Chapter 12: Fury

Here's Fury and this was easily on of my favorites to write so I hope you guys like it!

As I sped through my neighborhood, I hoped that Jackson's car wasn't going to be reported as a stolen vehicle. If it was, then was literally the easiest grand theft auto offense I've ever committed (and the only one). Besides the police had way worse things to worry about than a sixteen year old temporarily borrowing a Porsche. Once I arrived at my house, I abruptly slammed on the brakes and rushed inside. I threw the heels beside the stairs and took of up them. Once I reached my room, I ditched Matt's leather jacket and the dark cocktail dress in two movements.

Yes, I had decided to go all the way home to change, but I also needed to go through some more of Matt's things as well hide any evidence of my own. I slipped into a pair of black jeans and a loose grey v-neck. Stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I slipped Matt's jacket back on and grabbed the list of names I wrote down earlier. I made my way to Matt's room and shoved the door open. Automatically, I checked under the bed and began searching through a few shoeboxes with pictures.

The feel of vibrations from my phone had interrupted my snooping. I pulled it out with an annoyed groan to see that I was getting a call from Derek of all people. I sent the call to voicemail and continued shuffling through the pictures. Most of them were old ones of Matt's and I childhood. You could totally tell which ones Matt took because his finger was in half of the shot. The older he got, the better he was. At taking pictures, that is. I shook the memories out of my head and shut the box and kicked it back under the bed.

My phone began vibrating again, only this time it was Scott calling me. My finger hovered over the green button while I tried to decide if I wanted to answer the call or not. It sent itself to voicemail while was trying to figure out what I was going to do. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and then finally found what I was looking for. Matt's camera. Granted there were probably the same pictures on his computer as well on the camera I was holding, but this was more than enough proof. I scrambled back to my room and began kicking at the loose floorboard under my rug until it budged. I stashed the camera, memory cards, and the list of names I had written down. "Ugh! What?" I groaned as my phone began to vibrate again. This time it was Ms. McCall and I swear I would be less confused in college level Calculus. I ignored her phone call as well and headed back to Jackson's Porsche.

"What are you doing?"

Okay. I know for a fact that Miguel the brooding werewolf didn't follow me to the police station because I ignored his phone call. I was definitely paying more attention to my rear view mirror than actually watching the road. Which means Stiles was right about my terrible driving, but that's neither here nor there. But I'm guessing Derek's here under werewolf intuition. I stuffed Jackson's keys in my pocket and walked up to Derek who looked like he was ready to tell me to leave. Luckily, I had prepared the perfect response to his burning question. "I don't know."

Absolutely riveting, right? That could have moved mountains.

"Go home, Charlie," he barked. "I'm only gonna tell you once."

"Didn't you call me like ten minutes ago?" I asked in a curious voice.

Derek looked put out for second before blinking away. "That was an accident. Besides, I needed to find Scott."

Derek and Scott's relationship had taken quite a turn in these past few days. I guess a common enemy could do strange things to people. I wasn't sure if Derek had my best interest in my mind by insisting that I go home. I wasn't sure if I were here to defend or fight my brother anyway. I surely wasn't gonna let Derek Hale decide that.

"Well, which is it? A butt dial, you needed me, or you were looking for Scott?"

"Go home," he growled with an eye roll before leaving to through the entrance of the station. Once Derek had disappeared inside, I took off in a sprint to the back of the police station. To my own surprise the back door was already open. Sadly, it was also smeared with blood which was never a good sign. Also a sign that was too late.

I opened the door expecting more blood and possibly a body and wasn't even fazed when I saw three. My face scrunched up in a mix of sadness and disgust as I carefully stepped over everyone. Seeing their too still bodies and face made a heavy sense of sadness wash over me. There was no way Matt could come out of this with no consequences. I eventually made my way to the main hallway and followed the bloody footprints.

I passed the holding cells and was shocked to see Mr. Stilinski handcuffed to the wall. He sent a frown and I bet you five bucks he was about to tell me to go home as well. Or maybe he was gonna ask why my brother was going apeshit.

Beating him to the punch, I shushed him and continued down the hall before he could try to say something to me. I poked my head down the hall to Matt's back to me and Scott and his mom were facing me. On the ground, Stiles and Derek were unmoving and unimpressed by Matt who was wielding a gun.

Oh, I was beyond too late.

I checked the other end of the hall to make sure Jackson wasn't sneaking up on me. Once I saw the coast was clear, I leaned back against the hall I was hiding in. Subconsciously, I began rubbing the back of my neck where Stiles and Derek were more than likely scratched. And he told me to go home. Eat crow, Derek Hale.

With a large sigh, I tried to formulate a plan in my head that would keep everyone less harmed then they already were. God, that's what I get for procrastinating. I don't even have a weapon. So, what the hell do I do other than stand here and wait for the inevitable to happen? Do something, do nothing.

BANG!

I jumped at the sound of a gunshot and immediately left my place from the main hallway. There were a few screams followed by the gunshot and feet began to move faster than my brain. I made it into the lobby where Stiles and Derek were paralyzed on the ground. Scott was holding his stomach defensively and his mom looked as if she desperately wanted to help. "Hi," I panted. I ignored their carping and protests except one. "God, she's an idiot," Derek huffed. I almost stopped to chew him out, but decided to let it slip for now. But later that werewolf ass was mine.

And I mean that in a totally not dirty way. Eh, well maybe.

"Matt!" I yelled.

BANG!

Despite the fact that he's my brother, I forgot how jumpy he is. Especially in intense situations such as this one. So, I should have expected something like him shooting toward me in response of me entering the room. Fortunately, he had missed and I'm pretty sure he and I had matching shocked facial expressions down to a frickin' tee. "Matt," I began again breathlessly with my hands extended in front of me shakily. There was a familiar feeling in my throat that I was forced to push down. "Put the gun down."

"Seriously, you think you can just come in here and tell me to 'put the gun down'," he mocked, waving the weapon around. Honestly, yes. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being right again. "Great plan. I'm actually thrilled you're here. Come on," he egged, pointing gun between the three of us. I brought up the rear as we all walked to the holding cells where Mr. Stilinski was still handcuffed. Matt promptly locked Melissa in a cell who was trying to keep from crying further.

"Matt?" Mr. Stilinski called out. "Matt, listen to me—"

"Shut—shut—shut up!" Matt managed to yell.

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

"You think so?" Matt quipped sarcastically.

"Matt," I warned, standing behind him.

"Don't stand behind me, it make me nervous," he grumbled through his teeth.

"That makes you nervous," I asked incredulously. "Of all things happening right now, me standing behind you make you nervous?"

"Yes," he yelled, turning around quickly to point the gun at me. I quickly shut my mouth and threw my hands up defensively. Alright, so bickering back and forth wasn't a good idea right now. I backed up until I reached Scott's side. He in turn placed a hand on my shoulder as an attempt to comfort me. And I am totally grateful for him.

"Hey!" Mr. Stilinski yelled again. "Hey, you listen to me!"

"It's all right," Scott insisted to his mom and Mr. Stilinski.

"No, honey, you're not okay," his mom sniffled.

"It doesn't hurt, mom."

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

Matt looked in between Scott and Ms. McCall before smirking. "They have no idea, do they?"

"Please," she pleaded. "Let me just take a quick look. I—"

"Shut—shut—shut—shut up!" Matt loudly interrupted again. I squeezed Scott's hand as a reaction. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

"Okay, okay."

Once Matt had seemingly calmed (and I use that word very, very loosely) down he looked at Scott and me. He glanced down at our linked hands, which in turn we immediately unlinked. "Back to the front." Scott and I took the lead while Matt trailed behind us.

"You trust me, right?" I whispered, knowing Scott could hear me. I saw Scott nod out of the corner of my eye. "Then just stay calm and let me handle this." Scott's reaction couldn't have been a more elaborate one when he whipped his head to me.

"Go!" Matt roughly said, pushing Scott with the barrel of the gun. I glanced back at Matt who seemed to have a permanent glare. We made it back to the room where Derek and Stiles remained still.

"Matt," I began slowly. "What's your endgame here?"

"Yeah," Scott added. "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."

Scott shot me a confused look and then turned back to Matt. "What—what book?"

"The bestiary," Matt stressed. He turned to me and grimaced. "Not the few pages in English I took from you, I want the entire thing."

"We don't have it. It's Gerard's," Scott confirmed. "What do you want it for anyways?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this." Matt lifted his shirt to reveal that same disgusting rash thing I was getting on my hip and waist area.

"Oh, ew, you're getting one too?" I asked, lifting my bloody shirt partially to reveal the same thing. There were more collective groans until I covered it again. "So, this is your fault? You're kidding me?"

"It's not my fault!"

"How?!" I shouted back. Yeah, shouting at the guy with the gun is a stupid, stupid move. At least Scott wasn't hysterical. Or maybe he was doing a really good job at hiding it. You know, maybe Derek was right about me being an idiot. "Look around, Matt," I gestured to the scene around us that had spiraled long before I got here. Matt ran both hands through his short air and groaned. "What, Matt? What is it?"

He pointed his gun at me which was slowly losing its effect on me. "You don't even know Charlie and that's the worst part!" He shouted with thickness in his voice.

"Charlie…" Scott warned, placing a hand on my shoulder again.

"You," Matt point to Scott. "Need to get in touch with Gerard. Let's go."

Once we all reached the office where Scott's phone was, I began scoping the office out for anything I could use as a weapon. Using Scott as a werewolf shield wasn't a liable option and I'm more than sure that Ms. McCall wouldn't appreciate that. "There," Matt gestured to the desk. Scott was still painfully holding his wound. I walked over and pressed to see if the area was tender or at least healing at a decent pace. By Scott's wincing you could tell that I definitely went to medical school and knew exactly what I was doing.

"Oh, sorry," I winced, immediately retracting my hands. "But at least you're healing."

"You know, I—I feel sorry for you, McCall, 'cause right now, you're thinking, '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 stifled a laugh at Matt's tone. The situation was definitely not funny, but every now and again, I had an issue of laughing at inappropriate or stressful times. For example, I caught a horrible case of the giggles at my great aunt's funeral. Needless to say, I was grounded for a very long time after that and steered clear from any funerals.

"Is that what happened to you? You drowned, didn't you?" Scott asked.

"He shouldn't have let them drink."

"Who's he?"

"Lahey!" Matt shouted, turning back to face us. "He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What, who was drinking?"

"The swim team, you idiot!" Matt shouted. I placed a hand on Scott's arm in an attempt to tell him shut the fuck up with actually telling him so. It wasn't he fault Matt had such vague, non-descriptive storytelling skills. "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 17, right?"

"I remember that. You went to Isaac's for the night."

"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—"

"Bennett, the hunter?"

"Yes, shush," I scolded, placing a hand on Scott's arm.

"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny," Matt continued, lost in his own story.

Scott looked to me with a face of realization which I mirrored. "They threw you in."

"Now it makes sense 'cause dad was yelling about how you came home soaked that night."

"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 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."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Are you serious?" Matt snapped, throwing himself out of his own stupor. I took a tentative step back and lifted my eyebrows. "Because Lahey is right there, right above me when I woke up, and he says 'you tell no one!'" Matt mocked, getting in Scott's face. "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 and you," he spat. "Thought I was asthmatic. 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 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 look at him, and 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?" Matt asked Scott who had a seemingly vacant look on his face.

"Was—was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?"

"God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!"

Hey, I think Scott sounded right.

"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."

"You could've—"

"There are a lot of things I could've done, Charlie, but none of them felt like it was enough until Jackson killed them."

"Murder, Matt. Murder. We are talking about murder!" I sighed shortly in frustration and looked up and over at Scott. "Uh, can I talk to Matt alone for a second, Scott?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, it'll just take a minute. I'll be fine," I insisted. Scott reluctantly left to leave the room and jumped slightly when he was faced with the Kanima guarding the door. I waited for them to both disappear behind the door and then turned back around to face Matt. "You could have avoided, like, a dozen murders. Including cops, Matt."

"It's a little late for that now. I need answers and I need them now."

"You're smarter than that," I scoffed. "Gerard isn't gonna give you that book because you're waving a gun in his face."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm assuming you know about werewolves, right?"

"Obviously," he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"The Argent's have a pretty heavy history of hunting them—anyw supernatural thing. So, I doubt Gerard is gonna come over and just hand over his precious bestiary. It's not that easy, nothing ever is," I said in a firm voice. "But now I'm trying to figure out a plan where all of us come out alive, but that's just not possible because you called the SWAT team of California down here over a book that's written in a dead fucking language."

Matt let out a long sigh and ran his hands through his head again. At this point I was feeling way past overwhelmed and just felt straight pissed off. "So, why are you here then?" He asked with tears in his eyes. "Hm? Because if you know all of this, then why are you here?"

"I only trust a handle full of people and most of them are in this police station tonight, and, yeah, I might even be talking about Miguel, the incompetent alpha too. So, why wouldn't I be here? You really think I'm gonna sit back and wait for all this unfold without me at least trying to help the situation. Matt, you created this shitshow by going into it with absolutely no information and now you have no idea what you're doing and you're asking me why I'm here. I've got scales growing on me because of my ass of a brother is murdering people and because the universe says so this is this the way things are going to balance out." I laughed to myself as the tears began to fall. "I hid evidence for you, Matt. You're my brother and you're not even here with me. Why should I keep protecting you when you keep blasting everything in front of you? What is the matter with you?"

Without waiting for an answer, I continued. "And you know another thing?" I asked slyly, taking a step toward him. "You're bluffing. Everyone here might think you're not, but to me you definitely are bluffing otherwise we'd all dead and you would be the Kanima roaming the streets looking for a friend to murder with like somebody's bitch—"

"Stopping talking about things you have no idea about."

"Did you forget I drowned too?" I continued in a calm voice.

Matt walked away from me chuckling in an amused manner. "It's different with you."

"No," I argued with finality. "Same story, different ending."

BANG! BANG!

Matt fired two warning shots that both ricocheted of the wall and landed on someone's desk. Scott entered the room as if he were on queue. "What's—"

In mid-sentence the power went out and a multitude of gun shots began to ring out immediately after. Obviously they weren't Matt's since he had taken refuge under someone's desk. I did the same as well as soon as the windows started shattering. Once the shooting had seized I heard a loud whisper from Scott. "Charlie, are you okay?"

"No," I whispered back. "I mean, physically, yes." The next sound we all heard was metal hitting the tile floor. I watched the bullet shaped thing roll past me until it stopped at a desk and began letting out smoke. I cursed to myself and went into the opposite direction the smoke was going. Apparently there were multiple smoke grenades that were thrown inside the station which just wonderful. I blindly guided myself to what I think is the evidence room. The smoke wasn't as bad in here as anywhere else so I decided to camp out here until it thinned out.

I glanced up at the shelves of evidence and wondered what was in them. Drugs? Money? Sex tapes? Technically, I already tampered with evidence tonight. So, go hard or go home, right? I picked up a particularly suspicious looking envelope and was about to rip into it until I heard footsteps. See, every time I snoop I get caught. What's that saying that Stiles is always saying? One's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern. Yeah, I'm a firm believer in that one now.

I carefully sat the envelope back on the shelf and listened for more footsteps. There was some shuffling coming from the shelves above. If I think that's what I think it is, then I'd rather get shot by the hunters rather than mauled to death. I stepped out of the shadows to be faced with Allison and Mr. Argent on either side of me. I was also faced with a barrel of a gun as well as crossbow, but I'm trying my best to ignore all of that. I pointed up silently to where the Kanima was more than likely lurking.

In a beat, the Kanima jumped from its place and attacked Mr. Argent. I jumped out of dodge and watched as Allison emptied an arrow into the Kanima's head. I groaned as I watched it pull it out with slight difficulty. I looked down at a knocked out Mr. Argent and rolled up the sleeves of my jacket the best I could. I dragged him by both his legs until we were both hidden behind a well place shelf. I dropped to my knees and tried to figure out the best way to wake him from his unconsciousness. Suffocation is an idea, but incredibly unsafe. There's water, but ain't nobody got time for that. So, I decided to go with the classic slap.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry Mr. Argent," I whispered before giving him a firm, hard slap to the face. He jerked awake and sat up straight. He rubbed his cheek and took in his surroundings.

"Where's Allison?"

I pointed in a general direction and watched as he disappeared down the hall. I followed him figuring Matt was also with Allison. Truthfully, I had no idea where she went because of the damn smoke. I followed the voices and saw that Matt was hovering over Allison. I glanced down at her and realized she was paralyzed. For my next move, I began running despite the fact I couldn't find the Kanima. It hadn't attacked me yet and I was definitely banking on that as I tackled Matt to the ground. We rolled until we hit a desk and landed on our backs groaning.

"God, that was a terrible idea," I said in a strained voice. Matt stood up as he was brushing glass off of his arms from the shattered windows. I squinted through what was left of the smoke and found his gun. I scooped it up and instantly froze. Obviously, not thinking things through ran in the family. Matt looked past me, frowned, and turned to run away. I had no idea how to empty bullets from a gun. So, I did the next best thing and began firing into the air until it clicked. The pure chaos of what was happening mixed with the dust from the ceiling tiles and the tinnitus I almost forgot why I was here.

Instead, I took off in the same direction Matt went in, hoping to catch him before he made any more stupid decisions. Once I made it outside I saw him running downhill and heading to the bridge. After Matt finally stopped running I tried to catch my breath and rested my hands on my knees while Matt stood there looking over the bridge. "Matt, c'mon," I panted. "How is this supposed to end?"

"You know too much," Matt mumbled.

I frowned and walked closer to him. "What?"

"You know too much," he repeated louder, fully standing up. He turned around and faced me. I watched him look past me to smirk at something behind me. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was behind me, but it did take one to figure out what it was going to do next.

"Matt?" I asked with an evident lump in my throat. "Matt, what does that mean?"

"You know what it means."

I heard the familiar ear-splitting screech the Kanima let out and squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears in response. The next few events happened so fast, I'm surprised I could figure what was happening and why.

"Wait! Wait, wait, please! Matt!"

My worst fear was coming true.

I whipped my head around after it became silent. Out of nowhere, the Kanima came flying toward me with its claws extended and ready to attack. Automatically, I lifted the gun to shoot, but was nauseated when I heard the click. And another. And another. It struck my chest first, easily ripping through the shirt and my flesh. It was as real as the hallucination at Lydia's party last night, but the pain was way more real. In another blink, the Kanima struck me in the abdominal area this time. My knees were shaking, ready to give out. My hands went up to the now openly bleeding areas and I wondered if I was going into shock. Or maybe it was the insane amount of adrenaline. It felt like time had stopped, but sped up at the same damn time. The next swipe from the Kanima was probably hurt the least because it went right over my chest. Worse enough, my wounds had stopped hurting completely and that's when I started crying. One of the last things I remember is trying to form a coherent thought.

Even one as simple as breathe, you idiot, breathe.

Funnily enough, I felt myself trying to laugh, but ended up choking on my own blood and then finally being pushed over the edge and into the dark water below.

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