Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES RUSHES INTO THE HOSPITAL. Before he can even speak, Melissa hurries out from behind the reception desk to grab him.
"Over here. And if you tell anyone I showed you this, I swear to God I'll kill you slowly and painfully."
"Why do you want me to see a body I've already seen?"
Melissa sighs upset, "Because you didn't see everything."
The two make their way to the hospital morgue. The sheet covering the young man from the Public Pool is slowly pulled back. Melissa motions for Stiles to take a closer look.
"See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means he was strangled with something like rope or cord."
"Wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? That's not very werewolfy."
Melissa nods, "Exactly what I thought. And then there's this..."
She gently lifts the young man's head.
Stiles gags, "Oh my God, what is that? Is that brain matter? Oh God, it is."
"See the indentation?
"In a second I'm going to see my dinner all over the floor."
Melissa rolls her eyes, "Stiles, look. This kid was hit in the back of the head. Hard enough to kill him. In fact, any one of these things could've killed him. Somebody seriously wanted this poor kid dead."
Stiles sighs shaking his head, "Then this can't be Boyd or Cora. They wouldn't do all that. Maybe it's just one murder. Like random coincidence."
"I don't think it's just one."
"How come?"
"Because that girl over there..." Melissa nods to the next table on which a second covered body lies, "She has the same exact injuries."
Stiles hesitantly follows Melissa to the second body and watches her gently lift the sheet from the girl's face.
"The M-E said this one wasn't just strangled. Whoever did it used a garrote. Like a stick you put through the rope and twist around and... Stiles?"
She notices the look of shock on him. He takes a faltering step back.
"Oh my God, did you know her?"
He nods and she quickly covers the body again.
"I'm sorry--I didn't know."
Even covered, he can't take his eyes off the body. He speaks softly, each word an effort, "Um I was--I was at her party. It was a birthday party. Her name's Heather."
"We should call your father. You're a witness."
But Stiles doesn't respond as the shock falls away to realization. He turns back to the body of the young man. He gets a flashback to the ring on the guy's finger. One word inscribed on it... PURITY.
