Noah screamed and jumped back from his window, sending himself to the floor, against his desk.
"Noah, calm down!" Acosta, kneeling down next to Noah, failed to not yell at the panicking teen.
"You wake up to a decapitated head dangling outside your window and try to stay calm!" Noah yelled, more panicky than angry.
Acosta steeled himself and resumed his calm demeanor from earlier. "I need you to try and stay clam so you can take a shower and change into some real clothes."
"What?" Noah looked up at the man, a bit more calm, but very confused. "Why do I need to do all that?"
"Because I have to take you in for questioning."
"What!?" Noah turned away from Acosta as panic rose with his confusion.
"I'm not going to cuff you, but I do have to take you in for questioning," Acosta repeated.
Noah put his hands on his head, trying to take Acosta's advice, and cleared his throat. "Why am I going in?" He directed his gaze back to the officer.
"We found the severed heads of the people who attacked you and your friends dangling by a string hung up in front of your bedroom window."
"Obviously, I'm being framed!"
"And hopefully, we can prove that, but for now…" Acosta pulled Noah up to stand. "I have to-"
"'Take me in', yeah, yeah, I got that," Noah somberly said, in a futile attempt at sarcasm.
Outside, Margaret overheard two officers talking about Noah.
"This kid definitely couldn't kill three football players and a cop without some help," the female officer said to the taller male officer.
The male officer replied, "Not unless he made traps."
Back with Noah:
Noah was taking his requested shower. As the water fell onto his body, feeling like freshly heated needles piercing his skin with every jolt of anxiety and fear, Noah tried to steady himself mentally. The thought of being sent to prison, being seen as a killer, a psychopath, a murderer loving freak who went too far with his idolization of horror and the like—he put his hand against the shower wall to keep himself from falling forward on weak knees, and he began to sob.
Acosta knocked on the bathroom door and told Noah not to cry. "You can do plenty of that later. For now, just get ready like you normally do."
Noah verbally complied and continued his shower.
Scott woke up to his phone ringing, he answered it with a groggy "Hello?".
"Noah is being questioned at the precinct for a murder!" Emma said alarmingly.
Scott shot out of bed to meet his friends and possibly rescue Noah from being falsely persecuted.
When Acosta got Noah into interrogation, he made sure that he was the only one to question the young man.
Noah was sitting with his head on the table, hands going through his hair and both feet bouncing.
Acosta sat across from Noah, with a manila folder full of paper on the table. "Listen," he broke the silence, "I know you didn't do this, but all the evidence points to you and an accomplice."
The accused teen shot up and yelled, "How!?"
"We found the dismembered heads of the group that attacked you and your friends, the head of an officer that was harassing you, and the head of Christopher Argent."
"See! Why would I kill him!? He was my friend!"
Acosta sighed, knowing he had to do his job, despite his care for Noah and awareness of the supernatural. "Did you two have an argument recently about anything?"
Noah calmed a bit. "No…the only thing that has happened is him deciding not to work on the graphic novel with me anymore."
"I thought he decided to help less, not completely stop."
"Yeah," Noah shook his head absent mindedly, "that."
Acosta opened his folder. "You know how that's going to sound, right?" He then wrote down what Noah said.
"Aren't you supposed to be helping me!?"
"The only way I can help is by finding the truth. You know that."
"You just said what every cop in a move and tv show says and it rarely ever works out the way it's supposed to."
"This isn't a movie or tv show, Noah. Just be patient and trust me, okay?"
"Okay." Noah resumed his position from when Acosta first entered the room.
Acosta closed the folder and pushed it away from himself. "Now, what I'm about to ask you is a personal question that will not go into any files. Is it possible that you were or are possessed by a supernatural being?"
"No." Noah sat back up. "Those are usually benevolent like, Brooke, Lydia, Parish, and the others."
"Except for Stiles and Scott's old friend Jackson."
"They didn't know who they were, they lost themselves. They were open to manipulation and malevolence." Noah leaned forward, tapping on the table with his finger as he said, "I know, who I am."
"Well, I guess we'll find out soon whether or not you are." Acosta stood, grabbing his folder, and told Noah, before he left the room, "I promise you, we will find anyway to help you."
Noah nodded and thanked Acosta.
Brooke and the others rushed into the precinct, being led by Brooke, heading straight to the Sheriff's office.
Before they could reach the door, a round redheaded female officer blocked it from them.
"Move," Brooke demanded, rage emanating from her words and glare.
The officer sternly told the teen, "No".
Brooke clenched her fists and teeth. "I want to see him."
"You and I both know I can't let you into his office without his permission first."
"I want to see him!" Brooke screamed a Banshee cry when she yelled 'him', causing her friends to cover their ears in pain, busting light bulbs and destroying windows.
However, the most threatening part of the scream, came from the officer feeling it in her chest like a bullet…bringing her to her knees in pain after Brooke stopped screaming.
Acosta barged out of the interrogation room, saw the group, and immediately went outside with them; all the while another officer helped the redhead out of the way of the dangerous teens.
Right before Scott entered the office, he heard the redheaded officer say she had heard of teens like them before.
"Well, since one of you destroyed all the windows in my precinct, we now have to talk outside!" Acosta yelled at them.
"Why the hell is my boyfriend in there!?" Brooke accosted Acosta.
"Keep you voice down," Acosta told Brooke with a pointed finger.
Brooke closed her arms in response.
"He is in there because he is currently our main suspect."
It was Audrey's turn to approach Acosta and she stood next to Brooke. "Are you insane? What could he even do?"
"I have a theory," Acosta was about to explain until Emma joined the other two.
"And what's that?" Emma sassily questioned.
Acosta exhaled heavily out his nose, irritated by the girls' rude behavior. "I think Noah might be possessed by a supernatural entity like you and your friends."
All three girls began to yell at Acosta, saying his theory was dumb, didn't make any sense, and that he couldn't be possessed by anything like them.
Acosta was done. "Be quiet!" He yelled at them.
"NO!" They yelled back and continued their previous raving.
Acosta looked over them to Scott for help.
Scott cautiously looked at the empty window frames. He sighed, lowered his head, and brought it back up to roar at the girls.
The girls shut their eyes as the felt the roar behind them and they stopped yelling at Acosta once Scott was done.
"What the hell was that!?" An officer called out from a window frame.
"Did I call for someone to come out here!?" Acosta yelled to the officer. "Mind your own damn business until I say otherwise!" He turned back to the girls. "Now listen, I'm going to let Brooke see Noah, but you three," he looked to the others, "need to go home. I understand Noah cannot be possessed by whatever you three have going on, what Lydia is, and whatever the hell else the others are. I'm simply saying, he MIGHT be possessed by something none of you know about."
They accepted what Acosta said and did as told.