Sarah's POV

"What does she mean that she knows who the Benefactor is?" I say out loud as I pace back and forth, standing in Stiles' room. Lydia was sitting at a desk with her laptop placed on top, trying her best to come up with a password on her own. While she does this, I pace back and forth while Stiles stands behind Lydia, trying to help her.

Stiles looks up at me. "Maybe she doesn't really know. She is in an asylum anyways."

"But she's also a banshee," I say, turning on my heel. "Meaning that she can hear voices, and possibly even the Benefactor."

Lydia's fingers tap across the keyboard, trying a new code, but failing. "She's not going to be any help to us. She already said that she was done helping us."

"She was scared," I say. "There were too many of us in a small room demanding answers. One of us should just go talk to her alone."

Stiles glances up at me. "I'm not sure I like that idea."

"She could do it, Stiles," Lydia says while her bright eyes glance up at Stiles. "Meredith did act like she knew Sarah. Maybe she trusts her."

Stiles shakes his head. "No way. You saw what Meredith was capable of; she made your ears bleed!"

"Just because I'm a banshee," Lydia says. "I doubt Meredith would try and hurt anyone, but even if she did, I'm sure Sarah could protect herself-"

Lydia cuts off at the last phrase, her eyes looking down at the keyboard. She falls silent as Stiles and I stare at her, confused as to what was wrong with her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says quickly. "Just remembered something that an old friend said a lot..."

Stiles gets back onto topic. "As much as I know you can defend yourself, I don't want you going there alone."

"Stiles, we need answers!" I say as my hands extend for emphasis. "If this Benefactor is trying to kill all of my friends including myself, I'm willing to do anything to stop this person, even if that means going back to a mental asylum to get answers."

Stiles sighs, not up for it. "How are you even supposed to get in there again? Brunski sure won't let you in."

I grin. "You see, the thing about foxes, we're good at being quiet."

"You're going to sneak in?"

"Hell yeah."

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Stiles had finally gave in, knowing that we needed answers. He had made an offer that he would at least come with me to Eichen House, but Lydia persuaded him otherwise. She needed him there to help her with the code, and I'm glad that she got him to stay. I needed to do this on my own. Besides, it's not like he won't know if something goes wrong.

I had managed to already sneak past the desk, which honestly wasn't even that hard. The creep that was standing there had left to use the bathroom, which allowed me to easily sneak my way into the hall that we had taken to get to Meredith's room the first time. Of course before I did this, I had grabbed a set of keys from behind the desk, which was easier than I thought would be.

I walk cautiously with every step, taking huge strides so that I could get out of here as soon as possible. The hallway was mysteriously quiet, other than a few fits of laughter that emerged from behind a couple of the doors. I had almost made it out of the hallway when suddenly a pair of fragile hands wrap around the bars of the door, pressing their face against it as far as it would go. It was a girl; one that looked like was totally losing her mind. She wasn't as small as Meredith, but she was pretty close. Her hair was ratted and one of her eyes was pure white, the other being a bright blue.

I jump back slightly from this action, scaring me almost half to death. I was paranoid as much as it is, and for someone to jump closer to me made me almost jump out of my skin. She laughs at me when she sees that she's scared me, showing me her yellow and cracked teeth. A few were even missing.

"Have you seen my eye?" she says while pointing to the white one. "I think I lost it in my blueberry pie."

My eyebrows furrow, confused as to what she was even talking about. "Um, sorry. I don't know-"

"Oh, it must be nearby," she says while scanning the floor. "I can't believe I let it slip by-"

"Stop talking like that," I say, noticing her rhymes.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at me, a smile spreading across her lips. "I don't mean to make you cry. I promise I'm a good guy."

"I can't help you," I say as I begin to turn around, walking away from her. Her rhymes were beginning to creep me out, along with her eye. They didn't even make any sense.

"Bye-Bye!"

I take a deep breath as I turn and see stairs, meaning that I was getting closer. Good thing too, because I felt like I was slowly starting to lose my own damn mind. This place has that type of effect on you. I mean, what do you expect? You're in a mental asylum.

As I make my way up the stairs, I didn't realize what I was planning on asking Meredith. I mean, I knew that I needed to get her to tell me who The Benefactor was, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. I can't just demand it like Lydia had, or else she'll lose it again. I need to take it slow and let her trust me or else I could screw this all up, and I can't screw this up. I can't let anyone else die because of this Benefactor.

I finally reach the third floor as I glance out of the stairwell, not seeing anyone. Thank God too, because I really didn't feel like having to deal with Brunski today. I hated that man with a passion; mostly because he treated Stiles and I like utter shit. If anyone liked that man, then they must be under some type of mind control.

It doesn't take me long to finally reach Meredith's room, causing me to pull out the keys I had stolen and unlock the door. It creeks slightly as I quickly get into the room, shutting the door behind me quickly. I scan the room before I see Meredith sitting there, scanning me with a confused expression.

"What-" she says, cocking her head slightly. "I wasn't expecting any more visitors today."

I sigh as I begin to walk over to the other bed, noticing her hand shove something under her pillow. It was a quick and subtle movement, but it still made me wonder. "Hiding something?"

"I was reading," she says coldly. "I always put my book back under my pillow when I'm done."

I nod my head. "What book was it?"

"Doesn't matter," she says while crossing her legs, leaning closer to me slightly. "What are you doing here again?"

I take a deep breath as I sit on the other bed, staring at her dark eyes. "I...I wanted to know what you meant earlier when you had called me girl on fire."

She raises her eyebrows. "Why do you need to ask. You already know what I meant."

"But how do you know me," I say. "You've never met me before. At least, I don't remember."

She chuckles slightly to herself, pointing towards her head. "I don't need to meet you to know you. The voices told me about you."

Creepy.

"Oh," I say dully. "Wh-What else did they say about me?"

Meredith pauses for a moment, almost as if she's listening to the voices right now. Her eyes goes dull as she stares off into vast space, listening closely. It takes her a couple of seconds before she's back, looking at me like she had exciting news to tell me.

"They said that you're very special," she says, a small smile on her face. "They told me that you...that-"

She cuts off again, her smile wiping clear off of her face. She looks almost frightened as she stares at me with wide eyes, her breathing increasing. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it almost even looked like her face had gotten paler than it was before.

"What, Meredith? What did they say?" I ask, almost desperate to know now.

She shakes her head. "You-You and Stiles are in great danger. The rest of your friends are too, and not just because of the Benefactor."

"What are you talking about Meredith?" I say, but I knew what she was referring too. However, I wanted to know what else they were saying.

She listens again. "The school. The school is where it will happen. I-I can't understand what you're saying!"

Meredith starts to whip her head around like she had earlier, making me grow nervous. "Calm down, Meredith. It's okay-"

"They're saying something," she says softly this time, her body beginning to fall still. "It's a riddle."

Great. Another fucking riddle.

"What is it?" I ask, leaning closer to her. She takes a deep breath, finally calming back down.

"I'm neither fox nor wolf,

nor angel, nor demon.

I am what you fear most,

but we are a lot alike, you'll see.

I might be far away,

but I'll be back again someday.

It might be today or tomorrow,

maybe even twenty years from now.

But one thing is for sure,

in the end, you'll be alone."

I stare at Meredith as she finishes, her eyes dull and lifeless as they stared at the floor. I was out of words to say; not really sure how to respond to this. I've always sucked at riddles, but I knew one thing for sure; and that would be that it scared the hell out of me. Mostly because it came from a banshee; the ones who predict death.

"Can...can you ask the voices what that means?" I say, licking my lips slowly.

Meredith shakes her head. "They're gone."

"Great..." I say, my voice fading. My eyes trail to the floor, knowing that this means she won't tell me who the Benefactor is now either. But I still needed to try. "Meredith, can I ask you something?"

She nods her head, her eyes bright. "Sure."

"Do you know who The Benefactor is?" I say calmly, sitting up slightly. "A lot of people are going to die if you don't tell us."

Meredith shakes her head. "I-I can't tell you. He told me that he'd kill me if I said a word."

"I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you," I say as I lean closer to her. "I promise you that he won't lay a single hand on you."

She continues to shake her head. "I can't-I can't tell-"

"Okay Meredith, I understand," I say, leaning back and taking a deep breath. Meredith closes her eyes before leaning back on her bed, turning so that her back faced me. I guess she was done talking for today. I stand slowly as I glance down at her, licking my lips. "I'll see you later Meredith, okay?"

She mumbled a faint okay before I leave the room, my mind bombarded with what she had told me. Who or what could that even be?

I had a feeling I didn't want to know.

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"How'd it go?" Stiles asks me as I walk back into his room, it now being dark outside.

I shake my head. "She wouldn't tell me."

Stiles and Lydia glance at one another as I plop down onto Stiles' bed, done with today. Hell, I was done with the rest of this year. "At least you tried."

"Trying doesn't cut it," I say, burying my face into the covers. "We need successes."

"I think I got something-" Lydia says suddenly, causing me to lift my face. I watch as she reaches across the keyboard, beginning to type slowly onto the keyboard. I get up quickly as I notice that her eyes are closed, indicating that she must be hearing the code.

Stiles and I lean up against her chair as we stare at the screen, watching the letters dance onto the screen. My heart races in my chest as I watch Lydia type Derek's name, her eyes flashing open suddenly. We all hold our breath as she presses enter, a list of names beginning to flash up onto the screen. Names being my own, my mothers, Liam's, Meredith's, and Malia's.

"Oh my God," Lydia gasps, furrowing her eyebrows. A trembling finger points to the last name on the list, one that I hadn't gotten to read yet. My heart drops into my stomach when I see who it is, it not making any sense.

It read Stiles Stilinski.

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Ruh-ro. This isn't good for the scooby-doo gang in Beacon Hills, is it?

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