Chapter 25 - Abominable Snowman
STILINSKIS' HOUSE
''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 argued as he tried to convince his father that Matt was the one who'd murdered all the victims, he wasn't making it easy for himself.
While Mickey had still to recover from that weird hallucination drug that Lydia had put in the punch, Scott and Stiles had finally figured out who it was controlling the kanima. Matt had practically presented himself as he was pushed into the pool, unable to swim he'd been saved by Jackson. To further prove it, Scott had seen Matt together with the kanima outside the party.
''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 sheriff, Noah asked as he looked between the two teens. Mickey was sat on the bed with his head in his hands, his mind still tired from the episode the hallucination had caused.
''Isn't it obvious?'' Stiles said as if they all should know it too, ''Isn't it obvious? 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?''
Looking up from the palm of his hands, Mickey watched as the sheriff contemplated his sons' words, ''What do you want me to do?''
Breathing out a relieved breath, Stiles turned to Scott who was looking at the sheriff, ''We need to look at the evidence.''
''Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work,'' the sheriff reminded them all making Mickey glance up at Stiles, the teen didn't look any less driven.
''Trust me, they'll let you in,'' he argued.
The sheriff almost looked offended by the thought, ''Trust you?''
''Trust..'' Stiles slowly pointed behind him where Scott stood, ''Trust Scott?''
SHERIFF STATION
While the others were looking through the hospitals' security cameras, Mickey tried to text Allison but found his messages short of replies. He hadn't heard from her at all, it worried him. If it was as he'd feared her mother was dead he found it weird that she hadn't called for him, it worried him that she was going through it alone.
Even with his mind occupied the distant thud of something hitting the floor didn't go unnoticed, his eyes shifting away from the phone as they focused on the door. He absently put his phone into his jeans pocket as he got up from the chair, glancing at the other three occupying the room before he headed back towards the front desk. Someone was there yet when he stepped over to the counter he found it-empty, sudden approaching footsteps made him look back to the way he came from. Stiles gave him a smile before he too turned the corner and found the front desk empty, his eyes lowering the ground behind it. Moving closer Mickeys' heart sunk at the sight of the woman who'd greeted them only an hour ago, several deep gashes on her chest indicating a painful death.
They both noticed the missing gun and Mickey finally realized who was in the room, the sound of the safety being flipped off the gun and the look on Stiles's face told it all.
...
They'd been forced to handcuff the sheriff by the jail cells before Matt brought them over to the evidence room to destroy everything surrounded him, although Mickey didn't think it mattered even if the guy killed the sheriffs and destroyed the evidence. He would have to kill the whole town and even more, if he wanted to get away with it, he was just making an even bigger case around him.
Though he kept his mouth shut as he helped Scott and Stiles destroy all the files, keeping one eye at Matt who was still pointing his gun towards them as he patiently waited for them to finish.
''Deleted. And we're done,'' Stiles said as he stood by the computer, his eyes at Matt, ''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.''
Just as he finished the room lit up and the sound of a car engine was heard as Melissas' car was parked outside, Mickey looked at Scott as Matt spoke, ''Sounds like your mom's here, McCall.''
His eyes turning harsh yet pleading, Scott looked at Matt, ''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.''
The door to the station opened and they all looked towards the front desk, Mickey glanced at Stiles just as the other looked towards him. Both looks conveyed that they didn't know what to do, the odds were against them because of the kanima.
''If you don't move -,'' before he chuckled, ''now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, or maybe Mickey and then your mom.''
They had no choice but to oblige, Mickey could see the kanima just as it disappeared behind a corner. So they did as told and watched as Scott was forced to open the door, all surprised to see Derek on the other side.
''Oh, thank God,'' Scott breathed out, Mickey felt his shoulders relax slightly as Stiles slumped beside him.
Although Derek said nothing and they all watched as he fell to the floor, unable to move. The kanima or Jackson, like a mix of them both, stood in the doorway looking at them knowing all hope had been lost on them.
''This is the one controlling him? This kid?'' Derek said sounding unimpressed as Matt stood over him, he'd probably expected someone more like Gerard rather than a teenage kid.
''Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf,'' Matt revealed, Mickey felt his brow as he glanced towards Scott and Stiles who were sharing a un-surprised look, ''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. What do you turn into?''
''Abominable snowman,'' Stiles said without missing a beat, the sarcasm thick in his voice, ''But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal.''
Not pleased with the level of sarcasm, Matt gestured towards Stiles. Neither Mickey or Scott was quick enough as Jackson suddenly cut the back of Stiles's neck, sending the teen to the ground with a well-chosen curse.
''Get him off of me,'' Derek demanded to make Mickey look from Jackson down at the two males on the floor, Stiles having landed on top of Derek.
''Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair,'' Matt taunted as he crouched down beside them, his eyes boring into the alpha as he spoke, ''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. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am,'' Derek offered followed by Stiles weak ''Yeah, bitch.''
Glaring at both of them, Matts' attention suddenly turned towards Mickey whos' glances were directed at Jackson pointing a dangerously clawed finger in Scott's direction, ''Mickey Jagger, you're actually the biggest mystery in here.''
''Don't flatter, I'm just human,'' Mickey said as Jackson suddenly turned towards him, his hands raised to show that he meant no harm as he turned towards Matt.
''You know I thought the same until I had Jackson do some digging,'' Matt said as he once again raised the gun as if controlling the kanima wasn't enough protection. He was about to continue when another vehicle was parked outside of the station, all of them stilling as they waited for it to stop. Matts' frown deepened, ''Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her.''
''Scott, don't trust him!'' Stiles called but came to an abrupt stop as Matt leaned to grip his shirt, swinging him off of Derek so that he was laid on his back against the floor.
His foot landed on Stiles's throat, pressing down, ''This work better for ya?''
Taking a step forward, Mickey saw Jackson claw being raised to nick him but avoided it with a quick side-step but he wasn't expecting Jacksons' next move and he groaned as the kanima gripped the back of his neck hard enough to force him down on his knees.
''Okay, just stop! Stop!'' Scott pleaded Mickey glared at Matt who foot remained on Stiles's throat as the teen fought for air.
''Then do what I tell you to,'' Matt threatened, his eyes glossy as he stared at the werewolf.
He didn't hesitate, ''Okay. All right. Stop!''
Finally, he let up and Stiles could breathe, sucking in breaths like he was starving for it. Mickey sighed, relieved to see his friend alright yet the slight nick on the back of his head didn't go unnoticed by him. Luckily Stiles was there to catch him.