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Bamby

Scott, Stiles and I were in Stiles' room, trying to convince Sheriff Stilinski that Matt was the real killer. All this tie he'd been thinking it was Harris, after finding out his car had been at some of the crime scenes and a number of the victims- meaning most- had been his students.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Sheriff Stilinski gestured to the picture of Matt in the school year book on Stiles' desk.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah." But his father wasn't buying it.

"No."

"Yes," Stiles argued.

"No."

"Dad, come on." Stiles quickly stood from his desk chair which he'd been sitting on. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class," Sheriff Stilinski noted.

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles asked, not holding back the attitude.

There was a pause as Sheriff Stilinski realised his son had a point, but that didn't persuade him. "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." He looked over Stiles' shoulder to Scott and me. "Do you two believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us," Scott assured him.

"Matt is the killer, sir," I added.

Stiles nodded, going on, "Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine," Sheriff Stilinski started, though it was clear in his tone that he still didn't believe us. "I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked before waiting for a response, as if we all should have figured it out. When no one said anything, he filled in the silence, "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, even though he couldn't see me.

Knowing his point was useless he sighed, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

Once again, Sheriff Stilinski knew his son was right, so he gave in just a little more. "What do you want me to do?"

Stiles turned to Scott and me, but it was my brother who answered, "We need to look at the evidence."

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work," Sheriff Stilinski noted.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles assured his father.

Sheriff Stilinski didn't look convinced. "Trust you?"

"Trust…" Pausing a moment, Stiles then gestured to Scott and me. "Trust Scott and Angela?"

Slowly, Sheriff Stilinski nodded. "Scott and Angela, I trust."

With a plan in the works, Stiles started for the door, ready to go to the station right then and there. His father was behind him, obviously less eager. Scott and I went to follow, but as I moved I was hit with a wave of dizziness.

"Hey." Scott was right there, a hand on my shoulder to help steady me. "You okay?"

I took a breath and offered him a slight smile. "Fine."

But I wasn't. Whatever had been happening to me at Lydia's party was still happening. Scott and Stiles were over whatever the Wolfsbane did to them, but I was beginning to wonder if it was still in my system.

The fever I'd been feeling was growing. Parts of me were beginning to ache. I was hit with short and small dizzy spells here and there. I felt empty and needy, craving something I couldn't name.

Something was wrong, and I had a feeling it was only going to get worse.

…

Walking into the station, Scott, Stiles and I stayed back while Sheriff Stilinski moved to the front desk where an officer was working. She'd looked up as we entered, surprised to see us… and not in a good way.

"It's 2:00 in the morning."

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Sheriff Stilinski insisted.

While they continued to talk Stiles turned to Scott and me, keeping his voice low. "We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?"

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Jackson didn't kill Jessica," I reminded him

He nodded. "The pregnant girl."

"Yeah." Stiles went on, "Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

"Thank you." Sheriff Stilinski finished with the woman, who was letting us through. "Angela. Boys," he called to us as he started for the door that led to the offices.

…

Standing behind Sheriff Stilinski, I watched the computer screen showing footage of the hospital the night Jessica was killed. All four of us were trying to spot Matt, but there were a lot of people walking the halls that night, making it hard.

"I don't know, guys." Sheriff Stilinski shook his head. "I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going." Stiles pressed as if he wanted to find Matt more than the rest of us did. "Look, he had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

Before Stiles had a second to breathe, Scott called out, "Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back.

As Sheriff Stilinski did as my brother said, Stiles spotted what Scott had noticed. "That's him!" He gestured to a guy on the screen. "That's Matt!"

There was a problem though…

"All I see is the back of someone's head," Sheriff Stilinski noted.

"Matt's head, yeah," Stiles insisted. "I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

His father turned to him. "Are you crazy?"

"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

I rolled my eyes. "You wanna think about that question, Stiles?"

Understanding my unspoken point, Scott moved us on. "Okay, can we scroll forward?" he suggested. "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

The video started to move again, going a little faster. Eventually Stiles told his father to stop again, having spotted Matt once more.

"Right there! Stop! Stop! See? There he is again."

Sheriff Stilinski shook his head. "You mean there's the back of his head again."

"Okay, but look." Stiles pointed to Matt on the screen, to where he was standing by a woman. "He's talking to someone."

Frowning slightly, I leaned closer to get a better look at the woman. That's when I realised who she was…

"He's talking to our mum," Scott and I said at the same time.

Pulling away from the table, Scott pulled his phone out to call mum right away. He was already dialling her number when Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski turned to him. The second the phone started ringing he put it on loud speaker.

"Mum, do you remember talking to a guy the night the pregnant woman was killed?" he asked as soon as she answered her phone, the urgency of the situation taking priority over any greetings.

Sounding a little annoyed, mum answered, "Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?"

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott told her.

Stiles stepped closer to the phone to add, "Yeah, he looks evil."

Ignoring Stiles, mum sighed, "Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

"Okay, mum, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." Pausing, Scott flicked through his phone and found a photo of Matt which he then sent to mum. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognise him?" I asked.

"Do you remember him?" Scott added.

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall," she answered. "Guys, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, mum. We'll explain later," Scott assured her. "I gotta go."

Knowing he had a witness, Sheriff Stilinski went through the rest of the evidence quickly. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," Stiles noted.

"Actually, four," his father corrected. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" Scott and I said at the same time.

"A couple hours before you two got there." Sheriff Stilinski nodded to Stiles and me.

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles asked, excitement underlining his tone at the prospect of getting Matt.

"Four's enough for a warrant." Sheriff Stilinski's lips turned up in a slight smile. "Scott, Angela, one of you, call your mum back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott and Angela's mum in when she gets here."

"On it." Stiles gave a short nod before he hurried for the door.

As soon as Sheriff Stilinski started to collect every piece of evidence we had against Matt, I turned to Scott.

"You call mum."

"What are you going to do?"

"Call Derek," I answered as I pulled my own phone out and dialled his number.

We needed to tell him what was going on and where we were. He had to know. But as I stood there, phone to my ear, listening to it ring, something became obvious pretty quickly. He wasn't going to pick up.

I tried a few more times while Scott called mum. But it didn't matter Derek wasn't answering.

Was something wrong? Had the others escaped? Or maybe he was too busy holding them down? Maybe he was fine, just busy handling the others? Hoping and praying everything was okay, I gave up and slipped my phone back into the pocket of my cardigan.

"She's on her way here," Scott informed us as he tucked his own phone into his pocket, but when he got no response from Sheriff Stilinski, he turned to him. "Sheriff?"

The look of fear and shock on Sheriff Stilinski's face had both Scott and I turning around to face the door into his office. That's where we found Stiles, standing in front of Matt, who was aiming a gun at my best friend.

Using the gun, Matt pushed Stiles over to Scott and me, rounding us up.

Sheriff Stilinski rose from his desk. "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt shrugged. "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people," Matt corrected the Sheriff. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That could definitely get someone hurt."

Frowning, feeling accused, I went to assure him I wasn't. But before I could Scott quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket, a look of panic and guilt crossing his face.

"Everyone." Using the gun, Matt gestured to the table… but none of us moved. "Now!"

"Come on." Sheriff Stilinski nodded to Stiles, Scott and I as he pulled his phone out and placed it on the table. We followed suit, knowing there was no room for argument right now.

…

Scott and I stood against the wall by the door in the cell area of the station. Matt's back was to the cells so he could keep an eye on all of us, the gun aimed at Stiles- who was being made to handcuff his father to one of the benches.

Clicking the handcuffs into place, Stiles then turned to Matt. But it wasn't enough.

"Tighter," Matt ordered, wanting to make sure Sheriff Stilinski couldn't get out.

When Stiles hesitated, Sheriff Stilinski turned to his son. "Do what he says, Stiles."

Now with that done, Matt grabbed Stiles and shoved him towards the doorway, nodding to Scott and me to move as he did. We all walked into the hall, Scott and I in front, heading back to the offices. We were almost there when we came to a turn… that's when we saw the bodies.

All the officers on duty, were now dead.

Scott came to a stop. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?"

Matt scoffed. "No, that's what Jackson's for." He shrugged. "I just think about killing them, and he does it."

…

Matt sat between the door and the desk in the Sheriff's office, watching Scott, Stiles and I- with the gun aimed at us- as we got rid of all the evidence against him. Stiles was on the computer, deleting everything, while Scott and I used the paper shredder to get rid of all the printed evidence.

"Deleted. And we're done," Stiles sighed. "And, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

But, as if on cue, lights from a car shone into the room as someone pulled into the station parking lot.

My heart sank. Oh, no…

"Sounds like your mum's here, McCall," Matt noted tauntingly.

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, we'll just tell her to leave," Scott assured him. "We'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"Please," I begged.

Shaking his head, Matt turned the gun to Stiles. "If you don't move, now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mum."

Taking a deep breath, Scott started forward.

Matt gestured for me to follow before he grabbed Stiles so the two of them could walk behind Scott and me, the gun no doubt pressed to Stiles' back. It was the most daunting and chilling walk I'd ever had to make.

My hands were shaking. I felt like I was going to throw up and pass out. Every nerve inside me shook with fear. I couldn't do this. How could I do this?

"Oh, God." I shook my head. "I'm gonna be sick." My voice was low, only Scott heard me.

Without a word, he slipped is hand into mine as we came to a stop by the next door. The door that led to the front reception. The door that led to mum.

"Open it," Matt ordered.

"Please," Scott tried one last time, but it was for nothing.

"Open. The. Door."

Looking to me for a moment, Scott apologised silently before he reached out with his free hand and opened the door.

I'd been preparing myself for what was to come. I'd pictured the million things Matt could – and would- do to my mum. I hoped it would ease my panic and distress when the time came- though I knew that was false thinking, and that it would really crush me.

Yet, all the preparing had been for nothing, because instead of mum standing on the other side of the door, it was Derek.

Scott let out a breath he'd been holding. "Oh, thank God."

But before anyone could say or do anything else, Derek suddenly fell to the floor in front of us, revealing Jackson who had been standing behind him, and had already paralysed him.

"Derek!" I reached for him, getting to my knees.

Matt aimed his gun right at my head. "Don't!"

Scott and Stiles were right there, grabbing me. Holding an arm each, pulling me back and away from Derek who was looking at the gun with wide and both angry and worried eyes.

As soon as I was back, Matt leaned over Derek.

Eyes hardening, Derek glared at him. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right." Matt pulled back to turn to Scott, Stiles and me. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

Even in this situation, Stiles didn't hold back the sarcasm. "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

With a nod from Matt- who clearly didn't appreciate Stiles' answer- Jackson nicked Stiles in the back of the neck, paralysing him.

Stiles fell to the ground, landing right on top of Derek.

Scott and I both flinched, wanting to help our friend, but I'd already been told to stay back. So, we stayed where we were.

"You bitch," Stiles mumbled against Derek, aiming the words at Matt or Jackson, I wasn't sure.

"Get him off of me," Derek groaned.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt leaned over the pair, grinning smugly. "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."

"Still got some teeth," Derek countered. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles mumbled, backing Derek.

The sound of another car pulling up to the station caught everyone's attention then.

"Is that her?" Standing up, Matt turned to Scott and me. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Don't trust him!" Stiles called out.

Pissed, Matt grabbed Stiles and rolled him onto his back on the ground, before pressing his foot to Stiles' throat, cutting off his air supply. "This work better for you?"

"Don't! Please!" I begged. "Please, don't."

"Just stop! Stop!" Scott snapped, panicked.

"Then do what I tell you to." Matt applied more pressure to Stiles' throat.

"Okay. All right." Scott nodded, giving in. When Matt didn't move he snapped again, "Stop!"

Pleased, Matt removed his foot from Stiles and turned to Jackson. "You, take them in there." He gestured to Stiles and Derek, and then the Sheriff's office. Then he turned to Scott and me again. "You two. With me."

Gun now aimed at me once more, Scott and I did as Matt said, heading out into the reception.

She was already there, on the other side of the desk- unable to see the body of the dead officer behind the reception. Looking around, concerned, mum didn't spot us until Scott, Matt and I came through the hallway.

"Mum?" Scott called to her.

Letting out a sigh of relief mum headed our way, having not spotted the gun yet. "You scared me, where is every-" Her eyes landed on Matt and the gun.

"Mum, just do what he says," I told her.

"He promised he wouldn't hurt you," Scott tried to reassure her.

"He's right," Matt agreed behind us.

I turned to him then, waiting for our next orders, but suddenly he lowered the gun so it was pointed to my stomach, before he pulled the trigger.

The pain I felt was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The force of the bullet sent me back and into Scott. I heard yelling and screaming, but wasn't sure where it was coming from- though I knew at least one scream had come from me.

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Matt stepped closer to me. "That's for the ketamine."

Mum went to hurry towards me then. "Angela!"

"Back, back!" Matt turned the gun to her.

"No!" I screamed.

"Mum!" Scott had grabbed me before I could fall and was keeping me partially standing, but now used one of his hands to wave mum back. "Mum, stop, mum!"

"I said get back," Matt warned again when mum didn't do as he said.

Mum shook her head, eyes glued to the blood soaking into my white dress. "Angela."

"Mum, do it." I bit back tears. "Please."

"I got her." Scott adjusted his hold on me, trying to reassure her. "Okay, I got her, mum."

As mum began to back up, Matt kept his eyes on her while throwing an order over to Scott and I. "Get her up, McCall."

"Matt!" Sheriff Stilinski called through the station. "Matt, listen to me!"

"Shut up!" Matt yelled. "Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!" He turned to yell at me. "Now, get up, or I shoot her next!" he warned, gun still trained on mum.

Gritting through the pain, pressing a hand to my wound, I pulled myself up. Scott was right there, helping me, holding me, keeping me physically, mentally and emotionally steady- well, as much as I could be at that point.

…

Once again, Scott and I were against the wall in the cell block while Matt locked mum in one of the cells- the one closest to Sheriff Stilinski. I was still holding onto my wound, still trying to fight through the pain. But it was just getting worse.

"Please, she needs to see a doctor," mum begged.

Matt scoffed coldly. "You think so?"

"Hey!" Sheriff Stilinski yelled. "Hey, you listen to me!"

"I'm fine," I managed, trying to calm the situation before anyone else got hurt. "I'm okay."

Mum shook her head, crying. "No, honey, you're not okay."

"It doesn't hurt, mum," I tried to assure her.

"'Cause that's the adrenaline, okay?" She looked to Matt again. "Please, let me- Let me just take a look at her, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

Matt turned to Scott and me, amused. "They have no idea, do they?"

"Please. Let me just take a quick look."

"Shut up! Shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head." Matt pointed the gun at Scott.

Mum nodded, calming down a little. "Okay, okay."

With her sorted, Matt gestured to the door. "Back to the front, McCall." He turned to Scott and me. "After you."

Scott wrapped his arm around me, to help me walk, before we headed for the door and into the hallway. None of us said a word as we moved towards the office. None of us looked to each other as we walked. We didn't even make a sound when we walked through the doorway and into the Sheriff's office where Stiles, Derek and Jackson were waiting.

Stiles and Derek's eyes were on Scott and me in an instant, and just as quickly as they'd locked on to us did they realise I'd been shot.

Tightening his jaw, Derek's eyes stayed glued to the red on my white dress. My blood. The mark was just growing and growing. Derek was pissed, and I could only imagine what was going through his head at that point.

Despite the fact I was a werewolf and would heal, Stiles was worried. In fact, he looked almost on the verge of having a panic attack. His eyes came up to meet mine, showing me the fear he felt for me. He was truly and absolutely scared.

Moving me over to the couch, Scott set me down before he turned to Matt. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"

"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt shook his head. "No, no, I want the book."

"What? What book?" Scott asked, as confused as the rest of us.

"The bestiary," Matt answered, voice harsh and impatient. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's," Scott noted. "What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this." Grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt, Matt lifted it, showing us the scaly skin on his torso.

I wasn't sure how, or why, or what it meant, but I was sure of one thing… Matt was turning into a Kanima.

Bamby