A/N: I'm gonna say this right now: If I don't update tomorrow, it's because I feel horrible. I have the world's worst headache and I'm tired and I can feel my temperature be insanely warm. .w. Hopefully it's just a minor headache that I can cure with lots of sleep and water...
THURSDAY
MARCH 31, 2011
"Sindy, call me back when you get this. I need your help." I could hear the loud thrashing in the background as chains pushed against the rails of the subway car and roars from the Betas while Derek left me a voicemail. There was a particularly rough bang and I winced. "Like as soon as possible."
I called Derek back, but it rang, and rang, and rang, before it went to voicemail. "Derek?" I asked. "It's Sindy, but you probably already knew that. Anyway, though I'd love to go and help you out right now, we've got our own situation of our own. The master? It's Matt. Matt Daehler. We're going to head home to grab my dad before going to the station. Meet us there ASAP? Bye… I –" I remembered the echoes of his (imaginary) harsh words. "I love you," I choked out to finish, before hanging up.
"Nothing?" Scott asked as we waited for Stiles to come back with Dad. We had worked it out earlier, and now we needed Dad and Derek.
"No," I shook my head. "Hopefully, he'll come as soon as he can."
Stiles came barreling in the room and Dad followed closely behind him. Stiles pointed at the yearbook and Dad asked, "So this kid's the real killer."
"Yeah."
"… No," Dad shook his head.
"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed back.
"No," Dad shook his head, crossing his arms.
Stiles sprung from his seat and said, "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had 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," Dad pointed out. This police stuff was so complicated. I wish we could've just screamed out that the kanima controller was Matt. That would've all made sense.
"Alright, okay," Stiles sighed. "You're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"
"… No," Dad admitted. "You know what? They're not dropping the charges, but that doesn't prove anything."
"H–"
"Scott, Sindy, do you believe this?"
"Oh," Stiles sighed out. He was probably thinking that of course Dad would take Scott's and my opinions over his.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you gotta trust us," Scott said earnestly. "We know it's Matt."
"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles asked. "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."
"Alright, fine," Dad said. "I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006's swim team and its coach dead?"
"Isn't is obvious?!" Stiles exclaimed loudly. Actually, no, it wasn't. Enlighten us, Stiles. "Our swim team sucks!" he cried, and I groaned. "They haven't won in, like, six years – okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"What do you want me to do?" Dad sighed.
"We need to look at the evidence," Scott explained.
"Yeah," Dad nodded. "That would be in the station, where I no longer work."
"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles responded.
"… Trust you?"
"Trust – trust Scott?" Dad quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Trust… Sindy?"
"… Scott and Sindy I trust," Dad admitted. We all left the house, with Dad driving his own car while Scott and I rode with Stiles.
We drove to the station, and parked before piling in to the station. I recognized the deputy at the desk to be the one Derek flirted with a couple weeks ago, but… that was moot. She looked at Dad pointedly. "It's two o'clock in the morning."
"Believe me," Dad sighed. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."
"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered.
"Why?" Scott inquired and I wanted to roll my eyes.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?"
"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Scott realized.
"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."
"Thank you," Dad suddenly said. "Boys, Sindy." We followed him down the hall and into his old office. It took him a couple minutes, but he was able to get the surveillance video of the hospital the night Jessica died.
"I don't know, guys," he sighed as we watched the video. "I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."
"Just keep going," Stiles urged. "Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."
I saw a dark figure walking just as Scott exclaimed, "Oh, hold on! Stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." Dad did as he said, and it was Stiles's turn to exclaim.
"That's him!" Stiles said. "That's Matt!"
"All I see is the back of someone's head," Dad pointed out.
"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium… it's weird."
Dad turned to look at Stiles, baffled. "Are you crazy?"
"Alright, fine," Stiles sighed. "Then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"
"Millions, literally," Dad replied. "Your sister's one of them." Stiles looked pointedly at me. Hey, I wasn't wearing Derek's jacket right now.
"Can we just move on?" I sighed. "This can't be the only shot of him. Maybe there's one of him coming to the cameras."
"Right there!" Stiles cried after the video resumed. "Stop, stop! See, there he is again!"
"You mean there's the back of his head, again," Dad sighed.
"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone," Stiles gestured. I looked closely, trying to identify who he was talking to.
"He's talking to my mom," Scott realized. He pulled out his phone and thankfully, his mother picked up. "Mom! Do you remember ever seeing Matt Daehler at the hospital?"
"Scott, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Melissa sighed out.
"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott supplied.
"Yeah, he looks evil!" Stiles added.
"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."
"Okay, Mom," Scott sighed. "I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He hovered his phone over the yearbook and snapped a quick picture. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah," Melissa replied, and I could hear her nod.
"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?" Scott quizzed.
"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"
Realization dawned on my face as I remembered Dad's reports of the crime scenes.
"It's – it's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." And with that, he hung up.
"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," Dad informed, pulling at a manila folder.
"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders: the trailer, the hospital, and the rave," Stiles concluded. At the same time, my brother reached out and we exchanged high fives.
"Actually, four," Dad corrected. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
Stiles looked at Dad funny. "When?"
"A couple hours before you got there," Dad explained.
"Alright, Dad. If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"
"Four's enough for a warrant," Dad replied. Stiles's and my hands shot out and met in the air again. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here. Sindy, stay with me and help me gather this stuff up."
I nodded and gathered up the papers quickly, sorting out the papers. All of a sudden, I heard something, and then a smell trailed up my nostrils.
… Blood.
"She's on her way here," I heard Scott report faintly.
Just then, Stiles came walking in, cautious and careful. I glanced behind him, and saw Matt standing there, holding a gun at my brother. I growled lowly in my throat, taking a cautious glance at Dad, getting into a defensive stance.
Stiles walked over to us slowly, and Dad stood up straight. "Matt," he said. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."
"You know," Matt scrunched his face. "It's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." It didn't take a genius for us (who were aware of the supernatural) to know he was talking about Jackson – the kanima.
"I know you don't wanna hurt people," Dad tried to coax Matt out of his deranged-ness.
"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people," Matt responded. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing." Scott immediately pulled his hand out of his pocket. "That – that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone." He gestured. "Now!"
"Come on," Dad urged.
I pulled out my cell phone but just before I put it down, it began to buzz. I looked down, seeing a call from Derek.
"Shut it off!" Matt exclaimed. I moved and shut it off immediately. I hope Derek notice how wrong it was for me to abruptly end his call without picking up, and silently hoped he get here soon.
We then walked out of the office, and towards the cells. Matt pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tossed them at Stiles. "Lock him," he ordered, gesturing to my dad.
Stiles reluctantly walked over to Dad and locked his wrist to the wall. "Tighter," Matt ordered.
Dad looked up at his oldest child. "Do what he says, Stiles." My brother pursed his lips and did what Matt ordered.
Matt then ordered for us to leave, and the metallic smell disturbed my nose. I looked down the hallway, and saw the scattered bodies of three deputies – all dead.
"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott demanded.
"No," Matt replied pointedly. "That's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He pushed us along, and back into the office. "Delete the evidence."
Stiles bent over the computer and my fingers itched while Scott shredded the hard copies. I could just easily take down Matt, but who knows what would happen with Jackson? He might go on a rampage and kill us all. And if I tried anything, Matt would shoot Stiles.
"Deleted," Stiles reported. "And we're done. Alright, 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? So I'll just get my dad with my sister and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."
I heard the purring of a car engine and headlights go through the window and glanced out instinctively, but we were too far away to actually see it.
"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt commented casually from where he sat.
I waited a few seconds, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with familiarity. Oh thank God. Derek's here.
Scott, not having sensed Derek, urged Matt, "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."
The door opened outside and I held back the exhale of relief to avoid being caught. C'mon, Derek.
"If you don't move," Matt laughed, "now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom." I looked at Scott and urged him with my eyes.
We walked to the front, and headed to the door. I could feel the presence on the other side. "Open it," Matt ordered.
"Please," Scott begged.
"Open. The. Door," Matt ordered again, punctuating every word.
Scott reached out, and pulled the door open. I furrowed my brows. Something was wrong, though, when I saw Derek standing there stiffly. He wouldn't have come in through the front door just like that.
No.
He's sneak up and somehow take out Matt… or something along those lines to allow Scott and I to move freely.
"Oh, thank God," Scott sighed in relief, but my suspicions were confirmed when Derek collapsed to the ground, and Jackson was revealed to be standing behind him, partially transformed.
Matt hovered over Derek, and the older man deadpanned, "This is the one controlling him?" He looked over at me. "This kid?"
"Well, Derek," Matt sighed. "Not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." All of us exchanged astonished looks. "Oh, yeah, that's – that's right. I've learned a few things lately." Matt smirked, looking at us. "Werewolves, hunters, kanimas… It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman," Stiles quipped. "But, uh, it's more, of, like, a winter-time thing. You know, seasonal."
At that, Matt nodded to Jackson, who swiped my brother's neck. I growled defensively and Scott protested, causing Jackson to extend his claws out at us threateningly.
Stiles cursed out, "You bitch," before collapsing right on top of Derek.
Derek grinded out through gritted teeth, "Get him off of me."
"Oh, I don't know, Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair," Matt scoffed, hovering over my mate. "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 pointed out. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh?" he urged. "We'll see how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch," Stiles agreed, his voice slightly muffled due to it being dug into Derek's chest.
"Hm…" Matt stood up. All of a sudden, I felt a cut in the back of my neck and winced. Shit.
Just before I fell to the ground, though, Matt caught me, pulling me flush against him. He ran his hand against me, his gun pressing against my side. "You know, Sindy… You're pretty cute," he drawled, lips ghosting against the side of my face.
I snarled threateningly and so did Derek and Scott.
"Ah, ah, ah," Matt chastised. "One wrong move and both of the Stilinski males are going down. And then you guys with them. Anyway… where was I? Oh, yeah."
His disgusting fingers ran against my body, and I tensed when one cupped my breast. "I must say, you've got quite the figure. Not like Allison's gorgeous one, but you've got a pretty decent one, yourself. Especially right here."
He squeezed my left breast and I snarled, my neck supported by his shoulder. "If you weren't such a coward, I'd rip your fucking throat out with my goddamn teeth." Just move a bit closer, you fucking bastard.
Matt squeezed my stomach, but it wasn't enough to hurt me. "Who knew you got such a potty mouth? I must say, it's kind of hot."
"You fucking touch her like that anymore, I'll find a way to rip you limb from limb," Derek threatened from beneath Stiles.
"I'll help bury the body parts," Stiles said, his voice still slightly muffled.
Matt laughed. "Oh, that's right. She's your mate, isn't she?" He nipped the side of my ear and I felt my claws growing. I was going to rip him to pieces for touching and defiling me. "I wonder what it's like to steal someone else's girl… Maybe if I have time, I could have Jackson cut McCall, too, and then make you three watch as I take her right in front of you. How'd you like that?"
"Don't!" Scott exclaimed, his eyes glowing golden. He moved to take a step forward, but Jackson shot a hand out. He waggled a finger at the Beta, preventing him from taking a step closer.
"You know, Matt, there's a nice place in hell for people like you," Stiles snarled.
I heard another car approaching, and then the headlines shone in the room briefly. "Looks like we'll have to continue this another time," Matt said, before throwing me to the ground.
I fell to the ground with a heavy thump to Derek's left and winced. Fucking shit, that fucking hurt. If I was able to, I'd grab my head. I could definitely feel a bump in the back. I've never felt the urge to maim and kill so much.
"Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her," Matt said to Scott. "I won't even let Jackson near her."
"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles cried.
Matt grabbed the back of Stiles's shirt roughly and rolled him onto his back on Derek's right. Matt stepped down on Stiles's neck, blocking his airway, and I could hear my brother choking.
"This work better for ya?" Matt threatened, stepping down even harder. I snarled from where I was, and felt my fingers twitch. Good. C'mon. C'mon. My head stopped throbbing, and knew my healing factor was kicking in.
"Okay, just stop!" Scott cried. "Stop!"
"Then do what I tell you to."
"Okay," Scott gave in. "Alright. Stop!" Matt took his foot off Stiles and my brother gasped for breath.
"You," Matt said to Jackson. "Take them in there. You," he looked pointedly at Scott. "With me."
Jackson picked us up roughly and threw us back into my dad's old office. After throwing us to the ground he stood off to the side, watching and guarding over us. I couldn't speed up my healing any faster, because he'd definitely smell the blood.
I then heard a gunshot and Melissa screaming.
"Scott! Stiles! Sindy!" I heard my dad call from the cells. "What happened?!"
I could hear Matt's stress building as the adults tried to talk him out of it. I could hear his erratic heartbeat, and I knew it'd be his downfall – his fear. Too bad we were a sheriff's station.
"Hey Sindy," Stiles called.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"For the most part," I replied. "I'm gonna have to take a nice long shower because I feel really violated, though." Then I blinked and angled my eyes to look at Derek. He was handsome even paralyzed from the neck down and completely stiff. His eyes turned to me, a question in his eyes.
I thought about Derek giving me a little bit of a tongue bath to get rid of Matt's touch on me, and flushed slightly. I could feel my heartbeat increase, and judging by the way Derek's dark eyebrows rose, he heard it.
I dug my claws into my thigh, wincing from the pain a little bit. The smell wasn't enough to alert Jackson, as the place was coated in the metallic scent of blood.
Scott came stumbling back into the room, with Matt right behind him. "The evidence is gone," he said. "Why don't you just go?"
"You… You think the evidence mattered that much?!" Matt exclaimed, his eyes burning wildly. "No, no. I want the book."
"What – what book?" Scott looked at the photographer, bewildered.
Matt wanted the bestiary, I realized. But the question was: why?
"The bestiary!" Matt roared, his patience (what little he had) snapping. "Not just a few pages. I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it," Scott admitted. "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"
"I need answers," Matt sighed. He was sweating bullets.
"Answers to what?" Scott demanded, looking completely confused. Actually, I'd like to know answers to what, too.
"Answers to this," Matt hissed out, lifting up his shirt. My eyes widened at the sight of his right side, coated by the same scaley skin that Jackson had. It was glowing as well, flashing, taunting Matt.
I glanced over to Derek, and his eyes met mine. I realized what it was. Derek told me that there were rules in this supernatural world for a reason. That there was balance.
And Matt broke the balance.
Once Season 3 starts, I'm probably gonna have to do weekly updates again. I mean, I start school in October, but I have things to do around in September, and with school and everything around the bend, I don't really want sporadic updates, so I'm hoping when I get the chance *fingers crossed* I can update weekly, so I need to stock up on some arsenal. ^^
Question of the Day: What are you most excited to see happen in this series?
Q&A
Princess Aziza asks: Is Sheriff Stilinski going to find out about werewolves the same way he did in season 3 or are you going to manipulate that a little?
Nope. With all Sindy's got on her plate right now, it'll just be too complicated. Plus, I already wrote most of the next chapter. :P
Tori Tris Harper Harkness asks: Is Isaac around for Season 4?
I haven't made that decision, yet. There's just so much going on in Teen Wolf right now, I have to figure out where Sindy fits in all of this - much less Isaac. .w.
StardustForDreamers asks: Is what Derek said about mates during Sindy's hallucination true? Will Sindy tell Derek about it? It seemed like during this episode that the hallucinations were a reflection of the character's biggest fear, so is that Sindy's biggest fear?
YES. It's true. All will be explained later in the next chapter. Sindy's greatest fear is... I don't know. I need to expand on it more, but in order to do that, I need the producers of Teen Wolf to work with me and expand more on while Stiles thinks that he killed his mom. .w. So for now, it'll be a bit unresolved.
Supernatural Creatures Rock100 asks: (1) Will Sindy ever really have a conversation or have a threatening talk with Gerard? (2) Will Derek and the Sheriff have an awkward conversation? (3) Will Sindy become close or best friends with one of the female characters in Teen Wolf and who?
(1) ... Probably not. :| Season 2's villains were like, "Whut?" to me. :/ There will be Gerard/Sindy interaction towards the end of this season, though, because of the "final battle" and all that. (2) Hopefully some day. LOOL. Maybe one before he finds out about the supernatural and then another after about the supernatural. xD (3) Ergh... I hope so? I don't know who yet, but maybe Lydia? Since I found Kira/Lydia's friendship like, "Whut?" out of nowhere. :|
The Velvet Ash asks: (1) Will Sindy be an interest to Deucalion because of her being Derek's mate? (2) Will Sindy interact with Gerard soon? (3) Will Sindy get a tattoo?
(1) Yes. (2) Probably not fully one-on-one. Just overhearing. (3) Um... no? If she did, I don't know what'd she get, anyway.
Kaylee100 asks: (1) When did you start liking Lydia? (2) Who do you wish was dead and/or stayed dead in Teen Wolf, that's alive?
(1) Season 3. I hated her in Season 1-2 'cause she was just there and in the way most of the time. Plus, she was a bit stuck-up in Season 1, but I like how she changes after Jackson leaving and finding out about the supernatural. I love the way that in Season 4, she's desperate to help the others. (2) Kate. That bitch. If Jennifer is revived, I swear, I'm gonna shit a brick and eat it.
DelReyNa asks: I'm just wondering if we're going to read if she going to feel violated and humiliated and needs Derek to comfort her in a way? Because of the fact that Sindy continuously remain pretty strong during the chapters so far. I'm worried that she'll turn uhhm how do you cal it? Mary Sue, I think?
Lemme just say, THANK YOU for addressing my worst fear ever. :| It was sarcasm, just letting you know that. I woke up to your review and girl. Are you trying to give me a heart attack at 7:30 in the morning? I'm too young for that! And plus, I already have a pounding headache. :c But yeah, my greatest fear is people calling my character a Mary Sue, but the way I see it, I don't really think Sindy is. Yes, she's strong, but there a lots of mentally strong female characters (take Rose from Vampire Academy). There are ways to work around a strong character and not make them perfect. Obviously, it was addressed last chapter that Sindy does have a fear, and I'm hoping on touching it, soon. And also, once Season 3B comes, she won't be as strong as you think...
Priscilla The Ancient One: I don't really get what you're saying...? Because Isaac leaves with Papa Argent. :3
CherryTree230: Thank you!
Princess Aziza: With all the responses, I think I'm gonna wait a bit more before I make a decision that hopefully most will like. :P
Starrheart: I'll try to sneak in that chapter some time soon. And ugh. I understand your predicament completely. :/
BellaDamonLover: Yeah. That's what I'm gonna do. Ugh. Draeden better not be endgame. :c I don't really like Braeden as a love interest for Derek, because the writers seem to want to "put him in his place," but I feel like it's against his nature. :| Sindy's a better balance. (I'm not being biased at ALLLLLLL)
Tori Tris Harper Harkness: Hah. But I think the reason for Derek falling as an Alpha is to introduce Scott as an Alpha, and I kind of have an idea for it all, too. I'm rewatching Teen Wolf with my sister, and... I'm about to watch the episode where Derek and Jennifer have sex. =-=;;
RHatch89: Thank you!
NicoleR85: Thank you! ^^
Guest: Maybe! ^^ But thank you! :D
mgaleaz28: LOOL. It's okay. I'm glad they're your OTP. LOOL.
Lucy Greenhill: Thank you! xoxo
Atlafan1286: Alpha!Derek's my favorite, too. I think I'm gonna go with the route where he falls to a Beta, but when he regains his powers, he'll be an Alpha again. If they don't make Derek an Alpha again, I'm taking matters into my own hands.
StardustForDreamers: I think that's a fairly good point. Gonna take note of it. ^^
Supernatural Creatures Rock100: True. True. You bring out fairly good points. Thank you for taking the time to tell me your full opinion on that. ^^
0netflixme0: Thank you! ^^
MsRose91: Thank you~ :3
Ayase Yuuki: Ooh. Sindy doesn't apologize to Allison. UGH. I'm hoping that chapter will be hilarious! But I don't know yet, exactly. xD
megladon1616: Thank you! :)
The Velvet Ash: LOOL. Okay. Opinion noted. :) And thank you for enjoying that scene! It was hard for me to write. :(
Kaylee100: Hah. Sindy's dad doesn't need to teach Sindy how to use a gun. You'll find out why in the next chapter. ^^ And I LOVE the fact that you freaked out, though I was expecting most of you to remember that it was the episode with Lydia's party. xD I didn't expect so many people to have mini-heart attacks. LOOL.
jennirodz: Hahah~ I thought you guys remembered that it was the hallucination chapter! XD
DelReyNa: That's quite alright. ^^ Thank you for voting! :)
casper6six6: It'll be addressed more in the next chapter than this chapter, because we need plot development. LOOL. Next chapter can be character development. :P
Nerumine: LOOL. You'll have it eventually!
A/N: Don't forget to drop a review and... do whatever you guys do. LOOL. Some of you are probably gonna head over to the Tumblr page, so hopefully I get the pages (yes, pages) up in the next fifteen minutes or so. :) I still need to pick a spoiler scene. ;)