I hope you all enjoy this chapter! This is in correlation with my other two stories, Scars and No One Else, so please go read and review those as well for everything to make sense. Some bits intertwine with each other but they're all told at different viewpoints. Here's chapter 26 of Awake and Alive!
After Scott told his best friends about his realization, they dropped Zach off at home and Natalie begged Kurt to come with them to the Stilinski's house. Let her tell you, her dad was a tough nut to crack. Just like she knew Noah was going to be.
"Natalie, whatever you kids are scheming up, I want no part of it," Kurt sighed as he opened the fridge.
"It's not a scheme, I swear!" Natalie told him. She closed the door to the fridge before Kurt could grab a beer from it. He deadpanned. "We really did find the guy who committed the murders."
"Let's say you really did," Kurt said, "There's nothing I can about it now."
"Dad, just hear me out, please. If you can crack this case, I guarantee the county will let you get your job back. You and Noah. You just have to believe me."
The former deputy's face fell a little. "You don't have to pick up the pieces, Natalie."
"I just need to prove that I can do something right…" the redhead said solemnly.
Her father just pulled her into a hug. Natalie tried not to get emotional as all of the pressure from the past couple weeks got to her. This shit just had to end already. It was so fucking exhausting for everyone involved. Just like Stiles said earlier that night, something has to go right here. Even if that only meant Natalie being a better daughter. One that wasn't such a bother.
Kissing the top of her head, Kurt said, "I still don't know if I should be helping with this case anymore."
HONK!
Natalie smiled sheepishly. "Well, can you decide faster?"
Finally Kurt agreed to go with the trio. He and Natalie hopped in the back of Stiles's jeep and the boy Tokyo drifted his way back to his house. Along the way Kurt kept grumbling about how many violation laws they were breaking and even counted how many red lights Stiles ran. Good thing the man wasn't a police officer anymore or else he'd be writing Stiles a ticket right now. They finally made it to the house and Natalie practically pushed her dad out of the jeep and into the house.
Noah was confused when the three teenagers bolted past him and up the stairs, Stiles yelling behind him for them to follow. When Noah looked at Kurt, his best friend just shrugged and went upstairs to Stiles's bedroom. Stiles was sitting at his desk, circling Matt's picture in the yearbook with a red Sharpie as Scott and Natalie stood on each side of him. The trio then began to tell them everything they knew about Matt and that he was the one responsible for the murders.
Needless to say that neither Noah nor Kurt were convinced.
"So this kid's the real killer?" The former sheriff said.
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
Stiles shot up from his chair. "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."
"Except the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class," Kurt pointed out.
"Yeah, that is true," Natalie said, "So does that mean they dropped the charges against him?"
"No," Noah said, "you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."
"Scott, do you actually believe this?" Kurt asked the teen wolf.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this," Scott told them, "but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."
"Yeah, and he's framing Harris by taking his car and covering up his tracks," Natalie added.
"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," Stiles said.
Looking at each other, Noah and Kurt sighed. "Alright, fine," Noah said, "We'll allow the remote possibility." The trio exchanged surprised glances. They were so close! "But give us a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it's coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked.
Oh, god, what in the world is this kid going to come up with?
"Our swim team sucks!"
Whoop- there it is.
"They haven't won in, like, six years."
Both of the dads looked at Natalie, silently asking her if she really expected them to buy her boyfriend's crap. She chuckled nervously. "I mean, technically, he's not wrong." Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Okay, fine, we don't have a motive yet."
"I mean, come on, does Harris?" Stiles pointed out.
"What do you want us to do?" Kurt asked.
"We need to look at the evidence," Scott said.
"Yeah, that would be in the station," Noah reminded them, "where we no longer work."
"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles assured.
Incredulously, his father scoffed. "Trust you?"
"Trust me?" Natalie tried.
"Hell no," Kurt immediately said. Hurtful.
"Trust-" Stiles gestured to Scott in a last attempt. "Trust Scott?"
That seemed to do the trick because both former officers nodded. "Scott we trust."
Next thing they knew, the five of them were walking through the front door of the police station. Tara was standing behind the front desk doing paperwork. Noah and Kurt went up to her to try to convince her to let them look at surveillance footage as the trio talked amongst themselves.
"We look at the hospital stuff first," Stiles whispered.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?"
"The pregnant girl, Jessica," the teen wolf realized.
Natalie snapped her fingers. "That's right. So if Matt had to kill her himself then someone must had to have seen him in the hospital."
"Boys. Natalie."
Noah and Kurt lead the trio into an office and began pulling up surveillance footage of the hospital upon their request. So far nothing was looking out of the ordinary, just another busy night at the hospital.
"I don't know, guys," Noah said as he sat at the computer and watched the video, "I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."
"Alright, just keep going," Stiles pushed, "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."
Scott then noticed someone on the video. "Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back."
When Noah did, they saw someone walking through the hospital hallway. His back may have been turned to the camera, but the three teenagers were able to point him out right away.
"That's him!" Natalie exclaimed, pointing to the screen, "That's Matt!"
"All I see if the back of someone's head," Kurt said.
"Matt's head, yeah," Stiles said, "I sit behind him in history. He has a very distinct cranium. It's weird."
Everyone looked at him like he hard a horn growing out of his forehead. "Are you crazy?" Noah questioned.
"Yes," Natalie answered. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Alright, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know where leather jackets?"
"Millions," Noah deadpanned, "literally."
"Okay, can we scroll forward?" Scott asked, "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."
Sighing exasperatedly, Noah complied. It was a different cameras viewpoint this time. Matt's back was still turned away but this time they saw a nurse go up to him.
"Right there!" Stiles said, "Stop, stop! See, there he is again."
"That's still the back of someone's head," Kurt said.
"But he's talking to someone now, look!" Natalie pointed.
"He's talking to my mom," Scott said as he looked closer at the screen.
Immediately he whipped out his phone and dialed Melissa's number. He put his mother on speaker so everyone could hear. Once she answered Scott began to ask her if she remembered speaking to someone the night of the pregnant girl's murder.
"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Melissa said over the phone.
"This one's sixteen," Scott described, "He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."
"Yeah, he looks evil," Stiles emphasized.
"And even a little rapey," Natalie added.
"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."
"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you," Scott told her. He took a picture of Matt's yearbook photo and sent it to Melissa. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"
"Yeah, I did," Melissa answered, "I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall." The five of them looked at each other knowingly. "Scott, what's going on?"
Said boy shook his head. "It's- it's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He hung up the phone.
Kurt grabbed a file and opened it. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."
"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders," Natalie realized, "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave."
"Actually, four," Noah said as he stood up and took the file from Kurt, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
"When?" Stiles asked.
"A couple hours before you got there."
"Alright, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"
Nodding, Noah said, "Four's enough for a warrant."
After pumping their fists in victory, Stiles and Natalie smacked their hands together and bumped their chests. The redhead groaned and rubbed her chest. "Okay, we really need to stop doing that."
"Scott, call your mom back," Noah instructed after rolling his eyes, "see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant."
"Stiles, Natalie, go to the front desk," Kurt told the young couple, "Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."
"On it," Stiles said, grabbing Natalie's hand.
They ran to the front desk but no one seemed to be there. Their eyes searched around the room.
"Hello?" Stiles called out.
"Hello?" Natalie echoed, "Where did Tara go?"
A bad feeling started to arise when they stepped a little closer behind the desk. Natalie gasped and immediately grabbed onto Stiles when they saw Tara lying bleeding and dead on the floor. They also noticed her gun missing from its holster.
That mystery was solved when they turned around to Matt pointing the gun at them. Stiles pushed Natalie behind him and she grabbed the back of his shirt. Matt chuckled at their frightened faces.
"We're in for a fun night."
"Told you he was rapey," Natalie whispered to Stiles.
But Matt heard and he cocked his gun, making the redhead jump.
"Maybe now's not a good time for you be sassy," Stiles whispered back.
"Both of you, shut up," Matt snapped, "Now get in the office. Move!"
Natalie led the way back into the office with her hands up. Scott, Noah, and Kurt stared in fear at her and Stiles being held at gun point. The former deputy looked at his daughter in a way she was all too familiar with unfortunately. But she she nodded and mouthed that she was okay.
"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Noah asked, "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," Matt said, "because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."
"We know you don't wanna hurt people," Kurt tried to reason with him.
"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."
Said boy immediately pulled his hand out of his pocket when he got caught. Every fiber in Natalie's being fought back a groan. That boy really wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box.
"That- that could definitely get someone hurt," Matt said. He waved the gun at them. "Everyone." No one moved. "Now!"
"Come on," Noah said to everyone.
All five of them pulled out their phones and set it on the desk. Natalie pulled hers out of her bra, making the psycho raise an eyebrow. God, that face looked so punchable right now! But the redhead just rolled her eyes and set her phone down.
Matt then led them to a cell room and ordered Stiles and Natalie to handcuff their dads to the wall.
"Tighter," he demanded to Stiles while pointing the gun at him.
"Do what he says, Stiles," Noah nodded. His son sighed but did as he was told.
However Natalie stayed still. She was breathing heavily and her jaw was clenched so tightly that it could have broke at any second. Her eyes begged to cry but she wouldn't give in. Matt chuckled when he saw this.
"Are you deaf?" he taunted.
"Fuck you," Natalie said through her teeth.
She let out a gasp as Matt grabbed her by the throat and pointed the gun at her head. Stiles called out to his girlfriend but Matt aimed the gun at him momentarily before going back to the girl he was gripping tightly.
"A few weeks ago I actually found that lip of yours sexy," he growled in her ear, "but I highly suggested you keep it shut if you wanna stay out of trouble. Now tighten the cuffs on your dad or else I'll shoot you in your pretty little red head."
"Natalie, just please do it," Kurt begged his daughter.
Hesitantly, Natalie nodded and finally complied. Matt was finally satisfied so he pushed the trio out of the room and into the hallway. As they were walking, Scott stopped as he saw three dead police officers lying on the other side of the hall.
"What, are you gonna kill everyone here?" Scott exclaimed.
"No, that's what Jackson's for," Matt told him, "I just think about killing them, and he does it."
They were pushed back into the office. This time, their orders were to destroy the evidence of all of the murders committed by the kanima. Scott went to shredding the paper work and photos to which Natalie lit a match and then burned the shreds. Stiles was pulling up all the files on the computer. He pressed a button on the keyboard.
"Deleted," Stiles confirmed, "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 Natalie and I will just get our dads, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing."
"Yeah, enjoy the kanima, asswipe," Natalie snapped.
Just when Matt was about to threaten to shoot Natalie again, headlights shone through the blinds and they heard a vehicle approach. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."
"Matt, don't do this," Scott pleaded, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."
They heard a door open.
"If you don't move… now, I'm gonna kill Natalie first, then Stiles, and then your mom," Matt threatened.
"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine," Natalie said sarcastically.
"I do my best," Matt shrugged, "Now get moving." He pushed them all back to the front. Scott stared at the door, fear rushing through his veins at the thought of his mom being behind it. "Open it."
"Please."
"Open the door."
Scott swallowed down the lump in his throat before finally giving in and opening the door. Much to his relief, Derek was the one standing there.
"Oh, thank god," Scott breathed out.
That relief didn't last long when Derek fell on the floor, revealing Jackson behind him. He was only half shifted with his black scales running up his arm to his face.
Now they're fucked big time.
"This is the one controlling him?" Derek questioned, "This kid?"
"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf," Matt said, "Oh, yeah, that's - that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you two, Stiles and Natalie. What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman," Stiles quipped, making Natalie snort, "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."
"Yeah, and I actually turn into a dragon," Natalie decided to play along. She pointed to her hair. "My hair's not red just for shits and giggles."
After receiving a nod from Matt, Jackson nicked the back of Stiles and Natalie's necks.
"Hey!" Scott yelled. But before he could catch his best friends, Jackson held his hand out to stop him.
"You bitch," Stiles slurred as he fell on top of Derek. Natalie fell next to them on her back.
So this is what being paralyzed felt like. Well, it was safe to say that it sucked. No matter how hard she tried to move, she was practically glued to the floor. As if she already didn't feel useless before.
"Get him off of me," Derek snarled the longer Stiles was on top of him.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek," Matt taunted, "I think you two make a pretty good pair. Maybe even more so than him and Natalie."
"God, you are so lucky I can't move or else I'd drop kick your ass so hard," Natalie snapped. Matt whacked her face with the gun. "Ah, fuck!"
"Nat!" Scott called out.
"You're hot and all, but you seriously need to learn how to just shut up," Matt said, shaking his head. He turned his attention back to Derek. "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 said, "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch," Stiles mumbled.
Then they heard the sound of another car pulling up to the front of the station. "Is that her?" Matt asked. He straightened up as he looked at Scott. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."
"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles yelled.
Matt yanked him off of Derek and pressed his foot on his chest, cutting off his air supply. "This work better for ya?"
"Okay, just stop!" Scott yelled, "Stop!"
"Stiles!" Natalie cried out.
"Then do what I tell you to," Matt ordered.
"Okay, alright," Scott gave in. But Matt still wouldn't take his foot off of Stiles. "Stop!"
Finally he took his foot off. Stiles coughed uncontrollably and his face was as red as his girlfriend's hair and his eyes were watery.
"You-" Matt told Jackson, "take 'em in there. You-" he referred to Scott, "with me."
As he left with Scott, Jackson dragged the three paralyzed people back into Noah's old office one by one. The first was Stiles, then Derek, and finishing off with Natalie. He dropped her harshly, making her hit her head at the foot of the desk. "Ow! Can you at least be gentle?"
"I don't think you can reason with a killer, Natalie," Stiles scoffed, "Just ask Derek."
"God, I can't believe I'm actually stuck in between you two out of all people," Derek growled.
"Oh, it's not all that bad," Natalie said, "I'd like to think Stiles and I are quite delightful."
"Sure you are."
"Where's Anabelle?" Stiles asked, "I thought you two were a package deal now."
Derek squinted his eyes as he concentrated. "I can hear her with your dads. She's trying to set them free."
"Oh, thank god," Natalie sighed, "Maybe there is hope for the night after all." Suddenly a gunshot went off. They heard Melissa scream. "Or not."
"Scott! Stiles! Natalie!" They heard Noah call out from the cell room. "What happened?"
"God damn it," Stiles groaned, "Everything is going downhill so very fast."
"Scott will heal," Derek said.
"Yeah, maybe you two and Anabelle can," Stiles said, "But not everyone else has that ability."
"And I don't know about you, but being killed by Jackass over there isn't exactly on my bucket list," Natalie added. Jackson glared at her. "Yeah, I'm talking about you!"
Before Jackson could make any moves towards her, they heard glass breaking. It caught the kanima's attention and he snapped his head to look out of the office. He sauntered across the station. Just a few moments later Anabelle entered the room. She raised her eyebrows when she saw them.
"Really, Derek?" she said, "I leave you for about five minutes and you're already taken down?"
"Glad you still take the time out of your schedule to put me down even more," Derek rolled his eyes.
"Where's Scott?" Anabelle asked, "I heard him get shot."
"He's with his mom and Matt," Stiles answered, "I think he's gonna lock her up with our dads."
"Okay, so what's this kid's deal? Why is having Jackson kill all of these people?"
"Because he's a total evil psycho, that's why!"
Natalie sighed. "We don't know. But now he's having Jackson killing more than just the ones that supposedly killed him. He's going on a total rampage."
"Fuck." Anabelle ran her hand through her dark hair. "Okay, well, we need to get you guys to the car." She went to grab Derek's hand but he shook his head.
"No," he told her, "Scott's weak right now. He's going to need help taking care of Matt. Go to him."
"Derek-"
"Go, Anabelle," Derek demanded. "And watch out for Jackson. I can hear him coming back so don't let him see you and be careful."
"You know, for someone who always tells me to be careful, you tend to be the one who's the damsel in distress."
Anabelle left the room before Derek could say anything else. Natalie laughed. "Damn, she really put you in your place." The rest of Derek's body may have been paralyzed, but his head was still working. So he knocked the side of Natalie's head harshly with his. "Ow!"
"As soon as we get out of here I'm gonna-"
"Rip our throats out with your teeth," the young couple said in unison.
"Dude, you're getting kinda predictable with your threats," Stiles told him, "You're losing your touch there a little. Especially when it comes to Anabelle."
Another gunshot rang before Derek could question him. This time a woman cried out in pain. Derek's eyes went wide.
"Anabelle!"
"Did she just get shot too?" Natalie asked worriedly.
"Yes!" Derek snapped, "This stuff needs to wear off already so I can kill this fucking kid."
When Scott, Matt, and Anabelle got to the front office, Jackson had already returned. Both of the werewolves had been shot in the stomach. They were already starting to heal but it wasn't fast enough.
Derek's face softened when he saw his recently discovered mate's bullet wound. "Anabelle-"
"It's okay, Derek," she assured him. He still wasn't too convinced when she had to lean against the desk.
"The evidence is gone," Scott told Matt, "Why don't you just go?"
"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt said. "No, no, I want the book."
"What?" Scott asked, "What book?"
"The bestiary." The wolves, Stiles, and Natalie all exchanged glances. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it," Scott told him, "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"
"I need answers."
"Answers to what?"
"To this."
Lifting the hem of his shirt, Matt revealed black scales covering his side.
Just like the kanima.
"McCall, you're coming with me," Matt told him. He looked at Anabelle. "And bring her with you so she doesn't try any funny business. Let's go."
Scott wrapped Anabelle's arm around his shoulders and he apologized when she winced. They gave the three on the floor one last look of hesitant reassurance before walking out of the office with Matt pointing the gun behind them. Natalie could see Derek's cool facade starting to fade when he watched Anabelle leave. She could tell it was killing him to see the woman hurt and not being able to help her.
And Natalie couldn't blame him. That was how she felt every time she looked at Stiles. It was clear that being a part of this world was getting to him, especially now that his dad was one step closer to knowing the truth. Natalie was feeling the exact same way. All of this along with all of the other problems she was having with her health were destroying her relationships with everyone around her. She couldn't take it anymore.
After some time, Jackson was still keeping watch at the doorway. Natalie huffed, unintentionally blowing a strand of her red velvet hair out of her face.
Being paralyzed was boring as fuck.
"Hey," she heard Stiles whisper, "You know what's happening to Matt?"
"I know the book's not gonna help him," Derek said, "You can't just break the rules, not like this."
"What do you mean?" Natalie asked.
"Universe balances things out," Derek explained, "Always does."
"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked.
"And killing people himself."
That's when Natalie realized, "So that means if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima… then he actually becomes the kanima."
"Balance."
"Will he believe us if we tell him that?" Stiles questioned.
"Not likely," Derek said.
"He's gonna kill of us when he gets the bestiary, isn't he?" Natalie asked.
"Yep."
Natalie scoffed. "Love the optimism."
"Alright, so what do we do?" Stiles asked, "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," Derek said, "Like triggering the healing process."
Stiles and Natalie looked at each other in confusion. "What? Oh, what are you doing?" They both looked down and saw Derek digging his claws in his thigh, drawing out the black venom. Stiles expression turned into disgust as Natalie gagged at the sight. "Oh, gross."
A few minutes later, Natalie sighed loudly. "I swear, if we're stuck in this position for another minute I'm about to burst into song."
"No!" Stiles and Derek yelled at her.
"Fine," Natalie pouted, "but you guys will be missing out on some quality entertainment."
"We'll survive," Stiles told her, "So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?"
"I think so," Derek said, claws still digging into his leg, "I can move my toes."
Stiles sighed. "Dude, I can move my toes." Derek glared at him.
But then all of a sudden, the lights in the building turned off. Then the alarm went off. Stiles and Natalie began to panic.
"What the hell?!" Stiles exclaimed, "What's going on?!"
No one was able to answer because gunshots were being fired off. From multiple guns. That had to have meant one thing-
The Argents were here.
Luckily Scott and Anabelle were able to get to them shortly and just as Derek was able sit up.
"Take them!" he told Scott, "Go!"
The teen wolf grabbed his best friends, wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and ran out of the room with them as fast as he could while Anabelle stayed with Derek. Jackson followed after the trio. Every time they would go into a new room and Scott locked the door behind them, Jackson would kick the doors down.
"Okay, I don't think that's as effective as you think it is!" Natalie yelled as Jackson kicked down a third door.
Finally they entered another room. When Scott locked this door, they didn't hear Jackson trying to break it down. He must have went somewhere else so that meant the trio was safe. For now.
Scott sat Stiles and Natalie down on a bench. "Don't move," he told them. They sent him death glares. "You know what I mean." Then he ran out of the room.
"God, this blows," Stiles groaned, letting his head hang back.
"You're telling me," Natalie sighed.
"I seriously don't know how much more I can take of this. All of these people dying, Jackson only getting stronger, and now our parents being thrown into the mix…"
A gasp left Natalie's lips. "Our dads. We have to find them before anyone else does!"
"How?" Stiles asked, "In case you've forgotten, we're kinda immobile at the moment."
"I think the paralysis is starting to wear off," Natalie said as she tried to wiggle her body, "I think I can…"
With a grunt, Natalie flung herself off the bench and onto the floor. Stiles stared down at her with wide eyes. He was about to ask what the hell she was doing but Natalie grabbed his foot and pulled him down on the floor with her. He let out a yelp as he hell. "Are you crazy?!"
"I think we both know the answer to that," Natalie said, "Now come on!"
They then proceeded to army crawl to the cell room where their dads and Melissa were with Natalie in the lead. When they reached the room, they saw Noah and Kurt pulling on their handcuffs, trying to rip them off the wall. Both of the men were sweating profusely and screaming as they use all of the strength they had. Melissa was locked behind the cell, cheering them on.
Letting out a final scream, Noah and Kurt ripped the handcuffs off. Melissa sighed in relief. But that feeling didn't last when she saw Matt standing behind them. She tried to warn them but Matt hit both of the former officers in the heads, knocking them out cold. Melissa screamed.
"Dad-"
Natalie tried to scream as well but Stiles covered her mouth so Matt wouldn't hear her. That didn't stop either of them from crying though. Stiles held onto his girlfriend tightly as she trembled in his arms. Now she was terrified. More so for everyone else than herself.
How the hell were they going to get out of this?
"Matt?" Melissa said, "Matt, please, listen to me. My son and that woman have been shot, and I've heard other gunfire, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son?"
"How totally clueless are you people?" Matt asked in disbelief.
Melissa looked off to the corner and she couldn't believe her eyes at what she was seeing. Derek and Anabelle were standing at the opposite doorway of Stiles and Natalie. Both of them had shifted and were growling at Matt. Then they heard the sound everyone had grown too familiar with at this point. Jackson had fully shifted into the kanima. He hissed at the werewolves and they roared back.
Derek and the kanima charged at each other which ended up with the alpha throwing the kanima at the desk. Matt had ran out of the room with Anabelle chasing after him. All the humans could do was watch helplessly and in fear as the two creatures fought, the kanima quickly gaining the upper hand. The beast grabbed onto the bars of Melissa's cell and kicked Derek in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. Once the alpha was out, the kanima crawled upside down on the cell, hissing in poor Melissa's face. She backed away from it, scared to death.
Then Scott finally appeared, stabbing the kanima's back with his claws and throwing it off the cell. It ran out of the room and Derek ran after it.
"Oh, god, Scott?" Melissa cried, "Scott, are you okay? Scott?"
Her son was too afraid to face her, knowing that this was the moment where she would find out the truth. But Scott just couldn't hide it anymore. Especially now when he was fully shifted. So he turned around, ready to finally face the music.
When he did, Melissa was absolutely mortified. Whatever was standing in front of her was not her son. This thing had hair sprouted all over his cheeks. His eyes were an amber color- much different from her son's darker brown ones. Fangs were poking out from his mouth like a dog's. His face was scrunched up.
No, this was not her son. This was a monster.
Scott's heart broke when his mother backed away from him, shell-shocked at the sight before her. Her hands hands covered her mouth as she cried.
"No!"
The teen wolf hung his head in shame. But he couldn't let this distract him from what was supposed to be the priority. So he ran out of the room.
Paralysis finally going away, Natalie pushed herself off the floor and grabbed the set of keys that were lying on the floor. She found the one that belonged to Melissa's cell and unlocked it. The woman had slumped onto the floor, crying over Scott. Natalie placed her hand on Melissa's shoulder and she gasped at the touch.
"It's okay, it's okay!" the redhead assured her, "It's just me, Mama McCall."
"Please tell me you're not one of them," Melissa begged.
"I'm not," Natalie promised, "I'm just plain ol' Natalie. Same with Stiles."
Speaking of, the boy had gotten up as well and was trying to wake up his dad. Noah had finally came to but Kurt was still unconscious. After making sure Melissa was okay, Natalie ran over to her dad and kneeled next to him. She shook his shoulder.
"Dad, come on, I need you to wake up," Natalie said shakily, "Please, Dad. Come on!" Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He groaned as he sat up. Natalie swore she was going to have a heart attack. "Oh, thank you, baby Jesus!"
"Natalie," Kurt said as he checked his daughter over, "you alright, kid? No injuries, wounds, anything like that? Do we need to take you to the hospital?"
"No, Dad, Dad, Dad!" Natalie grabbed his wrists to stop him from picking at her like a monkey, "I'm okay. I promise. We're safe."
Kurt didn't say anything. He just pulled his daughter in a tight bear hug. Unlike most times, Natalie didn't protest. She just let her dad squeeze her tight. It was a small reminder that no matter what was going on and what had happened between them these past few weeks, Kurt still loved her. It was all Natalie needed at this messy time.
"Wait, where's Matt?" Noah asked, interrupting the sentimental father/daughter moment.
They all looked at each other before darting outside. Hand in hand, Stiles and Natalie ran away from the station, calling out Matt's name. But the kid was nowhere to be found. That was until they started to cross the bridge that connected the town to the preserve and was over a riverbed.
In the river was a body. Matt's body to be exact. Natalie clung onto Stiles and buried her face in his chest, the sight being enough to make her feel sick. There was a good chance that the boy was dead, which should have been enough to make Natalie take a deep breath.
Then tell her why it just made her feel even more on edge?
I hope you all enjoyed it! We're almost at the end of season 2 and beginning of season 3 and that's where all of the drama starts to happen for all of my stories so you don't wanna miss it!
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