Stiles, Will, and Scott stood in the Sheriffs office with James and Noah after Lydia told the three boys about the dead pool.

"So, the Walcott's were the first. At least the first that we know about. 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." Stiles said.

"Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house. And got decapitated outside his car." Scott added and the two men nodded, understanding the boys words so far.

"And then last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson." Will said as Stiles let out a small 'hmph', nodding. "It's a dead pool. A hit list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded."

James' brows rose, shocked slightly. "Who found this list?" The man asked, looking from the list in Stiles' hands to his son who quickly answered. "Lydia." The Sheriffs brows furrowed as he shook his head. "How?"

"She transcribed it. Without realizing it." Will said, shrugging as if it were nothing. James sighed, looking up from the evidence photos to his son. "Banshee?"

Will smiled, nodding almost proudly. "Banshee." He clarified, making James sigh, looking back down at the photos. "Beautiful." The man muttered before his eyes traveled back to the deadpool in Stiles' hands from across the desk, his brows almost instantly furrowing in confusion.

"All right, but what are these little... numbers next to the names?" He asked, pointing at the paper crazily, looking up at the three teens.

Stiles sighed, holding his hands up slightly as if to say 'wait'. "We're getting to that. First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key."

The Sheriffs face scrunched, waving his arm around as he looked at his son. "Wait. You mean, like a... Like a key word?" Stiles pulled his lips into a line, swaying as he looked to the ground. "It's actually a name." He mutter. Will gulped, turning to James and Noah. "Allison."

James and Noah's faces fell, both of them nodding their heads as Scott continued. "Her name broke a third of the list. And now we think there's two other cipher keys which will give us the rest of the names."

James nodded, his arms crossing over his chest. "Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys?" Will shrugged, looking to Scott and Stiles beside him before turning back to his dad. "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."

James nodded before remembering the boys bringing up other names on the list. "And what about these other two names on the list?" He asked, leaning over the Sheriffs desk, snatching the paper out of Stiles' hand, making Stiles' jaw drop. "Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?" James asked and Scott shrugged.

"I don't know. But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here." James' face immediately fell at Scott's words as Noah spoke exactly what he was thinking. "Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000."

"And dropping." Stiles interjected before Will elbowed him. The Sheriff gave his son a warning look before continuing. "If we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to 500,000."

James, noticing the three boys' slightly scared looks from Noah's yelling, took a small step forward, catching their attention. "How many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?"

Noah nodded with the man, pointing at him while he looked at the teens with crazily wide eyes. "And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?"

Will gave the man a reassuring smile, shaking his head. "We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit." Will said as Stiles snatched the deadpool back from James, making the man glare at him.

Stiles gave the man an awkward smile before he leaned down against the desk, writing numbers followed by Ks or Ms next to the names on the list as he spoke. "We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117."

"117 what?" James asked as Stiles finished writing, raising the paper high as if it were a reward before Will snatched it out of Stiles' hands, making the Stilinski boy look at him with wide eyes. "Million." Will said before Stiles took the paper back from him, turning to the dads again.

"117 million dollars, Dad. Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders." Stiles said, tapping the paper before handing it to the men.

"Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills dead." Scott said, making the Sheriff sigh. "So the coded list goes out. And somehow these professional assassins get that list." The man asked and James, who kept his eyes on the deadpool, nodded his head towards the man. "And a cipher key."

Noah rolled his eyes, looking at the young deputy before looking back at the paper with him. "And the cipher key." He muttered.

Wills eyes traveled down to the files on the Sheriffs desk and his brows furrowed slightly at a cut on Carrie. "What's this mark?" He asked, pointing at a small hexagon cut in the evidence photo, a line going through the middle.

"We're not sure yet. We're waiting on the ME's report." The Sheriff said, sighing and shaking his head as James' face started to scrunch in confusion at his own question coming to his mind.

"There's one other thing I don't get." James said, looking down at a file, making the four turn to him. "How did this new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house?"

Will clicked his tongue as he smiled, nodding his head. "Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash." James' eyebrows raised, his arms crossing over his chest as he looked at his son. "And how do you know that?"

Wills eyes went wide, realizing his mistake. Not knowing what to do, an awkward laugh passed his lips as he nodded, taking a step back so Stiles and Scott were between him and his dad. "Ah. I'm shutting up now."

Stiles looked back at Will, pursing his lips before turning back to the two fathers. "So whoever ordered that keg killed Demarco." Scott nodded in agreement with the Stilinski boy, smiling at the two men. "Yeah. Someone at the party. A student."

...

"Economic disparity exists in all forms." Coach yelled, hitting Greenbergs lacrosse stick that he had taken on his desk, making all the students minus Stiles jump; the Stilinski boy too prioritized on the evidence photos taken after all the werewolves deaths.

"Well, take sports, for example. Some teams have better training facilities. Some have better equipment." Coach said as Wills eyes drifted to Stiles in the seat beside him. His eyes went wide at Carrie's murder photos sitting on Stiles' desk as if it was his math homework. "Dude! Put the murder photos away!" Will whisper yelled, not as quiet as he had hoped he would be.

Coach, hearing Will, rose a single brow and slowly walked towards them as he continued his lesson. "Unlike Beacon Hills that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together."

When he reached Stiles, he put a hand on the boy shoulder, leaning down so only him and Will could hear him. "You know, Stilinski, if I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A plus student."

Stiles pulled his lips into a smile, a small huff escaping his lips as he tilted his head, not looking up from the pages. "Thanks, Coach."

Coach nodded sarcastically before hitting the lacrosse stick against Stiles' desk aggressively. "Put those pictures away!"

Stiles' eyes went wide and as the teacher went to walk back towards his desk. Stiles grabbed the man's lacrosse stick, making Coach stumble slightly from Stiles pulling him back. "Stilinski!"

Stiles looked at the end of the stick with wide eyes before looking down at the markings on Carrie, the same hexagon figure. Stiles slowly turned to Will who had the same wide eyed look as him.

"The hell is wrong with you?" Coach yelled, ripping the stick out of the boys hands before sighing, pointing at him. "Don't answer that."

Stiles slid down his seat slightly as the Coach walked back to his desk. Once Stiles knew the mans attention was off of him, he turned to Will. "It's a lacrosse player." Stiles said, turning to Will who slowly took a look around the room, around ten lacrosse players in the room besides him and Stiles. "The killer's on the team."

...

"This... This is pointless. I mean, most of the team plays with their own gear." Will said as he, Stiles, Scott and Kira sat in Coach's office, Stiles and Will sneaking in and dragging Scott and Kira with them to tel them about the new information.

Kira shrugged at Wills words as she looked around the group. "Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?"

Will let out a small snicker at her words. The Saticoy boy rolled his eyes, leaning back into Coaches desk, he and Stiles' shoulders brushing. "Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Have you met Coach?Plus, the game's the best way to catch him in the act."

Stiles turned to Will, titling his head slowly. "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, looking at Scott and Kira for his last sentence.

"Or Liam. We don't have the whole list and he could be on it." Scott said, shutting Will up as he continued. "We don't know anything about that list. How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?"

Will shrugged his shoulders, leaning towards Stiles slightly as he looked at Scott with a confused look. "So that's it? They just know about everyone?"

The four sat in silence after his words. When Scott sighed, the other three turned to him. He slowly looked up, looking at Kira before turning to Stiles and Will, nodding. "I think Kira's right. I think we should stop the game."

Will shook his head, turning to Stiles with an "Are they even listening to me?" look before turning back to Scott. "Again. How are we gonna do that?"

Scott shrugged at the boy. "I'm not afraid." Kira nodded, standing up straighter as she gave Will a small smile. "Neither am I."

Stiles looked back and forth between the three before throwing his hands in the air, pushing himself off the desk, making Will stumble to the side slightly since he was leaning against Stiles.

"Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list." Stiles yelled before turning to Will, making his eyes go wide at how quickly Stiles turned around to look at him. "Will, are you terrified?"

Will opened and closed his mouth at the sudden question. He sighed in defeat, nodding his head as he turned to look at the ground. "Yeah... A little."

Scott looked at the two boys slightly annoyed, shaking his head. "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?"

...

"You're telling me there's no way to get Steph out here... like now?" Stiles asked as he and Will walked to their next class. Will rolled his eyes, shaking his head as a small laugh passed his lips. "First of all, just because she's in Paris, doesn't mean she doesn't go to school. That's like... all she complains about now. And two, her and Isaac are coming to stay here the whole summer."

Stiles groaned at his words, stopping their steps once they reached the outside, looking at Will sadly. "Does Isaac have to come? I mean, it's summer. I don't want to see him with a freaking scarf on in 90 degree heat."

Will snickered at Stiles' words, shaking his head. "I think he's gonna bring the scarfs just to make you mad."

"I paid for it." A familiar voice growled and the two boys left their conversation and froze at Liams angered voice, turning toward a crowd on the curb of the school, Liam in the middle of it, standing in front of a boy that had just gotten off the bus from Devenford.

"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 said to Liam and Stiles and Wills faces fell.

"Oh, shit." Will mumbled before her and Stiles ran towards the crowd, heading straight for Liam.

"Hey, what's going on prep students?" Stiles laughed out awkwardly, pushing himself between Liam and the boy. Will quickly caught Liam from Stiles pushing him, wrapping his arms around Liams shoulders and getting him out of the crowd.

"We're gonna steal him really quick." Will said as he passed Mason, not even giving time for the boy to answer, continuing to push Liam towards Scott who had just arrived to the scene.

"All right, see you on the field." Will could faintly hear Stiles yell before footsteps came towards Will and Liam. Stiles popped up on the other side of Liam, pulling him towards Scott.

"Go. Go. Go!" Will whisper yelled once they got to the alpha. Scott immediately headed for the locker rooms, making sure to clear way for the three boys behind him.

As soon as the boys got the locker rooms, Will let go of Liam, letting Scott and Stiles take him towards the showers while he made sure the locker room was empty.

When he finished checking the locker rooms, he ran towards the showers to find Scott and Stiles pinning Liam under a running shower; Liams fangs and claws out.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Scott asked only for Liam to look up at him, roaring in his face.

"That's a no!" Will yelled and Stiles and Scott pushed the boy further into the wall, until Liam finally started going back to normal, shaking his head. "Okay! Okay!"

Scott and Stiles let go of Liam, the freshman dropping to the ground tiredly.

Scott looked at the beta with raised brows, tilting his head at him. "That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's." Liam sighed, looking down defeatedly. "He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?" Will asked and Liam shook his head nonchalantly. "I got a couple of red cards." Stiles raised his brows at Liam, crossing his arms and leaning back against the shower walls. "Just a couple?"

Liam looked up to glare at the boy, making Will smack Stiles' arm. "You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?" Scott asked. Liam rolled his eyes shaking his head, not meeting any of the boys' eyes. "Nothing. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" Will asked, watching the younger boy sadly. Liam looked down at the floor in embarrassment. "Intermittent Explosive Disorder." He mumbled.

Stiles' eyes nearly popped out of his head, pushing himself off the shower wall in shock. "I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great." He said to himself before turning to Scott, sending him a thumbs up. "Gives you powers to a walking time bomb."

Will, who was standing behind Stiles, kicked him in the back of the knee, making Stiles fall slightly. When the Stilinksi boy turned to look at Will, the boy was already looking at Liam. "Did they give you anything for it?"

Liam looked at Will for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. "Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic."

Stiles snickered, leaning back into the wall again beside Will, bringing his hand up to his face to cover his laugh. "Oh, this just gets better."

Will, without turning to Stiles, hit his shoulder against his, muttering a "Shut up! Don't say that." to him.

"But I don't take it." Liam said and Stiles' eyes went sarcastically wide. "Obviously." He muttered, making Will turn to him with a glare. "Do we need to put you in the hall again?! You did this with Isaac too."

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired." Liam defended as Stiles mimicked zipping his mouth shut and throwing the key.

Scott sighed at Liams words, feeling conflicted. "Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting." Scott said, shaking his head but Liams eyes went wide, shooting off the ground.

"No! I can do this. Especially if you're there." Liam said, looking up at Scott. Scott smiled at the boy, grateful at his words before he shook his head.

"But, Liam, It's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team." Scott said and Liams eyes went wide. "Who's Demarco?" He asked, looking up at the boys as he dried his hair with the towel.

"The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?" Stiles snarked, Scott sent Stiles a small glare before turning back to Liam. "We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco."

Will watched as Liams face fell as his eyes traveled to the ground. His brows furrowed, taking a step towards him. "Liam?" Will asked, making Scott and Stiles turn to the freshman.

"What, you know something?" Will asked, taking a step towards the freshman. Liam looked up at Will, shaking his head as he bit his lip.

"I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it." Liam said, making Wills jaw drop, turning to Scott and Stiles.

"Wait we could've said that? I know who ordered the keg." Will said before shaking his head, scoffing at the thought of Garrett. "That little shit."

...

"How do you think this is gonna turn out?" Stiles asked as he and Will sat on the bench just on the edge of the lacrosse field, the boys putting on their gloves before the game, neither of them taking their eyes off the field.

"Tragically." Will answered almost immediately, making Stiles nod in agreement. "Okay, so we're on the same page."

Stiles, hearing a small thumping noise from beside him, turned back to Will, immediately noticing the boy drumming his fingers against his leg.

"You okay?" Stiles asked, looking at Wills fingers to his eyes. Will suddenly stopped drumming, looking at Stiles with slightly pursed lips as he shrugged. "Little nervous."

Stiles looked at Will for a few seconds, a lopsided smile growing on his face as he gently hit his shoulder against his. "Hey, we got this."

Will let out a relieved laugh, nodding his head. "Yeah we do." The two boys sat in silence, staring at each other with small smiles before Stiles suddenly chuckled, looking down and shaking his head.

Wills brows furrowed at him as Stiles looked in front of him, sighing to stop himself from his small fit of laughter before turning back to Will. "Kinda weird how I'm the one calming you down."

Will chuckled with Stiles before he playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, maybe you should kiss me this time."

The two boys fell silent at Wills words. Will slowly let his head drop in embarrassment, making Stiles chuckle. Will shook his head at the laughter coming from the boy, putting his elbows on his knees so he could use his hands to cover his face.

"Can we forget I said that?" Will asked, his words muffled from his hands covering his face. Stiles, still laughing, shook his head, placing a hand on Wills back and rubbing it.

"No, we won't." Stiles laughed out quietly, patting Wills back before his eyes fell on someone just passed the boy and he perked up, removing his hand from the boy. "Hey James, is my dad on his way?"

James walked towards the boys, pursing his lips and looking down at his phone. "Last I heard from him, he's leaving the station and is heading over. You boys sure this is a good plan?" James said before grabbing both boys' shoulders, shaking them.

Stiles' lips formed a frown as he dryly shook his head as Will finally took his face out of his hands to look up at his dad, shaking his head as well. "Nope." "Not at all." The two boys replied, making James sigh, removing his hand from Stiles as he patted Wills back, looking down at him. "Great. Just don't tell your mother."

Will scoffed out a laugh, looking from his father to the field. "Wasn't planning on it."

James sighed, nodding his head and walking away, whispering an "Atta boy" loud enough for Will to hear as he walked back to his seat.

Coach blew his whistle, calling all the players on the team as he clapped his hands together as if to tell them to speed it up. "Let's go! Let's go, come on!"

As Stiles and Will got off the bench, they watched Scott try to convince Coach to have Liam not play when suddenly, Brett screamed.

"Hey, Liam! Think fast!"

Brett launched a lacrosse ball towards Liam and not even looking at it, Liam caught the ball, making Will and Stiles freeze.

"Oh no..." Will mumbled as Coach blew his whistle again. Stiles sighed, patting Wills back as he ran towards his spot on the field. "Good luck."

Will nodded to the boy even though he couldn't see him. "Yeah, you too!" He yelled out. As Will watched Stiles' retreating figure, he sighed, shaking his head disappointedly as he put on his helmet.

"Yeah, maybe you should kiss me this time. God! I cant believe I said that!" Will grumbled to himself as he ran to his spot in goal as Coach continued to cheer. "There you go, Liam! Liam! Stilinski! Saticoy! McCall!"

As he ran towards the goal, Will passed Scott and Will quickly stuck his arm out to stop him. "Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?"

Scott sighed, tilting his head. "Because it probably will. Want us to call up Steph? Ask if she's going... you know... purple?" Will scoffed, looking back to watch Liam who physically angry. "I think she would've been on a flight here by now if she was."

Scott sighed, almost resembling a groan as he lifted Will, walking towards his spot on the field.

Will jogged towards the goal and once he was properly in position, he turned to the referee, nodding his head to say he was ready and the referee nodded, blowing his whistle and the game started.

...

Beacon Hills was losing.

They would've done a lot worse it Will wasn't in goal.

Will watched as the ball went back and forth between Beacon Hills and Devenford before Brett caught the ball and ran for Will in the goal. Will quickly got in position as Brett got closer and closer to him.

And when Brett threw the ball, Will caught it.

"There we go, Saticoy! Now get over here!"  Coach yelled. Will was taken aback by the yelling but obliged nonetheless. When he got to the Coach, the man nodded his head towards the middle of the field.

"Get on the field. Greenberg will take goal." Coach demanded and Wills face fell, thinking he did something wrong. "But I caught the ball, Coach." The boy defended, pointing at his spot at goal.

Coach made a repeating "tsk." noise with  his tongue, shaking his head. "No. I'm not taking you off goal because aim disappointed. I'm taking you off goal because I need someone good on the team. Your friends, who are relatively good at this sport, are sucking."

Will looked at Coach with uncertainty, his nose scrubbing slightly. "Are you sur-" "Kid, just do what I say and get on the damn field." Coach interrupted the boy. Will, not wanting to anger the man, nodded, putting in his helmet and running to Greenbergs spot. "Got it."

Coach laughed happily, pointing at Will with his clipboard. "See? Team player!"

Once Will and Greenberg were in their new spots, the referee blew his whistle. Will ran after the random Devenford boy with the ball when a huffing and growling Liam passed him.

"Liam!" Will yelled, going to run after him as the freshman boy ran towards Brett and Garrett.

A hand on Wills wrist stopped him from running towards the boys. He looked back and saw Stiles who looked at him worriedly, shaking his head.

Will turned back to the direction Liam ran in and watched as he, Brett and Garrett ran into each other, Liam and Brett falling to the ground in pain.

"Shit!" Liam yelled, he and Stiles running towards Liam, Scott trailing behind them. Will bent down beside Liam, looking at him carefully. "Are you hurt?"

Liam shook his head, making Will nod, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "How hard did you hit him?" Will asked, looking at Liam with wide eyes. Liam let out a low growl at Will's words, shaking his head. "I didn't. He hit me."

Liam lifted up his sleeve, revealing his arm, the bone bent out of place, making Will and Stiles gasp, Will bringing his fist to his mouth. Oh! I don't think an arm should bend that way."

Scott sighed, pushing passed Stiles and Will to get to Liam. He grabbed the freshman's arms, looking at him reassuringly. "Close your eyes."

As soon as Liam's eyes shut, Scott pushed hood bone back into place, making Stiles and Will cringe. Once Liam was starting to catch his breath, Scott looked sound the boy, checking for injuries. "Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?"

Liam shook his head as Coach and a few Devenford kids cried Brett to the locker rooms. "No, no. I'm okay."

"Then he missed." Will said, making Liam and Scott whip their heads to him as Stiles covered the boys mouth; Liam looking at Will with scared eyes while Scott looked at him with a glare that screamed "Shut up!".

"What do you mean?" Liam asked but Stiles kept his hand over Will's mouth, making Liam turn to Scott. "What does he mean?"

Scott sighed, knowing he was stuck saying the truth. "It's you, Liam. You're the one he's after."

Gah!" Stiles screamed, ripping his hand away from Will, making Scott and Liam turn to him. Stiles looked at his hand before slowly looking up at Will. "Did you... lick my hand?"

Will childishly stuck his tongue out Stiles, making the Stilinski boy lightly slap his face away from him. Will pushed Stiles back by his shoulders playfully as the referee called all the players back to the benches.

When Will got to his bag, he saw a message from Lydia.

We got more of the list :)

Will quickly opened the image she had sent with the text. He read the names going down the list, recognizing Noshikos name before a name caught his eye and he froze. Brett.

Will looked around the field, his eyes falling on Liam and he quickly ran towards him. He put his hand on the freshman's shoulder, startling him slightly before he calmed when he realized it was Will.

"Hey, hey. What's Brett's last name?" Will asked and Liams brows furrowed at the question, answering nonetheless. "Uh... Talbot. Why?" Liam asked and Wills eyes shut, exhaling before shaking his head, tightening his grip on Liams shoulders. "Then we've got a big problem. Come on." He said, leading the freshman to Scott, Kira and Stiles who sat on the bench.

"Guys." Will announced, catching the threes attention as he continued. "Lydia just broke another third of the list." Will said and Liam turned to him with wide eyes, not knowing that what he was talking about. "Am I on it?"

Will scoffed slightly, turning to him and shaking his head. "No. But someone else is." He said before showing the group the phone. BRETT TALBOT right in the middle of the list.

—here's a VERY long chapter

WILL TELLING STILES TO KISS HIM-

this chapter may have had a lot of spelling/grammar errors so... SORRY🏃‍♀️ IM LITERALLY WRITING IN THE CAR