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"Oh, I remember you. Zella, right?"

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THE POLICE WERE TAKING PHOTOS OF THE CRIME SCENE THAT INVOLVED SEAN WALCOTT. As he was now the last family member of the Walcott family to have been found murdered. Up on the roof of the hospital Noah Stilinski was leading the case.

"Hey, let's get everyone off the roof and see if you can stall the M.E. for five minutes. I've got an expert of my own coming to take a look." Noah told Deputy Parrish.

"You have an expert on teenage cannibals?" Jordan questioned, seemingly skeptical.

"Five minutes, Parrish." Noah pleaded.

Doing what he was asked he gathered the other officers and they left. Seeing everyone gone Noah turned around to be met with Derek Hale standing on the roof with him. "Uh, I guess you've been there long enough to hear we need to be quick about this. Scott said he called himself a wendigo."

"Cannibalistic shape–shifter, but I haven't heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time. Must have been well hidden." Derek explained, then started looking around on the roof.

"How many people did Scott say were up here?" he questioned, walking towards the edge of the building.

"Just Sean and the axe–murderer who apparently has no mouth. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Noah asked, but Derek was looking over the edge of the hospital and he saw blood going off the edge of the building.

"There was someone else, someone young, and male." Derek said to the sheriff. "You can smell his fear?" Noah asked the man. Turning to him, "And his blood." Derek elaborated.

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In the McCall House, Scott had called his best friend Stiles telling him to come over quickly. Walking in Stiles was explaining everything to Scott. "Like I said, I told my dad everything I could."

"But you couldn't tell him about Liam," Scott said back to the spastic boy. "You barely told me about Liam. What did you do with him anyway?" Stiles asked, walking along with Scott.

"He's upstairs." Scott said vaguely. "Doing what?" Stiles questioned.

Thinking about it for a minute, Scott finally said "Lying down." Stiles on the other hand found something off about Scott's statement.

Next thing you know, they were in Scott's bathroom looking down at a duct tape Liam. Stiles was disappointed and closed the shower curtain, while Liam was practically begging to be let go.

Now in Scott's room sitting on his bed, Stiles asked "So you bit him." Scott simply replied with a "Yeah".

"And you kidnapped him." Stiles asked, looking straight ahead. "Yeah," Scott answered again.

"And you brought him here." Scott finally looked at Stiles, "I panicked."

"Yup, this isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?" Stiles questioned.

Liam, hearing that statement, whined more in the bathroom.

"As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans, your plans suck." Stiles told the boy next to him. "I know, which is why I called you. So, what do we do?" Scott asked.

Now Liam was sitting right in front of them while duct taped down to a chair in Scott's room.

"Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly it stays off, got it?" Stiles said, pointing at the freshman.

Liam peered at the two boys from his Lacrosse team at school and nodded his head signaling 'yes' to Stiles questions.

After seeing that he would comply Stiles took the tape off of Liam's mouth. "Okay, Liam, now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight and more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight, do you understand?" Stiles asked the boy.

"Not really," was all Liam said back.

"Good, that's good." Stiles said. "I don't understand either." Scott said, thinking about it. "Maybe you should tell him." Stiles suggested.

"Tell me what?" Liam questioned. "Liam... what happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, it's going to change you." Scott explained.

"Unless it kills you." Stiles added, being very nonchalant on how he stated the news. "Shouldn't have said that." Stiles said, as he realized it just said that out loud.

"What?" Liam asked, as tears started to form in his eyes. "Uh–oh. Oh–oh. Is he... Is he crying?" Stiles asked, looking down at the boy.

Getting down on one knee to Liam's height, Scott explained "Liam, it's okay. You're going to be alright. You're not going to die." But Stiles of course had to come in and ruin it, "Probably not."

"Stop it," Scott told his friend "Okay, possibly not." Stiles said, making the situation much worse than it already was.

"Would you just help me untie him?" Scott asked, then Stiles nodded and they both ripped the duct tape off of Liam.

Liam on the other hand, had his head down. "Liam? Are you okay?" Scott asked genuinely. "We're sorry about that. We're really sorry." Stiles said, as he watched the boy stand up and turn around. Next thing you know Liam bashed them over the head with the chair.

"Liam, what the hell is your–" Stiles was about to ask but was interrupted when Liam punched him in the face. And then ran out of the room, as he was about to make it down the stairs he realized he didn't have any shoes on.

Making their way out of the room, Stiles and Scott ran at him and they all tumbled down the stairs.

Liam, using their brief tackle as a distraction, ran out of the front door as the other two tried grabbing his foot. Seeing as they didn't get him and Scott's front door was open, Scott said "Your plan sucked too."

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Peter Hale stopped by his nephew's loft looking for him, "Derek you here?" he questioned, but got no response. He was now looking at the case file that was about the axe–murders in Beacon Hills. "Derek!" Peter called out one more time.

While looking at the paper, Peter was suddenly hit with an axe right in the center of his chest. Dropping down to his knees and then falling on the floor, the man with no mouth stepped out of the darkness walking up to Peter.

Standing over him, the man with no mouth listened to Peter say "Derek...".

Typing with the keyboard on his wrist and electronic voice said, "Don't worry Peter, Derek and Zella are next."

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In science class, Lydia was on her laptop looking at a code. Kira, seeing this, asked "These are your math notes?" she asked. "No wonder Malia's failing." she said looking at them load on the strawberry–blonde's computer.

"Um, some of them are my notes. The rest I think might actually be a code." Lydia explained. "But you don't remember writing it?" Kira asked.

"Not in the slightest, but considering my drawings of a tree led us to the nemeton, I should probably figure out what it means before it tries to kill us." Lydia said, thinking about all that has happened before.

"Maybe it's like the enigma code the allies used. Remember my dad was a World War II buff? And my mom was, well...in it." Kira said, looking at the code scans.

"I think it's a variation on something called 'The Vigenere Cipher'."

"Do you know how to crack it?" Kira asked. "With a key." Lydia said in a monotone voice.

Walking into school, Liam was cornered by Stiles and Scott. "We need to talk." Scott said, walking up to the newly bitten boy.

"No, you need to back the hell up, okay? Both of you." Liam said to them.

"Can you just listen for one second, please?" Scott asked.

Nodding his head 'yes', Scott continued "Liam... we're brothers now."

Liam furrowed his brows, "What?"

Stiles was utterly embarrassed in what Scott was about to say next. "What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me." Liam spit back at the older boy.

"The bite... the bite is a gift." Scott continued to say. "Scott, stop. Please stop." Stiles said, walking to stand by him, then pointed at Liam "You, you, we're trying to help you, you little runt."

"By kidnapping me?" Liam accused the two, rhetorically.

"Just to clarify, Scott kidnapped you. Okay, I aided and abetted." Stiles explained getting the term right.

"Liam, I've gone through this before. Somethings happening to you, something big." Scott elaborated. "Nothing is happening to me." Liam said, while taking off the bandage and showing his forearm to the boys, "Nothing." he said then walked off.

Seeing the receding boy, Scott and Stiles looked at each other knowing things have really changed now.

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Stepping into his loft, Derek was met with his uncle having an axe in his chest. Removing it and setting it on the table he walked over to him, "The axe was laced with wolfsbane. I don't know the species, so I'm going to have to burn it out." Derek said, holding up a lighter.

Looking up at him Peter said, "I think I can handle a little fire," Peter sassed. Derek smiled and replaced the lighter with a blow torch. "Ah, hell." Derek began to burn out the wolfsbane while Peter's screams were heard throughout the loft.

Afterwards Peter dropped onto the floor, and Derek, being a good nephew, offered him a hand, which he took to pull himself up.

"He said he was after you and Zella."

Derek was confused because the last time he checked Zella was dead, and he was there when she died. "How does a man with no mouth say anything?" Derek said sarcastically, not trying to focus on the other name Peter had said along with his.

Peter took a black glove off the table that was connected with a keyboard. "With this." and handed it to him.

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Isabella was finally making her way down to the sheriff's station, as she finally arrived she parked her car and walked in. She was met with a front desk clerk saying a deputy would be with her in a minute.

Sitting on the bench, she started to feel a strange sense of deja vu, like she had been here before, when actuality she hadn't. As she closed her eyes to shake the feeling she opened them back up but everything was different.

It was like she was reliving a part of her life, only she didn't remember living it.

She then heard a man talking, she looked to her right and saw the man but he was blurry. All she could really identify was the fact that he had a beard and green eyes that were seemingly blazing into her's.

"I could easily get out of these, you know." the green eyed man said. "And I could materialize out of this station, but yet here I am so you're not that special Derek." the woman huffed.

Isabella knew that voice she knew it as her own, and that's when she realized that it was her body but not her actual mind that was doing the talking. It was her entity, Zella.

She had heard that name several times before, and she finally put the pieces together, that's who the man she was seemingly talking to. That she had dreams about but apparently they were actual conversations that Zella had with him.

Hearing her name being called, she snapped out of the vision and looked forward to seeing a deputy standing in front of her. "Oh, sorry I got lost in a moment there." Isabella said laughing slightly.

"Oh, I remember you. Zella, right?" Deputy Parrish said as he had remembered meeting the girl one time before.

Isabella was confused for a moment not seeing how he knew her nickname, but quickly adjusted remembering that's what her entity went by when she was on earth. "Yeah, that's me but you can actually call me Isabella now, that day I was just feeling a little agitated that's all." She quickly informed the deputy.

"Alright, then. What are you here for?" Parrish asked, a little confused but he moved on.

"I'm just here for my belongings that I didn't pick up before, I was busy the other days." she said, partially lying straight through her teeth.

"Okay, walk with me over here and just sign these papers." Jordan said, walking behind the counter of the police station.

"Okay," she said, then read over the paper he handed her and signed at the bottom.

Returning from the back room, deputy Parrish brought out what looked like a pocket knife, a few rings.

"Thank you, for my things. Have a good rest of your night, deputy." Isabella said as she turned to leave the station.

Derek Hale had just walked in the sheriff station a few moments ago and caught a faint scent that was supposed to be long gone. Looking around the station his eyes finally set on the back of the head that belonged to a brunette haired girl as she was leaving the station. The brunette haired girl, actually being Isabella but he didn't know that.

He watched her leave as he starred at the now blank space she was just in, then he snapped out of it because he was staring at the place too long, then headed towards the sheriff's office.

Setting the glove and keyboard down onto the sheriff's desk, Noah picked it up to inspect it. "I still don't get how this guy has no mouth. How can he eat?" Noah asked.

"Peter didn't get a chance to ask. He was fighting him off with a tomahawk buried in his chest." Derek said, with slight sarcasm in his statement. "Who runs around with a tomahawk?" Noah questioned.

Walking into the sheriff's office Parrish answered, "I carried one for IED removal in Afghanistan. It's military and so is that." Jordan said, walking up to the men pointing at the keyboard glove in Noah's hand.

"Do you know what it's used for?" Derek asked.

"Well, this one looks like it's been modified." Jordan explained.

Looking at Derek, Noah was basically asking if he could share some information with his deputy. Derek nodded 'yes'.

Walking over to close the door, Noah turned back around to say "Show us."

Next thing, Jordan Parrish was typing on the sheriff's laptop trying to locate where the glove was last. "Okay, I think I got an IP address."

"That means we can find him right?" Noah asked. "Definitely, especially if–" Jordan began to say but stopped when the glove started moving.

"What was that?" Derek asked, seeing the same thing.

Jordan looked back at the computer hearing a beep, "I think I found a message."

"Does anyone recognize the handle "Benefactor"?" he asked.

And then another message popped up on the screen, "Money transferred, what does that mean?" Derek asked, looking at the computer.

Standing up straight Noah said, "That means this guy is not just a killer. He's an assassin."

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Lydia Martin was in her family's boat house when she got the urge to play the record player in the upstairs room. As she did she heard voices and saw what looked like people coming out of the wall talking to her.

Outside, Scott McCall was running after Liam seeing as he had accepted the bite and was now fighting for control under the full moon, while trying to get Liam to calm down a flash arrow was shot into the tree above them.

It stunned Liam and he took off running, Scott finally looked up to see Chris Argent was the one who shot the arrow.

Chris walked over to the boy, and offered him a hand to get off the ground.

"How did you know?" Scott asked.

"I got your message and Allison called me." Chris said, smiling at the boy.

Kira went to go find Lydia, and found her in the upstairs room of the house staring at the wall.

"Hey, Lydia? Are you okay?" Kira asked, then looked down to see the record player on.

"What do you hear?"

"The key, the key to break the code." Lydia responded.

Now walking over to the computer, Lydia was going through the code and entered in a name, 'ERICA'.

And watched the code unravel a list of names with numbers beside them.

"What is this?" Kira asked, looking at the computer.

"It's a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It's Deadpool and we're all on it."

"Lydia... look at the last name on the list." Kira said in a whisper.

And Lydia's eyes tracked down to the bottom of her screen to see a name no one would have ever expected to see, because last they knew, she was dead.

The name read : Isabella 'Zella' Black 55

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Recap: In my original book to this story "The entity" I kept Allison and Aiden alive so that means different names will be used to crack the code for the benefactor's hit list.

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