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Various places in Beacon Hills | Night into morning
Stiles was halfway to the public pool to meet up with Lydia when his phone started ringing. He had never been so relieved to see Scott's name before. "Scott, man, you okay?"
"We're alive," Scott said. "That's the good news. Kind of pales in comparison to the bad news."
"Oh god, what?"
"Erica's dead."
"Shit." Stiles knew Isaac hadn't been wrong about that, but he still wished it hadn't been true. He had liked Erica. She hadn't done anything to deserve a death like that. "How's Boyd?"
"Uh...that's the other half of the bad news," Scott said. "He and Cora escaped the vault and now they're feral and running around Beacon Hills. Me, Derek and Isaac are trying to track them now."
"What, back up, who's Cora?" Stiles asked. "The girl in the vault's name is Cora?"
"Dude, that's a whole thing I can't even get into over the phone." Scott might put off getting into that at all if possible. He had remembered the drama over Stiles not telling Derek about Laura.
"Okay, well, I'm heading to the public pool. Lydia found a dead body there, don't ask me how," Stiles said. "It might've been Cora and Boyd."
"They might have been able to get there in time if they're juiced up on the moon," Scott said. "Call me after you've checked it out."
"Got it." Stiles hung up and stopped the jeep outside the public pool. Lydia was waiting for him when he stepped into the pool area and she was most definitely not dressed to swim. How the hell did she even end up here?
"I'm okay," Lydia said once she saw Stiles. She pointed at the lifeguard chair. "That right there? Not okay."
Stiles turned to see a boy around his own age slumped over in the chair. Blood pooled around him and Stiles could see that his throat had been cut open. "I'll call my dad."
"I already called 911."
Stiles whipped around to look back at Lydia. "You called the police before you called me?"
"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia asked.
"YES!" Stiles shouted, getting out his phone and dialing Scott. They didn't have much time before the police got here. "Scott, dead guy's covered in blood, it was probably them."
"Are you sure?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, throat ripped out, blood everywhere, it's like the freaking Shining," Stiles said. "If two little girls come out of the woods and ask me to play with them forever and ever I'm not gonna be surprised."
"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?"
"Make sure it was them?" Stiles asked. "Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?"
"Please just do it."
Stiles groaned and moved closer to the body. Yep, it was a dead guy. Covered in blood. Throat cut. Just like he said, Scott. Though upon further inspection, he did notice the guy was sporting a purity ring on his hand. Poor guy. Died a virgin.
Sirens rang out in the distance and Stiles had to cut his call short because he could not let his father see him here.
"You didn't have to follow me home," Lydia said, tossing her coat over her vanity chair before sitting down on her bed.
Yes, Stiles really did have to follow her home. There were two feral werewolves out, he told her that, of course he was going to follow her home. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "I had a police escort."
"I know the inner workings of that force, they're not as reliable as you would think." They didn't hold up against kanimas very well.
"Well you also didn't have to follow me into my room..."
That...that was true. "I uh...okay, I don't have an answer for that. I can leave."
Lydia give Stiles a cold smile. "Are you really going to leave without asking the question you've been dying to ask me?"
"I haven't been dying to ask you anything," Stiles lied. "No questions here for Stiles."
"I can see it on your face," Lydia said.
"Maybe my face just has a naturally interrogatory expression?" he suggested.
"Well your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves," Lydia bit out. That seemed to be the last of her alpha bitch bravado because her shoulders slumped and she suddenly looked very tired. "The answer is I have no clue how I ended up finding that body. I didn't even know where I was until I got out of the car."
A fugue state. They had seen that before. "The last time this had happened..."
"I know," Lydia said, shaking his head. "Derek's uncle."
"Peter." Stiles didn't know how to respond to that. Peter had just left him before Lydia found the dead body, but what would be the point of killing some kid? It didn't make sense.
Stiles left to let Lydia get some rest, intending on meeting up with everybody in the woods. A phone call from Melissa McCall dashed that incredibly stupid plan and he found himself heading towards the hospital instead. Tonight was the longest night ever.
Stiles knew the hospital like the back of his hand, unfortunately, so it didn't take him long to find Melissa. "Hey, Mrs. McCall."
"Hey. Over here," she said, grabbing Stiles' arm and leading him down the hall. "And I swear to god if you tell anybody I showed you this I will kill you painfully and slowly."
She led Stiles into the morgue (ugh just being in here made him feel queasy) and led him to the body he had seen at the pool earlier. "Why do you want to show me a body I've already seen?"
"Because you haven't seen everything," Melissa said. "See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means he was strangled with something like a cord, a rope."
That didn't sound right at all. "Okay, wait a second, what kind of werewolf strangles someone? That's not very werewolfy."
"My thoughts exactly," she said. "And then there's this--"
Melissa turned the head of the body, exposing a part where a bit of the skull was completely gone. Now Stiles really wanted to puke. "Oh man, what is that? Brain matter? Yeah that's brain matter."
"See the indentation? He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him," Melissa said, ignoring the fact Stiles looked like he was about to barf. "In fact any one of these things could have killed him, someone seriously wanted this poor kid dead."
"Okay so this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora. They're not in the frame of mind to do all that," he said. "So maybe this is just one murder, maybe this is random coincidence."
Melissa shook her head. "I don't think it was just the one."
"How come?" Stiles asked.
"Because that girl over there? She's got the exact same injuries," Melissa said, walking over to the next sheet covered body and lifting it off.
For a second it felt someone had punched Stiles in the stomach. She looked nothing like she did the last time Stiles had saw her but he still recognized her. Heather. Melissa was talking, but Stiles couldn't process what she was saying. Looking at Heather that pale and cold made him feel sick, but he couldn't look away.
"Stiles? Oh my god, did you know her?" At Stiles' nod Melissa quickly covered the body back up with the sheet. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think."
"I was at her party," Stiles said, wiping tears away from his face. "It was her birthday. Her name was Heather."
He left her. He just left her down in the basement and something happened and now she was dead. How could have he been so stupid? This was Beacon Hills, he shouldn't have left her anywhere alone.
"Okay, we need to call your father because you're a witness," Melissa said. She frowned when Stiles' look of sadness quickly morphed into something else. "Stiles?
Stiles was gone, lost in his own thoughts for a moment. The guy at the pool and Heather had the same injuries. The guy was wearing a purity ring and Heather had been a virgin. That, that could not be coincidence. "Has anybody else been through here tonight? Any other bodies or even anybody missing?"
Melissa looked confused. "Uh no, no bodies but two girls, they brought the first one, Caitlin, in for a tox screen and then I overheard that her girlfriend Emily just disappeared. I mean they were out in the woods and---"
"Nobody's found her yet?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know."
"Okay is the first one here?" Stiles asked. "The other girl?"
"Caitlin?" Melissa said. "I think so."
"Where is she?" Stiles asked, already on the move. "I have to talk to her."
"Why?"
"Because I think I know what's going on."
After speaking to Caitlin, Stiles found himself back in the morgue again, this time with Scott in tow. He got to hear all about the thrilling saga of trapping Cora and Boyd in the high school boiler room with Ms. Blake by accident and how Derek pulled a heroic sacrifice to save her only to turn out to survive it. It sounded like something out of a romance novel. The idea irritated Stiles for reasons unknown, but he was glad Boyd, Ms. Blake and Cora were okay.
He caught Scott up on what happened at the hospital, though the story wasn't half as exciting.
"I'm really sorry about Heather," Scott murmured. "She was a good person."
"She was," Stiles said. "She didn't deserve this."
"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed the guy after all?" Scott asked.
"You're gonna wish they did," Stiles said.
"Why?"
"I'm not exactly sure yet. The other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather, the guy Lydia found in the pool. All three were virgins." It had been hard confirming that with Caitlin, but Stiles was determined to solve these murders. He owed it to Heather. "They're all gonna have the same three injuries. Strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called a three form death."
Scott look confused. "So if these aren't random killings then what are they?"
"Sacrifices," Stiles said. "Human sacrifices."
Virgin sacrifices. So Stiles might've been screwed here. In the bad way.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x03 "Fireflies". NFB and, sure, if you want to call him then that's fine]
"We're alive," Scott said. "That's the good news. Kind of pales in comparison to the bad news."
"Oh god, what?"
"Erica's dead."
"Shit." Stiles knew Isaac hadn't been wrong about that, but he still wished it hadn't been true. He had liked Erica. She hadn't done anything to deserve a death like that. "How's Boyd?"
"Uh...that's the other half of the bad news," Scott said. "He and Cora escaped the vault and now they're feral and running around Beacon Hills. Me, Derek and Isaac are trying to track them now."
"What, back up, who's Cora?" Stiles asked. "The girl in the vault's name is Cora?"
"Dude, that's a whole thing I can't even get into over the phone." Scott might put off getting into that at all if possible. He had remembered the drama over Stiles not telling Derek about Laura.
"Okay, well, I'm heading to the public pool. Lydia found a dead body there, don't ask me how," Stiles said. "It might've been Cora and Boyd."
"They might have been able to get there in time if they're juiced up on the moon," Scott said. "Call me after you've checked it out."
"Got it." Stiles hung up and stopped the jeep outside the public pool. Lydia was waiting for him when he stepped into the pool area and she was most definitely not dressed to swim. How the hell did she even end up here?
"I'm okay," Lydia said once she saw Stiles. She pointed at the lifeguard chair. "That right there? Not okay."
Stiles turned to see a boy around his own age slumped over in the chair. Blood pooled around him and Stiles could see that his throat had been cut open. "I'll call my dad."
"I already called 911."
Stiles whipped around to look back at Lydia. "You called the police before you called me?"
"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia asked.
"YES!" Stiles shouted, getting out his phone and dialing Scott. They didn't have much time before the police got here. "Scott, dead guy's covered in blood, it was probably them."
"Are you sure?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, throat ripped out, blood everywhere, it's like the freaking Shining," Stiles said. "If two little girls come out of the woods and ask me to play with them forever and ever I'm not gonna be surprised."
"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?"
"Make sure it was them?" Stiles asked. "Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?"
"Please just do it."
Stiles groaned and moved closer to the body. Yep, it was a dead guy. Covered in blood. Throat cut. Just like he said, Scott. Though upon further inspection, he did notice the guy was sporting a purity ring on his hand. Poor guy. Died a virgin.
Sirens rang out in the distance and Stiles had to cut his call short because he could not let his father see him here.
"You didn't have to follow me home," Lydia said, tossing her coat over her vanity chair before sitting down on her bed.
Yes, Stiles really did have to follow her home. There were two feral werewolves out, he told her that, of course he was going to follow her home. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "I had a police escort."
"I know the inner workings of that force, they're not as reliable as you would think." They didn't hold up against kanimas very well.
"Well you also didn't have to follow me into my room..."
That...that was true. "I uh...okay, I don't have an answer for that. I can leave."
Lydia give Stiles a cold smile. "Are you really going to leave without asking the question you've been dying to ask me?"
"I haven't been dying to ask you anything," Stiles lied. "No questions here for Stiles."
"I can see it on your face," Lydia said.
"Maybe my face just has a naturally interrogatory expression?" he suggested.
"Well your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves," Lydia bit out. That seemed to be the last of her alpha bitch bravado because her shoulders slumped and she suddenly looked very tired. "The answer is I have no clue how I ended up finding that body. I didn't even know where I was until I got out of the car."
A fugue state. They had seen that before. "The last time this had happened..."
"I know," Lydia said, shaking his head. "Derek's uncle."
"Peter." Stiles didn't know how to respond to that. Peter had just left him before Lydia found the dead body, but what would be the point of killing some kid? It didn't make sense.
Stiles left to let Lydia get some rest, intending on meeting up with everybody in the woods. A phone call from Melissa McCall dashed that incredibly stupid plan and he found himself heading towards the hospital instead. Tonight was the longest night ever.
Stiles knew the hospital like the back of his hand, unfortunately, so it didn't take him long to find Melissa. "Hey, Mrs. McCall."
"Hey. Over here," she said, grabbing Stiles' arm and leading him down the hall. "And I swear to god if you tell anybody I showed you this I will kill you painfully and slowly."
She led Stiles into the morgue (ugh just being in here made him feel queasy) and led him to the body he had seen at the pool earlier. "Why do you want to show me a body I've already seen?"
"Because you haven't seen everything," Melissa said. "See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means he was strangled with something like a cord, a rope."
That didn't sound right at all. "Okay, wait a second, what kind of werewolf strangles someone? That's not very werewolfy."
"My thoughts exactly," she said. "And then there's this--"
Melissa turned the head of the body, exposing a part where a bit of the skull was completely gone. Now Stiles really wanted to puke. "Oh man, what is that? Brain matter? Yeah that's brain matter."
"See the indentation? He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him," Melissa said, ignoring the fact Stiles looked like he was about to barf. "In fact any one of these things could have killed him, someone seriously wanted this poor kid dead."
"Okay so this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora. They're not in the frame of mind to do all that," he said. "So maybe this is just one murder, maybe this is random coincidence."
Melissa shook her head. "I don't think it was just the one."
"How come?" Stiles asked.
"Because that girl over there? She's got the exact same injuries," Melissa said, walking over to the next sheet covered body and lifting it off.
For a second it felt someone had punched Stiles in the stomach. She looked nothing like she did the last time Stiles had saw her but he still recognized her. Heather. Melissa was talking, but Stiles couldn't process what she was saying. Looking at Heather that pale and cold made him feel sick, but he couldn't look away.
"Stiles? Oh my god, did you know her?" At Stiles' nod Melissa quickly covered the body back up with the sheet. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think."
"I was at her party," Stiles said, wiping tears away from his face. "It was her birthday. Her name was Heather."
He left her. He just left her down in the basement and something happened and now she was dead. How could have he been so stupid? This was Beacon Hills, he shouldn't have left her anywhere alone.
"Okay, we need to call your father because you're a witness," Melissa said. She frowned when Stiles' look of sadness quickly morphed into something else. "Stiles?
Stiles was gone, lost in his own thoughts for a moment. The guy at the pool and Heather had the same injuries. The guy was wearing a purity ring and Heather had been a virgin. That, that could not be coincidence. "Has anybody else been through here tonight? Any other bodies or even anybody missing?"
Melissa looked confused. "Uh no, no bodies but two girls, they brought the first one, Caitlin, in for a tox screen and then I overheard that her girlfriend Emily just disappeared. I mean they were out in the woods and---"
"Nobody's found her yet?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know."
"Okay is the first one here?" Stiles asked. "The other girl?"
"Caitlin?" Melissa said. "I think so."
"Where is she?" Stiles asked, already on the move. "I have to talk to her."
"Why?"
"Because I think I know what's going on."
After speaking to Caitlin, Stiles found himself back in the morgue again, this time with Scott in tow. He got to hear all about the thrilling saga of trapping Cora and Boyd in the high school boiler room with Ms. Blake by accident and how Derek pulled a heroic sacrifice to save her only to turn out to survive it. It sounded like something out of a romance novel. The idea irritated Stiles for reasons unknown, but he was glad Boyd, Ms. Blake and Cora were okay.
He caught Scott up on what happened at the hospital, though the story wasn't half as exciting.
"I'm really sorry about Heather," Scott murmured. "She was a good person."
"She was," Stiles said. "She didn't deserve this."
"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed the guy after all?" Scott asked.
"You're gonna wish they did," Stiles said.
"Why?"
"I'm not exactly sure yet. The other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather, the guy Lydia found in the pool. All three were virgins." It had been hard confirming that with Caitlin, but Stiles was determined to solve these murders. He owed it to Heather. "They're all gonna have the same three injuries. Strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called a three form death."
Scott look confused. "So if these aren't random killings then what are they?"
"Sacrifices," Stiles said. "Human sacrifices."
Virgin sacrifices. So Stiles might've been screwed here. In the bad way.
[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x03 "Fireflies". NFB and, sure, if you want to call him then that's fine]