoulder.

"This boy, he has a square line shaped gash on his stomach, where he was hit when he was killed."

"What does that tell us?" Derek asks.

"The benefactor uses an ax to kill people, bringing the saying 'ax murderer' to life." Stiles answers, tightening his grip on my hand.

He looks me in the eyes with concern.

"This boy was definitely killed by the benefactor."

I rest my head on Stiles's shoulder, my eyes filling with tears. "Is the benefactor coming for us?" I whisper.

No one responds.

And then Parrish slowly sits down on one of the tables, Lydia attached to his arm. "Yes," he says, "he's coming for all of us."