Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

I.E.D

Dear Juliet, I hope you're not on the deadpool...

After that night, I told Scott about the dead pool, and that Lydia found it. Scott called stiles and we met up with him at the sheriffs station to tell Stilinski all about it

"It's a deadpool. A hit list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded." Scott told Stilinski, leaning against the desk, me pulling out the paper with the names on it.

"Who found this list?" Sheriff asked, looking up at the three of us.

"Lydia." Stiles said to him.

"How?"

"She wrote it. Actually, she transcribed it. Without realizing it." I spoke out.

"Banshee?" Sheriff asked and looked at Stiles.

"Banshee." Stiles said back to his dad.

"Beautiful." Stilinski sighed. "All right, what are these numbers next to the names?" He said pointing at the names.

"We're getting to that. First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key."

"Wait. You mean, like a... Like a key word?"

"It's actually a name." I whispered. I then looked at Scott, who had his head down.

"Allison." Scott softly spoke. There was silence. I missed her, Allison. Only if we saved her.

"Her name broke a third of the list." Stiles said, grabbing the paper.

"And now we think there's two other cipher keys."

"Which will give us the rest of the names. Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys?" Sheriff stood up, crossing his arms.

"Same way we got the code."

"Lydia. She's been out at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other two key words." I told him.

"You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie. Hmm?" Sheriff looked at me and Scot. They were both werewolves that died."And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?"

"I don't know. But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here." Scott told him.

"Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000."

"And dropping...." Stiles said, making his dad look at him.

"But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to 500,000. Look, how many werewolves, banshees, hybrids, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about? And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?"

"Well, I'm the only hybrid!" I smiled. They all looked at me. "I thought what would make it better, but didn't." I looked down in shame.

"We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit."

"Because of the numbers. We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117."

"117 what?" I looked up at Stilinski.

"Million." I said.

"117 million dollars, Dad. Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."

"Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead."

"So the coded list goes out. And somehow these professional assassins get that list."

"And a cipher key."

"And then they go after the names on the list. They being killers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off." There was these pictures of the two people that died, Demarco and Carrie. Carrie had these stab marks that made Stiles interested.

"Let me see." stiles picked up the photos from his dads desk. "Carrie was also stabbed. What's this mark?"

"We're not sure yet. We're still waiting on the ME's report. There's one other thing I don't get. How did this new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house?"

"Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash." I blurted out. Stilinski probably didn't know that until i said it. oops!

"Ah. So whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco."

"Yeah, it was someone at the party."

"A student."

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I heard a familiar voice coming from the boys locker room. I walked in there and I heard Scott.

"She's working on it." I walked around the corner and saw him and Derek. I still had a grudge on Derek. Scott and him looked up at me and smiled. "Well, I should go to class." Scott said, getting up and leaving. I hate him for leaving me.

"You look beautiful today." Derek said, smiling.

"Wow! A complement and a smile!" I said to him.

"Oh be quiet." He tried to kissed me, but I pulled back and looked at him. "Right, sorry." He forgot.

"No, its fine."

"Im sorry, i should've called. Its just i have to take care of these things and Peter-" I stopped him.

"Its fine. Thats all." He claps his hands and looks at me."And that dead pool, I hope they dont know I'm on there."

"Ill protect you, dont worry." I smiled. The least bell rang.

"I have to go, be careful."

"Lo-" He stops himself. "See you later." He said as I walked out of the locker room. A few class, Scott pulled me in coaches office to look, what Stiles said the murder weapon. Yes, a lacrosse stick is the murder weapon.

"The killer's on the team?" I asked as I threw the sticks on coaches desk. "This... This is pointless. Most of the team plays with their own gear.

"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?" Kira suggested.

"The game's the best way to catch him red-handed." Scott said throwing the last stick away.

"But what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he just stabbed to death? Which, by the way, could be either of you guys." Stiles said, pointing at the three of us.

"Or Liam. Well, we don't have the whole list and he could be on it." Scott said.

"We don't know anything about that list." I told Scott.

"How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway? How do they even know about me?" Kira said.

"They know about everyone." Scott told Kira. Even me? How? I didn't tell anyone about me.

"I think Kira's right. I think we should stop the game." Stiles agreed with Kiras idea.

"I'm not afraid." Scott said, making me eyes widen. Say what now!

"Neither am I." Kira spoken out, turning to Scott. I looked at them and then at Stiles.

"I'm horrified!" I yelled outpacing them jump."I don't even know I'm on the list!"

"Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list. Guys, these are professional killers. It's their profession. One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have?" Maybe a weapon to kill me if on the list.