A/N: Part 1 of 2! Fury was one of my favorite episodes because I really loved Matt's character, so I hope I do some justice with this chapter. Please review because I've been lacking some inspiration lately :/ And how about that second teen wolf episode? Can you say WHOA? Cora and Derek. OMG!
Chapter Thirty Eight:
Enemy Lines (Part 1)
Chapter Song: Pumped up Kicks (B.C Dubstep Remix) by Foster The People
Was it possible to have a semi headache? Because if it wasn't, I could prove that theory wrong. My head felt clear, actually for the first time in a while. But at the same time, I had a horrible aching in my head. It was the kind that made you feel like your brain was about to explode. It was like when you didn't want to open your eyes because with any notion of light, you'd feel sick. Quietly, almost silently, I groaned. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and took a deep breath while coming out of unconsciousness. When I breathed in, I could detect the overwhelming scent of mold and dust in the air. It clogged my lungs. My eyes flickered open and focused on a figure hovering over me. I was in somewhat darkness, so it was safe to say I was safe from my head exploding from light exposure. My vision focused on the figure and recognized him as Dr. Deaton. What was he doing here? Actually…where was here?
"Katherine, are you okay?" He urgently asked, backing away so I had room to breathe. Slowly sitting up, I realized I was on the dusty floor of the Hale house. How'd I get here? My eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken; it looked like a bomb had gone off.
"He's alive." I gasped, guessing from the scene in front of me. "What did I do?" I asked Deaton, who looked tense.
"I'm not quite sure." He shook his head. A few feet away laid an unconscious Derek. He was bleeding, bruised, and torn up. What had happened to him?
"Oh my God, Derek." I hastily crawled over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders and lightly shaking him. I began searching for a pulse on his wrist, then his neck.
"Derek. Derek!" He wouldn't answer, "Derek, wake up." I tried to coax him out of his sleep. Deaton crouched beside me and went searching through his pocket and grabbed a silver object, putting it to his mouth. A quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open with a gasp.
"That—that sound. What was it?" Derek weakly tried to sit up. I helped him. Deaton held up a dog whistle with a smile on his face. Derek snorted a sarcastic laugh. He stood up to soon, almost falling over but thankfully he had Deaton to catch him and get him steady on his feet.
"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you." He let go of Derek's shoulders and lent down a hand to help me up. I put a hand to my temple to stop the pulsating headache I was acquiring. I couldn't remember anything. It hurt to think. Derek was heavily breathing, looking at his forearm…why was he looking there?
"It actually happened." He realized.
"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one." Deaton commented.
"What did you do?" He asked me, spiteful anger laced in his words.
"I don't know." That was the truth. I didn't. Every once in a while I would get a sudden flash of half of a second of a scene, but whole scenes would never snap together into brilliant clarity before my eyes. The events of last night? Complete blanks. It was like getting a few random screen grabs from a ninety-minute movie and trying to make sense of the entire plot. I couldn't remember much. I was at Lydia's party, I remembered seeing Scott for half a second but after that was a blank slate. I did remember having some strange hallucination of Kate Argent and myself, but was that before or after I saw Scott?
"Where is he?" Derek wondered.
"I don't know."
"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here. And why you're helping me?" Derek stepped forward, making a failing attempt to frighten Deaton.
"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life." Deaton said with a straight face. "Helping you, was a promise I made to your mother. Even your mother." Deaton looked at me. Mine?
"You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're, uh, some kind of advisor."
"She was right. And I was some advice that you both need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's going to come at you. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, praying on your insecurities—"
"Like that hasn't happened before." I scoffed, shooting that mainly to Derek.
"He'll tell you he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."
"I don't trust anyone." Derek retorted with a smile.
"I know. And if you did you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately the one of the people you should trust doesn't trust you at all."
"Scott."
"And the other person you should trust, you don't right now." He was referring to me. Derek and I glared to each other for a moment and then looked away.
"You need to find Scott. You need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a loooong time. He always has a plan. And something tells me it's going exactly the way he wants it to." With that, Deaton turned on his heal. I didn't know whether he left or not, I was to busy trying to get recollections of last night. And it wasn't happening.
"My phone. Where's my phone?" I realized, after hearing a ding come from my dress. My hands touching my sides in search of the beeping phone. Reaching into the side pocket of my skintight dress, I took out the phone and saw a large amount of missed calls from Scott and Stiles. I didn't bother listening to the voicemails; I went straight to the one text I had received from Scott when the party was still up and running.
"Oh my God." My heart sunk into my stomach. The words escaped my mouth but I had hardly felt it. I was sent into a state of shock. My fingers tingled and my head began spinning. I read the text for the umpteenth time, it still not having time to sink in.
"What?" Derek asked. I looked up to him, a hard lump forming in my throat.
"It's Matt." Derek's brows furrowed, he was to confused to get what I was talking about. "The Kanima master. It's Matt." The words tasted like poison leaving my mouth. Matt. Matt Daehler.
"How do you know?" Derek roughly asked. I didn't hear him; I was still staring at the text with my lips slightly parted and unnoticeably trembling. "Katherine! How do you know?" Derek repeated in a deeper voice, trying to catch my attention once more.
"Scott. He texted me last night, but…but I don't remember getting it. I never saw it."
"Where are they?" Derek growled, in demand for an answer.
"I don't—" I was interrupted by an incoming call from Scott's phone. I stared at it for a second before picking it up.
"Scott?" I answered. The only thing that came from the other line was a click. I retracted my phone, looking at the screen. He had hung up before he had said anything. Bad connection, maybe? I shot him off a quick texted asking if he called. "I don't know where they are. They never said. Last I saw them was at Lydia's party but, God I don't even know when the last time that was." I shook my head in disbelief. "No, there's got to be a mistake." I couldn't even look at Derek my eyes were glued to the floor behind him.
"There's no mistake. They found him. That was the last part we needed to solve this. And now we're going to end it." My eyes shot up at him.
"Derek," I paused, "he was my friend." My voice cracked.
"Not anymore." He growled. My phone buzzed in my hand. Need you to come down to the police station. We need to testify against Matt.
"They need me at the station to testify against Matt. Sherriff Stilinski needs proof. Drive me? I know I'm the one who owes you for whatever I did last night, but please. My car's outside, I'm just to shocked to drive." Derek nodded and we were off after Derek quickly changed his bloody and tattered clothes and he let me do the same at my place. If I was still in clothes from Lydia's party, people were going to ask questions. And that was the last thing we needed now.
"…and one way if dialing someone on your cell phone like McCall is doing." Matt realized, seeing Scott's fingers on his jean pocket. "That, that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!" Matt screamed, pointing the gun from the three to the table. Sherriff Stilinski, Stiles, and Scott all tossed their phones on the desk. Scott's phone buzzed on the desk, catching Matt's attention. The distraught, emotionally wrecked teen walked over to the desk, picking up the cell phone and staring at the screen.
"Ah, figures. She's the one you call. And you told her the big news! " He stared at the text from sender 'Kat Hemmings'. "Fine. You want to involve her, then so be it." Matt began typing off a quick message, pretending to be Scott.
Derek pulled my parents SUV up to the police station and I quickly unbuckled, getting out of the car and telling Derek that I'd be back in a minute.
"Wait." Derek stopped me.
"What?" I asked in a terribly annoyed tone. I didn't have time for any of his useless questions pertaining Peter. I was much to concerned with the Matt problem.
"I smell blood." His body tensed.
"It's probably you! You're still healing; you had blood on your skin. Everywhere."
"Katherine, wai—" I slammed the door shut without another word and rushed into the station. When I opened the front door, it seemed quieter than usual. Pamela wasn't in her usual position at the front desk; she was probably on her coffee break. Figures.
"Scott? Stiles?" I called loudly to get someone's attention. Something didn't feel right. The typical smell of hazelnut coffee was replaced by something metallic. Behind the front desk, something was lightly scratching against the floor. Were the boys playing games with me? I was in no mood for this. Walking around the front desk to investigate, I stopped at the gruesome sight in front of me. Pamela was on the floor, her eyes open and lifeless. Her uniform was ripped apart and bloody. She wasn't breathing. My breath hitched in my throat and then it became heavy and labored. I didn't even think to scream out for help, I didn't even think to move. My body was shaking. The front door of the station opened and in came Derek; though I never took my eyes off Pamela's dead body I could tell it was him. The Kanima was here…somewhere. Did Scott and Stiles know? My sneakers squeaked against the polished linoleum as I tried to slowly back away from the scene. I looked up to meet Derek's gaze but my widening eyes fell on the figure behind him.
Jackson.
Half in his lizard form, his skin was scaly and green. Before I could warn the uptight Alpha, Jackson swiped his claws over the back of Derek's neck, paralyzing him. I rushed over to go help him but Jackson caught him instead, waving a scaly finger in my face. He grabbed Derek and I both and began forcing us towards the back and to a closed door. Derek was literally dragged while I had to force my pace to keep up with Jackson so I didn't fall. As usual, Derek had an unreadable expression on his face, and for once I did too. I felt betrayed. I was still taking the fact that Matt was the Kanima master all in. After letting go of my arm, Jackson made it look as if Derek was standing up on his own. The door swung open, Scott, Stiles, and Matt waiting on the other side.
"Oh, thank God." Scott let out a breath of relief when he saw Derek beside me. Jackson let go of his hold on the Alpha and Derek fell on his back with a loud thump. Jackson was revealed behind Derek and he forcefully pushed me forward into the room.
"Fancy seeing you here." Matt maniacally smirked. His glare made my throat feel dry. My heart broke in pieces. My friend, my own friend was pointing a gun at me.
"You sent the text." I realized with a defeated sigh.
"Smart girl." Matt moved over so he was leaning over a paralyzed Derek.
"This is the one controlling him? This kid." Derek judged, using very little facial expressions.
"Well Derek, not everyone is lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh yeah! That's—that's right! I've learned a few things lately." Matt said with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Werewolves, hunters, unturned psychotic Alpha's, kanima's, it's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you Stiles. What do you turn into?" Please don't say something sarcastic or witty, please don't say something sarcastic or witty!
"An abominable snowman, but it's more of like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal." Matt looked at Stiles suspiciously, finally motioning his head over to Jackson. Jackson raised a hand, slicing his claws through the back of Stiles' neck.
"B-biiitch." Stiles mumbled out as his body crumbed and went numb, landing him on top of Derek. Damn it, Stiles, learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes!
"Get him off of me." Derek said through his teeth.
"Oh I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair. Better than you two over there." Ouch Matt, that hurt. Not. "It must kinda suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet your not used to feeling this helpless."
"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch!" Stiles' words were muffled from his mouth being pressed against Derek's shirt. Matt 's attention was focused on me.
"What?" I barked. Matt just stared at me with a smile. "Are you gonna say something? Anything? Or are you just gonna stare at me."
"I'd watch your tone with me, Katherine. I'm surprised. You're usually so nice to me." Matt pointed the barrel of the gun towards me.
"What you think this is the first time I've had a gun pointed at me before?" I sarcastically asked.
"No," Matt paused and a smile danced on his lips, "but it'll be the last." My heart sank from my stomach to the floor. The Matt I knew was gone. I didn't know the one standing in front of me. He was a total stranger.
"You know, Katherine, I thought we had something. The way we were dancing at the winter formal, but then you left. You disappeared!" Matt yelled.
"I couldn't help it, I was kidnapped!" I retorted.
"I still thought we had something afterwards. You know, you treated me differently. You were nicer to me, even nicer than you were to these two dumbasses over here. I felt something for you. Even for Allison."
"We were friends Matt." I gritted through my teeth. "And now you're pointing a gun at me? You wouldn't do this. Let's just forget all of this ever happened and go home. Matt, this isn't you. I know you, and you're not like this." I thought I'd get through to the teen, I really did. He had a look on his face, his facial muscles had relaxed the slightest bit, and it gave me the slightest bit of hope. That is, until his muscles tightened right back up and his face scrunched up in hatred.
"You don't know how wrong you are." Matt had flown off the deep end. Before I had the chance to cry out and shake his shoulders until the old Matt came out and realized how crazy all this was, I heard the sound of a large boom go off, almost like the sound of fireworks. The next thing I know I heard Scott yelling, Stiles making a failed attempt to move, and Derek growling. My hands flew to my right side as I felt a burning pain begin to form. My fingers grazed over the side and came back with bloody tips. All the color drained from my face.
Matt shot me.
Shot could have been the word to use, but the better one would have been grazed. The bullet had grazed my side, and there was no doubt it had gone somewhat deep. But thank god it wasn't as bad as a normal bullet wound.
"Next time, that goes through your head." He threatened. I was about to topple onto my knees from the pain I was in, but Jackson had grabbed my arm tightly and held me up.
"Matt, what the hell?" Scott screamed.
"Shut up, McCall!" Matt's screech shook my bones. He opened his mouth to speak again but a pair of headlights hitting the window cut him off.
"Is that her?" Matt asked Scott in a taunting voice. He flashed me an 'I-know-something-you-don't' smirk. The two knew exactly who it was, though I was left in the dark of the person's identity. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Who was her? Allison?
"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles screamed. Matt reached down and grabbed Stiles' by the fabric of his plaid shirt and yanked him off Derek, placing him on his back on the cold floor. Matt proceeded to press his foot down onto Stiles' throat and stop his breathing. Seeing Stiles being suffocated stopped all the pain I was in, all my focus went on helping my best friend. I tried to reach forward and help Stiles but Jackson held me back. "Is this better for you?" Matt asked as Stiles' face turned red and he began choking.
"Matt, stop!" I screamed.
"Just stop!" Scott yelled.
"Then do what I tell you." Matt snapped.
"Okay!" Scott blurted out without another thought. "Alright." Scott almost immediately spoke once again as Matt didn't move to get off Stiles' throat.
"Matt, stop! He said he'd do it, get off!" I yelled, tears were threatening to spill. Matt looked at me with hatred and finally took his shoe off. Stiles went into a coughing fit.
"You," Matt looked to Jackson, "take them in there. You," Matt looked at Scott, "with me." Matt looked at me. "You too." He pulled me from Jackson's grip and dragged me out of the room, Scott trailing in front. We went down the hallway Jackson earlier had dragged us through and stopped at its entrance. Matt pushed me in front so I was standing next to Scott.
"Mom?" Scott called, trying to act normal.
"Oh, you scared me. Where is every—" Melissa McCall's voiced trailed off when her eyes met her son and her, basically, daughter held at gunpoint. You could see the fear grow in her eyes. Her own son was getting a gun held to him! And me, she's known me since I was little, now I was getting a gun held to me for no apparent reason. Noticing the bloody wound on my side made her eyes bug out more than they were before.
"Mom," Scott tried to say calmly, "just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."
"He's right," Matt added from in back of us. Scott and I both turned around. It all happened so fast it took me a second to catch up. Matt pulled back the trigger and shot Scott in the abdomen. The shrieks of Melissa and I filled the station. Matt didn't purposely graze Scott like he did to me, he put a bullet through his body. Sheriff Stilinski began screaming for Scott and Stiles. Wait, where was he?
"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Matt took a few steps forward and looked down to a bleeding Scott. "Next one goes through you again." Matt latched onto my arm tightly, making me uncomfortable.
"Wai—" Melissa took a few steps forward.
"Back! Back!" Matt yelled, pointing the gun at her and rushing both of us forward at her.
"Mom! Mom! Stop! Mom!" Scott put pressure down on his wound. I wasn't worried for him that he was shot, there was no doubt he could already feel the skin healing over the bullet. What I was worried about, was how he was going to explain that to his mom when it healed.
"I said, get back." Matt slowly warned, his crazed eyes watering.
"Scott," She whimpered.
"Melissa, please." I quietly pleaded. She nodded, tears dripping down her face as she retreated backwards.
"Get up, McCall." Matt demanded.
"Matt, Matt listen to me!" Sherriff Stilinski's voice echoed throughout the station. Where had Matt put him?
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt roared. "Everybody shut the hell up!" The gun clutched in Matt's hand was being waved around, I was afraid he was so emotionally unstable he'd shoot it off without noticing. Matt was hyperventilating, turning his head from Scott to Melissa, then back to Scott again.
"Now get up or I shoot both of them next!" He pointed to the gun from my temple to Melissa. Scott, believing Matt's threats, listened. The crazed psycho dragged us into the cell room where we found Sheriff Stilinski handcuffed to an object on the wall.
"Katherine." Sheriff Stilinski disappointedly realized I was here too. I looked down to the floor as Matt pulled me into the room and finally let me go to take care of Melissa.
"Please, he needs to see a doctor." Melissa pleaded as Matt locked her in a holding cell.
"You think so?" Matt cocked his head, looking at Scott's mother.
"Hey, hey you listen to me!" Sherriff Stilinski threatened, pointing a finger in Matt's face.
"It's alright! I'm okay!" Scott intervened.
"No honey, you're not okay." Melissa whimpered.
"Melissa, trust me, he's okay." I tried to persuade her. The last thing we needed her worrying about was her son dying.
"It doesn't hurt mom."
"Cause that's the adrenaline. Please just, please let me take a look at him, okay? I mean I can help stop the bleeding."
"They have no idea, do they?" Matt taunted in a terrifyingly psychotic voice.
"Matt, not here. Not now." I growled. This wasn't the time. Melissa was still babbling on, crying how she wanted to help Scott and look at the wound.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt ended in a scream. "Lady if you keep talking I'm going to put the next bullet through his head. Then her head." Matt gritted his teeth together.
"Okay." Melissa agreed with a nod.
"Back to the front McCall, you too Hemmings." He wouldn't even call me by my first name now. Scott and I looked at each other and began walking, Matt trailing behind us with his gun. We came back to the room where Stiles and Derek both laid motionless on the floor. Matt jabbed the gun into my back, pushing me forward
"The evidence is gone. Why don't you go?"
"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book!" Matt snapped.
"Wha—what book?" Scott stammered.
"The bestiary!" Wait, what? He knew?
"Not just the few pages, I want the entire thing."
"Hate to break it to you, but we don't have it. It's Gerard's." I notified.
"What do you want it for anyways?" Scott asked.
"I need answers."
"Answers to what?" Scott yelled.
"To this!" Matt pulled up his shirt to reveal his side, covered in Kanima skin. Scott, Stiles, and my eyes grew to the sizes of baseballs. Matt was turning into the Kanima! How was that even possible?
"Matt…" I whispered.
"I want the book!" He yelled.
"We can help you. Without the book." I lied with a strong voice. There was no doubt Derek could hear my heart skip a beat.
"How?"
"It's hard to explain. But if you let us go, I'll take you to Derek's or Deaton's…and we can help you." Every word that came out of my mouth was another risk to get shot, this time the bullet going through my body. Matt took a step closer to me, his blue eyes staring down at me. He cocked his head, a small smile forming on his chapped lips. I stood tall with confidence, appearing that the words I had just told him were the truth.
He didn't believe it.
I found myself being pushed to the cold, hard ground. One of my hands impacted the fall while the other was clutching my bullet wound as I landed on my uninjured side. Well, that was going to leave a bruise in the morning.
"Now, McCall." Matt ordered.