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Chapter Fifty-Seven
💰 Perishable 💰

"It's not just that she could still be alive-" Sawyer said as she, Stiles, Lydia, Anakin and Stilinski walked into his office, "It's that she would've had to fake her death." Lydia finished, making Stilinski raise his eyebrows at her. "Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death?" Stilinski asked and the three of them nodded. 

"Definitely." 

"Maybe." 

"Possibly." 

"Oh, I'm guessing you got a story to back this up?" Stilinski sighed, "She might be helping the Benefactor..." Lydia trailed off and Stiles and Sawyer nodded. "Or is the Benefactor..." They both said, making Stilinski nod, "That sounds like a story worth hearing." He said then shut the door but opened it after a few minutes of talking. 

"Anybody seen Parrish?" He asked, glancing around, "Haigh?" He asked making Haigh look up slightly wide eyed. 'Haven't seen him." He said, shaking his head while Sawyer looked at him wearily before Stilinski nodded and shut the door. 

Lydia was about to say something but Sawyer glanced out the window of the office and her eyes widened. "Holy shit..." She mumbled, making everyone follow her gaze to see Parrish, covered head to toe in black smudges, charged at Haigh, as Haigh shot at him a couple times. "Hey! HEY!" Stilinski yelled, rushing out of the office with his gun drawn. 

Parrish punched Haigh causing him to accidentally pull the trigger, shooting Stilinski in the shoulder making Lydia scream. Both Sawyer and Stiles rushed over to their father before glancing over at Parrish while Anakin stood back with Lydia. 

He was on top of Haigh as he kept punching him over and over before slowly stopping and sitting up breathing heavily. 

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Stiles, Sawyer and Anakin stood next to their father's Hospital bed as Dr. Vanderberg walked in and sighed softly, handing Stilinski some paperwork. "All right, Mr. Stilinski..." He started but the twins cut him off, "Sheriff." They corrected, making Dr. Vanderberg look at them and nod slightly. 

"Sheriff Stilinski. I've got you scheduled for surgery first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, it's going to take a little digging to get that slug out of your shoulder." He said and Stilinski nodded while looking through the papers, "Yeah, it's fine. One more- what's this part here? This line?" He asked making Dr. Vanderberg walk over. 

"Patient Responsibility. Parts of the procedure and hospital stay not covered by insurance." Dr. Vanderberg said, making the twins look up, "Are those big parts? Expensive parts?" Stilinski asked while Dr. Vanderberg shook his head slightly. "That's between you and your insurance, unfortunately. You should start feeling the morphine in a minute. Try to get some rest, Mr- Sheriff." He said before walking out. 

It was quiet for a moment until Stilinski looked up at his kids, "Hey, stop that. I was just curious about the terminology. We're not in any kind of dire straits." Stilinski said and they sighed, "We know about the bills, Dad. We know about the collectors calling about Eichen House. We know about the advance from the department, about the credit cards..." Stiles said. 

"Are you two going through my stuff?" Stilinski asked and Sawyer raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, we go through all your stuff! Especially when you keep things from us." She said. "I keep things from you because you don't need to know everything." Stilinski said and the twins looked at him crazy, "Yes, we do! We have to know everything. How the hell else are we supposed to take care of you?" Stiles asked. 

"You're not supposed to take care of me! I'm the dad- you're the kids. You get it? Dad. Kids. I take care of the two of you." Stilinski said, making the twins sigh and sit down next to each other. "We're supposed to take care of each other" They both muttered, making Stilinski sigh. 

"Hey, we're going to be alright." He said making them look up at him, "How do you know, Dad?" Sawyer asked. "I don't... But, the morphine's kicking in... I'm not all that worried about anything right now..." Stilinski said, laying his head back before closing his eyes. 

Stiles and Sawher glanced at each other before comfortingly grabbing each other's hands while Anakin laid his head on Sawyer's knees. 

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"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asked as he looked at Parrish's hands with a conflicted look, "It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia said as she came up to stand next to Sawyer and Anakin. "They should be gone." Derek said and Parrish looked at him crazy, "I was set on fire! All of me should be gone." He said. 

"Not if you're like us." Scott said making Parrish look at him confused, "Like you?" He asked. "I don't think he's like us." Derek said, shaking his head and Saying sighed. "Then what is he? The voices aren't telling me anything." She asked looking over at Derek who shrugged and shook his head, "Sorry, but I have no idea." 

"But you knew about Jackson and Kira." Scott said and Derek sighed, "This is a little out of my experience. There might be something in the bestiary- did you try Argent?" Derek said and Scott sighed and shook his head, "I don't know where he is." 

"Okay, hold on- what's a bestiary Actually, that's not even my first question. Just... Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Sawyer and Lydia?" Parrish asked, making them look at him confused, "Are you all psychic?" Parrish asked, making Derek look at him crazy while Sawyer chuckled as she glanced at Lydia. 

"Not exactly." 

"Okay then what are you?" He asked and they all looked at Scott and nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to reveal his ruby-red eyes. 

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"What's a Kanima?" Parrish asked, sitting on the couch next to Anakin,  making Sawyer chuckle and look at Scott. "We'll get back to that. Just know that everyone like us- everyone with some kind of supernatural ability, is on the Deadpool." Scott explained, while sitting down on the arm of the couch. 

"But I don't even know what I am." 

"I'm pretty sure they don't care." Derek said, making Parrish look over at him, "How many professional assassins are we talking about?" Parrish asked and Lydia sighed. "We're starting to lose count." She said and Sawyer nodded slightly. 

"But is it still just professionals?" Scott asked and Parrish slightly shook his head, "I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance." Parrish said, looking at each of them making Sawyer sigh and run a hand through her hair. "That means anyone with the Deadpool could take a chance." She said glancing at all of them. 

"But if Haigh had it, then who else does? How easy is it to get this thing now?" 

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"Meredith was only at my grandmother's lakehouse once... But I think once was enough." Lydia said as she sat down next to Sawyer and Anakin on the bed. "How did your grandmother know her?" Derek asked and Lydia looked at him and shook her head. 

"She didn't. She found her. Because of another woman named Maddy." She said, showing Sawyer a picture of two women, "The woman she loved." She continued, standing up to hand the picture to Scott. "I never met her, but I saw her name everywhere. She used to be part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies in the lake house from all the regattas she'd won." 

"How did she die?" Parrish asked. 

"How's not the story... It's what happened right before. My grandmother, Lorraine, used to work in San Francisco for IBM." She explained then started to walk back and forth. "She was there on a weekend, catching up on work. She started hearing this sound, like rain. But, when she looked out the windows..All she saw was blue sky." 

"But she kept hearing the rain?" Scott asked and Lydia nodded slightly, "And it just kept getting louder. Rain and thunder, cracking like gunshots in her head... so loud, she finally just... screamed." 

"Like a Banshee." Sawyer said and Lydia glanced at her and nodded, "She called Maddy, who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake... But Maddy said that the sun was shining there, too... So, Lorraine didn't say anything." Lydia explained.

"There was an accident?" Parrish asked. 

"It took them four days to find Maddy's body... and then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists- like the Ph.D in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find. None of it worked. So then, she started going to more extreme occult- things like mediums and psychics, all of them failures... Until she found Meredith. They found her in Eichen House... this fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study... and they almost killed her. She was hospitalized for over a year. She... never really recovered." 

"My grandmother drove her insane. I drove her to suicide. And all she ever wanted to do was help. My grandmother created the code for the Deadpool. They think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place. She left me this message in the same code." Lydia said, sliding over a piece of paper. 

"But she didn't leave a cipher key, did she?" Scott asked and Lydia sighed and shook her head. 

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"Try 'Maddy'. It's got to be Maddy." Stiles said as he stood behind Sawyer and Lydia who sat at his desk. "Maddy feels a little obvious as a cipher key." Sawyer said and Stiles shook his head, "I guarantee it's Maddy." He said and Lydia sighed before typing in MADDY. She pressed enter and all that came up was "Error" making Stiles pursed his lips. 

"Okay, your name. She left the code for you, right? So, it's got to be your name." Stiles said and Lydia started typing in her name. Error. "Your mom's name?" Stiles asked and Lydia typed in her mom's name which also came up as error. 

"Do you have any beloved family pets?" Stiles asked making Lydia pinch the bridge of her nose while Sawyer leaned her head on the back of the chair and groaned. "The ashes were left for you. The code was left for you. You're supposed to be able to figure this out." Stiles said, making Lydia sigh. 

"But no one else is... which is why she made it hard." Lydia said and Sawyer squinted in annoyance before turning to her brother as his printer beeped for the hundredth time. "That printer is gonna go out the window in .2 seconds if you don't turn it off." She said making Stiles instantly walk over and grab a stack of paper, shoving it into the printer. 

Sawyer looked at Lydia for a minute before furrowing her brows slightly, "You... "No one else." No one else but you..." She trailed off, making Lydia look at her confused, "What?" She asked making Sawyer sit up. "Our guesses- they're all about Lorraine. We keep trying to guess a word that has something to do with her. So, maybe we should be trying to guess one that's about you." Saw said and Stiles caught on to what she was saying. 

"Me? What about me?" 

"What do you remember doing with your grandmother? You know, what was you guys', like, special thing? Did you go to the beach? You know, did you like ice cream, or...?" Stiles trailed off and Lydia pursed her lips, "We read." She said and Stiles and Sawyer nodded. 

"Okay. What did you read?" Sawyer asked, "The Little Mermaid." Lydia said, making the twins squint slightly. "You read that movie?" They both asked, "It was a book first. Hans Christian Andersen." Lydia said. "Type it in. Little Mermaid." Stiles said and Lydia sighed before typing it in. ERROR. She tried Mermaid next but that also came up as ERROR. 

"We read it every night. I got so obsessed with it, for three months I wouldn't respond to anything but Ariel. It drove my parents crazy, but... Grandma thought it was adorable." Lydia said then started trying in Ariel. 

She pressed enter and names started popping up. But none of them had numbers next to them like the other lists. "You recognize any of these?" Stiles asked and Lydia shook her head, "Just my grandmother." She said. 

Stiles looked over at his printer which had been printing things and pulled out one of the papers. "Guys? We need to call Scott." Stiles said and handed his sister the paper. Sawyer's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she read it over, it was the deadpool but it was different. Liam was now worth eighteen million instead of three, but that wasn't it. 

Derek wasn't on the list anymore. 

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"Well, it's not another Deadpool- more like an Already-Dead-pool." Parrish said as Sawyer, Lydia and Stiles looked over his shoulders at the laptop. "All of them? All dead?" Sawyer asked and Parrish nodded. "Within the last ten years. All suicides, and all at the same place-" Parrish said and Stiles sighed, "Eichen House." 

"Lydia, Eichen House isn't a library. You need a warrant to get files from there." Stiles said and Lydia sighed, "My grandmother left me a list of ten suicides, including her own. There's got to be a reason why. Is there anyone there who's willing to help us?" She asked and realization crossed over Stiles's face. 

"No... But there might be someone willing to take a bribe..." 

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"A thousand." Brunski said, making the three of them scoff, "A thousand dollars? To use one little key to open one little file room? Are you out of your mind?" Stiles asked, looking at Brunski crazy and he just smirked. "When you get the keys, you make the price." 

"Right. You actually think we have that kind of money?" Sawyer asked and Brunski shook his head slightly, "I know you don't- if you did, Daddy Sheriff would have paid the bill by now. That's why I'm talking to her." He said looking over at Lydia. 

Lydia sighed before pulling out her wallet and pulled out some money. "I have five hundred." Lydia said before dropping the money onto the desk. Brunski smiled and leaned back to pull out a mixtape before flipping it around and putting it back into the player making them look at him weird. 

Sawyer furrowed her brows slightly as all she could hear from the tape was a bunch of incoherent whispers. Brunski turned back around, grabbing the money, giving it a quick sniff before grabbing the keys, "Follow me." 

Brunski led them to the records room as Sawyer had a protective hold on Lydia's arms. "Good?" He asked and Sawyer nodded, "Yeah. We can help ourselves." She said and he smirked before standing at the doorway. 

"Uh, Lydia, you got the list?" Stiles asked as he and Sawyer both kept an eye on Brunski while Lydia pulled the list out. "Lydia, why did you write two more names on here?" Stiles asked, making Lydia look at him confused, "I didn't write anything..." 

"This is your handwriting." 

"Why would I write another name?" 

"Why would you write ours?" Stiles asked, handing Lydia the paper to show she had written Sawyer's and Stiles's name. "It was the tapes, wasn't it?" Brunski asked making them spin around, the second he did he grabbed Sawyer's shoulder, pressing a taser to her back, making her cry out in pain before falling to the ground. 

Stiles went to grab his sister but Brunski pressed a taser to his chest making him fall to the ground next to Sawyer. Brunski laughed sinisterly, cracking his neck before turning to Lydia, "Your turn, sweetheart." 

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Sawyer sighed slightly as Lydia screamed for help. The three of them had been restrained to one of the metal beams in the middle of the room. "Lydia, there's a lot of people screaming for help in a place like this. I don't think anyone's listening." Sawyer said as she turned her head towards Lydia. 

"Well, I'm open to better ideas... Because, if you didn't notice, all of those suicides were murders." Lydia said and Sawyer sighed, leaning her head back against the beam. "That's why she left you the message..." She mumbled and Lydia nodded slightly, "She predicted her own death. She knew I'd figure it out-" 

"Once you were able to predict your own." Brunski cut her off as he walked back into the room, making Sawyer try to discreetly pull against her restraints. "But they weren't murders. I'm not some serial killer like Ted Bundy, going around cutting up college girls." Brunski said, crouching down in front of Lydia. 

"No, you're just an Angel of Death." 

"I don't think you understand my level of commitment to my work here, Stiles. There are people here who don't simply need treatment- they need release. I helped them. I helped Lorraine." Brunski said, making Sawyer grab Lydia's hand the best she could, "You killed her." Lydia said as her and Sawyer's fingers wrapped around each other. 

"I helped her. And now, you can help me... Because there is something about it that's always bothered me." Brunski said before holding out a tape that had "Lorraine Martin" written on it. "Brunski, you are a sick son of a bitch..." Sawyer said and Brunski just smirked before putting the tape into the player. 

"What are you...? Brunski, what are you doing?" 

"Don't worry, Lorraine... It's going to be all right... You're just going to have a little trouble breathing..." 

"Hey. Lydia. Lydia look at me. Don't listen." Sawyer said softly, making Lydia turn her head towards her, "Okay? Don't listen to it. Just focus on my voice, Lyds. Don't listen to it- block it out. Okay? You can do it." Sawyer said as she slightly pulled on her restraints. "Hey, turn it off!" Stiles yelled and Brunski gritted his teeth before punching Stiles. 

"Hey!" Sawyer yelled while Brunski grabbed Lydia's face. "Then listen... Just listen. I need your help with this, Lydia." 

"Please, don't..." 

"Here it is- the part I never understood. Listen." 

"Please... don't hurt her..." 

"Don't hurt who?" 

"Ariel..." 

Lydia gripped onto Sawyer's fingers as a tear ran down her face before Brunski stood up, grabbing something off the shelf. "We get a lot of teenagers trying to break into our drug cabinets...' He said, making them look over at him. 'Most of the time, they don't succeed... But you three look pretty clever to me." He said as the three of them tried to fight against their restraints as he stuck a syringe into a bottle. 

"I'll admit, Stiles... I don't have any unusual talents like Lydia or Sawyer. But somehow, I just knew we were gonna get a chance to do this again." Brunski said and started going towards Stiles with the needle before suddenly moving over to Lydia instead. 

Sawyer suddenly kicked her feet out, wrapping them around Brunski's leg before pulling his leg out from underneath him. Sawyer managed to slip her hands out of her restraints as Brunski got back up. She went to get up but Brunski quickly grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the metal beam. 

"Sawyer!" Lydia and Stiles both yelled as Brunski lifted the syringe up to Sawyer's neck but she wrapped her hand around his wrist, trying to push it away from her. "Drop it!" Parrish suddenly yelled, pointing a gun at Brunski, "Drop the needle and slowly back away." Parrish demanded and Brunski slowly turned to him. "Young deputy... You're just a kid. I bet you've never even fired." Brunski said before Sawyer's eyes clouded over. 

All of the sudden Brunski groaned in pain, grabbing the side of his head as all he could hear was loud, incoherent whispers. "Shoot him already!" Sawyer yelled as she slightly pushed Brunski away from her, making Parrish pull the trigger, making him let go of Sawyer's throat and fall to the ground. 

Instantly, Parrish went over and started getting Stiles and Lydia out of their restraints while Sawyer leaned against the piller, rubbing her neck as she breathed heavily. "He-He killed my grandmother. He was controlling Meredith." Lydia said as Parrish got her restraints off. 

"He used her to create the Deadpool-" 

"And killed her when she tried to help us." Sawyer said as she helped Lydia up before Brunski suddenly coughed up blood and laughed. "You think it was me? That I was controlling her? Idiots... She was controlling me." He choked out making realization cross over Lydia's features, "Oh, God... It's not him. He's not the Benefactor." 

"No." Someone said, making them look over to see Meredith walk into the room, "And... he wasn't on my list. But he was a bad person."