I squeezed my eyes shut as he walked past us and for a moment, everything was silent.
I heard running footsteps and panicked as I saw someone running toward me. It was Deaton.
"Sam, are you okay?", he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, kneeling down to me.
"I-", I looked around and my eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken almost like someone had planted an explosive. It didn't look like someone had emerged out of the hole.
Peter's alive. I touched my side where the bite was and lifted my shirt to see the scar had faded. It wasn't completely gone which reassured me, but still.
I looked at Derek's fallen body and teared up.
"What did I do?", I whimpered, crawling over to him and shaking him. Deaton walked over to us. "I'm not quite sure.", he placed his fingers on Derek's pulse.
"He's alive.", he said and pulled out a small metal whistle. "What's that for?", I asked.
Once he put it to his mouth, a quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open as he gasped, covering his ears.
"That—that sound. What was it?", Derek weakly asked as I helped him up. Deaton held up the dog whistle with a smile on his face.
Derek, unamused, immediately stood, almost falling over. Deaton and I had to catch and steady him.
"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you.", Deaton warned. He let go of Derek's shoulders and Derek looked down at his arm that was slowly healing.
"It actually happened.", he spoke in realization.
"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one.", Deaton said.
Derek turned to me, angry. "What did you do?" I backed away. "I don't know." I looked away, trying to remember. I was at Lydia's party, I remembered seeing Scott for half a second but after that was it. "The last thing I remember was talking to Scott and I found his phone. I heard your voicemail and I was gonna go and find him and then that was it. Now I'm here."
"Where is he?", Derek asked. I shrugged. "I can't– I can't hear him or feel him. I always felt this pressure when he was about to do something or whenever he was around in general. Now I don't feel it."
Derek huffed before turning to Deaton, stepping to him to scare the older man. "Then how about you tell me what you're doing here. And why you're helping me?"
"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." He turned to me. "Even your mother."
My eyes widened. "What…?" Mom knows about stuff like this…?
Derek's eyes widened in recollection. "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're, uh, some kind of advisor."
"She was right. And I have 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, he's cunning. He's going to come at you. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, praying on your insecurities—"
"I wouldn't be surprised.", I muttered.
"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 rolled my eyes.
"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.", Deaton said, glancing at me. Derek looked at me, but I couldn't meet his eyes.
"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.", Deaton says, leaving.
I sighed, turning away from Derek and digging into my pocket for my phone. My eyes widened at the multiple notifications. One stuck out more than the others as I looked at the text Scott sent me.
"Holy shit.", I mutter. Derek walked up to me. "What?"
"Matt. Matt's the master.", I say, and saw a text from Stiles. "You gotta come to the station. Need to testify against Matt"
I frowned, putting away my phone and running out of the house. Derek followed behind, getting me in his car.
After being dressed in better clothes, we walked inside the station. It was eerily quiet and it bothered me so much.
I looked over at Derek, as he was just as on edge.
"Scott? Stiles?" I called loudly to get someone's attention. The station was usually bombarded with the smell of coffee and as much as I hated it, I preferred it over the metallic smell that entered my nose.
I walked over to the front desk and saw the receptionist slumped on the wall, bloody and lifeless.
"Shit…", I covered my mouth.
I backed away and heard a grunt behind me. Spinning around, I saw Jackson holding Derek with a clawed finger over his mouth to tell me to be quiet.
Derek was paralyzed and I definitely could've been next.
He grabbed Derek and I both and began forcing us towards the back and to a closed door. Derek was literally dragged while Jackson dragged me along by my arm.
After letting go of me, Jackson placed Derek in front as if he was standing up on his own. The door swung open, revealing 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 older male and Derek fell on his back. Jackson pushed me forward into the room.
I frowned, seeing Matt pointing a gun at me.
"Well, well.", Matt maniacally smirked. I looked at the pile of phones on the desk.
"You sent the text.", I said, looking at him.
"Smart girl." Matt moved over so he was crouching over a paralyzed Derek.
"This is the one controlling him? This kid?", Derek grumbled, paralyzed and irritated.
"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 standing up. "Werewolves, hunters, unturned psychotic Alphas, kanimas, it's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"An abominable snowman, but it's more of like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal.", Stiles sarcastically replies.
Matt, unamused, motioned his head over to Jackson. Jackson raised a hand, slicing his claws through the back of Stiles' neck. Me and Scott rushed to get him but Jackson quickly stopped us.
"Bitch.", Stiles mumbled out as his body crumbled and landed him on top of Derek. I sighed, stepping away.
"Get him off of me.", Derek demanded through his teeth.
"Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair.", Matt said, tauntingly. "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 you're not used to feeling this helpless."
Derek glared at him. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch!", Stiles mumbled in Derek's shirt. Matt glanced over at me. I glared at him. I knew he knew something. All it took was for one of us to confirm it for him.
"Relax, Sam.", Matt pointed his gun towards me.
"I don't know why you think pointing your gun at me is gonna intimidate me.", I say, shrugging. "You won't.", I challenged.
His eyebrows rose. "I won't?", he chuckled. "Y'know, I thought it was weird. I figured you weren't at the party to be at the party but to help these fools."
"Technically, I was kidnapped!", I corrected.
"I thought you were so sweet. Such a good friend to these idiots. Even for Allison. I liked that.", he continued.
"Yeah, and I still am. But not if you're gonna keep pointing a gun in my face. How can I be nice to someone threatening me without a good purpose?", I asked. His face almost softened, almost like he was considering it until his face contorted in anger.
I heard a loud blast and before I could react, Jackson grabbed me.
My vision blurred and I heard ringing before my eyes focused. I heard Scott yelling, Stiles' loud mumbling, and Derek's loud growling. My hand flew to my right side as I felt a burning pain and warm liquid seeping through my fingers.
Matt shot at me, only having the bullet graze my side.
It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but it did. And it was annoying.
"Next time, I won't miss.", Matt threatened. I huffed through my nose, my eyes fluttering from blood loss.
"Matt, what the hell?", Scott screamed.
"Shut up, McCall!", Matt pointed the gun at Scott next. Before he could say anything, a pair of headlights hitting the window cut him off.
"Ah…" He smiled. "Is that her?", Matt asked Scott in a taunting voice. He flashed him a smirk. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Who was her? Who else was called here?
"Scott, don't trust him!", Stiles screamed. Matt reached down and grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt, and yanked him off of Derek. Matt presses his foot down onto Stiles' throat suffocating my friend.
I went to help Stiles, but Jackson pulled me back, flashing a clawed hand in my face for good measure.
"Is this better for you?", Matt asked as Stiles' face turned red and he began choking.
"Matt, stop!", I screamed.
"Stop! Just stop!", Scott yelled.
"Then do what I tell you.", Matt ordered. "Okay!", Scott blurted out. "Alright." Matt didn't move to get off Stiles' throat.
"Matt, stop it!", I screamed, watching Stiles almost turn purple. Matt turned his attention to me and finally took his shoe off. Stiles hacked and coughed, trying to catch his breath.
"You," Matt looked to Jackson, "take them in there. You," Matt looked at Scott, "with me."
Matt looked at me. "You too." He yanked me from Jackson's grip and dragged me out of the room, trailing after Scott. We went down the hallway Jackson earlier had dragged us through and stopped at its entrance. Matt pushed me in as I stood next to Scott.
"Mom?", Scott called, and my eyes widened.
"Oh, you scared me. Where is every—", Ms. McCall's voice trailed off when her eyes met her son and his best friend held at gunpoint.
Tears and fear immediately filled her eyes. Her eyes trailed to the bloody wound on my side, making her cover her mouth.
"Mom," Scott tried to say calmly, "just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."
"He's right," Matt agreed, coming up from behind us. Scott and I both turned around. Matt pulled back the trigger and shot Scott in the abdomen.
Melissa and I screamed in shock as Scott went down.
Sheriff Stilinski began screaming for Scott and Stiles.
"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." Matt latched onto my arm, twisting it behind my back.
"Wai—" Melissa took a few steps forward. My eyes widened at her. "No-!"
"Back! Back!", Matt yelled, pointing the gun at her and rushing both of us forward at her.
"Mom! Mom! Stop! Mom!" Scott put pressure on his wound. I knew he could heal, but how was he gonna explain that to his mom…
"I said, get back.", Matt slowly warned, his crazed eyes watering.
"Scott," she whimpered.
"Melissa, please.", I whimpered, pleading with her. She nodded, tears dripping down her face as she retreated backwards.
"Get up, McCall.", Matt demanded.
"Matt, Matt listen to me!" Sheriff Stilinski's voice echoed throughout the station. Where was he?
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt roared. "Everybody shut the hell up!" The gun clutched in Matt's hand was being waved around. 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 ordered Scott, pointing to the gun from my temple to Melissa. Scott hurried and listened. The armed psycho dragged us into the cell room where we found Sheriff Stilinski handcuffed to an pipe on the wall.
"Sam...", Mr. Stilinski's eyes widened as he saw me. Fear and anger washed over his face as he glared at the boy behind me.
Matt pushed me into the room and finally let me go to Melissa.
"Please, he needs to see a doctor.", Melissa pleaded as Matt locked her in a holding cell.
"You think so?", Matt asked, amused.
"Hey, hey you listen to me!", Sheriff Stilinski yelled from his position.
"It's alright! I'm okay!", Scott reassured.
"No honey, you're not okay.", Melissa whimpered to her son.
"Melissa, trust me, he's okay.", I tried to reassure.
"It doesn't hurt mom.", Scott said.
"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 Scott.
"Matt, stop it.", I growled. Melissa cried as Matt kicked me in my side. I dropped to a knee, cupping a hand over my wound and shakily stood.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!", Matt screamed. "Lady, if you keep talking I'm going to put the next bullet through his head. Then her head."
"Okay, okay.", Melissa whimpered.
"Back to the front McCall, you too, Sam." Scott and I looked at each other and began walking, Matt following behind us with his gun.
We walked back to the room where Stiles and Derek were still on the floor. Matt jabbed the gun into my back, making me growl. "We don't have what you want. Why are you here?"
"No, no, I want the book!", Matt snapped.
"Wha—what book?", Scott stuttered in confusion.
"The bestiary!"
My eyes widened. Gerard's book? Why does he know about that?
"Not just the few pages, I want the entire thing.", Matt demanded.
"Matt, we don't have it. Gerard does.", I say. "What do you want it for anyways?", Scott asked.
"I need answers.", Matt said.
"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 widened at the blur scales.
Matt was turning into the Kanima? Or a Kanima? How?
"Matt.", I called.
"I want the book!", he yelled. "Okay!", I yelled. "We can help you without the book."
Derek and Scott looked at me with wide eyes.
"How?", Matt asked, suspicious.
"It's hard to explain. But if you let us go, we can take you to Deaton's. He can help you.", I say. "He helped me and he can definitely do the same for you."
It wasn't exactly a lie. I wasn't sure what Deaton had but we did say we were gonna save Jackson.
Matt's connected to Jackson. "You have a link with Jackson. If we can save you, we'll also save Jackson.", I say.
He stared at me for a moment before lifting his gun and shooting me in my leg. I fell with a shout of pain. All the boys but Jackson and Matt yelled.
I groaned, turning on my side, trying to elevate my leg.
"Now, McCall.", Matt ordered, pointing the gun at Scott.
I huffed through my nose as I laid on my back, trying to keep my leg up.
Matt left me, Stiles and Derek under the surveillance of robotic like Jackson. He was guarding the exit to the door, his back to us. Derek, Stiles, and I sat in silence.
"He shot you.", Derek gruffed, his chest going up and down.
"I'm fine, I'm fine.", I rushed, trying to ignore the pain.
"No Sam, you just got shot!", Stiles exclaimed.
I didn't say anything. If I said anything anymore, it wouldn't make a difference. Matt shot me. Twice.
"Hey, you know what's happening to Matt?", Stiles whispered to Derek.
"Yeah, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules. Not like this.", Derek explained.
"What do you mean?", Stiles asked.
"He's saying there's a price for each action for the Kanima.", I say.
"The universe balances things out. It always does."
"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people that don't deserve it?"
"Killing people himself."
"So…" Stiles starts. "Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima.", I whispered.
"Balance.", Derek said.
"Will he believe us if we tell him that?", Stiles asked.
"Not likely.", Derek answered.
"Okay he's going to kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?", Stiles realized.
"Yup." Derek and I sighed. Stiles joined in on the sigh.
"So, what the hell do we do?", I asked, sweating. Losing blood is starting to give me a headache.
"Kill him before he kills you.", Derek simply said. I looked at him crazy. What?
"Well that isn't exactly going to work with you two paralyzed, Jackson standing outside the door waiting to rip his claws through us, and Scott, his mom and the sheriff being held at gunpoint.", I say.
"I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.", Derek thought aloud. Stiles and I looked at Derek as we heard a scratching noise. Derek's claws were out, and poked into his jean covered thigh.
I quickly looked away, not wanting to see his blood. "Gross.", Stiles whined weakly. Matt stormed in, rushing over to me. "You. With me. Now."
I struggled to get up. "I can't walk!", I exclaimed.
"Now!", he yelled, pushing me. I limped, following him out. Scott followed us and Matt made us walk in front of him as he brought us into the large office room. Scott and I turned around to face Matt.
"I feel sorry for you McCall, because now you're thinking 'how am I going to explain this when it heals'? Sad part is that you don't realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.", Matt began pacing.
I frowned at him sadly. "You drowned, didn't you?", I asked. If Jackson couldn't move in the water as the Kanima, that'd have to reflect as to how Matt felt or experienced.
"He shouldn't have let them drink.", Matt leaned against one of the deputy's desks.
"Who?", I asked.
"Lahey!", he yelled. "He shouldn't have let them drink."
"Who was drinking?", Scott asked.
"The swim team, you idiots! I didn't know what was happening! I didn't know they had just won states. And Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?", he sneered.
"You were at Isaac's?", I asked, confused.
"He had this first edition spider-man novel—or was it…batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there, and I hear music, and everyone's having a good time. And I see Shawn, he—he throws Jesscia in the pool. And then Bennett goes in…"
"Bennett? The hunter?", Scott asked.
"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother. He grabs me. He thinks it's funny."
"They threw you in.", Scott realized. "You couldn't swim.", I chimed in.
"I-I yelled 'I can't swim', but nobody listened. I go under, and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Shawn's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Cara, and I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing! All of the sudden I'm- I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me and he says," Matt walked over to Scott and began jabbing finger at Scott's chest, "'you tell no one. This, this is your fault! Don't know how to swim? What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!'"
He huffed and his blue eyes filled with tears. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I would wake up in the middle of the night, I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was asthmatic! They- they- they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes I…I was drowning."
Matt took a shaky breath. "You know that little white light they talk about? You see when you die? I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark."
"So you killed all of them that killed you.", I say, sympathetic.
"But then, then came the Argent's funeral. And everything changed." Matt's face contorted to a glare and he pointed at me.
"I saw you there, Sam, and Allison of course. I was taking some photos, I got one of you, by accident, then Lahey got in one of the photos! I looked down at the screen at my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me! And I just– I look at him, and I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like the furies coming down to punish Ortheses…"
Scott looked confused as ever. Matt scoffed, "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?", Scott innocently stuttered.
"Ugh, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!", Matt scolded Scott for his ignorance, waving the gun in his face.
"Ortheses is a deity of vengeance.", I inform and Matt's face almost lightened up. "I knew you were smarter than your idiot friends. The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair."
"If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.", I say.
"Jackson is my fury.", Matt nodded his head to his lizard friend standing in the hallway. "And when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me. And I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change," he smiles. "And guess what? He didn't even recognize me! So when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. Jackson would take their life."
Matt leaned against the desk from before after he stopped pacing. The room was silent for a moment until the power suddenly went out.
"What is this?", Matt asked. I could hear him shuffling to stand up. The emergency lighting flashed on and all the sudden, the piercing sound of a siren started to wail. I covered my ears to shorten the loud noise.
"What is this? What's happening? What's going on?", Matt shouted, pointing the gun at Scott and I.
"I don't know!", Scott stuttered.
Matt was ready to shoot us because he thought we were taking him down when in actuality, none of us knew what was going on. A pair of headlights swept over the outside of the building and illuminated the dark room.
Our eyes widened in fear as we could see a few figures standing out there with guns in their hands.
Shit.
Scott pulled me down before the windows shattered from the impact of the bullets.
Who the hell else was trying to kill us? Who knew we were here?
"Matt, get up! Now!", I yelled. I couldn't see him due to the smoke and Scott pulled at me.
"He can't see us. Get out.", Scott whispered to me.
"Matt may not be able to see but Jackson sure can.", I gruffed.
"Don't worry about Jackson, I've got him covered.", Scott said and got up from our hiding spot under the desk and began running.
I watched Scott run out of the room and throw Jackson down. I got up ran out of the room and ran with Scott to go get Stiles and Derek. Scott kneeled down next to Stiles and I crouched to Derek.
"Take him.", Derek ordered, moving the upper half of his body. "Go!" He yelled. Scott struggled at first but picked up a paralyzed Stiles, and ran off with him to go leave him in a safe place.
"Can you move?", I hurriedly asked Derek.
"Kind of, it's wearing off.", he said as he dug his claws into his thigh some more and finally got to move. I helped him up, wincing at my leg.
"You need to be careful. Jackson's about to go full Kanima on us, Matt's still got a gun, and there's other people here trying to shoot us.", I say, looking around.
I turned my head around to make sure no one was behind us, but when I looked back, Derek had already run off, ordering me to hide.
I ran out of the room and stalked around as quietly as possible. Matt was still roaming around with a gun, pissed.
This was too much.
I turned a corner and gasped at Allison standing in the smoke in front of me, a glare visible on her face.
She was holding a crossbow in her hand and aimed at me.
"Allison.", I warned. "What are you doing here?"
"Where's Derek?", she asked, threateningly.
"What?" My eyes widened. If she's here… the other Argents are here.
Shit.
"You guys did that? You guys shot at us? We already have Matt to worry about we don't need you and your stupid little hunter problems to deal with right now!", I yelled at Allison.
"Where is he?", she grounded through her teeth.
"Allison, you might wanna rethink your choices. You're looking a lot like Kate right now."
Her gaze hardened. "Stay out of my way, Sam."
She shoulder checked me and I ran down the hall she came from.
Derek didn't know they were here for him. I had to tell him.
I looked around for the holding cell and heard a shrill cry from Melissa.
Reaching the room, I hide on the wall outside. Peaking my head out a little, I looked into the room to see Stiles' dad passed out on the floor and Melissa right up against the bars of her cell. Matt was standing over the unconscious Sheriff.
"Matt. Matt, listen to me! My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire and I don't know what's happening but will you please just let me see my son.", Melissa pleaded, tears in her eyes.
"How totally clueless are you people?",Matt asked a terrified Melissa.
I glared at Matt as he walked over to Melissa. I crawled into the room while he was distracted and rammed him in the wall.
"And how stupid can you be?", I yelled. He got up and I kicked him down. I stepped on the arm that held the gun.
"I couldn't give a damn if you shot me. But you threatened and hurt my friends because you were hurting. What sense does that make?", I asked, looking down at him.
I heard a snarl behind me and I saw Derek's red eyes. Matt pushed me out of the way, trying to reach for his gun.
Melissa yelped, backing up in her cell. Matt and Derek stared each other down until Jackson came with a reptilian screech.
Derek roared so loud, I had to cover my ears as he and the Kanima began fighting, throwing each other all over the room. I got up, backing out of the way and Matt charged at me, pushing me against a wall.
I grunted, falling against the wall and I frowned, seeing him look panicked. He was just reacting on his feelings other than anger now. He just wanted to get out.
I tried to get up, but my leg started bleeding more and he ran off. Fuck.
Derek ran towards the lizard and the Kanima grabbed the cell bars and lifted his feet up to kick Derek back. The Kanima hissed at Melissa just as Scott came in and threw the Kanima out the room.
The Kanima hissed and I stood to follow it but Derek pulled me away, hiding me behind the wall in the shadows.
Before I could ask, he lifted his finger to his lips, shaking his head like he did when Kate came to his house.
"What are you doing here? It wasn't suppose to happen like this.", I hear Scott say.
"Trust me, I'm aware of that.", I heard Gerard's voice and my eyes widened. What the hell was going on…
"I've done everything you asked me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information you want, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson.", Scott told him.
"Then, leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go.", Gerard ordered.
"You dropped this."
"Go.", he repeated and Scott came back in the room. We stayed in the room until all the Argents left.
Derek kept me in the shadows as Scott got his mom out.
I frowned, disappointed with Scott. Why the hell was he working with the same people who wanted to kill him…?
Derek's wolfed face was scrunched in anger. "You need to get out of here. The Argents are looking for you.", I warn.
"I've got the Argents covered.", he growled. My eyes trailed down to see Matt's gun. I ran over to get the gun and looked at Derek. "I've got Matt."
Derek looked at the gun then at me and nodded.
I ran out of the room and saw a figure run out the back door. I ran out of the door to see Matt run out of the metal gate of the police car parking lot.
Matt was pretty fast. Probably in better shape than I was, but I still pushed myself to get him and I found him running to a lake. I stopped and hid as I watched Matt meet up with Gerard Argent.
If Gerard saw me, he'd kill me for what happened to Victoria. It was one thing for Chris to get me, but he had somewhat of a heart.
Gerard on the other hand, he didn't give a damn.
I slid down on the grass and hid myself underneath the bridge, pressing my body up onto one of the damp, wooden pillars. I was hidden in the shadows, but Matt wasn't.
The headlights of Gerard's car flicked on and Matt was illuminated in blindingly bright light. I could hear Gerard grab Matt and pushed him down a hill, dragging him into the lake. Matt's body squirmed and tried to fight the old man but failed.
If I had intervened, Gerard would kill me without a problem. He was barely breaking a sweat, holding Matt underwater.
Matt managed to come up for air, but Gerard dunked him once more. The more Matt tried coming up for air, the more he slowed down and then completely stopped.
He had to be faking. It was smart. Make him think he killed you. But Matt didn't resurface. Gerard stood up, looking at Matt's body floating still in the water.
I stayed quiet as Gerard got out of the lake quietly and stepped onto the bank. He looked at Matt once more, "No longer afraid of the water? Well you don't have to be afraid of anything my friend.", I hear him say and saw that he had brought the Kanima over.
Gerard held his hand out as the Kanima slowly came over and touched hands with Gerard. The two parted their separate ways, both leaving the lake.
I rushed over to the lake, trudging through the murky water as I brought Matt out of the water. I tried to perform CPR on him but he wouldn't open his eyes.
"Matt," I shook him. "Matt, they're gone. You don't have to pretend anymore!", I exclaimed. He wouldn't move. I lowered my head as I saw his color slowly turn blue from the lack of oxygen.
My eyes pooled with tears. This isn't how it was supposed to go. I looked up at the moon as it shone on us. "Please," I begged to no one specific. "Please…"
I felt Matt's body become heavier. Dead weight. He was dead.
"I can send his spirit to pass on…", I hear a familiar voice.
I didn't even bother lifting my head. I felt my hand hover over Matt's body, illuminating in a purple light and plant itself on Matt's chest. "I'm sorry," I muttered to him.
His body was dimly illuminated in the same light before dispersing. I stopped and laid Matt's body in the water before getting up to leave.
Matt was also a victim in all of this. We have to settle this now.