𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒
I know that I changed, that was the point

"SO, the Walcotts were the first, at least the first that we know about," Stiles began, taping up various photos with red tape. "Four murders: Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute. Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a Claymore mine. Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's Lake House. And got decapitated outside his car." He continued, attaching a photo of Demarco's dead body on the board, "And then last night, twenty-three year old Carrie Hudson."

"It's a deadpool," Alex announced as Stiles' father watching them all in slight confusion—he couldn't seem to be able to fully comprehend the fact that there was a hit list with his son's friends on it. He was undoubtedly concerned for their safety and well-being, but he had no idea what to do about it. "A hit lit of supernatural creatures," she pulled out the printed version of the deadpool, handing it to Stilinski. "This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded." She then said, "I cost sixty million."

Stilinski's tired eyes scanned over it, glancing up at them. "Who found this list?"

"Lydia," Stiles piped in, knowing that it was because she was a Banshee. Kira had explained to them that Lydia heard Allison's name on an old record player in her Grandmother's room; telling her what the cipher key was.

"How?"

"She wrote it," Stiles corrected, his father still struggling to understand the entirety of the supernatural world and their current situation. "Actually, she transcribed it. Without realizing it."

"Banshee?"

"Banshee."

"Beautiful," the Sheriff mumbled, his eyes raking over the numbers by the names. "All right, what are these numbers next to the names?"

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

"Wait," Stilinski interjected, his brow furrowed. "You mean, like a...like a key word?"

"It was actually a name," Alex corrected, shifting her weight uncomfortable as the rest of them fell silent in remembrance of their fallen friend. "Allison."

"Her name broke a third of the list."     

"And uh, we think there's two other cipher keys," Scott spoke up, knowing for a fact that there were indeed two other names left for them to crack. Another two sets of the deadpool full of names of the people that possibly had already met, or have yet to meet.

"Which will give us the rest of the names," Stilinski nodded his head. "Okay, so, how do we get the cipher keys?"     

"The same way we got the code."     

"Lydia," Alex added, knowing that Lydia had spent countless hours up at the Lake House. She was the only one that could find them. And it was vital that she did—without it, innocent people were going to die. "She's been at the Lake House all weekend, trying to find the other two key words."     

"You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie, hmm?" The Sheriff questioned, beginning to sift through the crime scene photos of their dead bodies. The three teens answered his question clearly with their silence. "And what about these other two names on the list? Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves, too?"     

"We don't know." Scott shrugged his shoulders. "But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here."     

"Here being Beacon Hills?" Stilinski inquired, quirking a brow. "Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under thirty-thousand."     

"And dropping," Stiles added, all of their heads snapping in his direction.     

The Sheriff shot his son a pointed look before he continued, "But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to five-hundred thousand." He sighed, shaking his head. "Look, how many werewolves, banshees vampires, Kitsunes, and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?"     

Alex cleared her throat, causing all attention to be on her, "Not to brag or anything, but I can assure you that I'll be the only vampire running around Beacon Hills for a while."     

Stiles nodded in agreement, but Scott clapped his hand on her lower back and said, "Not helping, Alex."

Stilinski ignored them. "And what happens if the next cipher key uncovers not — not thirteen names, but a hundred?"     

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

Scott pointed down toward the numbers on the paper, "because of the numbers."     

"We think that once we decode the rest of the names, the numbers will add up to two hundred and seventeen," Alec  explained, knowing that it was the exact amount Peter had possessed in bearer bonds. The same amount of money that had been stolen from him. It was being used as a form of payment for whoever wanted to kill innocent people for money.     

Glancing toward the blondeStilinski asked, "Two hundred and seventeen what?"     

"Million."     

Stiles took the printed out deadpool and retrieved a pen. He began to write down either a "k" for thousand or a "M" for million, to show that the prices all varied in worth. While the Walcotts, Demarco, Carrie, Kayleen, and Ellias all received a "k", Alex, Scott, Lydia, Kira, and Derek got an uppercase "M". While his son continued down the list, Stilinski rose from his chair and took position beside his son, watching what he wrote down.     

"A hundred and ninety-seven million dollars, Dad. Stolen from Derek's family vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."     

"Someone who really wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead," Scott said.     

There were huge red targets painted on their backs, now. They wouldn't be able to go anywhere, not even school, without fearing that their lives were in danger at they sat in class learning Pre-Cal.     

"So the coded list goes out—and somehow these professional assassins get that list," Stilinski began. "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."     

Stiles nodded, his caramel eyes soon wandering down to the pile of gruesome photos lying on his father's desk. Filtering through them till he found the one of Carrie. "Carrie was also stabbed."     

There was an octagonal shape around the stab wound, embedded deep into her flesh—to the broke where it almost cut through. That added in another weapon — another killer — the shape was irregular. Any average knife or blade wouldn't have left that sort of shape behind.     

Alex reached forward, pushing Stiles' hand aside. "What's that mark?"     

"We're not sure yet," Stilinski announced, all of them gazing down at the picture. "We're still waiting on the M.E.'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," Scott explained.     

"Ah," Stilinski grimaced at the detail. "So whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco."     

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, it was someone at the party."     

"A student," Scott said, making their fear skyrocket. Someone who walked the same hallways as them everyday was out for their blood — hell, they could even know this person, have them in a class or bumped into them in the hallway. Not even realizing that they were literally a foot away from their potential killer.     

Everything was hanging in the balance.

"MALIA?"

Alex walked up to Malia, anxious and scared on how she was gonna react, but she had to tell her. She was going tell her earlier, but she didn't know how to, but with this Deadpool, she really had to tell her. She knew for a fact that if she costed 60 million, then Malia will cost around just as much due to her also being a Mikaelson.

"Yes?" The brunette turned to the blonde, her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she smelt her anxiety. "What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you but I don't know how to tell you, and I'm scared on how you'll react," Alex blurted out, her heart feeling as if it was going to burst out of her chest. "I'm afraid that you'll go on a killing spree, so maybe I shouldn't tell you, but I should. Like, it's your right to know who the fuck you are and what you are, and—"

"Alex!" She shut my mouth as Malia shouted at her. "What the fuck is wrong? Tell me."

"You're my sister!" Alex blurted out and then everything went completely quite. "Malia?" She asked meekly.

"No." She shook her head in denial. "I can't be your sister. I killed my own sister, my little sister. I killed my own mother. There is no way that I can—"

Alex cut her off as she stepped forward, touched her head, and they were both pulled into the originals memories from a thousand years ago. She showed her every memory she had of Malia as a baby growing up along side her twin brother, Kol. She even showed her the memory of her talking to Esther so that she would believe her.

As she pulled back, they both panted, seemingly out of breath.

Alex looked up at Malia to see her with her eyes closed. "Malia?" The brunette fell to the floor, teat drops falling from her eyes one after another. "Malia." She bent down and pulled her into her embrace. "You needed to know. You had to know."

"Th-thank you," Malia cried out, burying her head into her chest.

"I'm sorry," Alex whispered, kissing the top of her head. "You had to know just in case the assassin's came for you."

ALEX walked out of the school after having the heartfelt moment with Malia who went with Lydia to help with the deadpool.

Liam's voice filled her ears, "I just wanted to say... Have a good game." She looked over to where he stood in front of the competition that the lacrosse team will be going against.

The boy who Liam was directly talking to, laughed. "That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car." He spat at Liam which made Alex angry. She curled her hands into fists. How dare he talk to her beta like that!?

Liam spoke through clenched teeth, "I paid for it."

"Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's gonna be all your fault," the boy spat which made Alex growl protectively.

"Oh, shit," she heard Scott curse as she marched up to the boy, pushing him back with so much force that he hit the bus, making a dent.

She growled, snarling at him. "Ever threaten Liam like that again, I'll make you cut out your own tongue and eat it," she threatened. "Or better yet, I'll rip out your bloody heart."

He looked up at her, clearly frightened. She tilted her head maliciously, daring him to say another word as stepped closer to him which made him cower back. She whispered, "you touch my beta or harm him in any way, shape, or form, you will be the one in half out there on that field." He gulped. "Do you understand me, asshat?" He nodded. "Answer me!" She demanded.

"Y...yes." He stuttered out which made her smirk in happiness.

"Okay," she beamed, "good luck out there." She then made my way to Scott and Stiles who were pushing Liam into the school. She grabbed them and sped them all the way to the boys locker room, and they pushed Liam into the shower, held him against the wall, and turned on the water.

"Okay, are you calm yet?" Stiles questioned, as Liam shot forward again.

"Liam, you need to calm down!" Alex shouted, trying to get through to the boy. When he pushed free again, she slammed him back harder.

At that point, all of them were soaking, Alex's hair sticking to her face as she restrained the boy.

"Okay, okay!" Liam finally cried out as they moved him back for the last time. The three juniors let go of the freshman in unison, the boy falling to the floor on the other side of the shower while Stiles stumbled back.

"That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's," Alec stated, sitting down beside Liam, taking his hand in her's.

"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?" She asked, looking at her beta.

Liam turned to the blonde, "I got a couple of red cards." She rose an eyebrow which made him sigh, "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?"

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder," Liam muttered, ashamed.

"I.E.D?" Stiles asked, perplexed. "You're literally an I.E.D? That's great," he spoke sarcastically, and then pointed to Alex, "That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb."

"I have it," the original admitted, glaring at Stiles then turned to Liam, "I just learned to control it over the years, though, it does show through sometimes." She ran a hand through his wet hair. "Since you don't have it under control, yet, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting or something, anything."

"No, no!" He shoved her hand off of him and stood up. "I can do this." He looked at her as Stiles helped the girl up. "Especially if you're there."

The blonde shook her head, placing her hand on his shoulder, "But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on the team."

Liam scrunched up his face in confusion, "Who's Demarco?"

Scott was the one that answered him, "The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?" He sighed, "We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco."

At Liam's face, Alex questioned, "Liam? What, you know something?"

Liam looked up at her. "I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it."

ALEX bursted into the locker room, seeing Garrett's girlfriend, Violet, over Brett, trying to cut his head off with a thermo-cut wire. She sped up behind her and snapped her neck.

She didn't care if she was only a sixteen year old, she didn't care if she has family members that will mourn her, she didn't even care what the others will think, all she wanted to do was protect her kind — werewolves.

She was a killer and she was going to continue to kill if she stayed alive.

Scott ran into the room and his mouth hung open in shock. Alex stepped towards him, frowning. "I had to do it, Scott. She was going to continue to kill."

"I... I..." He took in a deep breath. "I know but you need to stop killing everyone," he told her before pulling her into an embrace. "You're my sister now, and you need to do what I would do."

She looked up at him. "You can't change my nature, Scott. I've been killing for a little over a thousand years, now. It's probably going to take just as long to get me to stop." She pursed her lips. "I will kill for the people I love, Scott. I will always protect my family no matter what. Always and Forever."