So the site decided to be stupid and not let me upload a really long chapter so I split it into two chapters!

Enjoy!


Madison's POV:

Patrick, Scott, and I finished shredding the last bit of evidence as Stiles deleted it from the computer.

"Deleted. And we're done. 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," Stiles sassed. Lights flashed over the window as a car drove up. Ms. McCall.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt spoke up.

"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," Scott begged. The door to the station creaked as it opened.

"If you don't move, now, I'm gonna kill Madison, Patrick, and Stiles first, and then your mom," Matt told him. Patrick pulled me behind him more at the threat. We walked slowly to the door of the office. "Open it."

"Please," Scott tried again to beg.

"Open the door," Matt ordered. We watched as Scott leaned forward, opening the door slowly to reveal Derek standing there. We all let out a collective breath.

"Oh, thank God," Scott spoke of all our relief. Our relief quickly vanished as Derek fell paralyzed to the floor, revealing a half transformed Kanima with its tail wrapped around Raf's neck. Jackson stayed holding Raf in the doorway.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asked, clearly annoyed about the situation.

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

"Abominable snowmen. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal," Stiles sassed. Patrick snorted as I held in a laugh. Jackson moved, his hand shooting out to slice the back of Stiles' neck.

"Hey!" Scott yelled, turning to attack Jackson, but stopping as lifted Raf in the air with his tail, causing her to cough.

"You bitch." Stiles fell to the ground, landing on top of Derek.

"Get him off of me," Derek ground out. Patrick stepped forward to move him off but Matt raised his gun to stop him. Matt was grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. 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," Matt sassed. "I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

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

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles muffled voice said into Derek's shoulder. The corner of Raf's mouth twitched in amusement. The sound of a car pulling up drew all of our attention.

"Is that her?" Matt asked in disbelief. I glanced at Scott, who shared a worried look with me. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her.

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles spoke loudly, drawing our attention to him. Matt grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt, yanking him off Derek and laying him on his back. Matt quickly put his foot on Stiles' neck, pressing down with his foot. Stiles face turned red as he chocked and sputtered for air.

"This work better for you?" Matt growled. I jerked forward, but Patrick's hand shot out, jerking me back into him. Raf kicked her feet, growling as she tried to get free.

"Hey, just stop! Stop!" Scott pleaded with him.

"Then do what I tell you to," Matt growled.

"Okay. All right," Scott quickly agreed. Matt glared at him as he continued to step on Stiles' throat.

"Stop! Please!" I yelled out. Matt glared at me for a second before finally lifting his foot. Stiles coughed and gasped for air.

"You, take them in there. Paralyze her, too," Matt ordered Jackson. I heard Raf gasp as she was no doubt nicked with his tail before she was tossed down in between Stiles and Derek. "You three," Matt motioned to Scott, Patrick, and I. "Come with me." We wordlessly followed Matt out into the lobby right as Ms. McCall walked in.

"Mom?" Scott called for her attention. Ms. McCall let out a long sigh, still not looking over at us.

"You scared me, where is every…" She paused as she looked over to the three of us, Matt pointing a gun at our heads.

"Mom, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you," Scott told her.

"He's right," We turned to look at Matt as he spoke up. Before anyone could react, Matt fired twice, shooting Scott and Patrick in the sides. Melissa and I both screamed.

"Stiles! Scott! Madison! Patrick! What happened?" I distantly heard the Sheriff yell from the back. I ignored him as I helped Patrick over to the bench. He winced as he stared at his side.

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt any of you," Matt told us. I pressed my hands over Patrick's wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Wait, baby!" Melissa moved forward to go to Scott.

"Back, back!" Matt growled, pointing the gun at Melissa.

"Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!" Scott panicked from where he sat on the ground. Melissa got a glint in her eyes, like she wasn't going to listen.

"I said get back," Matt told her, still pointing the gun at her.

"Scott," Melissa whimpered.

"Mom, do it. Please, Mom," Scott begged her. Melissa took a deep breath as she took a step back.

"Get up, McCall. You too, Elliott," Matt ordered us. I opened my mouth to protest, but Patrick shook his head. I helped him stand, letting him lean on me.

"Matt! Matt, listen to me!" The Sheriff's voice came from the back.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Matt yelled, showing signs of his slipping sanity. "Everybody shut the hell up! Now, get up, or I shoot her next!" I stuck my free hand out to Scott, pulling him up to standing. We shuffled to the back.

"Why the hell did you shoot them?" I growled as I helped my panting brother to the back room.

"They'll heal," Matt rolled his eyes at me.

"Scott will, but he wont." I hissed. Matt looked at me in confusion before a dawning look came over his face.

"Oh, it was the other brother. Whoops. I always get those two mixed up," Matt sent me a smirk. I growled, intending to go and punch him, but Patrick gripped my shoulder tighter as Matt raised the gun to my own head. "Sit him down next to the Sheriff."

"Oh my God," the Sheriff breathed out. I helped Patrick slowly sit down next to the Sheriff, his head flopping back against the wall as he bit his lip to hold in a painful groan.

"Cuff him next to the Sheriff," Matt threw me a pair of handcuffs as he moved Melissa into the cell.

"Fuck you," I snapped, throwing the cuffs back at Matt. Matt glared at me, raising the gun to the Sheriff's head. I glared back, raising my hands to accept the cuffs as Matt threw them back.

"I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say fuck," Patrick breathed out, releasing a small chuckle that ended quickly with a hiss of pain. Sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

"Please, they need to see a doctor," Melissa begged, tears streaking down her face. I put my hands back on Patrick's wound as I tried to stop the bleeding. Patrick was looking paler by the second.

"You think so?" Matt asked.

"Hey! Hey, you listen to me!" The Sheriff stood up, raising his voice as he tried to talk to Matt.

"It's all right. I'm okay," Scott told them, trying to keep anyone else from getting shot.

"No, honey, you're not okay," Melissa cried.

"It doesn't hurt, Mom," Scott told her.

"Cause that's the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me…let me just take a look at both of them, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding," Melissa begged.

"They have no idea, do they?" Matt asked, his voice on hysterics.

"Please. Let me just take a quick look," Melissa begged.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Matt yelled, twitching and pacing nervously. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

"Okay," Melissa said quietly, taking a step back from the cell bars.

"Back to the front, McCall, Elliott," Matt snapped. I glanced at Patrick, looking at his extra pale and clammy face.

"I'll be okay. Just don't get yourself shot," Patrick mumbled, sending me a pitiful excuse for a smile. I grabbed his free hand, putting it over his wound.

"Keep pressure," I ordered. Patrick gave a small nod. Matt yanked me to him by the back of my dress, putting the gun to my back.

"After you," Matt stared pointedly at Scott. We walked back into the room where Derek, Stiles, and Raf were on the floor paralyzed. Raf's nostrils flared as she let lose a growl.

"You shot Patrick!" Raf bit out. Matt sent her a cocky smirk.

"The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?" Scott asked, pulling me away from Matt and his gun.

"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book," Matt yelled at us. Bestiary?

"What? What book?" Scott asked.

"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing," Matt yelled at us.

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

"I need answers," Matt muttered, shuffling back and forth nervously.

"Answers to what?" Scott demanded.

"To this." Matt lifted up the side of his shirt, showing us scales like Jackson's beginning to ripple up his side. My eyes grew large in surprise. "Come on Scott, I need your phone. Watch her." Matt and Scott walked out of the room as I kneeled next to Stiles.

"You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered to Derek and Raf. Derek and Raf's eyes met for a second.

"I know the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this," Derek answered.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Universe balances things out. Always does," Raf answered, whispering as her eyes flickered to Jackson.

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked.

"Killing people himself," Derek muttered.

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?" I asked, trying to clarify what was running through my head.

"Yeah, balance," Raf whispered in confirmation.

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?" Stiles asked.

"Not likely," Derek answered honestly.

"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?" Stiles asked. Did we really have to ask that question?

"Yep," Derek agreed. Stiles let out a sigh at the confirmation.

"All right, so what do we do?" I asked, glancing at Jackson. "Do we just sit here and wait to die?"

"Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process," Derek answered.

"What? Oh, what are you doing?" Stiles groaned. I glanced at Derek's leg to see he had buried his claws in his thigh. "Oh gross."

"Why don't you get Madison to stab you in the arm or something," Raf whispered. Derek sighed.

"If you can find something, yeah," Derek told me. I looked at the scissors sitting on top of the Sheriff's desk. I stood up to get it, but stopped when Jackson hissed at me.

"That would be a negative on the scissor's," I whispered, slowly moving back to a crouch.

"So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked.

"I think so. I can move my toes," Derek answered. Stiles let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes.

"Dude, I can move my toes," Stiles responded. Raf snorted as I gave a small smile. Matt came walking back into the room with a purpose. We stayed silent, watching to see what he would do.

"Where's Scott?" I asked, but he ignored me. Worry pooled in my stomach for my friend. My worry instantly switched for Raf as Matt straddled her, sitting down on top of his waist. "What are you doing?" Matt ignored me as he used the gun to caress down the side of Raf's face. Raf cringed, trying to turn her face, but she was still paralyzed. Derek growled loudly. Deciding to risk it, I stood quickly tackling Matt off of Raf. Matt and I rolled across the room. When we stopped rolling, he turned to look at me, a face full of fury. I held my breath as I waited for Matt to shoot or the Kanima to attack me. The lights went out in an instant.

"What is that? What's going on?" Matt spoke loudly as lights flashed in the halls and a siren went off.

"I-I don't know," I stammered. Matt rammed into me as he passed, heading to look out the windows in the lobby. Rapid gunfire sounded as well as the sound of shattering glass. Jackson walked out of the office to stand in the doorway. We watched as smoke began billowing into the station. Suddenly, Scott was there, throwing Jackson to the side. Derek slowly began to stand.

"Take him! Go!" Derek yelled as Scott yanked Stiles into a standing position. I looked down to a still paralyzed Raf.

"How bad is Patrick?" She asked. The look on my face must have answered her, because she took a deep breath. "Leave me. Come back after you have Patrick all safely tucked away." I hesitated for a second. "Go!" I jumped up, running out the door and down the hallway toward Patrick. I was stopped in my tracks as an arrow whizzed by my head, missing the tip of my nose by a hair. I turned, looking to Allison.

"What the hell?" I yelled. Allison looked at me with stone cold eyes, no remorse or feeling in them.

"Where are Raf and Derek? I know you know where they are," Allison asked in a monotone voice.

"Why don't you tell me whose side you're on and I'll think about it," I responded, studying Allison and her mannerisms. Allison raised her loaded crossbow so that it was pointed at my leg.

"I'm going to count to three," Allison threatened, an edge to her voice. I scoffed at her.

"I knew you'd go back. You're too weak to make decisions for yourself. You let anyone that has a brain of their own manipulate you to do there bidding." Allison bristled at my words and raised her crossbow to my head. "Go ahead. I'd rather die than tell you where my family is." Allison seemed to hesitate at my words for a second, but that was all I needed. I ducked, running forward and tackling her right as she let loose an arrow. I grunted as we collided with the floor. "I should join the football team if I'm gonna be tackling this much," I muttered to myself. Allison flipped us over. I was too slow in lifting my arms to block and she punched me across the jaw. My head rang but I quickly lifted my arms, blocking her other blows. I heaved us over, punching her twice in the head before I jumped up.

"Just tell me where they are Madison!" Allison yelled at me as she stood up. Instead of responding, I faked a kick to her leg and kicked her in the stomach when she went to block her leg. Allison fell to the ground, clutching her stomach.

"Never. Unlike you, I know a little thing about loyalty," I marched past her, continuing on my way to the cell room. I could hear growling and hissing inside. I crouched low on the ground, looking around the corner as I watched the fight take place. Derek was fighting the Kanima. Melissa was still in the cell, but at least she was safe there. The Sheriff seemed to be knocked out on the floor, and Patrick…Patrick was passed out on the bench, deathly pale, and his shirt soaked with blood. God, he better be passed out. I glanced at the other corner, seeing Stiles lying on the ground, watching everyone. I rushed around the corner to him. "How the hell did you get out here? You can't even walk," I whispered.

"The force," Stiles whispered back, continuing to watch the scene. I rolled my eyes. "Help me sit up." I grunted as I helped Stiles so that he was leaning back against the wall. When we looked back into the room, Derek and the Kanima had left, but Scott was revealing himself to his mother. "Shit." Melissa backed away horrified from Scott. Scott ran out of the room after Derek.

"Derek, get Raf and the two of you get out of here." I spoke using a normal voice, hoping he would hear me. I slung one of Stiles' arms over my shoulder, half dragging him into the cell room.

"Melissa, are you ok?" Stiles panted as he stumbled to the cells, grabbing the keys from the wall. I went straight to Patrick, checking his neck for a pulse. I couldn't find one. That was one of the places that they were hard to find. I placed my head to his chest, tuning out the noise around me as I listened for his heartbeat.

"I can't hear his heart," I whispered. I could hear Stiles and Melissa talking behind me, something about the Sheriff and him being ok. "I can't hear his heartbeat," I spoke a little louder. Stiles and Melissa stopped talking. Melissa rushed over, placing her hand over the wound. "I-I can't hear his heartbeat."

"It's ok. He's alive. A faint pulse but it's there. Stiles go call an ambulance. Now!"


Raf's POV:

I waited with baited breath as I listened to the sounds around me. I was starting to be able to make my fingers twitch. I heard footsteps down the hallway. Please don't be Matt or Jackson. Please don't be Matt or Jackson. Derek rushed into the room. I let out a large breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"Thank God," I breathed out. Derek didn't say a word as he walked over, scooping me up bridle style. "Where's Madison?"

"With Patrick, Stiles, and Melissa. They're safe. Matt and the Kanima fled. We need to get out of here before more police show or the Argents find us," Derek told me, shifting my head so that it was on his shoulder instead of hanging there like a dead persons. We paused at a hallway, Scott's voice catching our attention.

"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this," Scott hissed to someone.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that," Gerard's voice answered. I sneaked in a small breath as Derek stiffened his stance.

"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…" Scott listed all of his betrayals.

"And leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!" Gerard answered. We stayed frozen in place until Scott had passed by us, not even noticing that we were standing there, still as obtuse as ever. I was buried in my thoughts, barely even noticing as Derek buckled me into his car.

"H-he had to have a reason," I whispered. The car was deathly silent and awkward, but I didn't move a muscle, too wrapped up in the betrayal.

"Shut up," Derek growled through his clenched teeth. He made a turn for my apartment.

"No. Take me to the station with you." Derek looked at me in confusion out of the corner of his eye. "I'm gonna take Garrett to the hospital for Patrick. I need to make sure that Garrett will stay under control, and that Madison is ok…I should call their mom…" Derek didn't answer but he drove toward the station anyways. I lifted my arms some, realizing that I had feeling back in them and was beginning to get control of my legs again. "We'll figure this out together. Don't worry. There has to be a reason."

"I said shut up!" Derek snapped. I glared at him. He ignored me and continued his insanely fast driving. I punched him in the arm. Derek growled but still didn't turn to look at me. I punched him again, adding in a few slaps. Derek growled, shooting out an arm to grab both my wrists. "What are you doing?"

"Stop being an ass," I snapped. Derek let out a huff as he released my hands. "Stop acting like you're alone and that everyone's against you. You're not alone." It was silent for the rest of the ride. As Derek pulled up to the abandoned station, he put the car in park.

"Thank you," Derek said quietly, sounding actually genuine. I stayed quiet for a second, sending him a small smile.

"How'd those words taste coming out of your mouth?" I teased. Derek rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips turning up as he turned off the car and got out. "What, not gonna carry me inside there, too? My legs are still numb with laziness!"


Fun Fact: Since I don't know how Season 5 and now 6 (YES A SEASON 6!) will be, I am skeptical as to how I will take the story around that time. Just so y'all can share in my worries.