Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟖

I HADN'T HAD THE TIME to think about what Stiles had said to Malia. After she had shifted back when Stiles unlocked her second chain we'd had barely more than five minutes before Kira ran down into the basement and told us we needed to follow her with a panicked expression on her face.

She led us through the party of freshmen and upstairs into a spare room where we found Lydia sitting before an old record player with her laptop out. What had been the code was now a list of deciphered names... names we recognised. Names of people who were dead.

A dead pool... with our names on it and to make it worse, that was only a third of the list.

It only got worse from there.

Scott found a dead body—a decapitated body—outside the lake house. A man who used to sell keggers to underage teenagers at parties. A man who was a werewolf.

It all became a little too much to handle, especially when Scott, Stiles and I left the lake house—after the party had been busted when we'd had no choice to call the cops about the decapitated corpse on the driveway—with a list of the first third of the dead pool on our way to the Sheriff's station to talk him through it in private.

My mind was reeling as I stood between my boyfriend and my best friend in the Sheriff's office, away from prying eyes and listening ears.

"It's a dead pool," Scott told the Sheriff, pulling the list out of his pocket and unfolding it. He dropped it on the table for him to see and my eyes zeroed in on the familiar names as he explained, "a hit list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded."

The Sheriff picked up the paper off the table and looked down it briefly. I watched his eyes move nervously, chewing on my finger nail until his whole body froze and he looked up from the paper to me.

I swallowed deeply and nodded my head. Yes, that was my name amongst the others on that list and—for whatever reason unbeknownst to me—the number next to my name was the largest.

A picture of the list had already been sent to Derek. It was the first thing I did when I saw our names and the number next to mine. I barely gave him two minutes to look at it and respond before I left the spare room in the lake house and called him, freaking out. He had been right. There was something going on and his biggest, most concerning, question was the same as mine.

What was I worth so goddamn much?

"Who found this list?" The Sheriff asked us.

"Lydia." Stiles replied.

"How?" He asked.

"She wrote it." Stiles said.

I shook my head and elaborated when the Sheriff frowned in confusion, "She borrowed Malia and I what she thought were her math notes but they turned out to be a code she hadn't realised she'd written. She transcribed it. Without realizing it."

"Banshee?" The Sheriff asked us.

Stiles nodded, "Banshee."

"Beautiful." The Sheriff nodded before he looked down to the list and asked, "All right, what are these numbers next to the names?"