ADELINE LAHEY

After everyone left, there was an awkward silence for a while.

Until Stiles broke it, "Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?"

"I know the book's not gonna help him," Derek told him. "You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"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?" I asked.

"And killing people himself," Derek nodded.

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?" Stiles frowned.

Derek nodded. "Balance."

"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?"

"Yep."

Oh, no.

"All right, so what do we do? Do we just - 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. Like triggering the healing process."

"Wha - oh, what are you doing?" Stiles grimaced as Derek stuck his claws into his leg, blood oozing out.

"Ew," I wrinkled my nose, looking away.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"You know, I- I feel sorry for you, McCall," Matt said. "'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."

"Is that what happened to you? You drowned, didn't you?" I realized.

"He shouldn't have let them drink," Matt muttered to himself.

"What - who - Matt, what do you mean?" Scott straightened.

"Lahey! He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What, who was drinking?"

"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 favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?"

"Were you at Isaac's?" I frowned.

"He had this first edition Spiderman, 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-"

"Bennett? What - the hunter?" Scott asks.

Matt continues, "And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny."

"They threw you in," I whispered, feeling a tiny ounce of pity for Matt.

"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, "You tell no one! This, this is your fault! What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!"

"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?" he said at Scott's blank look.

"Was - was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?" Scott asked cluelessly.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. You think he'd know better.

"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. 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.

"So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture - And Jackson would take their life."

"Matt, I get it. I get that what you went through was traumatic and terrible, but you can't kill people because of it!" I shot back. "Almost everyone in this station has had a rough childhood, but you don't see us murdering people! You can still heal from what you went through!"

I was unsure of where my confidence was suddenly coming from. Maybe it was because I didn't want to spend the last few minutes of my life being insecure and pathetic? Or maybe it was because I was trying to protect myself from him. It was probably the second reason. I read somewhere that our natural instinct is to protect ourselves from danger.

Suddenly the lights flickered off and an alarm started blaring.

"What is this?" Matt panicked. "What is this? What's happening? What's going on?"

"I don't know," Scott said, pulling my arm and bringing me close to him. We were holding on to each other for dear life.

Hundreds of bullets began to pierce through the window.

Matt lunged for cover and Scott pulled me to hide behind a desk.

When the gunfire stopped there was a terrifying silence.

Then something was thrown into the room. It exploded and the room was instantly filled with smoke.

Smoke grenade.

Scott grabbed my hand and we ran through the doorway to find Jackson. Scott threw him into the smoke-filled room and we ran until we found Stiles, Derek, and Addie where we had left them.

"Take them!" Derek yelled, motioning towards Stiles and Addie. "Go!"

Scott pulled Stiles up and led him out the door and I carried Addie's little body easily, following after him.

"Behind you!" Scott yelled to me.

I looked behind me and saw Jackson.

I quickly closed the door, which he broke down, and shut the next door behind me. He broke down that one too and this went on for a few more times until we came to a dead end. Scott and I nervously watched the door, waiting for him to break this one down.

But thankfully, he didn't.

We laid Stiles and Addie down against the far wall.

"Don't move," Scott said. When Stiles gave him a look, he rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."

Scott and I hurried from the room and were running down a dark corridor when we nearly ran smack into Allison.

"Oh, sh - Allison," Scott come to a halt, his eyes widened.

"Where's Derek?" she asked, emotionlessly. And I noticed the crossbow in her arms.

"Allison?" I frowned.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

"If you're not going to tell me, then get out of my way."

"Allison," Scott protested.

"Where is he?" she repeated, bringing the crossbow down.

What the hell's gotten into her?

"Allie…" I said. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"

"What happened?" Scott asked in a soft tone, seemingly not minding the crossbow aimed directly at his face.

"You two need to stay away from me right now. I need to go. Just stay out of my way," she said, her voice cracking, and running down the corridor we had just come from.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"AHH!" Sheriff screamed as he tried pulling his hand out of the handcuff.

The feeling had come back to my arms but not my legs yet, so I was able to drag myself to the bars of the cell.

"Come on, come on, come on," Mom chanted. "Come on, come on, come on!"

When he finally got out, Mom and I cheered. But the victory was short-lived, because Matt barged into the room and hit Stilinski in the head with his gun. Mom screamed as Stilinski fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Matt? Matt, please, listen to me. My son has 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?" Mom pleaded.

"How totally clueless are you people?" Matt bellowed.

When we heard a growling coming from the corner of the room, we turned to see a red-eyed Derek in wolf-form.

"Derek!" I marveled.

He was about to lunge at Matt, when the kanima emerged from the door. Derek and the kanima began to fight and Matt fled the room.

While they fought, I wondered how my mom was taking all this. I desperately wished I was in the same cell as her.

When the kanima threw Derek across the room, his head hit the wall hard and he collapsed down next to my cell.

"C'mon, Derek," I reached for him through the bars. "Get up."

He slowly blinked at me, out of it.

From my mom's cell, I could hear the kanima hissing, toying with her.

Thankfully, before it could get too far, Scott and Sammy burst through the doorway and Scott threw the kanima away from the cell. Sammy ran towards my cell to get out of the way.

"Are you okay? A-Are you hurt?" she panted.

"I'm fine. Sammy, you need to slap Derek awake. I can't reach him," I said.

Her eyes bulged, "Are you crazy?"

"If you don't, Jackson will hurt Scott. You have to!" I exclaimed.

She nodded, wincing.

"Come on, Sammy," she whispered to herself. "You have to do it for Scott. You can do it."

This girl was weird. How hard was it to slap a guy?

She brought her hand up, and smacked it hard against Derek's cheek. He quickly got up and Sammy jumped out of the way.

Derek ran towards the kanima and I heard my mom say, "Oh, God, Scott? Scott, you okay? Scott?"

Scott was kneeling in front of her cell. He slowly got up, revealing his wolf-form to her.

I heard her gasp.

Oh god. The cat's out of the bag.

"No, no," she cried.

Scott turned and ran out of the room.

ADELINE LAHEY

Stiles had told me to stay and he crawled out of the room a few minutes ago.

I really wish he hadn't left me alone. My heart was beating so fast out of fear.

Someone suddenly burst into the room.

It was Matt.

Oh, no.

He was very angry. The look on his face gave me flashbacks to the times when Daddy had gotten angry.

"You," he seethed, and I couldn't help but let out a whimper. "I can't ever escape Lahey's, can I?"

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered.

"God, you're such a great actress. Acting like an innocent little girl all the time. Such a baby. But I know the real you. You're just like the rest of them. Evil, manipulative, heartless!" he yelled. By then, tears were streaming down my face. "Vengeance is mine."

Then he shot me and ran out of the room.

Authors' notes:

Man, that ending though. What a cliffhanger! Sorry we haven't been updating lately, but hopefully these back-to-back updates make up for it :)

-Mod R

Like Mod R said, sorry for not updating that much lately. We just started junior year and it's been hell (no wonder why it's the worst year of high school). We'll try our best to update as much as we can. Love you guys and hope you enjoyed the chapter.

-Mod S

Damn these mods work fast. It's only been like 5 hours and they already finished the next chapter. It's probably because we're only 4 chapters away from being done with Season 2. Can't wait for season 3!

-Mod A