Stiles, the drama queen that he was, didn't say anything as we got to the school. He didn't answer our questions, just that he would show us.
"Stiles, need I remind you that the last time I was in the school at night I was about to be sacrificed by a dark druid!" I exclaimed. "So please, save the theatrics for another time, will you?"
We walked into a chemistry classroom, Stiles wasting no time in walking over to a closet that stored extra chemicals.
"And the last time I was in a storage closet, I was hiding from a pack of alphas. And there was a dead body inside!"
Stiles rounded to me, "Oh my god, and I'm the dramatic one?" I scowled at him as he shook his head, muttering, "Unbelievable."
"Alright then, what are we doing here?" Stiles had turned back to the storage closet and opened it.
"That was supposed to be locked," Lydia stated.
"Yeah, I know," Stiles said. "Notice anything else?"
"It smells like chemicals." Lydia said.
"Hang on," I said, coming to the conclusion Stiles reached back at his house. "When I was locked in the storage closet with Allison she knocked down a bottle of ammonia. The smell was so strong I couldn't smell anything else."
"Werewolves wouldn't have been able to catch a scent," Lydia stated. Stiles was browsing through the shelves of chemicals with the flashlight on his phone.
"Nope," His gaze fell down to the floor, and he turned around. Shining the light on the linoleum, we saw blood smeared on the floor along with staples scattered alongside it.
"He was here," Stiles said, "Performing very minor surgery on himself."
"So unsanitary," I said, wincing at the thought of someone literally stapling their stomach together. "But you were right, Lyds."
"Then why don't I feel good about this?"
"Probably because he was here to kill someone," Stiles stated.
"But who?" Lydia and I said together.
"That's what we've gotta figure out," Stiles stood up and exited the closet. Lydia and I followed behind him into the classroom.
"Okay spread out, start looking for anything." He instructed, heading to the windows, Lydia headed over to the door, and I headed to the teacher's desk that stood in front of the rest of the lab tables and a chalkboard. Glancing up at the board, I saw three numbers written on it: 19, 53, and 88.
"Guys," I said, motioning for them to come over to where I was.
"What are those?" Stiles asked, seeing the board.
"Atomic numbers," I said.
"Is it a formula?" Stiles looked at the three numbers more closely. I picked up a piece of chalk, shaking my head.
"Not really, nineteen's potassium, fifty three's iodine, and eighty eight's radium."
"The first two make potassium iodide," Lydia input.
"Right, but I doubt this was put up here for a chemistry class." I started writing out the chemical symbols for each, to see if that could put a new perspective on it.
"Wait, potassium is K?"
I glanced over at Stiles, "From kalium."
"Or the scientific Neo-Latin name," Lydia further explained. I looked over to her.
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Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)
FanfictionJune's just been cast out of her coven for reasons her brilliant mind still can't comprehend. With the help of her Guardian, Ginny, she ups and leaves for a town clear across the country called Beacon Hills. But as soon as she gets there, peculiar m...
