Chapter Ten: Fury
AN: Hey guys! Still hard at work editing this book. I've been having a lot of fun revisiting this story that I wrote nearly 3 and half years ago. Goodness! I can't believe it had been that long.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
After Scott and I caught up with Stiles, the first thing I did was hand him ten bucks. We never made a bet or anything, but he really pulled that out of his butt and I felt like it was needed. Once that was all done, I explained why I gave him the ten bucks and Scott told him what we saw. After Stiles had a moment of gloating, we all rushed to his house to let his dad on what we knew.
"So this kid is the real killer?" the Sheriff asked us. So far, I don't think he was convinced.
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"No." the Sherriff said.
"Yes." Stiles insisted.
"No."
"Dad come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect the victims in a murder, okay? So, all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common." Stiles tried convincing his dad.
"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class."
"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. "Stiles said holding his hands up in surrender, "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"
"No," The Sherriff insisted, "you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."
"Beside the fact they can't do their job right." I said under my breath. Scott elbowed my arm. I gave him a "What?" look. To which he just shook his head.
"Scott, do you believe any of this?" the Sheriff asked. Stiles threw his hands up in frustration.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us." Scott said.
"And I can say with absolute certainty that Matt's your Jason Voorhees." I chimed in, though not asked. Both Stiles and the Sheriff gave me the same look. Stiles, however, ends his look with rolling his eyes and turned back to his dad.
"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay?" Stiles continued, "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' class, that they'd arrest him."
"All right, fine." The Sheriff exclaimed, "I'll allow the remote possibility but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2005 swim team and its coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles yelled, "Our swim team sucks. They haven't won in, like, six years."
"YOU IDIOT!" I exclaimed. I pick up the nearest book and smacked him with the back of his head.
"OW!"
"You deserved it, asshole. God, no wonder no one takes you seriously. As you like to keep reminding us people are dying."
"I'm sorry, okay. Jeez." He said, before turning back to his dad, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet."
"Well not one that we can prove," I jump in, "though we think it might involve an almost drowning or something like that."
"An almost drowning?" the Sheriff asked.
"Matt has this thing about water." Scott replied.
"Yeah, it's not much to go on, and we're not really sure it's motive." Stiles said, "But…I mean, come on, does Harris even have one?"
"What do you want me to do?" the Sherriff asked. We all breathed a sigh of relief this could be our big break.
"We need to look at the evidence." Scott answered for us.
"Yeah, that would be in the station where I no longer work." The Sherriff shot back.
"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles assured his father.
"T—trust you?" the Sherriff stuttered.
"Trust…Trust them?" Stiles said offering us. The Sheriff looked hard at the pair of us.
"Scott, I trust," the Sheriff answers, "Jameson not so much. Which by the way, young lady, we need to have a chat about."
I looked down pretending to be filled with shame.
"Later though." The Sheriff said after a beat, "Right now we need to get to the station."
I looked up and the three of us nodded in unison. It was about time. I couldn't wait to stick it to Matt and his little pet.
~Carry On~
"It's two in the morning," the officer at the front desk said the moment the four of us stepped through the door. The sheriff walked up the desk and sighed.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." I overheard the Sheriff tell her.
"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered to us, distracting me from the conversation the Sheriff was having.
"Why?" Scott asked. I rolled my eyes sometimes this kid is slow on the uptake.
"Keep up Scott," I said, "The wife was the only one Jackson didn't murder. He couldn't do it which means…"
"That Matt would have had to do it himself."
"Ding ding we have a winner." I said sarcastically.
"You know. Jameson, I thought we had a talk about this sarcasm thing." Stiles comments.
"I'll quit if you will." I challenged. He just pursed his lips and shook his head.
"Touché." He said.
"That's what I thought."
"GUYS!" The Sherriff called. We look up and see that he's been given the go ahead and we quickly follow after him. He leads us to his office ad begins pulling files from the cabinet for us to look at. I flipped through the file I was given and looked over the pages hoping to find a flash drive or a disk with the hospital video.
"I found it!" Stiles exclaimed. He held up a small flash drive in victory. The Sheriff takes it and plugs it into the computer. He pulls up the file and speed through a couple hours of video to a little before the time of death. After watching a segment of it a couple times, we still hadn't spotted Matt.
"I don't know guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed." The Sheriff said. He sounded defeated like he was one step from giving up.
"All right, just go on to the next segment." Stiles urged. "Look, he had to pass 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 exclaimed, pointing his finger at the screen, "Did you see that? Scroll back."
The Sheriff does what Scott asks him and there's a familiar figure walking onto the scene.
"That's him! That's Matt!" Stiles yells.
"All I see is the back of someone's head." The Sheriff says unconvinced.
"Matt's head, yeah." Stiles says, "I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."
"Are you crazy?" He father asks him.
"I've been trying to convince Scott to get him tested." I jump in. Stiles whips his head around at me.
"Shut-up, James. And I'm the asshole," He mumbles before turning back to his father, "All right, fine, it's not the best proof, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know that wear black leather jackets?"
"Derek, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Jackass, occasionally my brothers, and millions of other people." I list off.
"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at the camera." Scott intervened realizing Stiles was getting us nowhere. The Sheriff complied and moved to a different camera angle. The same leather clad figure appeared on screen and Stiles starts flipping out again.
"Right there! Stop! Step! See? There he is again."
"You mean there's the back of his head again." The Sheriff shot back.
"Okay," Stiles conceded, "but look. He's talking to someone." He said pointing to a nurse that Matt was taking to. Scott leaned in past me to get a better look at the screen.
"He's talking to my mom." Scott said.
"Call her now." The Sheriff ordered. Scott nodded and pulled out his phone and called his mom. He put it on speaker phone, so we could all hear.
"Scott?" A woman's voice answered after a few rings.
"Hey." Scott greeted.
"Scott? What's going on?"
"Do you remember the night that, that woman Jessica was killed?"
"Yeah." She said sounding suspicion.
"Do you remembering taking to a kid around the time of the murder?"
"Scott, do you realize how many people I deal with in one day?"
"This one's 16. He's got dark hair, look like a normal teenager. "
"Yeah, he looks evil." Stiles adds.
"And stalkerish." I put my two-sense in. Stiles nods his head in agreement.
"Definitely evil and stalkery." He repeats.
"Scott, I already talked to the police about this." Scott's mom said ignoring Stiles and I's description, I have the feeling she's played this game before.
"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and sent it to you."
Scott fiddled with his phone for a moment before taking a picture of Matt's yearbook photo and sending it to his mom.
"Did you get it?" He asks after a beat.
"Yeah."
"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"
"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall." She told us, "Scott, what's going on?"
"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." Scott said before hanging up on his mom. The sheriff grabbed a nearby file and started rifling through it.
"We've got shoe prints alongside tire tracks at the trailer site." He said pulling out a few papers.
"And if they match that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital and the rave."
"Actually four," The Sheriff corrects, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
"When?" Scott asks.
"A couple hours before you got there." The Sheriff answers looking at Stiles.
"Alright Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern what's four?
"Four's enough for a warrant?" his Dad replied. Stiles and I both did victory fist pumps before turning to give each other high fives. "Scott, call you mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant."
"Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."
"On it." he said happily before taking off. Scott was calling his mom, when the Sheriff turned to me.
"While we're waiting Jameson, why don't you tell me your story?"
"My story?"
"You lied to me about the foster family, kid, and in fact there are a lot of things in your records that don't add up."
"I don't see anything wrong with a girl keeping a little mystery about herself." I replied.
"Jameson." He said with a sigh. I opened my mouth to try to get him to let it go for now, but Scott interrupted.
"She's on her way." Scott informed us. The Sheriff started to no but stopped mid-movement. I followed his line of sight to see Stiles coming back in to the room. Well it took him long enough. I spin around to make a sarcastic remark, but stop short when I see that Stiles was not alone.
"Sheriff?" Scott asked when he noticed something was wrong. I nodded my head in Stiles direction. Scott turned ad caught sight of Matt coming in with Stiles. Scott moves in front of me and the Sheriff as Stiles and Matt entered the room. Matt indicates for Stiles to walk over to us and he takes a spot next to Scott. I catch is eye and silently ask if he's okay to which he nods.
"Matt? It's Matt, right?" the Sheriff asks calmly. Matt nods with a creepy grin, "Matt whatever's going on I guarantee you there's solution that doesn't involve a gun."
"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of how just right you are." Matt replied in a serial killer calm way.
"I know you don't wanna hurt people." The Sheriff tried again. I snorted loudly, causing them all to look at me.
"Actually, the disbelieving blonde is right. I wanna hurt a lot of people." Matt told the Sheriff, "You four 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."
I look over at Scott to see him pulling his hand quickly out of his pocket. Got to say I'm kind of impressed at the level of stealth there.
"That could definitely get someone hurt," Matt continued, before gesturing with his gun for us to leave the room, "Everyone. NOW!"
"Come on." The Sheriff said, telling us to follow Matt's directions. He led us from the office to the cells in the back of the station. Matt threw Stiles a pair of handcuffs.
"Handcuff him to the hook," Matt ordered pointing the gun at the Sheriff. Stiles looked at me and Scott before taking his Dad and chaining him to the hooks used to hand cuff the less dangerous criminals.
"Tighter." Matt ordered.
"Do what he says, Stiles." The Sheriff said reassuringly. Stiles huffs and redoes the cuff to make it tighter against his wrist. Stiles looked to Matt for his approval. The asshole gave him a small nod and jerked his head for the three of us to move.
He moved us along the hallway back towards the Sheriff's office. I was following behind Scott, with Stiles at my back I was obscured from Matt seeing me fully. All I had to do is reach under my shirt for my gun and it would even the playing field.
Scott stopped short in front of me, causing me to run into this back. I lose my grip on the gun, and just by pure luck it stays tucked in my waistband. Once I right myself, I look to see what had gotten Scott all upset. I looked down a side hallway to see several bodies strewed down the hall. Blood spatter and hand prints painted the walls in bright red.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott questioned Matt.
"No, that's what Jackson's for." Matt said amused, "I just think about killing them, and he does it."
"I'm going to enjoy ending you." I said with a sweet threatening smile on my face.
"How you going to do that without your gun?" Matt asked grabbing my gun from my waistband.
"Son of a bitch." I said. Bobby gave me that gun he's going to be pissed that I let some assbutt take it off me. Matt grinned and then shoved me forward hard. I heard scuffling behind me, before three footsteps get in line behind me. Okay so Plan A is out, time for Plan B, grab a gun off a dead guy and shoot Matt in the dick and then right between the eyes. Yeah, I liked that plan.
~Carry On~
Stiles Perspective:
After handcuffing my Dad in the holding area, Matt walked us back to Dad's office right past a hallway of dead officers. Guys I've known since I was kid, and he just killed them, well had Jackson kill them, without any regret. They had families, friends…and not one of them did anything to Matt.
Jameson, unimpressed by his new-found power, sweetly tells Matt that she's going to "end him." High on power, he wasn't fazed by that at all, and I could tell that she was dead serious too. However, all her threat did was give him the opportunity to take Jameson's gun that she always kept on her. Jameson cursed to which Matt replied with an insane grin. He shoved her forward hard, nearly causing her to stumble. It pissed Scott off and he moved between them keeping his eyes on Matt until he thought Jameson had moved far enough away from the maniac.
Once we came up on my dad's office, Matt yelled at us to go in and told us to shred all the evidence that linked him to the murders. He sat there with a smug smile as he watched us destroy everything.
"Deleted." I said after I cleared the computer of everything related to the case, "And we're done. And, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right?"
Matt cocked his head in response.
"I'll just get my dad, we'll go, and you, you know, continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima." I continued when he didn't say anything. Jameson whipped her head at me and gave me a look like I was crazy. I responded by mouthing to her to stand down. Her eyes flared in anger, but she took a step behind Scott. Light drove past the window announcing that someone had arrived.
"Sound like your mom's here, McCall." Matt said the threat evident in his voice.
"Matt, don't do this." Scott pleaded, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."
As Scott begged Matt's face grew more amused like the Joker in The Dark Knight. We heard a door open and close in the distance.
"If you don't move now, I'm going to kill Stiles first; the blonde will be next, and then your mom." Matt threatened. He then motioned with his gun for us to move it. Jameson moved first casting a scathing look at Matt, it's like she doesn't even realize he has a gun and can kill us. Scott followed after her and I moved after him. He herded the three of us to the lobby.
"Open it." Matt ordered.
"Please, don't do this." Scott begged.
"Open. The. Door."
Scott looked broken and nervous as he reached for the door handle. He pulls down on the handle and pushed it open revealing someone I never have been happier to see.
"Oh, thank God." Scott breathed out. Derek gave him a pissed off look before falling forward, and landing on the floor. We looked down at Derek and then looked back up to see a half-snaked out Jackson staring at us.
"Seriously?" Jameson exclaimed.
"Tonight's just not your night is it blondie?" Matt asked, before walking over to Derek and stood over him. Jameson moved to strangle him, but I reached out and grabbed her when I saw that Jackson's attention was on her. I pulled her back, and stuck her behind me and Scott, so she wouldn't do anything stupid.
"This is the one controlling him?" Derek asked in disbelief, "This kid?"
"Well. Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Matt taunted, "Oh, yeah, 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 Stiles. What do you turn into? Or maybe Jameson back there would like to explain what a Winchester is?"
"Your worst nightmare." Jameson said smugly.
"Cute."
"I'm also a little…let's say….psychic. And I can assure you of this before the sunrises you'll be dead."
"See I don't see how you're going to do that when I got your gun and have a Kanima handy."
"Well I'm Jameson effing Winchester."
Matt scoffed in disbelief before turning to me.
"What about you Stiles? Are you a little psychic too?'
"No, I actually turn into an Abominable Snowman." I answered, "But, uh, it's more of, like a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."
"Yeah, he's really useful around Christmas time. I mean who else is going to put the tree topper on the tree?" Jameson added. Matt gave us an unamused smile before jerking his head. I felt a slash against my neck before I felt my body go numb.
"You bitch," I spat before my legs crumbled beneath me and I landed on top of Derek.
"Son of bitch!" I heard Jameson cuss before I saw her lying on her back a few feet away.
"Just get him off of me." Derek breathed out.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek." Matt mocked, "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. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh?" Derek shot back, "Let's see how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch." I said to Matt. Matt didn't get to respond as we heard another car approach.
"Is that her?" Matt asked, "Do what I tell you, and I won't kill her. I won't even let Jackson near her.
"Scott, don't trust him!" Jameson yelled at him. Matt walked over to her and put his foot on her throat and pressed down. Jameson opened her mouth gasping for air.
"Does this work for you?" Matt questioned angrily.
"Hey, just stop, stop!" Scott yelled.
"Then do what I tell you to."
"Okay." Scott conceded. Jameson's face was beginning to turn red from the lack of oxygen.
"All right."
"Stop!" Scott yelled. Matt listened and lifted his foot of James, she started coughing up a storm before began to hyperventilate.
"James." I called out.
"I'…I'm. …okay." She breathed out.
"You take them in there." I heard Matt say. "You with me."
I watched as Matt and Scott proceeded to the lobby leaving us with Jackson. Jackson took Jameson first; he lifted her up by her arm pits and dragged her from the room sputtering profanities as she went. I heard the loud plop of a body hitting the ground.
"You son of a bitch!" Jameson yelled. Moments later Jackson came back for me and Derek and grabbed us by our collars and pulled us after him. He dropped us off next to Jameson and then left the room.
"Is everyone all right?" I asked Derek and James.
"Fine." They both gritted out,
"I'm going to kill him." Jameson told us, "I'm going to shoot him in the dick and then right between the eyes.
Derek snorted in amusement, and I flopped my head over to look at him. I mean I expected this kind of stuff from James, but Derek?
"You know Winchester I think I'm starting to like you." He told her.
"Great now I can die happily knowing I have the approval of Alpha Douche. "she said in mocking swoonish voice. I saw Derek grin.
"Guys! Need I remind you that people are dying!" I yelled at them.
"Sorry, so what's the plan Boss man?"
"I don't know."
"People are dying." She mimicked.
"Shut up, both of you." Derek ordered, "I'm trying to hear what's going on, Scott's mom just came in."
Jameson and I waited for Derek to tell us what's going on when we here a gun shot.
"Scott! Stiles! What happened?" I heard my Dad yell from the back of the station.
"Derek?" Jameson asked.
"He just shot Scott." Derek told us.
"What?" Jameson and I demanded.
"Shhh…." He hushed us.
"Matt! Matt listen to me…" Dad tried again before Matt cut him off.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" he yelled, "EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP! Now, get up, or I shoot her next!"
After a while we hear them walk past my Dad's office where Jackson had stored us and keep moving to the jail cells.
"He's locking up Scott's mom," Derek told us.
"Shut up! Shut up!" We hear Matt yell again manically. He's starting to lose it.
"They're coming back." Derek announced. A few second later, Scott then walked into the room with Matt behind him.
"The evidence is gone," Scott said to Matt, "Why don't you just go?"
"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt sputtered out, "No, no, I want the book."
"What?" What book?" Scott asked.
"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it," Scott told him, "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for anyway?"
"Well what about the one your little blonde bitch keeps? I heard Stilinski talking about it the other day."
"She didn't bring it."
Matt screamed in frustration.
"I need answers."
"Answers to what?" Scott demanded.
"To this," Matt replied lifting his shirt to show that his side was scaly like Jackson's.
"Well damn." Jameson said happily.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Hey," Stiles whispered yelled to get my attention, "You know what's happening to Matt?"
"Justice," I said smugly, "More of an excuse to kill him."
"I really don't like how happy you are about this."
"I know." I replied.
"The book's not going to help him is it?" Stiles asked me.
"Nope, he broke the rules and there's consequences for rule breakers."
"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
"The universe has a way of balances things out, well, unless your last name is Winchester, then the universe says screw you."
"Okay ignoring the last part, what your saying is because Matt's killing people who don't deserve it…."
"And killing people himself." Derek adds.
"Right, so because he's breaking the rules of the Kanima he's becoming…."
"A Kanima?" I finish for him, "Yes, he is. This is like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one."
"There's something not right about you." Stiles told me.
"Well killing humans, no matter how much of a monster they may be, is frowned upon even in my line of work. And I now I have carte blanche."
"Good for you." Stiles said sarcastically. He's quiet for a few minutes before speaking up again, "Do you think he'll believe us if we tell him that he's turning into the Kanima?"
"Not likely." Derek said.
"He's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"
"He'll certainly try, yes." I respond.
"All right, so what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?"
"Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of body faster." Derek said, "Like triggering the healing process."
"What? Oh, what are you doing?" I heard Stiles ask Derek, "Oh, gross. Okay, James what's your plan?"
"Me, I'm going to pray."
"Pray?"
"Yeah, I know a guy."
"Great." Stiles said sarcastically, "I hate you two."
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"There." Matt said, telling me to stop. After texting Allison to bring us the book he separated me from the others and took me across the hall. I stopped when he ordered me to and I turned to face him. The movement agitated my bullet wound. I bent over in pain, "You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall, 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?" I asked him, trying to figure out what happened. He didn't answer just braced himself on the desk facing away from me. "You drowned, didn't you?"
"He shouldn't have let them drink," Matt said.
"Who? Who? Matt, what do you mean?"
"Lahey!" Matt yelled, "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'd let his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17, right?" Matt told me growing more and more upset.
"Were you at Isaac's?"
"He had this first edition Spider-Man or was it Batman?" Matt contemplated, "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 Bennett goes in and…"
"Bennett?" I interrupted, "What, the hunter?"
Matt nodded.
"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny."
"They threw you in."
"I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and nobody cares." Matt said bitterly, "And I see these bodies underwater. I see that 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 the sudden I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says…He says: 'You tell no one. This is your fault. You don't know how to swim. 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 around town 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 though I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning. You know that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was just 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 have 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?"
"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?" I asked.
"God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!" Matt yelled at me waving his gun around.
"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." Matt explained, he turned to look at Jackson across the hall, "Jackson is my fury. 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 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 of him with 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."
To quote Jameson…Shit!
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
"So, is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" I asked Derek.
"I think so." Derek answered, "I can feel my toes."
Whoo!
"Dude, I can feel my toes." I told him, "What about you, Jameson, how's the praying going?"
"I don't know do you see a confused looking toddler like man wearing a trench coat?" She asked. I'm not even going to address how weird that is.
"Ah…no, I do not see a confused looking toddler like man wearing a trench coat."
"Well then no my praying isn't working. And when I get out of here, it's not going to be pretty. I will not be ignored." Jameson said yelling by the last bit.
"Shh…" Derek and I hissed at her.
"Oh, you shut up." Jameson shot back. I opened my mouth to yell at her again when the power went out. The alarm went off, meaning that something has gone seriously wrong besides Jackson.
"What's happening? What's going on?" we heard Matt scream across the hall. We heard the sound of gunshots only a beat before the sound of glass shattering.
"Scott!" Jameson yelled. Our only answer was more gunshots from across the hall.
"I hear beeping." Derek said, "It's a smoke bomb."
"Balls!" Jameson exclaimed. I turn to see her trying to move and get up but all she could do is raise her head and hands at most. I heard running footsteps make their way across the hall, I braced myself for someone bad, but it was Scott who stood over me.
"Take them!" Derek yelled at him, "Go!"
"Take Stiles first." I heard Jameson say.
"What? No!"
"Just do it, McCall!" she yelled at him.
"But Jame—"
"Go!"
Scott nodded and bent down. He wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled us both up. Scott dragged me from the room, despite my protest.
"We can't leave her." I argued.
"I'll come back for her I promise." Scott said seriously. I nodded. Scott hobbled down the hallway, only stopping to lock a door. I turned to see why he had done it and saw Jackson coming after us.
"Whoa! Whoa! Scott he's coming!" I yelled. Scott sped up and kept closing door after door to try and keep Jackson at bay. But he kept bursting through them like they were nothing. We came to our last door and we stopped and watched hoping that it was enough to hold him or else we were both dead.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective
I watch as Derek struggles to get up, using the chair to pull himself up. He manages to stand and lets out a warning growl. I expected that to be it and for him to run out into the fire fight. But he surprises me and comes over and leans down like he's going to pick me up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Getting us both out of here." He said, as she lifted me in the air, "Can you hold a gun?"
I nod.
"Can you shoot?"
"With my eyes closed."
Derek smirked. He walked me over to the desk and moved me into one arm. He pulled out the top drawer and pulled out a gun. He shifts me again and placed the gun on my stomach. With unstable hands I pick it up and cock it. I aim it, to test my steadiness. It's shaky but I can get a decent shot in.
"We're good." I told him. He nods and moved to the door. He stops as the doorway and checks both ways before stealing quietly out of the room. Hid face wolfed out and sniffed the air.
"Matt's headed to the back." Derek told me. I nodded.
"Let's go get the son of bitch." I said closing one eye and pretending to shoot. Derek gave me a wolfish grin and set out towards Matt. As we get closer, I hear Scott's Mom begging Matt to let her see Scott. Derek stops short, and I look up at him so I can read his face. He smells the air.
"What is it?" I whispered.
"Jackson." He said, sitting me down against the wall.
"Wait, Derek you can't just leave me here." I called after his retreating back, "Balls!"
The door to the holding area wasn't that far out of reach. I could pull myself there. I heard Derek growl and fighting ensue. Okay, I was dragging myself. I stuck the gun between my legs and used my arms to scoot me closer and closer to the door. I make in time to see Derek being thrown on the ground like the rag doll. Jackson pushed off of Derek and jumped to the ceiling. I swing my legs around and lean against the doorway. I cock my gun again and fire at Jackson's back. The bullet landed a bit off my mark, hitting his shoulder rather than the spine but I hit him so ha!
He hissed in pain and dropped off the bars. He eventually gets up holding his shoulder turning all of his attention on me.
"Balls!" I exclaimed as I stared into the enraged eyes of the Kanima. I quickly cocked the gun and went to shoot again. His tail whipped out and knocked it out of my hand sending an errant bullet into the wall near the Sheriff's hand. His tail lashed out again and wrapped around my neck. And for the second time tonight I felt the air being squeezed out of me. Black spots tinged on my vision when I heard a roar echo through the room. I felt the tail released me and I dropped to the ground gasping for air. Through blurred vision I see Scott and Jackson facing off. Jackson shakes off whatever Scott did on him and lunges at him. Another roar shakes the room and I look over to see Derek has finally gotten up. The prospect of fighting two werewolves startles Jackson and he takes off.
"Oh, God, Scott?" Ms. McCall, "Scott, you okay? Scott?"
I look over and see Scott showing his mother his wolfed out face. She looks terrified and backs out away from him. After seeing his mother's rejection, Scott flees the room.
"Scott!" I called after him, "Scott! Great."
I dragged myself over to the desk and began to slowly pull myself up. I get myself enough to sit on top of the desk, not having enough energy to stand or even lean. I looked over to the jail cell to see Scott's mom still freaking out.
"Hey, hey," I called out to get her attention. She looked up at me, "It's going to be okay."
"No, it's not. Scott's…."
"Still your son."
"That was not my son. I don't know who that was but that was not my son."
"Sounds like you and my father would get along. He wasn't very forgiving to my brother for not being normal either."
She opened her mouth to respond, when the return of Derek cut her off.
"It's Gerard we need to go," He says handing me a gun that he found on the floor.
"Oh, Thank Castiel you found it." I say taking the gun from his hand and kissing it, "My Uncle Bobby would have killed me if I lost this."
Derek gave me a weird look before slipping his arm under me and picking me up.
"What about the Sheriff?" I asked.
"He's better off staying out of this." Derek answered, "Now get ready to shoot our way out of here."
"Let's roll," I said prepping the gun. Derek nodded and headed out the room. We headed out deeper in the back and found a back exit and Derek barged through it. He kept heading towards the woods, but something caught his attention and he moved off course. He walked over to we reached a small creek and let my legs down, holding the rest of me up. I looked to see what had caught his attention-Matt. He's dead, and to make it even better he had drowned.
"Well there's one down." I said to Derek, "Kind of disappointed I didn't get to shoot him in the dick."
Derek smirked before growing serious.
"Now where's number two?
~Carry On~
Grammatical and phrasing changes mostly. This chapter is a real whirlwind.