Chapter 19: Fury

On the night that Matt had gotten Jackson the camera that he asked for, he didn't know it, but Matt had a link to it from his cellphone. Matt, curious to what the big deal was, connected to the camera from his car and saw Jackson in his room. At first, Matt thought that Jackson had been lying about the whole 'sex tape' deal. Except, he saw that Jackson had just set it up and gone to bed. He stared at Jackson just sleeping in bed until Jackson just started rising up from bed and then his face started spazzing and breaking out into reptilian scales. Matt was freaked which got worse when he heard a monstrous hiss right outside his car. He heard movement and slowly turned to see that there was a giant lizard creature approaching from behind his car. When it got to his car door, it pressed its hand to his windshield and looked passively at him. Matt found himself mirroring the hand movement and suddenly, he saw Mr. Lahey. He saw the man that he hated get scared and start running but couldn't get away from this…thing shredding into him and killing him…just like he had wanted. At that, a feeling of understanding seemed to hit Matt. This thing…was his.

Scott found Stiles and told him of what he had just seen. The sight of Matt with the Kanima at his heel. Stiles took a half minute to say, 'I told you so' to him before they ran off for his jeep. Stiles wasted no time heading for his house where they found his dad reviewing some papers at the kitchen table. Stiles immediately told him that they had found out who was the real killer. They then went into his room where Stiles took out a school yearbook and turned to a page that had a photo of Matt Daehler and Stiles went and furiously circled his picture and name in red and told him that he was the guy.

"So, this kid's the real killer?" The sheriff asked in disbelief.

Scott and Stiles nodded. "Yeah," Stiles said.

"No," the sheriff shook his head.

"Yes," Stiles said more forcefully.

The sheriff folded his arms. "No."

Stiles then got up. "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims to a murder. Okay, so all you have to do is look through the transcripts and look through what class they all had in common."

He then looked over to Scott, as if asking silently for some backup support and Scott lightened his expression. Scott wouldn't pretend that he was following all of what Stiles was saying but he trusted the fact that Stiles knew what he was doing.

But the sheriff still fought them on this. "Yeah, except for the fact that rave murdered Kara wasn't in Harris' class."

Stiles exhaled deeply. "Okay. Alright, sorry. So then I guess they dropped the charges against Harris then?"

His dad's face tightened a bit as he shook his head. "Uh, no. They're not dropping the charges but that doesn't prove anything." Stiles looked he was close to unleashing another verbal tirade so the sheriff looked over at Scott. "Scott, do you believe this?"

He nodded. "Uh, it's really…hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know that it's Matt."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, he took Harris' car. Okay, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims could be connected by being in Harris' class, he would be the lead suspect and they would arrest him."

The sheriff let out a deep breath. "Alright, fine" he said looking at his son. "I'll allow the remote possibility." That made the two of them to brighten up a bit yet the sheriff didn't lose a beat. "But give me a motive, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

Stiles believed he had a motive. Matt had told it to him, Isaac and Erica. But he couldn't tell his dad that Matt had told him and two others that it was because these people had 'killed' him through the use of his servant man lizard. "Isn't it obvious? Because…our swim team sucks. They haven't won in like six years," But Stiles grit his teeth. "Okay, we don't exactly have a motive yet. But come on dad, does Harris?"

His dad seemed to weigh that last statement and felt that perhaps there was some cause for doubt in the case and room for some more investigation. "What do you want me to do?"

Scott and Stiles caught each other's eyes and smiled at this break.

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

"Yeah, that would be in the station. Where I no longer work," he pointed out to them.

"Trust me dad, they'll let you in," Stiles said confidently.

"Uh…trust you?"

Stiles bit the corner of his lip. "Uh…trust Scott," he said pointing to his friend behind him.

His dad poise loosened. "Scott, I trust."

With that, the three of them took off for the station together. They walked in and headed for the front desk where the deputy there seemed not too surprised to see them.

"It's two in the morning," she said to the sheriff.

But he kept his poise. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

As those two talked, the two werewolves behind them started to talk.

"At the hospital," Stiles whispered. "We start there first, okay?"

"Why?" Scott said shaking his head.

"Because all of the murders were done by Jackson except for one. Remember?"

Scott nodded. "The pregnant girl. Jessica."

That was the one murder that the Kanima couldn't do so the master had to do it himself. Matt was the master so he was the one that killed her in her room.

"Yeah. If Matt had to kill her himself then someone at the hospital had to have seen him there."

Scott hoped so. If there was then they had him.

The deputy seemed to be weighing in a decision before she thrust her head back and agreed to let them go in.

"Thank you," the sheriff said, grateful. He looked back at them. "Boys."

They headed in for the office and Stiles' dad started to access the surveillance footage from the hospital. Stiles suggested to look at the area of the wing where Jessica's room had been. However, the more they watched, the more doubtful that his dad got.

"I don't know boys. There was a six car pile-up that night. The hospital was jammed."

But Stiles wasn't budging. "Just keep going. Look, he had to pass one of the hallways there on that floor in order to get to Jessica. He's gotta be on that footage somewhere."

Scott's eyes widened as he noticed something. "Hold on, stop," he said quickly. "Did you see that? Scroll it back," he said to them.

They rewound the footage a bit and Stiles' eyes widened and he pointed at someone clad in a dark leather jacket.

"That's him. That's Matt."

But he was facing away from the camera and his dad squinted at the image. "All I see is the back of his head."

"Matt's head, yeah," Stiles argued. "I sit behind him in history, he's got a very…distinct cranium," he said making some movements around his own head.

His dad glared at him. "Are you crazy?"

Stiles let out a frustrated huff. "Alright, fine. Look at his jacket. How many people do you know wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally," the sheriff answered dully.

Scott shook his head. They couldn't lose this now that they were so close. "Can you scroll forward? There has to be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

They moved to a different corridor and Stiles tapped his dad's shoulder quickly.

"Alright, stop there," he yelled. "Look, there he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again," his dad corrected him.

"Yeah, but look. He's talking to someone."

It was a nurse. One that was familiar to all three of them.

Scott's eyes widened. "He's talking to my mom."

Scott then went and pulled out his phone and quickly called for his mother. He asked her if he remembered talking to Matt that night.

"Scott, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?" she said skeptically.

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair. Looks…like a normal teenager."

Stiles then jumped in. "Yeah, he looks evil."

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this," she said to them.

Scott looked over at the photo of Matt in the yearbook they had. "Okay, mom I'm going to take a picture and send it to you." He then took the picture with his phone. "Did you get it?"

When Melissa got the photo, her eyes widened a bit. "Yeah. I remember talking to him. I stopped him because he was trekking mud in the hall." That made the three of them raise their heads a bit. "Scott, what's going on?"

"Uh, it's nothing mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He then cut the call.

With that, the sheriff then went and pulled out an evidence folder. "We have shoeprints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

Stiles' eyes widened. "And if they match then that puts Matt at the site of three murders. The trailer, the hospital and the rave."

"Actually, four." The sheriff pointed at another file. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" asked Stiles.

"A couple hours before you got there," he answered.

Stiles was getting edgy now. "Alright dad, one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern. What's four?"

His face hardened with resolve. "Four's enough for a warrant."

Stiles pulled his fist in victory. They got him. They were going to nail Matt and were that much closer to finally stopping him from using the Kanima to kill more innocent people. Scott was happy too. This would go a long way to taking this dark weight off their shoulders that had been pressing on them for weeks.

The sheriff looked over at Scott. "Scott, you call your mother and ask how quick she could get here. If I can get an official id then I can get a search warrant." Scott nodded and pulled out his phone to start calling for his mom. "Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"Got it," he said running out.

Stiles quickly made his way to the front desk with a smile but found that it was empty. He wondered where the deputy went but his nose flared. He smelled fresh blood. A lot of blood. He followed the scent to behind the desk and saw the deputy's body, torn open with her face frozen in fear. Stiles grit his teeth and was about to turn and warn Scott and his dad when his eyes went further down, at the deputy's holster. Her gun was missing. This time, he did turn around and in between his eyes was the barrel of that gun. It was in the hands of Matt Daehler who tilted his head a bit at him.

"Hello Stiles," Matt muttered to him.

"Matt," Stiles breathed.

Matt craned his neck back to signal for Stiles to start walking. Stiles just headed off. This actually was perfect. Matt thought that he had the advantage because he had that gun. Which he did, when it was pointed in between Stiles eyes. Now that he was leading him off, Matt had lowered the gun a bit as he followed. Stiles could turn around and take him by surprise. Even if Matt did get a shot, it wouldn't be too bad. Well, bad in that it would still undoubtedly hurt like hell, but he would heal.

From behind him, Matt walked just a step behind him but his eyes went down to see that Stiles' hands were shaking a bit…as if in preparation. "Just in case Stiles, don't try anything funny. You might think you're one of the top dogs around here, but I have something better and he's loose in here. You try and make one move that I don't tell you and your dad's guts will be spilled on the floor long before you could get to him just like her."

Stiles swallowed a bit. "What?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. You'll only make me angrier than I already am. And you don't want to test me right now, would you Stiles?"

"Derek…Derek! We don't have much time."

Derek was in a small foggy daze as he heard his name being shouted from what seemed like a distance until he got a sudden pained press against his head. It was some kind of deafening, scratching sound and suddenly he found himself on the floor in his house with Deaton over him.

He quickly got up. "That sound. What was it?"

Deaton then pulled out what looked like a dog whistle. Derek tried to move but he was stumbling and looked like he might fall down and so Deaton went over and grabbed him and kept him steady.

"You're going to be weak for several hours," Deaton said.

Derek took a moment to try to keep himself upright before he remembered his arm getting punctured by claws and turned to see the giant hole in the floor where he had buried his uncle a few months ago. It was now empty. The memory of what had happened a little while ago played back in his mind.

"That actually happened," he sighed.

"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha," Deaton assured him. "But, as usual, not a very particular competent one."

Derek glared at him. "Where is he?"

"I wish I could tell you."

Derek then stepped closer to him. He wanted answers from this man. "Then how about you tell me what you're doing here? And why you're helping me?"

Deaton stared right back at him, undisturbed by Derek's demands. "Helping your family actually used to be a very important part of my life. Helping you…was a promise I made to your mother."

At that, Derek started to step back a bit. "You're the one my sister talked about," he realized. "She said that you're a…some kind of advisor."

"She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to, very closely, right now." He then looked to the hole. "What Peter managed to do, it doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence. His cunning. He's going to come at you Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head. Preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you could stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

Derek smirked at him. "I don't trust anyone."

Now it was Deaton's turn to smirk. "Is that so? It's actually that sort of outlook that keeps you from being the Alpha that you seem to think you are. The fact is that I think there are people out there that you do trust and should even if you don't want to. Yet, from what I can tell, one of them doesn't trust you the slightest bit at all while the other wants to trust you but is still shaken with his broken faith in you."

"Scott," Derek mumbled. The one that doesn't and has never trusted him at all. "and Stiles." The one that wants to trust him but is still reeling from both his deception to Scott and his anger with how he got Isaac, Erica and Boyd to join his pack.

Deaton caught his eye. "They're off together right now trying to find a way to stop the Kanima. You need to find them. Find them as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. From what I can see, it's going almost like he wants it to."

Derek tightened his poise. From what Deaton just said, it sounded like Gerard plan seems to involve Scott and Stiles and if he was to stop it, he had to get to them before he did.

Scott got off the phone and looked at the sheriff. "She's on her way here." Stiles' dad nodded. But then his face paled as his mouth opened in shock. Scott thought he looked scared. "Sheriff?" he said before he looked behind him.

It was Stiles, he was walking in. No, he was pushed in, at gunpoint, by Matt. Once Stiles was in, Matt went and moved the gun in the direction of Stiles' dad.

The sheriff put his hands up and immediately tried to pacify the situation. "Matt, its Matt right? Whatever is going on I guarantee that there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny, because I'm not sure if you're aware of how right you are," he said as he smiled at his pun.

Scott and Stiles just gave Matt a hard look as he sent a small smirk their way. It was official to them. Matt knew and understood what the two of them were. That's why he had the gun on Stiles' dad. He was one that it would be most effective against and it kept the two of them from trying anything to take him down.

But his dad wasn't in the same know as them. "I know you don't want to hurt people," he said still trying to reason with him.

But Matt rolled his eyes. "Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list but I can be persuaded. One way, is to dial someone on you cell phone like McCall is doing." That made Scott take his hand out of his pocket. "Yeah, that could definitely get someone hurt."

Stiles looked over at Scott who looked away from him and he narrowed his eyes. Who would Scott be trying to call anyway? Derek? Deaton? They were both too far and no doubt involved in other things at this time of night.

Matt moved his arm for them to take out their phones. "Everyone…NOW!" he shouted.

"Come on," Stiles' dad said to the boys as he went to move first and pulled his phone out and onto the table. Scott and Stiles followed soon after.

They then moved off for the cells where Matt had Scott held at gunpoint while Stiles handcuffed his father to the bars.

"Tighter," Matt said when he saw that Stiles had the cuffs kind of loose.

"Do what he says Stiles," his dad told him.

Stiles looked down at him for a moment before he moved and tightened the cuffs. When they were, Matt began to march them off while he still had the gun aimed up at Scott's head. While a bullet might not have as much effect on them as normal people, one taken in the head would still have the same result of striking them dead. Matt was being smart with handling them and making sure that they were powerless against them. A fact that became more clear when they were marched down the corridor to head back to the office and they saw that there were bloodied bodies of the station's deputies scattered around.

"Are you going to kill everyone in here?" Scott gasped out.

Stiles narrowed his eyes as he tried to listen out for any other heartbeats. The only ones he could hear outside their own was his father's fast paced one back where they had left him. There were no others in the whole building. "I think he already did."

Matt just smirked at the sight of all the dead people. "Well that is what Jackson's for. I just think about killing him and, he does it. So, if you don't want me to think about killing Stiles' dad, you'll do exactly what I say or…." Matt let out a grin as he gave the bodies another look. He then went and shoved the two of them to keep moving.

A reptilian hand then came and grabbed at one of the bodies and started to drag it away.

Allison was sitting in the bed of her room, just staring down and not really looking at hands that were twirling into her teddy bear's fur. Her grandfather made his way into her room.

"Sweetheart," he said.

"I don't want to talk," she said stiffly to him.

"I understand…I'm not sure there even is anything I can say. I won't pretend to know what you're going through."

"Then leave," she whispered out.

Gerard gave her a hard look. "Of course. I just wanted to give you something from your mother. Partly because I noticed that things had been a little difficult between you two. But…it can wait."

And with that Gerard started to leave the room. Allison finally looked up.

"What?" she said, stopping him from leaving. "What is it?"

Gerard shook his head. "No sweetheart. It can wait."

"What is it?" she pressed on a bit more forcefully.

Gerard kept his gaze for a few more seconds before he started to approach her. "As you know, your mother wrote a suicide note to help explain away our difficult situation to the police. Given our family's still…fresh public history, she knew that otherwise we, especially you, would face more scrutiny than ever." He then pulled out an envelope. "She wrote this note to explain it to you." He held it in front of her. "If I give this to you, you have to destroy it immediately," he instructed as Allison looked at it grimly with her reddening eyes. She nodded. "You burn it," Gerard said forcefully before he softened himself up. "Promise?"

Allison nodded again. "Yes."

Gerard gave the envelope a look. "I want you to know that she asked me to read it. I told her that I shouldn't. That it was private, between the two of you. But, she wanted my thoughts. As I said before….I don't know what you're going through. I wasn't close to my own mother." He then pulled away and turned to face away from her and look more intently at the letter being held in his hand. "But reading this will make me sorry for not trying to be. Because…if this was my mother, if these words were written by her to me…I don't know how I could be still until someone paid for her death. Any pity I'd have for Derek and his pack would be burned out by a white hot desire for retribution. And any ideals I may have had for dear young Stilinski would be stomped out of me the way he stomped on your mother's leg when he threw your mother to the ground after Derek sank his toxic teeth into her flesh. Reining blood and destruction that would have Derek, his wolves and that bloodthirsty spastic mutt howling not for mercy but for their own sweet death."

Allison's face had gone completely pale as her jaw was dropped slightly in shock and tears were freely flowing from her eyes. Gerard nodded before he went and dropped the letter in front of Allison and then left her alone to consider her mother's words as well as his own.

In the sheriff's office, Matt was calmly sitting off in one of the armchairs as he watched Scott and Stiles at work. Scott was running all the evidence files through the shredder while Stiles was on the computer erasing everything related to the recent murders.

Stiles hit a button on the computer as a confirmation message appeared. "Deleted," he announced. "Now we're done. Well Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here right? We'll get my dad and we'll go. You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima." He had said all of that it quite a calm display of sarcasm.

Stiles shared a look with Scott before they looked at Matt stone faced. Or it was stone faced before some headlights passed by the windows. They could hear the sounds of a car pulling up into the police lot.

"Sounds like you're mom's here McCall."

Their hearts sank. They had forgotten that they had asked for Scott's mom to come to the station as soon as possible.

"Matt, don't do this," Scott said pleadingly. "If she comes through the door I'll just tell her leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please Matt."

But Matt was just smiling at him. He seemed to be enjoying Scott's fear and desperation. It was all broken when they heard the sounds of the front door of the station opening.

"If you two don't move, now, I'm going to kill Stiles' dad first." That made Stiles tense up. Matt quickly rose the gun and aimed it at Scott's face. "And then I'll kill your mom, Unless Stiles wants to try something, then I'll just kill you first and have him watch the other two by himself." Matt finished as he glared at Scott. Stiles stepped back and took some deep breaths to settle himself. Scott and Stiles then slowly left the office with Matt following behind them with his gun poised. "Open it," he ordered at them.

"Matt…please," Scott spat out.

"Open. The. Door," Matt annunciated with brutal and harsh breaths.

Scott slowly went to the door and opened it. They looked on as it opened and saw, not Scott's mom, but Derek.

"Oh thank god," Scott breathed out as Stiles sighed behind him.

But it all died out when Derek suddenly dropped into the room back first onto the floor. Behind where he stood was Jackson, half transformed with his claws red with blood. Derek had been paralyzed and was now motionless. Matt grinned as Jackson started to step inside the room. He looked at the shell-shocked betas and then flashed his reptilian eyes at them.

Allison burned the letter after reading it, just like Gerard had told her. She held the burning bundle of paper before her face and watched as it slowly started to be taken by the flames. She set it on a coaster at her desk as she watched it slowly turn to ash. Then her eyes went to the various things spread about on her table. Things that once had meaning to her but now where useless. She started taking her things and dumping them into the trash. Things from her table, then things hanging from her wall. She went to her dresser and savagely pushed everything off into the floor. She then went to her closet and started to tear apart her clothes off their hangers and began to rip them apart. She changed into some dark clothes and found herself moving for a case and opened it to reveal an assortment of arrows and arrow heads. She then reached over for her crossbow and moved to aim it. The act seemed to calm her nerves and it gave her much needed focus. Focus as she imagined Derek, Isaac, Erica, Boyd…and even Stiles at the other end.

Allison then pulled on the trigger.

Scott and Stiles stared down at the paralyzed Derek in concern but Matt walked over and looked down at him in amusement.

Derek glared up at him. "This is the one controlling him?" he asked out. "This kid?" Derek had to admit, Matt wasn't what he expected as the Kanima's master.

Matt's sneer went into a glare. "Well Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf like you guys." Matt then straightened up. "Oh yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately," he said with amusement. "Werewolves. Hunters. Kanimas. It's like a Halloween party every full moon." He went into a smile. "Took me a while to figure it out though my first clue came at the semi-final. I was taking some pictures and…I noticed that there was some kind of sun flare effect in them. Always centered on…your face Scott. Or rather your eyes." Scott glared at him. "I didn't really understand what was going on, and got even more confused that night I went for Sean. You see, when I was getting ready to send Jackson in, I had these…images appear in my head." Matt then looked over at Stiles. "Images of you Stiles. With a savage face, glowing eyes, fangs, claws and roaring as you were actually fighting the Kanima. I thought I was going crazy."

"You thought?" Stiles slurred out and Scott sent a look his way.

Matt just snorted at that. "Nothing was making sense, until I picked up Allison's tablet and found those pages on the Kanima she had. After I read everything from it, especially about the part about the Kanima supposed to being a werewolf, I finally understood." He let out a small laugh. "Boy…was I surprised but relieved because it all suddenly made sense. Scott's sudden rise to fame as well as Isaac, Erica and Boyd's 180's. Though, I have to ask Stiles, if Scott's co-captain then why are you on bench?" he asked with a smirk.

Stiles just stared at him. "Because kicking around Jackasses takes up all my time. And I'm due for another."

Jackson then went for Stiles but he quickly grabbed at his hand before he could claw at him. Scott moved towards them but Matt quickly brought the gun straight up and let out a shot. The sound startled both Scott and Stiles for a second. A second was long enough for Jackson to break from Stiles' hold and claw at his front.

"Stiles!" Scott shouted.

Stiles looked down at his front as his legs were starting to wobble. "Bitch." That's all he managed to say before he started falling forward until he landed on Derek, paralyzed.

Scott tried to move for him but Jackson brought out his clawed hands in front of his face. He then started to wag his finger at him to say no. The sheriff could be heard yelling their names but Matt just shouted at him to shut up.

Derek grunted under the new weight on top of him. "Get him off of me," he spat out.

"Oh, I don't know Derek," Matt crutched down amusingly at him. "I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kind of suck though. So much power and it's all taken away with just a small scratch. I bet none of you are used to being so helpless," he said with his anger pouring out for all of them to sense.

Derek tightened his jaw. "Still have some teeth. Why don't you come closer? See how helpless I really am?"

"Yeah bitch," Stiles growled out.

But everything went quiet when another pair of headlights shined into the station as another car pulled into the lot.

"Is that her?" Matt shouted out with savage sarcasm.

Scott shook his head. "No," he whispered out lightly.

Matt turned to look Scott straight in the eye. "Nothing bad has to happen Scott. Just do what I tell you to and I won't have to hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott!" Stiles shouted out. "Don't trust him!"

Matt then reached down and pulled Stiles off Derek so he could be on his back just before he went and shoved his foot right over Stiles' throat cutting off his flow of air. Stiles tried to fight him off but he was only able to raise his arms just an inch over the ground.

"I'm curious. Normal people usually go a bit less than minute without air. How long can werewolves go? Should we find out?!"

"Matt just stop!" Scott said as he watched Stiles struggle against Matt. "Stop!"

"Then do what I tell you to," he spat out before he put more of his weight down on Stiles' throat and making his face start getting red.

Scott's own breathing was starting to quicken when he saw tears start to leak out of his friend's eyes. "Okay! Alright. I'll do it just, get off him. Let him breathe. Stop!"

Matt kept his foot on him for a few more seconds before he took it off. Stiles took in a hard gasp of air as soon as he did with some coughing following afterword.

Matt then pointed to Jackson who had just been standing there like a monstrous statue. "You, take them in there," he ordered as he went to point to the two paralyzed werewolves. He then turned to Scott. "And you, you're coming with me."

Melissa McCall walked into the station after parking her car and saw that there was no one at the front desk. Before she could begin shouting out for anyone, she heard Scott's voice.

"Mom?"

She sighed. "Scott, you scared me. Where is every-"

She froze when she saw her son being held at gunpoint.

"Mom, just do what he says. He promised that he wouldn't hurt you."

Matt nodded at her. "He's right." He then lowered the gun from Scott's head and shot him at his torso.

At that shot, feelings all through the station shot up.

Scott's mom started screaming and crying as Scott started to fall to the floor right in front of her.

In the cells, the sheriff rose as far as he could go and pulled savagely against the cuffs as that was another gunshot. "Scott! Stiles! What's happening?!" he shouted out in fear as he had no idea what was happening but his mind was playing out the worst.

In the office where Derek and Stiles had been dragged, Derek was gritting his teeth and Stiles was crying and struggling as hard as he could against the paralysis but could barely move his hands. Their fear and frustration intensifying.

Matt just looked back unsympathetically. "I didn't say that I wouldn't hurt you."

"Scott," Melissa cried out but she stopped when Matt held his gun out at her.

"Back, back!" he shouted savagely at her.

"Mom, stop mom," Scott pleaded at her. Matt was too unstable now. He had fired that gun out twice in the last five minutes. There was no doubt that he would shoot his mother if he really wanted to. Scott then felt a sting from his side and he held his wound tighter as he could already feel himself slowly healing and his body moving to push the bullet out.

But his mother didn't know that and she was trying anything she could think of to try and get closer to her son. But Matt was moving the gun closer at her.

"I said…get back," he spat at her.

"Scott?" she said softly to him.

"Mom, please, just do it. Do what he says," he shouted desperately at her.

"Get up McCall," Matt said at him.

But then the sheriff's voice rang through the halls. "Matt! Matt, listen to me!"

But Matt snapped. "Just shut up! Everyone shut the hell up!" He then turned to glare at Scott. "McCall! Get up or I shoot her next!"

Scott grit his teeth and quickly moved to get back on his feet as his mother watched him in tears. Soon enough, they were led back to the cells where Matt went and locked his mom in one of them next to Stiles' dad. His eyes widened at the sight of Scott's bloodied shirt and his eyes were sending Scott a message that he deciphered well enough.

"Stiles is fine," Scott muttered to him.

"For now," Matt said. "But that could easily change."

"Please!" his mom said from behind the bars. "He needs to see a doctor."

Matt tilted his head at her in amusement. "Is that so?"

That seemed to set the sheriff off. He was now beyond angry. "Alright, you listen to me-"

But Scott cut him off. "It's all right! I'm fine."

Matt was laughing at the sheriff's face. "Wow, I can see where Stiles gets it from now. That look, it's just like his. Just, you know, without all the special features." The sheriff just stared back at him in anger but it became mixed with confusion.

"Scott," his mom said as she started to cry.

Scott looked at her softly. "Really mom, I'm okay now."

"No, honey, you're not okay," she wept out. "That's only the adrenaline." She then looked over at Matt. "Please, you have to let me out. Let me just take a look at him. I can help stop the bleeding."

Matt just smiled at her. At both her and the sheriff before he looked back at Scott. "So it's both of them. Both Stiles' dad and your mom. They really have no idea, do they?"

"Let me just take a look at him," his mom pleaded again.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" he said fast and furiously at her. "If you keep talking then I'm going to put the next bullet through his head."

That made her stop. "Okay," she said quickly. "Okay, okay." She started to settle down.

Matt then started to back up from the cell. "Okay, up front McCall." But Scott stayed where he was, his eyes not leaving his mother. "Did you not hear me?"

Scott turned to glare at Matt before he slowly made his way out of the cells with Matt right behind him. His mother and the sheriff staring after them in anger, fear and concern. He brought Scott back to the office where Jackson was still standing guard over Derek and Stiles.

"The evidence is gone," Scott turned back to look at Matt. "Why don't you just go?"

But Matt snorted. "You really think the evidence matters that much huh? No. No, I want the book."

Scott's eyebrows rose. "What book?"

"The Bestiary! And not just a few pages. I want the whole thing!"

That made Stiles and Derek share a look as well as a thought. Why would Matt want or care about that thing for?

Scott shook his head. "I…I don't have it. It's Gerard's," he explained to him. "Why do want it anyway?"

Matt looked away. "I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

Matt gave Scott a look before he pulled his shirt up. "For this."

Matt showed them his torso to see that there were scales spread along his side. Scales that looked identical to Jackson's who stood right beside him. The sight made Scott and Stiles' eyes widen in shock while Derek stared at them savagely.