I walk in short, but quick steps down the hallway again. I don't stumble as Matt bumps the gun into my right shoulder blade, but instead stare at the back of Stiles' head as my focusing point. Stiles hesitates for only a second as we reach the door of the office and I know he is worried about the fact that his dad is standing in that room.
I follow behind Stiles as both Scott and the Sheriff look up at us. Almost instantly Stiles' dad stands up straight and I see him lock eyes on Matt with the gun. I feel my jaw clench as Matt moves into the room and keeps the gun pointed at me as the Sheriff speaks up, "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."
Matt smirks and finally lowers the gun away from me to the floor, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."
Sheriff Stilinski shakes his head and puts his hands up in a negotiator type of way, "I know you don't wanna hurt people." I have a strong feeling that couldn't be farther from the truth.
"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded," I hold in a gasp of shock as Matt grabs my upper arm and pulls me closer. Thankfully he doesn't aim the gun back at me directly, but I notice it move toward my direction. "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That--that could definitely get someone hurt."
I see Scott's hand quickly slip out his front pocket before he sends me an apologetic look. I try to express through my eyes that this isn't his fault, but I jump in surprise when Matt lifts the gun and points to the desk in front of us, "Phones. Now"
Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff all take their cells out placing them on the desk. I don't move until Matt pushes me forward slightly and I see the gun raise again my peripheral vision. I remove my phone from my pocket and toss it onto the desk. In the movement I see the screen light up showing the 2 missed calls and texts from Derek. Without thinking I reach out to pick it back up, but instead Matt's hand closes around it.
My eyes widen slightly as he looks up from the screen back to me, "I think your boyfriend can wait." He throws the phone back onto the desk before wrapping his hand tightly around my upper arm. A hiss leaves my lips at the pressure of his grip and he lifts the gun, pointing it at the other three. "Let's move. Go, now." I look back to my phone one last time, seeing Derek's name flashing across the screen as he calls once more.
They all start moving out of the room, Matt and me walking behind them. I swear his hand only tightens more as we move down the hallway before we walk into the room with holding cells. Matt hands Stiles a pair of cuffs and nods for the Sherriff to take a seat on the bench. Stiles just stares at Matt with an expression I don't think I've ever seen him have before as he turns and locks the cuffs around his father's wrist and then bench.
"Tighter," Matt smirks when Stiles glares at him even deeper. When he doesn't move to tighten the cuffs Matt lifts the gun and points it directly to my temple.
I blink rapidly, remembering to control my breathing before Stiles gives in and locks the cuffs tighter. Matt seems satisfied and points the gun to the other doorway to gesture for the boys to move. Again, we walk behind the two and I clench my fist lightly as the familiar tingly feeling returns. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on it more, but when Scott stops quickly and stares horrified down another hallway it distracts me. He turns to look back at Matt with shocked disgust, "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?"
Matt momentarily lets go of my arm and I lean forward to see the multiple mutilated bodies of officers lay across the hallway. Matt just laughs lightly, looking in like it's nothing out of the norm, "No, that's what Jackson's for," He shoves Stiles then Scott forward down the hall further before gripping my arm again to follow. He sends me a smirk and suddenly my skin crawls like I'm surrounded by cockroaches, "I just think about killing them, and he does it."
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I stand with my arms crossed, glaring at the boy sitting too comfortably in the chair in front of me. He just smiles as he watches Scott and Stiles destroying any and all evidence that is linked to him and the murders.
I hear the computer bing and Stiles sighs looking up, "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first--whatever that means--I think we're good here, right?" Matt just looks at him silently, tilting his head to the side. "So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."
It's silent for just a second before headlights flash across from through the window. I sigh and let my eyes close briefly as Matt looks to Scott, "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."
I look over to Scott and recognize the panic on his face, "Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."
I cringe at the sound of the front door opening and closing. I inhale deeply, but feel my brows cross in confusion at the familiar feeling inside me. It's not panic or dread, but something, almost, comforting. I blink my eyes open quickly as Matt grabs my arms yanking me across the room to the door, "If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then Abby, and then your mom."
I huff in annoyance, getting pretty tired of being held hostage. It is has been the true night from hell and all I can think is, Matt better hope I don't get my hands on that gun. Scott and Stiles both sigh before walking out of the room to the closed door in front of us. Matt keeps his grip on my arm, "Open it."
Scott tries and fails one last time to persuade him, but Matt only grows more annoyed, "Open. The. Door." I watch as Scott moves forward and my heart begins to race in my chest. Whatever is on the other side of that door, it's not Scott's mom. I watch as the door opens and a gasp of relief leaves my mouth as I see Derek's face before anything else. Scott seems to feel the same way as he gasps out, "Thank god."
But then the twist in my gut knows something is off. I jump when Derek's body suddenly slumps forward and hits the ground. "No!" I rip my arms from Matt's grip and fall to my knees next to the werewolf. I lay my hands on his chest and feel the warmth coming from his body through his shirt. I notice his eyes are moving and that he isn't hurt, but just paralyzed. When I look up I see Jackson step into view in half Kanima form and his eyes flash as he meet Matt's gaze. I look back down and catch Derek's eyes, "Derek-"
I wince in pain as suddenly Matt grabs my arm again and lifts me to my feet. He shoves me behind him before he leans his hands on his knees to lean down. Derek only glares at him from the floor, "This is the one controlling him? This kid?"
I can't the small smirk that ghost my face at his sarcasm. I feel like I haven't heard his voice in ages even though that isn't remotely true. "Tell me about it.." I mutter the words, but know he heard him.
Matt just give Derek a forced smile as he continues to lean on his knees, "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." He then stands and looks up between us. "Oh, yeah, that's-that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas, Sagesse. That one's rare." My face falls at his words. How the hell did he know that? I look between Matt and Jackson, the amount random times I've run into both of them. Was he following me? I grip my fist, feeling like the blood running through my vines just turned to ice. "It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
Stiles give him a soft shrug, "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." I watch as Matt flashes him a sarcastic smile before giving Jackson a nod in his direction. I step forward, knowing what is about to happen, but again a steel grip on my arm stops me. I try to pull away as Jackson's claw cuts the back of Stiles' neck and he drops slowly. Jackson holds his claws out in front of Scott and Matt grips me tightly, both stopping us from helping.
Stiles groans as he falls, "You bitch." I watch as he lands, chest to chest with Derek. In any other circumstance I would laugh my ass off and cherish this moment. But right now, I don't have that luxury.
Derek groans and I can see the annoyance in his eyes grow deeper, "Get him off of me."
Matt laughs down at the two, "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good couple. Better than you and Abby at least." I cringe when he squeezes my arm so tight I wouldn't be surprised if we all heard a crack. I try to pull away, but he only pulls me in close to him so Derek's eyes can fall to mine. I take in the way his eyes soften the slightest as he takes me in, but then at the sound of Matt's voice, they grow dark again.
"It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
I don't think before trying to yank my arm away again, "I think he's still got the upper hand, paralyzed or not."
Matt isn't amused and I let out a noise at the pain radiating at my forearm. Derek lets out a low growl from below "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
Stiles' voice sounds muffled as his face is half pressed into Derek's chest. I feel envious at his position, "Yeah, bitch." I look over to the window at the sound of car tires on gravel.
Jackson also looks over before turning to Matt, "Is that her?" I want in pity as Scott closes his eyes briefly. Matt stands again, letting go of my arm, and looks over to Scott, "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."
Stiles panics from the floor, "Don't trust him!" I look in shock as Matt moves fast, gripping the back of Stiles' shirt before flipping him over. I watch in horror as he presses his foot onto Stiles' chest. "This work better for ya?"
Scott looks at his best friend in panic and nods his head profusely, "Okay, just stop! Stop!"
Matt only stares at Scott, with a dead look in his eyes and pushes his foot down harder. I see a tear fall from Stiles' eye before I rush forward and shove Matt, hard. He moves a few steps away and I see his fiery gaze meet mine. He raises the gun, aiming at me again. "Then do what I tell you to!"
"Okay, okay. Just stop." Scott tries to move over to me, but Matt just scoffs and shakes his head. He looks over to Jackson before nodding to the two paralyzed on the floor, "You, take 'em in there." Then he turns to me and Scott, gesturing to the hallway that leads to the front door with the gun, "You two, with me."
I want to argue, but I can see the mask on Matt's face slowly slipping. It's almost like any sort of reality he knew is slowly losing to the one he's created where we can do whatever he wants. I slowly move forward and follow Scott, turning to meet Derek's gaze a final time. I stop when Matt puts his arm out in front of me, allowing Scott to move forward towards his mom standing in the front of the building.
His mom looks up suddenly, her eyes focusing on her son in front of her. She places a hand to her chest in surprise, "You scared me, where is every--"
Matt pulls me with him as he moves closer, gun pointed up at Scott's back. Scott feels him approach and by the fear in Melissa's eyes I know she sees him now, "Mom, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."
Matt smirks with a sigh, "He's right..." I jump when the gun goes off, followed by Melissa's scream, and I try to blink away the ringing in my ears from my close proximity. "But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." I gasp when my eyes refocus and I see the blood pooling from Scott's abdomen. I hear the yells of the Sheriff come from down the hall, "Scott! Stiles! Abby!" I just stare while Scott slowly falls down the wall, holding his hand against his stomach. Even knowing the bullet couldn't kill him, it made me chest hurt at the site. "What happened?!"
His mom tries to rush forward, Matt only raises the gun to her and yells, "Back, get back!" I shake my head at her quickly from behind him. Knowing how far gone he is, the last thing I want his him hurting Scott's mom. As she meets my eyes, I want to comfort the pure look of terror in hers.
Scott gasps, still holding his wound, "Mom, do it. Please, mom."
Matt turns to Scott before Sheriff Stilinski yells again from the back, "Matt? Matt, listen to me--"
I wince when Matt lifts the gun, pointing between all of us, "Shut--shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!" I grow more fearful, he is truly losing it. In the beginning I was hopeful we would get out of here without one of us dead. Now, that hope has diminished quickly. "Now, get up, or I shoot her next!" Matt points the gun to Scott's mom again, but Scott rises to his feet.
We all move back down the hall to the holding cell and Matt forces her into into, "Please, he needs to see a doctor."
Matt doesn't turn as he says at Melissa almost sarcastically, "You think so?"
I watch as Scott leans against the wall while Matt is focused on locking the door. I look at the wound and wave my hands nervously, "What do I do?" I let my voice come out quietly before I, almost instinctively, place my hands onto Scott's arm. I inhale slowly and watch as faint purple lines spread up my arms as I do. I don't look away, just stare at the blood seeping Scott's shirt. Then I notice his body slack slightly and he lets out a sigh of what sounds like relief. I groan at the sharp, burning pain in my stomach. Right in the spot Scott's shot is. I'm taking away some of his pain.
At the sound coming from my lips, Matt turns and sees us. He takes a step forward before I see his eyes focus on my arms. When my concentration breaks, the purple veins disappear. Matt blinks away his shock before he marches forward, grabbing the back of my neck tightly. I gasp in pain and move as he pulls me away. Scott growls as the Sheriff stand and move as close as he can in anger, "Hey, hey, you listen to me!"
I raise my hands, trying to hide the pain from my expression, "It's okay, it's okay!"
I look over and want to cry at the desperation in Melissa's voice as she stares at her son, "Please, let me-let me just take a look at him, okay?" I can't imagine the fear she must have as a mother, thinking she is watching her son all but die. "I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."
My heart stutters when Matt blinks at her, with an amazed looked on his face, "They have no idea, do they?"
I look to Scott with panic, not sure if the next few words from Matt are about to spill every secret we've all been helping him keep since I met him. His mom only begs more, "Please. Let me just take a quick look. I-"
Matt moves closer to the locked cell door and holds the gun back to Scott's direction, "Shut-shut-shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."
It's silent for a moment, but the tension in the room is so thick it makes me want to gag. Scott's mom finally takes a deep breath, hand placed to her chest and nods, "Okay. Okay."
Matt turns around, pointing the gun back to the hallway again, "Back to the front, McCall." Scott only looks to me with worry, but Matt reaches over. This time, he places an arm across my neck, keeping my back to his front. I wince as he lifts the gun, holding it to my temple, "Don't worry, Abby is gonna see this all through. Right, Abby?" I don't say a word and just continue to look Scott in the eyes. He seems to understand before nodding at me. Matt nods to the doorway again, "After you."
When we get back to the office, he shoves Scott in with the gun to his back. Scott stumbles slightly before stopping and turning around," Let her go. The evidence is gone. Why don't you just let us all go?"
I hear a low growl and notice Derek's eyes locked onto Matt's arm around my neck. I give him a look, hoping to let him know I'm okay. Matt only shakes him head in aspiration, "You--you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book."
I see the pages of foreign language flash in my mind before a breathe out, "The bestiary."
I reach up and grab Matt's arm as it tightens around my neck slightly, ""That's right, and not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
Scott looks panicked and I can tell he is trying to keep himself from moving towards us. I glance down to his stomach, relieved to know he is at least healing slowly, "I don't have it. It's Gerard's...what do you want it for, anyway?"
Matt's voice comes slightly more panicked as he grinds out, "I need answers," My body goes to the side as he tosses me away. I drop to the floor in surprise from the movement before looking up as he lifts his shirt and turns to expose his side, "To this."
My eyes widen in shock as I take in the scales, matching the Kanima, covering his entire right side catch the light in the room. I watch as they seem to spread ever so slowly even as we're looking at them. I can see the look of desperation grow even more in eyes. Then he turns to me again, "And if Scott doesn't have it. I think I know someone's family who does."
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I sit with my arms wrapped tight around my stomach with nerves. Before leaving the office, Matt had used Scott and I's phones to text Allison. Now, the three of us are sitting in the front bull pen of the office, waiting for her to arrive. For about the last ten minutes, I've felt like my insides are on fire.
I look to Scott and as if he can feel my stare he looks over to me. I open my mouth to say something when Matt looks over at Scott's bloody shirt, "I feel sorry for you, McCall, 'cause right now, you're thinkin', 'how am I gonna explain this when it heals?' And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing." He steps closer to Scott and I can see the anger in his gaze, "'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die!"
Scott shakes his head and stares at Matt, "Is that what happened to you?"
"You drowned," My voice is quiet, but not weak as it echoes across the room. I think back to the Kanima's fear of the water and Matt's petrified screams at the party when he got thrown into the pool. It all makes sense, "didn't you?"
Matt looks down to the floor and I can see the pain in his eyes. He shakes head before muttering, "He shouldn't have let them drink." His voice now was much more broken than the crazed kid waving the gun around.
Scott moves forward, "Who--Matt, what do you mean?"
Matt looks back up at us and throws his hands in anger, "Lahey, you idiot! He shouldn't have let the swim team drink. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey, he's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17, right?"
It all makes sense. There's the connection. Scott looks at him confused, "Were you at Isaac's?"
Matt's eyes move away, staring into the space in front of him. From look in his eyes, he was really looking back into his past, "He had this first edition Spiderman, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there and I hear music. And everyone's having a good time, and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then--and then Bennett goes in and--"
I looked at him confused for a moment, remembering the hunter who was found all slashed up and basically gutted, "Bennett? The hunter?"
Matt doesn't seem to hear me as his expression grows full of anger, "And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny, I-I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts....Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing,"
In any other circumstance I would feel my heart hurt for the obviously broken boy in front of me. But in this instance, I cannot do so. Not when he was using Jackson to kill people, some people who weren't even apart of his dark past. "All of a sudden, I was just-I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says, 'You tell no one!'" He points the gun into Scott's face and I can see the hurt and anger intermixed inside him. "'This, this is your fault! What little bastard doesn't know how to swim?'"
Matt's breathing is heavy when he comes back to the present after obviously reliving his past. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night. I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was an asthmatic. They--they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, that you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark."
His eyes then snap to mine and I try to not to take a step away from him, "But then--then I saw you at school and heard about happened to your aunt, and everything changed. So, I went to the Argent's funeral, I was taking some photos and looking for you." My brows draw closer at his words. I feel my stomach twist at his words, thinking about everything that's happened since Kate's funeral. And thinking about how he's been watching me, stalking me, ever since then. "But then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just--look at him, and I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. And then I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture and Jackson would take their life."
His eyes close as if he was happily reliving the memory, "You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like--like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. Jackson is my fury," I feel the hair on the back of neck raise suddenly and my eyes turn to the large windows in front. Nothing is there, but I feel like there is a million eyes on me all at once. I blink, but nothing changes. No headlights, no footsteps. Then I jump when the lights suddenly cut out and the entire room goes dark. The emergency lights come on, followed by an alarm blaring around us and Matt's voice becomes panicked, "What is this? What's happening?"
In the flashing light I see Matt raise his gun as Scott looks around confused, "I don't know!" I gasp when I feel the tingling , but instead of my fingertips, it's my entire body. I move to Scott and push him to the ground only seconds before the windows in front of us shatter with gunfire. We both crawl over to a desk near us and huddle underneath it. My ears ring as bullets continue to fly sending papers, sparks, and furniture all over. I ignore the feeling of Scott's gaze when suddenly a voice comes into my mind,
'Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,'
I cringe as Gerard's words light my entire nervous system up in fear,
'Let's give them some love.'
"Scott, we gotta move. Now!" I grip his shoulders right as I hear the metal of smoke grenades hitting the floor near us. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Matt still laying crouched on the floor, alive.
As the smoke fills the room, Scott grabs my arm and we both move to the doorway in front of us. Scott pushes through first, and then when Jackson is standing in our way, Scott doesn't hesitate to grab the front of his shirt, throwing him into the room we just left.
I run into the office and fall to the floor next to Derek. He looks at me and I notice the second of relief that passes over his face, "You've gotta Stiles and get out of here," I instantly shake my head with panicked eyes and place my hands on his chest. Before I can argue, his eyes turn stern, flashing red, before he looks to Scott, "Now!"
"Abby, c'mon! Help me," He lifts Stiles, one arm over his shoulder. Without even a second of a thought, I lean down and kiss Derek. Do not die. I don't know if he could hear my thought as it passed my mind or if he could just read the words on my face, but either way he nods as I pull away. I stand and place Stiles' other arm over my shoulder and move out of the room. I give Derek one final look before we start moving down the hallway.
I wince when I can feel Jackson behind us, the bone chilling air circling me, "Scott! We have company!" We move through two doorways, Scott taking the time locking them, just for Jackson to kick them open. Finally, we get into a room and shut the door, taking a few steps back. After a few seconds of silence, Scott takes Stiles' mostly paralysis body and places him into a chair.
He raises his hands slightly as Stiles sighs in relief, "Don't move...well, you know what I mean." Scott then turns to me with pleading eyes. "Can I please convince you to stay here?" I blink in surprise, not used to not being asked to head directly into the danger.
Either way, that is what I do best.
"There is not enough time in the world, Scotty-Boy. Especially right now." He nods sadly before ripping open the other door and we both move quickly down the hallway.
We get to the corner when suddenly Allison steps in front of us. But that's not what I notice. What is, is the crossbow in her hands, still raised even when she looks between us, "Oh, sh--Allison."
Allison doesn't look at me again, but glares at Scott, "Where's Derek?"
I blink at the anger in her voice and feel my body freeze, "What? Allison, what're you-"
She doesn't even flicker her gaze to mine, as if she can't look at me. I shake my head, the vision from before creeping into my mind.
It's your fault. I had figured it out before, but didn't let myself think it. The only reason my mother would have killed herself would be because she was bit. And the only one who could have done that would have been Derek when he was saving me and Scott.
It's all your fault.
I blink as Allison raises her crossbow even more, aiming at the ceiling, "Where is he?"
Scott shakes his head in confusion and moves towards her, but she only takes a cold step back, "Scott--Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. I need to go. Just stay out of my way."
I turn as she moves down the hallway in the opposite direction we are headed. As if Scott can read my mind, he places a hand on my arm and shakes his head. I look to Allison's back as she moves further away. It is either my duty as a sister, or being taught my entire life that protecting Allison was imperative, that causes me to let out a sigh. "I have to, Scott. I'm sorry."
Without turning back to him, I pull my arm away and follow in the direction Allison just went. I walk into a room full of high shelves and desks. I stop when I see the Kanima leaning over our father and right as Allison shoots, I also see an arrow landing right in the middle of it's forehead. I freeze for a moment before he reaches up, pulling the arrow from his skull. He hisses and looks directly at Allison causing me to reach out and grab her arm. She jumps, turning to me, looking surprised. Without thinking I pull her in the other direction and he both dive down behind a desk. I can hear her quick, but quiet breaths as I lean around the desk and catch the tail end of the Kanima crawling into the room.
I push Allison's shoulder until we both move under the desk. I cringe at the sound of Jackson landing on it above us. I close my eyes for a moment before I shove us both out from the other side and Allison moves to climb onto the opposing desk as the Kanima leans down and looks to right where we just were. I hold my breath in panic when Allison jumps, just as the Kanima turns towards her.
She pushes the knife into it's neck, but it's not enough as he squeezes his hand around her throat. "No!" Allison stabs another knife into it's shoulder before I hear the sound of claws slicing skin and Allison falls to the floor.
I crawl over to her, thankful when I see the wound isn't too deep, but cry out when someone wraps a fist into my hair. I'm pulled to my feet, my hands raising to the hand knotted around near my scalp, "You should have given me the time of day, Abigail." I groan as Matt then drops me back to the floor harshly. "I always thought I wasn't one of those; 'if I can't have her, no one can' kind of guys." I gasp as he kicks, his foot meeting my stomach harshly. My hand falls flat to the floor and I struggle to bring a single ounce of air in. "But," He crouches down, running a finger down my cheek and I can't stop the disgusted glare from crossing my face. "If I can't have you, no one can!"
Suddenly, something falls from near by and Matt looks up quickly. He turns to the Kanima, speaking silently, before standing to his feet. I curl my body slightly, trying to regain a steady breath, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my ribs when I inhale. They both leave us, moving to the sound across the room and I lay there, hoping it isn't Derek or Scott; fearing for the safety.
I gasp lightly when my father lands on his knees between me and Allison. I feel my brows cross in confusion when he places a hand on my arm and searches his eyes over my body. I shake my head and begin to sit up, ignoring the pain. I look to Allison and nod with a stern gaze. My father seems to hesitate, just a moment, before he leans down and slowly lifts Allison's body into his arms.
Before he can turn back to me, I force myself to my feet and I move towards the doorway ahead. I push myself along, using the wall as my crutch. Whatever Matt did to my ribs, it was a rough job as the healing wasn't nearly as fast as my scuffed palms and each breath sounds wheezy. I stop for a second, the events of the day flashing over me. I wince at the overwhelming panic settling into my gut, but shove it down before turning a steely gaze ahead. I continue moving forward, to what sounds like Stiles' dad grunting in the holding room. I rush over when I suddenly see Stiles' still partially paralyzed body laying flat down on the floor at the door of the room.
I drop to my knees next to him, right as his dad rips the metal bar his cuffs are attached to off the wall. I gasp slightly in surprise, but then I notice Scott's mom's face drop in fear and she points to the other side of the room. Last minute I see Matt push into the room and he lands a punch onto the Sherriff and he falls to the floor. I feel the anger and fear radiating from Stiles next to me as Melissa screams at the sight. "Matt! Please, my son has been shot and I've heard more gunfire. Please, let me see my son."
Matt scoffs turning away from Stiles' dad to her. He leans in close to the bars of the cell, disbelief on his face, "How totally clueless are you people?"
I panic and stand moving into the doorway, "Matt, stop!" I see his shoulders tense and Melissa looks over to me with the sheer worry of a mother. One I haven't really ever known.
Matt then turns and I see the burning rage in his eyes, "I'll stop when Jackson has finished what I've started. Which now includes you and all of your friends." Then his gaze shifts to something behind me. Melissa's eyes grow fearful and she takes a slight step back, but I feel nothing but a rush of power and protection.
A warm hand on my shoulder pulls me back gently. I look up to see Derek, transitioned, and eyes burning bright red. I hate to admit the amount of relief that filled my body at his sight. He moves me back to Stiles before letting out a growl. Suddenly, Jackson in full Kanima form, runs into the room before Derek lifts him by the chest and throws him across the room. The fight ensues as Matt turns and runs in my directions. I roll my sleeves up before landing a punch straight to his jaw, but cry out at the sharp pain in my ribs. In my distraction, Matt collects himself and moves out of the room. I look up to see the Kanima throw Derek over the desk and then finds himself facing off with Scott's mom through the cell bar.
I start to move towards Derek, before stopping in shock as Scott appears and sinks his claws into the Kanima's back. I look to his face and sigh when his mom calls out pleadingly, "Scott! Oh, my god. Scott, are you okay?" I watch as Scott slowly turns his head and exposes his biggest secret to the person he has tried to hide it from the most.
I want to cry for him when I see Melissa start to back away in disbelief and fear. She slowly shakes her head and I hear her sob as she moves into the shadows, "Oh, my god, no."
Scott slowly stands before looking to the floor in defeat. I watch as he runs out of the room and I move to follow him. I stop at the corner of the hallway, staying hidden, when I hear Gerard's voice, "Believe me, I'm aware."
I feel my brows cross when Scott replies back, "I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson--"
My breathing becomes quicker at his words before I hear Gerard move towards him, "Then leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!"
I can feel the face paced beating of Scott's heart as he moves to go down the hall, but the sound of something metal hitting the floor stops him. "You dropped this."
A moment later, I turn and use the door behind me to hide as Gerard rounds the corner.