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SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"So this kid's the real killer?" Dad asked us, looking at Matt's yearbook picture.

All of us - Dad, Scott, Stiles, Rae, Addie, and I - were gathered in Stiles' room, explaining everything to Dad.

"Yeah," Stiles answered him.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on," I said. "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."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class," Dad crossed his arms.

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles asked, sarcastically.

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."

"H-"

Dad interrupted Stiles, "Scott, Rae, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us," Scott said.

"We know it's Matt," Rae nodded.

"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 told Dad.

"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?" Dad questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." Stiles sighed, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" Dad asked.

"We need to look at the evidence," Scott said.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work!" Dad exclaimed.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles told him.

"Trust you?" Dad raised an eyebrow.

"Trust - trust Scott?"

"Scott, I trust," Dad nodded.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"It's two in the morning," the deputy said, disbelievingly.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Dad pleaded.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered to us as Dad and the deputy talked.

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?"

"The pregnant girl!" Rae's eyes widened.

"Jessica," I nodded.

"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him," Stiles told us.

"Thank you," Dad told the deputy, having convinced her. "Let's go," he told us.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this," Dad showed us a paper. "There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going," Stiles said. "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."

"Oh, hold on, stop!" Scott pointed to the camera, "Did you see that? Scroll back."

Stiles scrolled back and exclaimed, "That's him! That's Matt!"

Rae, Addie, and I went to look.

"All I see is the back of someone's head," Dad frowned.

"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird," Stiles said.

"Are you crazy?" Dad exasperated.

"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions," I winced. "Literally."

"I'm wearing one right now," Rae laughed.

"Okay, can we scroll forward?" Scott asked. "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

They scrolled through the cameras.

"Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again," Stiles said.

"You mean there's the back of his head again," Dad rolled his eyes.

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone," Stiles squinted.

Scott looked closer. "He's talking to my mom."

Scott and Rae looked at each other.

Scott pulled his phone out and dialed Ms. McCall's number, putting it on speaker.

When she picked up, he asked, "Mom, I need to know if you've seen this guy."

"Scott," she sighed. "You know how many people I deal with in a day?"

"This one's sixteen, he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."

"Yeah, he looks evil," Rae said into the phone.

"Raegan, I already talked to the police about this."

"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you," Scott quickly took a picture of Matt's yearbook photo and sent it. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah," she said after a moment.

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

"It's - it's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go," Scott hung up the phone.

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," Dad said.

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," I nodded.

"Actually, four," Dad said, frowning at a piece of paper. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" Stiles asked.

Dad looked at him, "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?"

"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, Sammy, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here," Dad ordered.

"On it," Stiles and I said, heading out into the hall.

We made our way to the front of the station to find it completely empty.

"Hello?" I called.

Stiles and I looked behind the front desk and found the deputy that had let us in.

Mauled and bloody.

And her gun was missing.

Stiles and I were quietly backing away, when we ran into someone.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"She's on her way here," Scott says, hanging up the phone. "Sheriff?"

When we heard his confused tone, Addie and I turned from where we was examining the bookshelf and saw Sheriff Stilinski and Scott looking towards the doorway.

At Sammy and Stiles.

Who were being held at gunpoint by Matt.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Sheriff asked, putting his hands up in surrender. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Addie whimpered from next to me, hugging my arm.

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are," Matt said, sardonically.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

Maybe there was a way I could take the gun from him…

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people," Matt said. "You six 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-"

Scott's hand froze in his pocket and he brought it out.

"That- that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone," he said, motioning towards the door. When no one moved, he yelled, "Now!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Tighter," Matt said, pointing the gun at Stiles and Sheriff, who was handcuffed to the cell wall.

"Do what he says, Stiles," Sheriff nodded.

Stiles sighed and tightened the handcuff.

After Matt led us away from the cell room, we all doubletake when we pass a hallway that's littered with bloody deputy bodies.

"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asks, angrily.

Matt lowered his gun to answer him and I took that as my chance. I quickly reached for the gun, but jerked away when claws scratched the length of my arm.

"No," Matt says, answering Scott's question. "That's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

We all turned to see Jackson in half-kanima form, with his eyes yellow and slitted and his face and arms green and scaly.

He watched me as I sank to my knees, then fell face-first into the carpeted floor. He then stalked away.

"Anyone try anything like that again, that's what's happening," Matt laughed. "Scott, pick her up and put her in one of the cells."

ADELINE LAHEY

"Deleted," Stiles says, looking up from his dad's laptop. "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 Rae, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."

Before Matt could say anything, we heard the sound of a car pull up into the police station parking lot.

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

But it wasn't a good kind of smile, it was a scary one.

"Matt, don't do this," Scott begged. "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill your sister first, and then your mom. And then little Adeline," he turned to look at me and I shrunk away, hiding behind Sammy, who was glaring at Matt.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Open it," Matt told Scott.

"Please."

"Open. The. Door."

Scott sighed and slowly opened the door to reveal…

Derek!

We were saved!

"Oh, thank God," Scott exhaled.

But Derek didn't say anything; he had a weird look on his face. Suddenly, he dropped to the floor, revealing Jackson.

I screamed and Jackson cut me, too. I fell, limply, next to Derek.

Matt bent down to look at Derek.

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek asked, baffled. "This kid?"

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

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal," Stiles sassed.

In response, Jackson cut him in the neck.

"You bitch," Stiles mumbled, before tumbling down onto Derek.

"Get him off of me," Derek glared at Matt.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek," Matt laughed. "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."

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

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles said into Derek's shirt.

Then we heard another car pull into the parking lot.

"Is that her?" Matt smiled. "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!" Sammy said.

Matt suddenly pulled on Sammy and held the gun up to her head. "This work better for ya?"

"No," Stiles and I yelled from the ground.

"Matt, please don't do this! L-Let's talk about it first!" Sammy let out a cry.

"You know what, Sammy? It would be a shame if I killed you," he sneered.

"Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott yelled.

"Then do what I tell you to."

"Okay. All right. Stop!"

Matt let go of Sammy and she rushed to Scott's side.

"You, take 'em in there," Matt told Jackson, looking down at the three of us. "You two," he looked at Scott and Sammy, "-with me.

RAEGAN MCCALL

After Scott had locked me in the cell, thankfully propped up against the wall, Sheriff and I listened for any noises than could tell us what was going on.

It was completely silent for at least half an hour - until we heard a gunshot and screaming.

My mom's screaming.

I felt my blood run cold.

"Stiles! Sammy! What happened?!" Sheriff shouted.

No one answered and a few minutes later, Mom, Scott, Sammy, and Matt came into the room.

When my mom saw me, she could barely restrain herself from running to my cell door.

"Raegan, are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine, are you?"

"I'm fine - but your brother-" she whimpered and I turned to see that Scott had been shot in the abdomen.

Matt locked Mom into the cell next to me and I sighed a breath of relief. I knew he was a werewolf and would heal. Mom, on the other hand…

"Please, he needs to see a doctor," Mom pleaded.

"You think so?" Matt said, laughing, obviously knowing Scott's secret.

"Hey, hey, you listen to me!" Sheriff yelled.

"It's all right. I'm okay," Scott reassured from the ground.

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

"It doesn't hurt, Mom," he said, trying to calm her down.

"'Cause that's the adrenaline, okay?" she insisted. "Please, let me - let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

My heart broke for her. I really wanted to tell her the truth, to calm her. But that would endanger her.

"They have no idea, do they?" Matt snickered.

God, I fucking hate his guts.

"Please. Let me just take a quick look. I-"

"Shut - shut - shut - shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head!"

"Okay. Okay."

"Back to the front, McCall," Matt said, pointing his gun at the door. When no one moved, he mockingly said, "After you."

Sammy, Scott, and Matt left.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

When Matt led us back to Dad's office (where Jackson had now moved Stiles, Derek, and Addie), Scott said, "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."

"What- What book?" I asked, even though I knew damn-well which book he was talking about.

"The beastiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

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

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?" Stiles asked from the ground.

"To this," Matt lifted his shirt, showing us the green, scaly skin.