Whispered promises

Chapter 50

Scott arrives at school fresh day let's hope we don't see the ninja thing's again . "You guys going to be doing this all day?" Scott said getting off his bike to see Ethan and Aidan they haven't let his side . "All day." Ethan exclaimed . "All night." Aidan confirmed . "This is about you being the target of demonic ninjas." Aidan said . "You mean, the demonic ninjas that pulled swords out of their chests and completely kicked our asses? Expect Katrina " Ethan said sarcastically . "Yeah! Those demonic ninjas. " ethan remarked sarcastically back . "I don't need anyone to protect me." Scott said towards the twins . "Argent thinks that they could just come out at night..." scott informs them .

"Since this is our first experience with demonic ninjas, we're thinking we should play it safe." Ethan said towards the true alpha . "What about the others " Scott questioned curiously. "Katrina did you not see her last night she was fighting against three of them and even got one of there swords she's like Ninja queen she can protect herself quite well " Aidan concluded towards him .

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"So then she starts talking about phosphorus and key having chemicals on it, right?" Stiles said as we entered the empty chemistry room like he asked. The dim fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow across the room. Stiles seemed anxious, his eyes darting around as he continued his train of thought.

"So that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact someone had to let Barrow in..." Stiles said, his gaze fixated on the chalkboard. But to his surprise, the writing was gone. "It's gone. Okay, it doesn't matter though. I've still got the key," Stiles said, backing up from the board and going over to the chemistry closet with the keys in his hand. He fumbled with the keys, searching for the one he wanted. "What the hell?" he whispered, examining all the keys on his chain as if he was trying to find a specific one. "I swear it was here. I had it," Stiles said, looking up at us with a mixture of frustration and confusion.

"The key you were talking about last night, didn't I show it to you two?" Scott questioned. Stiles turned to him, hope flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, I showed it to you, right?" Stiles asked, desperation evident in his voice. "No, you just told us about it. We never actually saw it," I answered, trying to recall our conversation from the previous night.

Stiles looked back at the chalkboard, slowly making his way towards it. "I was here a couple of hours ago. The message left to Barrow, spelling Kira's name, was right there on the board in my handwriting, and I had the key to the chemistry closet," Stiles explained, his voice filled with disbelief. "So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops, and then... you wrote him a message to kill Kira?" I questioned, struggling to comprehend the situation. It sounded insane-Stiles wouldn't do that in a million years.

"I know how it sounds, but look at this," Stiles said, pulling something from his jeans pocket. It was a folded bit of paper-a newspaper report about Barrow when the cops caught him. "This is a news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts and bolts, screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you two?" Stiles asked, his voice trembling.

"Coach," Scott answered, realization dawning on him. "The joke we played on him on prank night," I said, memories flooding back. "It was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can't be," Stiles said, his voice filled with fear and uncertainty.

"I don't want to sound like I'm trying to tell you that you're wrong. But I don't think you're trying to kill people either," I explained, trying to reassure him. I looked down, hearing Stiles crumple the paper in his hand tightly as he turned his attention back to the chalkboard in the classroom. "It was all here, all of it," Stiles whispered. I understood how he felt-like it was real but isn't.