I sat on the sofa in Derek's loft, twiddling my thumbs while Lydia began telling a story about a woman her Grandmother used to know. I was drifting in and out of listening to her, my mind focused more so on how easy accessing the deadpool could potentially be. The only people I've even talked to about my mother's name being on it are Stiles and Eric. Everyone else seems to be ignoring it, thinking that maybe if they pretend it's not there it will go away, but that's not the case. My mother's name on that list is all I can think about half the time.
I lifted my head up, feeling Derek's heavy eyes on me. Lydia was talking about her Grandmother being in San Francisco, while her friend, Maddy, was out boating. I'd missed most of the details, but she was saying that her grandmother began hearing things just before Maddy's death. She talked about rain, thunder and cracking, all bursting in her grandmother's ears even though the sky outside was clear.
"It was so loud," said Lydia. "She finally just screamed,"
"Like a banshee," said Derek.
Lydia turned around from the window to face us. "She called Maddy, who had planned on taking one of the boats out on the lake. Maddy said the sun was shining there too, so Lorraine didn't say anything."
"There was an accident," said Parrish.
"It took them four days to find Maddy's body," said Lydia. "And then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists. The PhD in their name made it more scientific. They built a study in the lakehouse according to every pseudo-scientific study they could find. None of it worked. Then she started getting into more extreme things like mediums and psychics, all of them were failures. Until Meredith, they found her at Eichen House, this fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study, and they almost killed her. She was hospitalized for over a year,"
"Lydia," I said, cutting her off as I spun in my own thoughts.
She turned her head to look at me. I could see the guilt in her eyes. I know that she believes her grandmother drove Meredith insane, and that she drove her to suicide, but there's one small detail she's missing.
"Your grandmother didn't just find Meredith," I said. She furrowed her eyebrows as Scott, Parrish, and Derek all leaned in. "My mother sent her,"
"What?" She asked.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I remember my mother meeting with a woman named Lorraine in her office at home. They were talking about voices and death and...I remember my mom saying she knew someone who might be able to help her. She said Meredith's name,"
"Why would my grandmother reach out to your mom?" Lydia questioned.
I shook my head. "I think my mother and your grandmother knew a lot more than either of them were willing to admit."
Lydia raised her eyebrows, turning around and pulling something out of her bag. She laid the sheet of paper out on the table in front of us, a bunch of numbers and letters covering the page. It looked like the same code we've been using.
"My grandmother created the code for the deadpool," she said. "They think she's the banshee who put the names on it in the first place. She left me this message in the same code,"
I locked eyes with Lydia for a moment. I know there's stuff my mother hid from me, but now I'm beginning to question just how much. More than that, I'm beginning to question why her name is really on the list. If Lydia's right and her grandmother created the deadpool, then maybe there's a few more people in Beacon Hills that aren't as dead as they're assumed to be.
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Absolute Zero (A Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfiction) [4]
FanfictionTwenty minutes. Twenty minutes is all that kept Emma Brisbane from sacrificing her life to save a friend. Twenty minutes that cover her in grief and regret. Now, there's a deadpool with her name on it. The thing is, it's not just her and her friends...