Sorry this has been a while. School is hectic. I can't wait for Thanksgiving Break when I can write to my hearts content.
Thanks for all the favorites, follows, and reviews!
To Colton's Girl: I am so sorry for your loss! Loosing a pet is really hard and I send all the best wishes and thoughts your way! Glad you like the chapter!
To M: No, Stiles and Madison haven't kissed yet. I'm saving the kiss for a certain moment, (which will come before the end of Season 2 so no worries). Yes, in America we do kiss before becoming a couple, I just decided I didn't want it to be that way for Stiles and Madison.
To Susana: I know right! Derek can be such an ass sometimes! Hope you like this chapter.
This chapter is dedicated to jax.1105!
Madison's POV:
Patrick and I ran down into the empty train station, yelling for Raf as we went. As soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs, something large and heavy knocked us down. A wolfed out Erica and Boyd growled in our faces, raising their claws to strike us. I let out a scream as something knocked them off of us. Patrick and I watched as Isaac fought the two, quickly knocking them out. He grabbed their feet, dragging them back to the train cart. We were so entranced with what Isaac was doing, we didn't even notice that Garrett was coming to us. I let out a yelp as Garrett's wolfed out face growled at me. Garrett's unnatural blue eyes pierced my soul and his fangs hovered over my neck.
"Garrett don't!" Patrick yelled, moving to my side. Garrett snapped his teeth at Patrick, making him freeze at our side. "Garrett please, please, please, please," Garrett moved his predatory gaze back to mine.
"Garrett, it's okay. You can do this. You're strong enough to fight. You're not weak," I pleaded as Patrick continued to beg. Garrett's eyes switched back and forth between the two of us as a recognizable glint returned to his eyes. He slowly backed off of me, causing Patrick to pull me into his side.
"You two should go," Garrett's voice growled out unnaturally low. I smiled at him proud that he was able to gain some sort of control, even if his eyes were still glowing.
"We're looking for Derek and Raf. She wasn't at her apartment, so we figured Derek called her here for help," I answered.
"Derek's not here any more. He left to go do something," Isaac answered in an equally unnaturally low voice. His eyes glowed yellow at us, like he too was struggling to keep himself under control.
"Where'd they go?" Patrick asked from behind me.
"Don't know. I'll let them know you were here, but you really should leave. We aren't that much in control," Isaac told us. Garrett's growl only confirmed what he was saying.
"Tell them we're at the police station and know who the Kanima's master is," I yelled over my shoulder as Patrick pulled me up and we ran to the car.
"We should've thought that through better," Patrick panted as he floored it out of the woods.
"Yeah, well we're a little distracted by the fact that Matt is the guy controlling the Kanima. Like what the hell? What motive does he even have?" I brought up, trying to think of an answer.
"He's crazy, bent on revenge for all of these people killing him. What does that even mean?" Patrick asked as we pulled up to the station. Stiles, Scott, and the Sheriff were walking into the building as we pulled up. We quickly got out, running behind them. We didn't say a word as we entered the police station.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," The Sheriff was telling the deputy on guard.
"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered to us. Patrick stood to Stiles right, and I stood on the other side between him and Scott.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, right?" I answered. Stiles face lite up in excitement that someone else was thinking on the same train of thought as him.
"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Scott confirmed.
"Yes. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him," Stiles confirmed.
"Boys, Madison," The Sheriff called our attention to him. We followed him to his office, immediately pulling up the surveillance videos of the hospital.
"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed," The Sheriff complained.
"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay?" Stiles begged. "He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."
"There he is," Patrick pointed to the back of some guy's head that was almost out of the frame for the camera. "Scroll back." We watched as the guy moved backward, closer to the camera.
"He's right. That's him! That's Matt!" Stiles agreed, Scott nodding his head in agreement.
"All I see is the back of someone's head," the Sheriff pointed out. I hummed in agreement.
"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird," Stiles pointed out.
"He's right. I mock the back of that head daily in art class," Patrick confirmed. I glanced at him with a disbelieving face. "What? He's a complete douche to me so I totally get to be one back."
"Are you two crazy?" Sheriff asked.
"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" Stiles asked.
"Derek, Lydia, Garrett, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, me," Patrick listed. Stiles sent him a glare.
"And millions of others, literally," the Sheriff agreed, sounding annoyed.
"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras." We switched to a different view by the door.
"Right there! Stop! Stop! See? There he is again." Stiles pointed out the same back of the head that we had just seen.
"You mean there's the back of his head again," the Sheriff complained.
"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone," Stiles pointed out. I narrowed my eyes, leaning closer.
"Wait…Scott, isn't that your…" I began to ask.
"He's talking to my mom," Scott confirmed. Scott quickly pulled out his phone, dialing his mom's number and putting her on speakerphone. "Hey, mom. Do you to remember someone you talked to on the night that the girl Jessica was murdered?"
"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Ms. McCall asked in annoyance.
"This one's 16. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott listed.
"Yeah, he looks evil," Stiles elaborated, causing me to chuckle and Patrick to smirk.
"Scott, I already talked to the police about this," a tired Melissa complained.
"Okay, Mom. I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you," Scott took a picture of the yearbook photo and sent it to his mother. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah," Melissa confirmed.
"Do you recognize him or remember him?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?" Ms. McCall asked.
"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go," Scott quickly hung up as the Sheriff grabbed a file.
"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," the Sheriff brainstormed.
"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," Stiles listed.
"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed. Says the mechanic was Raf Espinosa," the Sheriff glanced at Patrick and I.
"When?" Patrick asked.
"About an hour before you go there," the Sheriff said, looking at Stiles.
"All right, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what are four?"
"Four's enough for a warrant," the Sheriff said, a small smile on his face. "Scott, call your mom 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's mom in when she gets here."
"On it," Stiles ran out the office door quicker than I had ever seen him move on the lacrosse field. Scott pulled out his phone, calling his mother.
"Message your friend, Raf. See if we can get an eye witness account from her, too," the Sheriff told me. I nodded pulling out my phone and sending a quick text. Worry etched in me a bit as I thought about how we had no idea where Raf was. Where would she have gone?
"Sheriff?" Scott spoke up. I looked to the Sheriff, who was looking at the door of the office in concern. I turned with Scott, watching as Stiles was lead back inside at gunpoint by Matt. Stiles came to a stop beside me, shielding me partially with his body while Patrick moved to do the same. I grabbed Stiles' hand as my heart began to race.
"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Matt nodded rather cockily to the Sheriff. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."
"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are," Matt responded. That dick better not pull the Kanima out in front of the Sheriff.
"I know you don't wanna hurt people," the Sheriff tried to talk him down.
"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You five 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." All our heads snapped to Scott, who looked like someone who had been caught stealing the last piece of pizza. "That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!" Matt yelled. We all grudgingly pulled out our cell phones, tossing them on the Sheriff's table. Matt motioned for us to move with his gun. We all filed out of the room, Patrick hovering behind me as I clung to Stiles' arm. We walked to the holding cells, filing in the room one by one.
"Sit," Matt ordered the Sheriff. The Sheriff obeyed as he threw Stiles a pair of handcuffs. Stiles sighed as he cuffed his dad to the rail post on the wall. "Tighter."
"Do what he says, Stiles," the Sheriff told his son. Stiles sighed louder this time and clicked the cuffs tighter. Matt shoved Stiles back into line with us, forcing us back to the office. We paused in the doorway as we walked, looking in horror at the bloody hallway with three dead or paralyzed officers.
"What are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Patrick asked.
"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it," Matt bragged, giving me a shove to continue down the hallway.
Derek's POV:
Bright whiteness seemed to surround me, numbing my senses.
"Derek…can you hear me?" A male voice I didn't recognize asked.
"Derek! Come on, wake up you fat oaf!" A panicked female voice floated to my ears. It was soft, comforting, and familiar.
"Derek, can you hear me?" The male voice repeated.
"Come on, Der. We need you to answer us," the female voice pleaded. The woman's voice brought a picture of Raf's face to my mind.
"Derek! We don't have much time," the male voice spoke up, before a piercing high-pitched noise overwhelmed my senses. I squeezed my eyes shut, opening them again for the light and noise to be gone. Raf's face was leaning over me, her beautiful face changing from worried to relief as soon as my eyes met her intriguing gray ones. I felt warm her small warm hands on both of my cheeks, one of her thumbs softly rubbing them. Her hair was half-heartedly pulled back, a few strands falling around her face. Her hair, along with her clothes, a large red college football shirt, black sweat pants, large red zip up jacket, and no shoes suggested she ran out of the house last minute. I glanced passed her to the man who was coming into focus. Deaton. I panted as I attempted to sit up, only succeeding with Raf's help.
"That sound. What was it?" I asked, panting as I attempted to regain my strength. Deaton held up a dog whistle and smiled. I scoffed, quickly rushing to stand. I stumbled as I did so, only stopping from falling again by Raf wrapping her arm around my waist. She kept it there, latching onto my belt loop as she helped me stand. I put my arm on her shoulder, liking the way it felt having her tucked into my side like that. I shook my head, looking to the hole in the floor.
"You're gonna be weak for several hours," Deaton told me. I looked at the dried blood on my arms from where Peter had grabbed me. Peter. I looked back to the hole in the floor, remembering how freaky it was to watch him burst from it, how terrified I was that he was going to kill me.
"It actually happened," I spoke up. God, what was Peter going to do. Was he going to try and get his powers back?
"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one," Deaton told me. I ignored the jib and the snort that Raf gave from beside me.
"Where is he?" I asked, hoping to get a straight answer from the man for once.
"I wish I could tell you," Deaton responded, his heartbeat remaining level. I took a fixed my face in a glare, taking a step forward.
"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me?" I demanded, letting go of Raf as I moved forward. Deaton didn't make a move at all.
"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother," Deaton spoke, heart beat level. I looked at him more calculatingly this time.
"You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're a kind of advisor?" I asked.
"She was right. And I have some advice that you 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 gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on you insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him," Deaton warned me.
"I don't trust anyone," I added, somewhere registering in the back of my mind that I sounded like a cocky asshole, the kind I use to hate.
"I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are," I ignored the way that the jib stung. "And unfortunately, the two people you should trust, don't trust you at all." I glanced at Raf, who moved her piercing gaze to the hole in the floor.
"Scott and Raf," I answered.
"Scott's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me…it's going exactly the way he wants it to," Deaton told me. Without another word, he turned, walking away. I stared at Raf as she watched Deaton go. When she turned back around, her face remained hard, but along with her intoxicating berry scent, I could smell a hint of betrayal that had been wafting off her ever since I blew up on her in anger. Guilt coursed threw me as she tilted her head, motioning for me to follow her. Raf was uncharacteristically quiet as we jogged through the forest. I was out of breath by the time we reached the train station, still weak from what Peter had done. Garrett and Isaac were sitting on the floor outside the train car as Boyd and Erica rattled around and growled inside. Guess Garrett finally learned some control. I went to my room, changing my clothes as I listened into the conversation outside.
"Why does it smell like Madison and Patrick in here?" Raf asked.
"They stopped by looking for you. They want you to meet them at the train station. Said something about figuring out who was controlling the Kanima," Isaac's voice growled out.
"Keep watching them. We'll be back later," I ordered, stomping up the stairs to my car, keys in hand. I heard Raf's soft footsteps following behind me. We got in the car, beginning our drive in awkward silence. Raf didn't even attempt to turn on the radio like she normally did. "Sorry."
"For what?" Raf asked in a false voice, turning to look at me with pretend surprise eyes. I growled in frustration. Was she really going to do this? "Growling doesn't work well with apologies."
"I'm sorry for intentionally trying to hurt you like that. I shouldn't have. I was just frustrated that you were siding with Scott. I wanted you on my side for once," I explained through my teeth, feeling uncomfortable having shared so much. I didn't mean to tell her why, but I always seemed to tell her more than what I meant to. Raf didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"I accept you apology, but I haven't forgiven you quiet yet," Raf told me. Disappointment washed through me, but it was no more than what I had expected.
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"Deaton called and said you in trouble at the old Hale house, so I ran there. Deaton was already there trying to wake you when I showed up," Raf answered, moving to turn on the radio.
"How did Deaton know?" I asked. Raf shrugged.
"Don't know, didn't ask," Raf responded as she flipped through the stations before stopping on the rock one.
"So you just came when he asked you to?" I questioned. Raf looked at me like I was stupid.
"Uh, yeah. He said you were in trouble." I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "What? You think because I was pissed off at you that I wouldn't come help you? Just because I was upset doesn't mean I wanted you dead." A happiness spread throughout me like it usually did when I was near Raf, something no one had been able to make me feel after the fire beside Laura. It happened occasionally with Madison as well. "You know, for such smart and intelligent guy, sometimes you can be really thick."
"I can't tell if that was a complement or an insult," I responded as we parked. I couldn't help the smirk that crept onto my face, something that also seemed to be a common occurrence around Raf.
"Eh, it was both really," Raf shrugged.
Fun Fact: You will eventually get to meet Madison's father and find out why they hate him so much.
