Fury:
I was sitting on Stiles bed wearing my Vila Confi Oversize T-Shirt, NAKED AND FAMOUS ultra-soft stretch jean and Accessorize Simple Side Tie Ballerina with my hair in two low ponytails. Apparently, after I left Lydia's birthday party that night Scott and Stiles discovered that Matt Daehler was the one controlling the kanima. Scott and Stiles were standing with John by the desk with the yearbook out trying to convince the ex-sheriff that Matt was the one killing the 2006 swim team.
"So this kid's the real killer?" John asked doubtfully as he looked at the picture of Matt that Stiles had circled in red marker and I sighed slightly because I knew that it was going to take a while to convince him.
"Yeah." Stiles replied simply as I stood up from the bed and made my way over to stand next to my brother so that I could see the yearbook on the desk.
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"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." Stiles said as though it was obvious as he spread his hands out in front of him and I leaned my hip against the side of the desk as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class." John pointed out to him with a raised eyebrow and Stiles sighed heavily as he looked over his shoulder at Scott before turning back to his father.
"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" he asked knowingly as he looked at John expectantly and John stared at him for a second as he tried to find some way to argue with his son.
"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." He said sternly as he pointed a finger at the boy in front of him and Stiles opened his mouth to say something but quickly snapped it shut as he shook his head in exasperation. "Sophie, Scott, do you believe this?"
"I don't know. I do believe that someone was targeting the 2006 swim team and I don't believe it was Harris." I told him firmly as I twirled one of my pigtails around my finger nervously and Stiles gestured to me frantically as though I was proving his point.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott insisted as he stepped forward to stand next to me and John raised his eyebrows in disbelief as he looked between all three of us.
"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? 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 explained in a calm voice as he looked at his father almost pleadingly and John shook his head at himself as he sighed in resign.
"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?" the ex-sheriff asked us in confusion as he looked down at the yearbook on the table and I grimaced slightly because I really don't know idea why Matt would want them dead.
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked us loudly as he threw his arms up in the air and we all looked at him in confusion as he sighed dramatically. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"What do you want me to do?" John asked us with a sigh as his arms fell helplessly to his sides and I smiled at him in victory as I pushed myself off of the desk.
"We need to look at the evidence." I told him with a smirk as I stepped forward to stand next to Stiles and John quirked an eyebrow at me as he shook his head.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."
"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles stated knowingly as he moved his arms frantically and I quickly darted out of the way before he could hit me in the face with his hand.
"Trust you?" John asked incredulously as he pointed a stern finger at his son with his eyebrows raised and Stiles spluttered for a second as he struggled for something to say. I cringed internally because I knew that it must have been killing Stiles that his father had just admitted to not trusting him.
"Trust - trust Sophie?" he asked nervously as he pushed me slightly in front of his body so that I was standing between them and I quirked an eyebrow at him over my shoulder.
"Sophie, I trust."
John pushed open the door to the police station with a sigh and Scott, Stiles and I trailed in after him to see one of the deputies working behind the front desk.
"It's 2:00 in the morning." The deputy pointed out with a tired sigh as she looked at her old boss and he nodded sagely as he walked over to the desk.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." John assured her quietly as he leaned on the desk in front of him and I turned to look at my brother and friend as I shifted on my feet.
"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" I told them firmly as I pursed my lips into a straight line and Scott frowned in confusion as he looked over at me. "Because all the murders were committed by the kanima, except for one, you remember? The pregnant girl, Jessica."
"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him." Stiles agreed quickly as he nodded his head rapidly when he caught my line of thought and Scott nodded once in agreement as we silently followed the ex-sheriff down the hall towards the evidence room. When we were in the evidence room, John found the right security tape from the hospital the night that Jessica was killed and we gathered around the computer screen.
"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six - car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed." John stated as he pointed at the screen and I bit my lower lip nervously as I watched the screen intently.
"All right, just keep going. 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." Stiles insisted firmly as he watched the video of people walking down the hospital hallway and John sighed at him as he turned his chair back to the computer.
"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." Scott exclaimed excitedly as he stepped forward and pointed a finger at the screen where a male back was walking down the hallway towards Jessica's room.
"That's him! That's Matt!"
"All I see is the back of someone's head." I said slowly as I squinted at the frozen screen and Stiles nodded frantically as if I had just agreed with him instead of questioning him.
"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."
"Are you crazy?" John asked him loudly with an incredulous frown etched on his face as he turned in his chair to stare at his son and I scoffed quietly as I ran a hand over one of my ponytails in frustration.
"You really want to know the answer to that one?" I asked him softly as I quirked an eyebrow at him seriously and he gave me the same slightly exasperated, slightly amused look that was often associated with Stiles.
"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" Stiles asked us pointedly as he jabbed a finger at the screen and I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance because he wasn't really proving his point.
"Millions, literally." I replied drily as I stood up straight from leaning on the desk and crossed my arms over my chest with a sigh.
"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras." He told us as he reached over to use the computer mouse and I rolled my eyes at him as he fast forwarded the video. "Right there! See, there he is again." Stiles exclaimed as he stopped the video on a frame that consisted of the same person from behind and I leaned forward to see if I recognised the person as Matt.
"You mean there's the back of his head again."
"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."
"He's talking to our mom." Scott stated in awe as he leaned towards the screen with a frown and I pushed Stiles' head out of my way so that I could see the screen better. Stiles made an indignant sound at the back of his throat as I frowned at the screen and saw my mom talking the mystery guy in the leather jacket. Scott sighed heavily as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell phone before dialling a number from memory then putting it down on the desk.
"Hello?" my mom greeted us from the tiny speaker on the phone but I could her clearly with werewolf hearing and stepped back from the desk so that I wasn't crowded.
"Hey, mom. Just a question, did you speak to anyone suspicious looking at the hospital the day Jessica Monroe died?" Scott asked in what I thought was meant to be a casual voice but it wavered slightly and I bit my lower lip as I heard mom sigh on the other end of the phone line.
"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?" mom asked in exasperation through the phones speaker and I placed my heads on my head as I took a deep breath before letting all the air out of my lungs.
"This one's 16, he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."
"Yeah, he looks evil." Stiles interjected as he leaned into the phone and Scott pushed him away slightly with an irritated look on his face.
"Scott, I already talked to the police about this." Mom told him with a sigh as he pursed his lips in thought and I stepped forward when an idea came to me.
"Okay, mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." I told her as I grabbed the phone off of the table carefully and geld the camera over the phone of Matt in the yearbook. I quickly snapped a photo before sending it to her and placing the phone back down on the desk in front of Scott. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"
"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, Sophie, what's going on?"
"It's - it's nothing, mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." Scott stuttered out to her before hanging up the phone and I quirked an eyebrow at him as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. he just shook his head at me slightly as he put his phone back in his pocket and I turned to face John as he stood up from his seat.
"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site." The ex-sheriff informed us as he reached over to grab a file from the cabinet behind the desk and started rifling through it for the evidence he wanted.
"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." Stiles stated excitedly as his body spasm slightly with a small grin and I had to smile at his behaviour as I waited anxiously.
"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
"When?"
"A couple hours before you got there."
"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles asked his father curiously as John walked around the desk with the manila folder in hand and I tilted my head to the side as I watched him take a piece of paper out of the file.
"Four's enough for a warrant. Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here." John instructed the boys as he looked at them sternly and Scott nodded jerkily as he fumbled for his cell phone in his jacket pocket.
"On it." Stiles mumbled quietly as he rushed out of the room while Scott redialled a number on his phone and I sat down on the vacant chair with a sigh. I placed my head in my hands as I closed my eyes tightly and pursed my lips into a straight line. All that had been going on recently was leaving me extremely stressed and I couldn't believe that this was now my life. I loved being a werewolf but dealing with Derek's pack, Scott's reluctance, the Argent's and now the kanima was making it difficult to appreciate my new abilities.
"She's on her way here. Sheriff?" I heard Scott ask in concern from the other side of the room and I slowly lifted my head to see Stiles standing in the doorway with Matt holding a gun to his head. I stiffened in my seat as I stared in horror at the gun pointed at my friend's head and Scott turned around to see what was going on with wide dark brown eyes.
"Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." John said soothingly as held up his hands in surrender without taking his eyes off of the brunette teenager in the doorway and I swallowed roughly as I gripped the arms of the chair.
"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." Matt declared in a steady voice as he pushed Stiles further into the room and Scott stepped in front of me protectively with his hand in his pocket.
"I know you don't wanna hurt people."
"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That - that could definitely get someone hurt." Matt said turned his gaze from the ex-sheriff to my brother and I saw him tighten his hold on the gun in his hand. He gestured his head towards the door as he began walking backwards and dragged Stiles with him. "Everyone. Now!"
"Where are we going?" I asked him softly as I slowly stood up from the chair I was sitting in and Matt snapped his head around to face me in surprise.
"Sophie. I really wish you weren't here, but these two dumbasses dragged you into this, didn't they?" he asked me harshly as he grasped Stiles arm roughly and I froze next to Scott as I stared at the gun wielding teenager in the doorway. "I don't want to hurt you, Sophie. Please, just come on."
"Okay, okay." I agreed quietly as I slipped my hand into Scott's for comfort and nodded jerkily as I licked my lip nervously. My brother squeezed my hand supportively as we began following after Matt as he dragged Stiles down the hallway towards the holding cell and John rested his hand on the small of my back as he trailing after us without taking his eyes off of his son.
"Put the cuffs on him." Matt demanded Stiles as he gestured to the ex-sheriff with the gun and I linked my arm through Scott's as I watched John sit down on the bench slowly. Stiles approached his father with an apologetic expression and John nodded back at him as Stiles cuffed his hand to the railing behind him. "Tighter."
"Do what he says, Stiles." John told his son softly as they locked eyes sadly and Stiles nodded silently as he tightened the cuffs.
"Let's go." Matt ordered as he grabbed onto Stiles arm and pulled him away from his father as he put the barrel of the gun to his head. Scott pulled on my arm as he walked backwards out the door and I stayed by his side as Matt and Stiles followed behind us back down the hallway. The scent of blood filled my senses as we turned down a different hallway and I dragged Scott to a stop with me as I gasped in shock. Lying on the floor in a pool of blood was three uniformed police officers without heartbeats and I stared a shock at the massacre in front of me as I felt tears prickle in my eyes.
"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" I asked Matt quietly as I tore my eyes away from the deceased bodies and turned to look at the guy holding a gun to my friend's head with a frown.
"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He told me with a blank expression but there was a certain amount of affection in his voice when he mentioned Jackson as though he was a pet and I immediately stiffened in anger as I glared at him. Scott grabbed my elbow as he started dragging me away from the doorway and I swallowed roughly as I allowed him pull me into the evidence room. Matt pushed Stiles into the room after us as he closed the door behind him while Stiles stumbled slightly and Scott let go of my arm to catch him before he could fall on his face. "I'm going to need you to destroy the evidence against me." Matt informed us mock-cheerfully as he waved the gun in between us and I looked over at Scott as he nodded in understanding. Stiles and Scott both immediately went to get rid of the paper trail that lead to Matt and when I went to join them, Matt grabbed my arm roughly with the hand not holding the gun. Scott and Stiles both looked over at us with wide eyes as they paused where they were but I just shook my head at them not to do anything and they continued destroying evidence while watching us nervously. "Not you." He said as he pulled me over to the chair near the desk and pushed me down on it roughly as he held the gun to my forehead. I looked down at the ground as I focused on controlling my breathing so that I didn't start hyperventilating and tried to forget that someone was holding a gun to my head. Matt crouched down in front of me as he removed the gun from my head and tilted his head to the side as he looked at me strangely. He reached out to run a finger gently down my cheek and I flinched away from him slightly as I looked up at him in surprise. "I'm sorry you got caught up in this, Sophie. You've always been nice to me at school."
"Are you going to kill us?" I asked him in a pathetically weak voice that made me want to punch myself in the face and he smiled slightly at me as he stood up from the crouch without answering me.
"Deleted. And we're done. All right, 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 I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima." Stiles said calmly as he waved his arms slightly in the air and Scott stepped over to standing in front of me protectively.
"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt said casually as when a set of headlights lit up the room and we all turned to look at the window with panic in our eyes.
"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 him as he turned to look at the brunette teenager holding the gun and I slowly stood up from my chair without looking away from the window.
"If you don't move - now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom." Matt threatened calmly as he grabbed onto Stiles arm before holding the gun to his temple and Scott glanced over at me as he slipped his hand into mine. I nodded shakily for him to follow Matt's directions as I squeezed his hand and we began walking out of the evidence room towards the front of the station with Matt and Stiles trailing after us. We arrived at the front of the police station as Scott squeezed my hand comfortingly and Matt pushed passed us with Stiles in front of him. "Open it. Open the door." Matt ordered my brother sternly as he gestured to the door with the gun and pushed Stiles towards where Scott and I were standing to the side. I caught Stiles arm when he stumbled and he looked at me with a small thankful smile as I pulled him closer to my side.
"Oh, thank God." Scott breathed out in relief when he saw Derek standing on the other side of the floor but the Alpha didn't say anything and then he suddenly collapsed to the floor in a heap. I gasped in shock when I saw Jackson standing behind him with half his body covered in green scales and
"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asked weakly from the ground where he was lying and glared up at Matt as he crouched down next to him.
"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Matt taunted him as he smirked and I gaped for a second as I glanced at Scott and Stiles in surprise to see the same expression on their faces. "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, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Stiles replied sardonically as he nodded his head seriously and Matt glared at him for a second before gesturing with his head. I jumped back in shock when Stiles fell to land on top of Derek and I turned my head to see the kanima standing behind us with a blank expression. "You bitch."
"Get him off of me." Derek demanded in a strained voice as he grimaced slightly and I pressed my lips in a straight line to stop from laughing hysterically at the scene.
"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. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless." Matt mocked him with a sneer as he stood up from his crouch and Derek glared at him with narrowed greyish eyes.
"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch." Stiles agreed in a voice muffled by Derek's chest as Matt rolled his eyes at them and Scott pulled me closer to his side when Matt turned to look at us. Another set of headlights shone through the windows as a car turned into the car park and I snapped my head around to stare in horror at the window.
"Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Matt said calmly as he looked out the window before turning back to Scott who hesitated and Matt sighed tiredly as he rolled his eyes at my brother. I let out a startled gasp when Matt grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me in front of him before putting the barrel of the gun at my temple. I felt tears prickle my eyes as I stared at my brother's horrified face and tried to stop from whimpering like a frightened child despite feeling like I was about to break. "This work better for ya? I wonder if a werewolf can heal from a bullet to the brain?"
"Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott cried in distress as I closed my eyes tightly so that I didn't have to see the blatant fear in my brother's dark brown eyes.
"Then do what I tell you to." Matt told him firmly as he loosened his hold on my arm slightly and I slowly opened my eyes as my hands trembled in fright. "McCall, take 'em in there." He ordered Scott as he nodded towards where Derek and Stiles were lying before gesturing with his head towards the evidence room. Scott stared at him for a second before grabbing an arm of each of the paralysed guys and dragging them into the evidence room as Matt pulled me after him. I could feel the cold metal of the gun against my skin as Matt pushed me into the room and I stumbled slightly as I righted myself. "Let's go, Scott. Sophie, stay here."
"Okay, alright." My brother murmured as he placed Derek and Stiles down on the ground before he walked over to where I was standing and pressed a comforting kiss to my forehead. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"
"You - you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I - I want the book." Matt stuttered out as he raised the gun in front of him directed at Scott and I swallowed nervously as I watched him warily.
"What - what book?"
"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"We don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?" I asked him in a mixture of confusion and caution as I frowned slightly and Matt turned his head to look at me with frantic eyes.
"I need answers." He whispered desperately with tears in his eyes as his hand that was holding the gun wavered slightly and Scott stepped forward so that he was blocking Matt's view of me.
"Answers to what?" Scott asked him gruffly as he stood in front of me protectively and I wrapped my arm around my waist as though I was holding myself together.
"To this." Matt spat out as he lifted the side of his shirt up to reveal his side covered in green scales much like the kanima and I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp at the sight of it. Scott gaped at him for a second with his mouth open before Matt grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room with the gun pointed at his back.
"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles asked us quietly from the floor as I sat down on the seat by the desk and crossed my legs underneath me.
"I know, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this." I said calmly as I shook my head firmly in my belief because of what I had read in my research of the supernatural with Deaton.
"What do you mean?"
"Universe balances things out. Always does."
"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked me curiously in a strained voice as I pursed my lips together in thought and nodded slowly to myself even though he couldn't see me from down on the floor.
"And killing people himself." Derek concluded sagely in a tense voice from besides Stiles on the floor and I nodded in agreement as I placed my feet back down on the ground.
"So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima? Will he believe us if we tell him that?"
"Not likely."
"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he? All right, so what do we do? Do we just - do we just sit here and wait to die?" Stiles asked us both frantically as I got an idea suddenly and I abruptly stood up from my seat before hurrying over to Derek's side.
"Unless we can figure out a way to push the toxin out of your body faster. Like triggering the healing process." I told him pointedly as I got down on my knees next to the Alpha with a quirked eyebrow and Derek stared at my face for a second before nodding in agreement with a sigh. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before letting my werewolf claws come out and I grimaced in sympathy before piercing my elongated claws into his thigh. I watched with a frown as his face morphed into a painful scowl and I took my claws out of his legs before tearing into his thigh on the opposite leg.
"Wha - oh, what are you doing? Aw, gross." Stiles complained in disgust as I pulled my claws out of Derek's leg and I tried to ignore him the best I could as I scratched his leg again.
"I'm sorry. Sorry." I said softly to Derek when he cried in pain as I quickly removed my hand from his leg where the open wounds were and he closed his eyes tightly as he panted for breath. A loud gunshot suddenly rang out from the front of the police station and I froze in horror with my eyes wide with shock. "No, no, no, no." I mumbled to myself as I climbed to my feet with thoughts of Scott or my mom lying bleeding on the ground running through my mind. I wiped the blood that was on my hands on my jeans as I ran out of the room, ignoring Derek and Stiles when they called out to me. tears were stinging my eyes as I ran down the hallway towards the front of the police station and came to a skidding halt when I saw a puddle of scarlet red blood on the floor. I looked around wildly for sign of anyone as I fell to my knees next to the blood and gasped out a breath as I closed my eyes. I focused my werewolf hearing so that I could hear where Scott was and turned my head when I heard my brother's heavy breathing coming from one of the back rooms. I quickly got to my feet as I swallowed harshly and starting running in the direction that I heard Scott and Matt speaking.
"There. You know, I - I feel sorry for you, McCall, 'cause right now, you're thinkin', 'how am I gonna explain this when it heals?' And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. 'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die." I heard Matt say to Scott as I slowed to a walk and clenched my fists by my side as I wiped the tears from my cheek.
"Is that what happened to you? You drowned, didn't you?" I asked Matt knowingly as I entered the room slowly and he and Scott both spun around to face me as Matt raised the gun at me with a stern expression. I held my hands up in surrender as I walked forward a few feet and stole a quick concerned glanced at the blood on the front of Scott's shirt.
"I'm okay. I'm healing." Scott assured me with a nod when he followed my gaze down to his shirt and I nodded in relief as I came to a stop in the middle of the room.
"He shouldn't have let them drink." Matt murmured quietly as he lowered the gun to his side and I sighed silently in relief as I strolled over to Scott's side.
"What - who - Matt, what do you mean?"
"Lahey! He shouldn't have let them drink."
"What, who was drinking?" Scott asked in confusion as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side as I clutched onto his arm for comfort.
"The swim team, you idiot! I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey, he's letting his favourites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17, right?"
"Were you at Isaac's?" I asked him softly in a soothing voice as I looked at him in sympathy because I knew that this story wasn't going to end well and Matt looked at me silently for a second before turning to face the wall.
"He had this first edition Spider - man, 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 Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then - and then Bennett goes in and - And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny."
"They threw you in."
"I - I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I - I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing. All of a sudden, I was just - I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says -He says, 'you tell no one!', 'This, this is your fault!', 'What little bastard doesn't know how to swim?'. 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'd wake up in the middle of the night. I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was an asthmatic. They - they - they - they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I - I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then - then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just - I look at him, and I - 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 - like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
"Was - was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?" Scott asked cluelessly with a frown on his lips and I shook my head silently as Matt spun around to face him with rage filled eyes.
"God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!"
"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 stated softly as I licked my lips nervously with a frown and Matt nodded at me with a small smile playing on his lips.
"That's right, Sophie. Jackson is my fury. You know, 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. 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. " Matt informed us casually with a faint smile on his lips as he spread his arms out to the side and I tightened my grip on my brother's arm as the lights started to flicker. I felt my lower lip tremble slightly as the lights went out and the room was shrouded in total darkness. "What is this? What is this? What's happening? What's going on?"
"I don't know." Scott replied uneasily as we looked around the room wildly and I yelped in fright when the sound of rapid machine gunshots echoed throughout the police station. Scott gripped my arm as he pulled me down to the ground and I covered my head with my arms as we both crawled for cover under a desk.
"It's the Argent's. They know Jackson's here!" I shouted at Scott over the sound of bullets as we sat hunched together under the desk and Scott grabbed my hand in comfort as he nodded in understanding. "You have to go get Stiles and Derek."
"I'm not leaving you here!"
"You have to! They want to kill Derek, and they'll kill anyone who gets in the way. Stiles is in the way, Scott." I reminded him pointedly as I squeezed his hand tightly and looked into his eyes pleadingly with a shaky smile.
"Fine. But you have to get out of here, okay?" he told me firmly as he grabbed both of my hands in his and I nodded in agreement as I gave him a small push towards the opening. Scott nodded once at me before he pressed a kiss to my forehead and hurried out of the desk hideout into the darkness. I took a breath to calm my racing pulse before I slowly crawled out from under the desk and I squinted my eyes in the darkness to see where I was going as I stood up carefully. Gunshots were still ringing through the prescient as I tried to slowly make my way towards the holding cells where John and my mom were being held because I couldn't leave them in here no matter what I had told Scott.
"Oh, my god!" I cried out in pain as I felt a lead bullet tear through the skin of my stomach and lodge itself into my abdomen as I fell to my knees. My hand automatically went to the bullet wound as I gasped for breath but every breath was agonisingly painful and I felt my hand being drenched in blood from the hole in my stomach. It felt like a burning hot knife was being plunged into the muscle of my stomach as I pressed the wound harder to try and stop the profuse bleeding. Whenever I moved my hand slight I could still the bullet inside of me and I knew that it wouldn't heal properly unless I could get the lead out of my stomach. My hands were shaking from both pain and shock as I tried to shuffle on my knees over to the closest desk with one hand still applying pressure to the wound. "Ow, ow. Oh, god." I mumbled to myself as I stopped moving and leaned my back against the side of the desk with my eyes closed. I could feel the muscles around the lead bullet starting to mend themselves slowly and I knew that I had to get the bullet out now before it completely healed. I groaned in pain as I slowly turned around and climbed to my knees so that I could see the top of the desk. The lights were still out but I could vaguely see the outline of the objects on the desk and I reached out for what appeared to be a pair of scissors. My hand curled around the cold metal of the scissors as I pulled them towards me careful not to make any sudden movements that could disrupt my wound. I basically collapsed back onto the floor in exhaustion as my breaths came out in shallow pants and I rested my head back against the desk for a second before sighing resolutely. I opened the pair of scissors as wide as they would go before using the razor sharp metal to widen the bullet wound so that I would have more room to manoeuvre the bullet out of me. "Ahhh!" I screamed in agony as tears ran down my cheeks unashamedly and removed the scissors quickly as my muscles felt like they were on fire. I clenched my jaw together in determination as I elongated my werewolf claws before reaching into my own abdomen with a short cry of pain and moving my fingers around to try to find the lead bullet inside of me. with every movement of my hand, the pain increased until it felt like I was being repeated stabbed with a burning hot fire poker but I kept searching.
"Sophie?!" a familiar gruff voice called out from the darkness and I looked up in surprise as I removed my hand from my side with a grunt of pain.
"Chris?" I asked weakly as my eyes started to feel heavy and I leaned my head back against the desk as Chris Argent appeared at my side. he crouched down next to me with concern in his eyes as he looked at the blood seeping through my shirt and I hummed a little in acknowledgement as my eyes drifted shut.
"Sophie. hey, hey, stay awake!" he ordered me sternly as he slapped my cheek gently and I immediately blinked my eyes open as I shifted slightly but the movement aggravated my wound making my cry out in pain. My hands instantly went to the bullet hole in my side as I hunched forward slightly in pain and Chris frowned at me in concern as his gaze flew down to the wound before flickering to the pair of bloodied scissors next to me. "Did you try to cut the bullet out yourself?"
"Tried. Couldn't." I replied shortly as I gasped for breath as I closed my eyes again and whimpered slightly in pain as I shook my head. I opened my eyes when I felt him gently lifting up the edge of my bloodied shirt and I looked at the veteran hunter in confusion as he picked up the scissors form the ground. "What are you doing?"
"We need to the bullet out before you heal." He explained softly as he opened the metal scissors as wide as they would go and I nodded slightly as I leaned back against the desk with my eyes closed. "Ready?" he asked me gruffly as I felt the cold metal rest against the skin of my stomach and I nodded shortly with a grimace.
"Ahhh!" I screamed out in pain as the metal dragged across my skin and dug deep into my muscle as it tore its way through me. the burning spread throughout my entire body as Chris removed the scissors from my body and then replaced them with his fingers as he searched for the lead bullet that his family had shot into me. the irony of the situation wasn't lost on me as I grimaced in pain and tried to imagine a time when I wasn't going through this much pain.
"Ah, there it is." Chris murmured quietly as his fingers landed on the small piece of metal that had been lodged inside of me and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste the blood in my mouth as he removed the bullet as fast as he could without doing anymore damage. Chris took the bullet out of my abdomen as I slouched in relief that the pain was already starting to recede and I opened my eyes to look at him thankfully before my eyelids started to flutter closed. "Sophie? hey, Sophie!" I vaguely heard Chris calling to me but everything was fading quickly until the only thing I could see was darkness.
Okay, kiddies, here is the deal.
Because I am such a bitch, and yes, I can admit it, if you guys want Season 3 you're going to have to earn it….
Reviews, my friends, reviews. I want more.
I'm thinking…. 110? 115?
Just to prove how much you want to see more Sophie. And trust me, you're going to want to see more Sophie.
Thank you so much for reading Rising Moon!