Chapter 20: Fury part 2

Gerard, Chris and Allison were all gathered up in the basement, getting their equipment and weapons ready before setting out. Allison was holding up her phone with a text from Scott on it. Chris took it from her and read it. Scott had sent a message of being at the station with Stiles and Derek and they needed the bestiary.

"He wants the bestiary?"

Allison shook his head. "It's not from Scott. He wouldn't text me. And he definitely wouldn't mention Derek."

Chris held the phone over to his father who read the message himself. "The sheriff's station?"

"If Derek is really there then I doubt it's friendly."

Allison agreed. There would only be one real reason that all of them would be there right now. "You think Jackson's there too?" she asked her dad.

"Probably. Maybe even the one controlling him."

Chris then went and pulled out a building schematic of the Sheriff's Station.

"How many do they keep on in the night shift?" Gerard asked.

"Since budget cuts, maybe four at the most," Chris answered.

Gerard went and swallowed some pills from his case. "Well, we should be grateful for any meager helping circumstance. Considering that we are now down to only two men ourselves thanks to Stiles' recent assault on our men the other night. It seems that it was a busy time for him," he said casting a look Allison's way. "Our numbers are rapidly dwindling."

"It probably won't matter anyway," Chris pointed out to him. "By now they are probably either dead or paralyzed."

"This might just be the confluence of events we've been waiting for," Gerard said softly.

"Confluence or conflagration?" asked Chris.

Gerard shrugged. "I'm open to both."

Allison just stared at the both of them. "What do we do now?" she asked them.

Gerard turned to look at her. "Maybe you should tell us. That authority falls to you now." Gerard then let out a small smile.

But Chris wasn't. "Not at her age," he argued.

"She's almost 18," Gerard said back but still kept his eyes on her. "She knows there's a difference between revenge and retribution." He saw that Allison was looking down at the floor. "Don't you Allison?" he asked drawing her eyes back up at him. "Make the decision from the vantage point of strategy or emotion. And we'll follow your lead."

Allison just silently mulled over his words before she caught his eye. "I want Derek dead," she said unflinchingly.

That made Gerard smile but Chris stiffened.

"What about Scott?" her father asked her.

Allison softened a bit but was still hard enough. "Scott's not the one that forced my mother to kill herself."

"Yes, but he's still Stiles' best friend. Neither one of them will be bystanders in this. Stiles has proven that he is protective of both Derek and his pack. He will try to interfere and Scott will be there alongside him. You can't pick and choose."

Gerard held his hand out to physically cut him off and Allison verbally cut him off.

"But I can prioritize," she said firmly. "And the priority is Derek?"

Her father wasn't done with his counter. "What about the others? Derek's pack? He's still their Alpha. They won't just stay away. They'll be drawn to protecting him."

"If they try and protect him…then we kill them." She looked over at Gerard. "All of them," she said to him.

"And Stiles?" Gerard asked. "What about him?"

Allison kept her stare but tightened her jaw. She remembered the limp that she had seen her mother with before she went to Lydia's party. The one that Stiles had apparently been responsible for. Was it all because she had told her family about Jackson and him going to the rave? She couldn't believe that Stiles had done that to her mother and acted like she was the pariah when they met at the party. "Stiles…I'll handle him. I'll make sure that he stays out of the way…for his own good."

"And if he doesn't?" her father asked.

"If he doesn't…then I won't be held responsible for what happens," she said echoing the very words that he once said to her.

Stiles and Derek had been left in the office with Jackson at the doorway standing guard. Matt and Scott had gone off to prepare for Allison's arrival with the bestiary.

"Hey," Stiles whispered to his fellow paralyzed wolf. "You know what's going on with Matt, don't you? Scott and I were shocked, I could practically drown in it. But I didn't sense much coming from you. You weren't too surprised at what's happening, were you?"

"Not really," he grunted out. "I have a theory, and if I'm right, the book is not going to help him at all."

"Why?"

"You can't just break the rules, not like this."

Stiles' eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"The universe balances things out. It always does."

"You mean the Kanima's rules. Because he's using Jackson to kill people that don't deserve it?"

"And killing people himself."

"So…Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima…then he becomes the Kanima."

"Balance," Derek confirmed.

"Uh, you think he'd believe us if we tell him that?"

"Not likely."

Stiles deflated. "He's going to kill all of us as soon as he gets that book, isn't he?"

"Yep," Derek said in his usual blunt tone.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Alright, then what do we do? Just…sit here and wait to die?"

"Unless I find a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Trigger the healing process."

Stiles wondered how, when he started hearing the sound of light tearing. His eyes went downward to see that Derek had his claws out and he was tearing into his own leg. He was clawing himself to force himself to heal in the same manner that he had broken Erica's arm.

"Derek, dude, you're just gross."

Just outside the office, they could hear footsteps as Matt and Scott got back in.

"There," Matt said to Scott as he went to see that Scott's wound wasn't bleeding much anymore as it was almost completely healed up. "You know, I feel sorry for you McCall. You must be thinking, 'How am I going to explain this when it heals?' And the real sad part is that you don't seem to realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing." Matt's tone started getting a little harder. "Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die!"

He then walked off leaving Scott to look off after him.

"Is that what happened to you? Stiles told me what you said to him. That you were murdered and that's why you're even doing this." Scott grit his teeth a bit before he took a breath and softened his expression. "What happened?" Matt just kept his back to Scott as he went to rest himself at a desk. Scott then had a flash of the fear that helped them confirm he was the master. "You drowned, didn't you?"

Matt actually spared Scott a look before he looked away. "He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What? Matt, who are you talking about?"

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

"What? Who was drinking?"

"The swim team you idiot!" he spat at Scott. "I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won State. Lahey is having a couple of his favorites over to have a couple of drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17, right?" he said breathlessly.

From inside the office, Stiles raised his head up a bit as he listened in on everything that they were talking about. He was beginning to see where this was going now.

Scott widened his eyes. "Were you at Isaac's?"

Matt grit his teeth. "He had this first edition Spiderman…or was it Batman? Anyway, we were going to make a trade. But then I'm over there and I hear music and everyone is having a good time. Then I see Sean, he throws Jessica in the pool. Then Bennett goes in and-"

"Bennett?" Scott cuts in. "The hunter?"

At that, Stiles narrows his eyes. Scott knew the hunter's name, how? None of them had known that and Stiles had only discovered it when he matched the picture he stole with the swim team photo in the yearbook. He hadn't told Scott that though so how did he learn the hunter's name?

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

Scott gasped as he now understood. "They threw you in."

Tears start to fall from Matt's face but his expression is still wrathful. "I yell that I can't swim but…nobody listens. I go under, swallow water, and no one cares. I see these bodies in the water. I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker is grabbing Kara…and I'm drowning. I'm dying…and they're laughing!" He then got a faraway look on his face. "Next thing I know, I'm lying at the edge of the pool. Lahey, he's right there above me and he says: You tell no one." He then goes right into Scott's face and flashes the gun at him. "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!" he spewed out before his tone lowered. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone and…I would see them at school and they won't even look at me. I would wake up at night and would gasp for air, out of breath. My parents thought I was asthmatic. They…they gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about? The one you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. It was…darkness. Everything…dark."

Scott just stood there, listening to what Matt was saying. His face was down and slightly blank. He didn't say anything as he listened to his story, and he felt sorry for him. It wasn't right what Matt had to go through as a kid but how Matt responded was far from the right way to deal with it. He was starting to lose himself in revenge that he was now starting to take it out on innocent people like his mother, Stiles' father and all the people here in the station; not to mention all those people at the club that he had Jackson attack.

Stiles started to glare out into at the ceiling. On any other day, he would be sympathetic to what happened to Matt, if it weren't for the trail of bodies that he was leaving behind. Bodies of people who never even laid a finger on Matt. His nostrils flared as he could smell the scent of pure, wrathful hate spew out of him like he did at the party.

"Then came the Argent's funeral…and everything changed," Matt continued with his breathing settling a bit with a determined calm. "I was taking some photos and…by accident, Lahey, he gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera and I have this unbelievable rage. It fills up inside of me and I just look at him and I…I want to see him dead," he said savagely before his face softened up. "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…the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm even talking about, do you Scott?"

Scott's eyebrows rose a bit. "Uh, is he the guy that stabbed out his eyes?" he guessed. He didn't really know those monster stories too well, before or after he learned that monsters did actually exist.

"No!" Matt raged at him. "That's Oedipus you dumbass! The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished then the furies would do the punishing." He then pointed off towards the half-transformed Jackson that was still standing guard over Stiles and Derek. "Jackson, is my fury," he said with savage glee as Jackson looked over at them. "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 kill for me 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 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."

Stiles bit the corner of his cheek as Matt reached the end of his villainous monologue. "So, is that hypothetical solution you had getting less hypothetical?" he asked referring to triggering his healing by hurting himself.

Derek sighed. "Think so. I can move my toes."

Stiles gave him a look. "Dude, I was paralyzed after you, and I could move my toes."

Suddenly, all the lights went out. The station went completely dark as some of the emergency lights then started to kick in with an alert sounding through the whole station.

"What's happening? What's going on?!" Matt started demanding angrily. "What's happening?!" he said pointing the gun out at Scott.

"I don't know," he gasped out.

But then gunfire started firing off as the window ahead of them started to break apart as bullets started flying in causing them to duck in cover.

Outside the station, two hunters dropped their fire and they looked back at Gerard. He was staring off in the opposite direction with a smile on his face.

"Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made by the fume of size." He looked over at his men. "Let's give them some love."

They then tossed in a smoke grenade that was starting to fill in the station. Jackson was staring out into the dark space of a doorway where his master had been last seen. Suddenly, Scott shot out of that space and pushed Jackson right out of the way. He then ran in for Stiles and Derek.

Derek raised his head and tilted his head for Stiles. "Take him," he told Scott. "Go!"

Scott lifted Stiles to his feet and they started to move over for the cells. They had to get to their parents.

"Are you alright?" Scott asked him.

Stiles grit his teeth. "Still feeling a bit numb. What about you? Matt shot you."

"Don't worry, I'm healed."

Their conversation halted when the door head of them started getting pounded on by Jackson. Scott quickly turned them away and headed off in a different direction. Jackson kicked the door down and started heading after them. They kept closing door behind them but Jackson kept kicking them in. They soon found themselves trapped in an office and turned back, waiting for Jackson to kick his way to them, but, nothing happened. Jackson didn't seem to be following after them now.

In another part of the station, Allison and her father were strolling on in with their crossbows armed as they scanned the area. They stopped when they heard the sound of angry shouting and grunting.

It was the sheriff as he started to yank, pull and anything else he could think of to free himself of the handcuffs to little avail. With the lights now off, followed by that automatic gunfire, he was more worried than ever for the boys. Worry that was mirrored by Melissa who was crying silent tears in the cell she was still locked in.

Derek was now able to get to his feet and he quickly shifted as he made his eyes go red to help see in the dark. In the distance, he spotted Matt who was starting to make a break for it. Derek went off in pursuit but he stopped when he caught sight of Jackson standing in the way. Jackson started to twitch in his place before he started to shift fully into his Kanima form. His hiss echoing through the station.

Scott and Stiles heard it and Scott quickly set Stiles down in a nearby bench. As soon as Stiles sat down, he started to pound his fists at his knees.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked as he watched Stiles seemingly hitting himself.

"I'm trying to stimulate my legs. Make them fight against the venom harder. We have to get our parents out of here."

"Stiles, don't worry. I'll go and get to our parents, alright? Just stay here." Stiles gave him a look. "You know what I mean," he said before he took off.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, I don't think so." Stiles then pushed up against the bench and managed to straighten up on his feet. He smiled for a moment before he wobbled and started to fall off to the side. He quickly moved his arms up to the wall to catch himself before he fell flat. He then started to slide back down for the floor slowly. "Okay, maybe in a bit," he muttered before he went back and started to crawl for the cells.

Scott was running through the halls as fast as he could for the cells when something went and jumped out at him. "Whoa!" He stopped quickly, almost falling over, but sighed in relief. "Allison."

It was Allison but…she didn't look as happy to see him as he was to see her. She was glaring at him and was pointing a loaded crossbow his way.

"Where's Derek?" she demanded in a low, hard voice.

Scott's face fell. Something was wrong. Allison was glaring at him and still had her crossbow aimed at him. "What are you doing?"

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

"Allison," Scott breathed.

Allison took a breath and raised the bow up. "Where is he?" she demanded stiffly.

Scott could smell a great deal of anger, pain and…sadness coming from her. "What happened?"

Allison brought the crossbow back down. "Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. Okay? Stay out of my way and let me do what I need to do. And...you should tell Stiles that he better stay away from me too. Be his best friend and keep him back. If he tries anything to stop me…then I won't be held responsible. Tell him that. He'll know what it means."

She then marched off leaving Scott looking after her as she ran with her mind set on hunting her prey. Scott just stood there shocked. Why would Allison be going after Derek? And what was going on between her and Stiles? Before, the ill feelings seemed to only be on Stiles' end; now it looked like Allison was returning them tenfold.

Allison kept running until she got to the area where the offices were. She made out the shape of her father across the hall from her. They began signaling to each other to coordinate their movement into the evidence rooms first. Allison took point but saw that the one closest to her was empty. Chris then entered the other one next to him but didn't see anything either. He began to step out before he was jumped from behind by the Kanima. Its roar made Allison quickly turn to her father and fire off a bolt which connected with the Kanima's head.

For a moment, Allison thought that they finally got it, but the creature just shrugged it off and then yanked the bolt out. It roared at her and Allison quickly ran away with the creature hot on her trail. She ran into the station's parking garage and the Kanima began to follow after her. She hid behind one of the cars but the Kanima started to hop the car hoods and scan the area where she was. The Kanima slowly approached, stalking its next victim, and then looked down but found the space empty. Allison then jumped out from where she crawled to and struck at it with a knife. The Kanima hardly flinched from it and then went and clawed at Allison. She knew she would be paralyzed quickly so she immediately went for her hidden knife and stabbed at the creature's arm. It let out a surprised shriek but didn't lose its poise at all. It hissed in Allison's face for a bit before pulling its claws free. When that happened, Allison fell like a rock right to the floor.

The sound of footsteps were heard and Matt soon kneeled over her, with a smug looking smile on his face. "You should give me a chance." He then went and pushed some of the stray hairs from Allison's face as she stared at him in shock. "Remember when I said that I'm not the kind of guy that would say something like: 'Well, if I can't have her, no one can'? Well, that's not entirely true. Because, Allison, if I can't have you…no one can!" he roared at her.

Allison started to get scared as Matt leered down at her with the Kanima off at his side not too far away. Matt's gaze finally left Allison when there was a distant sound movement echoing over to them. Matt then got up and left with the Kanima leaving too. Allison watched them go off but could do nothing else as she was paralyzed. She then felt hands reaching for her moments later and panicked but settled down when she saw that it was her father. He silently shushed her before he grabbed her and began to take her away.

Outside the station, Gerard sent his men to move in and help provide some cover for his son and granddaughter. He stayed outside for a moment before he was overtaken by his cough and reached for his pill case. He popped in some of his meds but froze after he swallowed them. He saw a figure moving about not too far away but the person disappeared when it looked like he had been spotted. It seemed as if there was another mystery contender about to be added into the fray. Gerard then looked back at the station and wondered if now was the time to take on a more active role tonight.

In the holding cells, the sheriff was pulling on the handcuffs with both of his hands to try and break the bar he was cuffed to off the wall. His grunts were being mirrored by Stiles who was crawling harder and faster. He was getting closer.

"Come on," Melissa said as she watched him try to free himself from being cuffed to the pole on the wall.

The sheriff then let out another loud yell as he finally managed to snap it off. "Yes." Both he and Melissa let out a relieved smile before she gasped out as Matt came and knocked him out from behind.

Stiles could hear it from around the corner and down the hall. He could hear his dad's breathing and heartrate change and knew that he must've just been knocked out. He bit his bottom lip in anger and fear. He put a lot more power into giving both his legs a whack before he resumed crawling as he felt a warm feeling start to spread through his legs from where he had just hit.

Melissa's eyes widened as she saw him stand over the sheriff's body. "Matt. Matt, please listen to me. My son has been shot and I heard all the gunfire. I don't know what is happening but please, let me see my son," she tried pleading to him.

Matt turned and looked straight at her. His face was a perfect picture of amusement. "How totally clueless are you people? What, you and the sheriff honestly don't get it yet?"

There was then a quiet growling coming up from behind him and Matt turned to see red eyes coming out of the dark as Derek stepped into the room, his face fully shifted for Matt and Melissa to see. Matt then turned to the side to see the Kanima appear and hiss at Matt. He thought about wanting Derek dead right now and the Kanima pounced for him. Derek charged for it and the two of them started to grapple at each other. Matt watched it for a moment before he decided to run for his own safety.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief sensing Derek in there, fighting against the Kanima; and he could sense Scott moving for them quickly too. But then his ears stiffened as he heard footsteps running away from the cell area. Matt. Stiles grit his teeth and began to turn himself around. Matt couldn't escape. They had to stop him here and now. Not to mention that Stiles had to pay Matt back for attacking his dad like that. He started to crawl for one of the closed doors and reached for the door knob to try and pull himself up.

Back in the cell area, Derek and the Kanima started exchanging blows and clawed swipes. All of it being in the presence of Melissa who was watching it all in horror and confusion. Derek picked up a chair and tried to whack the Kanima with it but it pounced at Derek and sent him flying backwards a bit. The reptilian beast then jumped for the cell and hissed savagely at Melissa through the bars. It was caught off when Scott rushed in and thrust his claws into its back. He then pulled the Kanima back and threw it as far from the bars as he could. The Kanima went into a retreat but Derek got back to his feet and chased on after it.

Melissa sighed as she saw the two of them leave and looked down at her son who was facing away from her. "Scott? Scott, are you okay?" she cried out. "Scott?" Scott then slowly turned to her and his mother saw his bestial face. At the sight, she gasped and backed away from the cell in fright. "No," she cried in silent horror.

Scott could smell her fear and looked away from her as he ran out of the cells as fast as he could to try and catch the Kanima.

Stiles was standing straight, not too far way, as he was breathing heavily. He kept hitting at his legs to try and make them move against the venom from the Kanima faster so that he could go after Matt. But then, he stiffened as an intense fear hit his nostrils. It was coming from Scott's mom. His ears let him hear her cries and which was followed by feeling sadness from Scott. It looked like Scott's mom now knew the truth, and she wasn't taking it well. His heart ached for Scott and, he just stood there, lamenting his friend's situation as he heard him run off. That is until he heard his Scott's voice again.

"What are you doing here? This wasn't supposed to happen like this?"

"Trust me, I'm aware of that."

Stiles felt a chill go up his spine. That was Gerard's voice. And Scott started speaking again.

"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack. I've given you all the information you wanted. I went and broke into Stiles' house and stole all the evidence he collected on all of you. I told you that Matt was controlling Jackson."

"Then leave him to us," Gerard said cutting him off. "Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Now go."

There was a clink of metal. "You dropped this," Scott said.

"Go," Gerard ordered.

And Scott ran off. But, as he ran down the hall, he didn't notice that Derek was there and had overheard everything.

Stiles felt a numbing spread through him that trumped anything the Kanima could do. Scott was working with Gerard. He had been feeding Gerard the information about everything they'd been up to the entire time. Scott was a traitor. Scott betrayed Derek. Scott betrayed Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. He didn't agree to be part of Derek's pack because he wanted to work together to stop the Kanima from killing people. He did it because Gerard told him to so that he backstab them in the end. Not only that, but Scott had been the one to steal all of the files, research and evidence he had gathered to protect them and gave it to the hunter. Now he knew why his room hadn't looked violated. Scott knew where he would keep all of those things because he had told him about his hiding spots a long time ago. Scott had betrayed him.

Stiles then heard the sounds of heavy footsteps nearby. The smell of gunpowder was drifting in from that direction. Hunters. Stiles' narrowed his eyes as he felt an intense heat start to overtake him. It traveled through the tips of his fingers, down to his toes and up to the top of his head. He then went and took a step and found that it was perfect without a single defect. The venom's effect was dissipated. Bubbling as it was being burned out of him. The heat went to his eyes as the golden glow shined through the dark.

The two hunters that Gerard sent in were on the lookout for any sign of the Kanima or Derek. One of them signaled to the other when they got to a closed door and the other nodded before he went to kick the door down. He took a step in but saw that this office was empty. The one that stayed back was then pushed from behind and landed face flat onto the floor. The other hunter turned to see a fully shifted Stiles just ahead of the doorway. He raised his weapon to try and let loose a barrage of bullets. Stiles quickly brought his arm back and pushed at the gun, moving it off to the side just before he fired and let some bullets fly and hit the nearby wall harmlessly. With his other arm, he jammed his claws right at the spot between the guy's left shoulder blade and chest. The guy cringed in pain before Stiles yanked the gun from his grasp and tossed it off across the floor. He then grabbed at the guy's shoulders and pulled him through the doorway before he spun him a bit and threw him through the office window, back into the office with the shattered glass landing everywhere around him. Stiles then reached down for the hunter he pushed from behind as he saw that he was nearly up and about to head for his dropped rifle. He grabbed at the guy's feet and pulled making him fall flat before he dragged him back a bit to make the gun be beyond his reach. Stiles then went and launched the hunter hard into the wall where he hit it back first and then crumbled to the floor in a heap.

Stiles heard footsteps approaching and turned with his teeth bared but settled when he saw it was Derek. Stiles slowly shifted back as he started to let out deep breaths as his face got back to normal. The two of them stared at one another. Looks of shock and pain were mirrored in each other's faces and they understood that the other just learned of Scott's betrayal.

Matt got out of the station and ran as fast as he could. The heavy gunfire told him that those hunters were here and seemed to be after him and Jackson. He just hoped that the werewolves kept them off his tail long enough to get out of here. He ran into the nearby woods but stopped when bright lights shined at his face. It was a car and out stepped the principal Gerard Argent. Gerard took him over to the nearby river and started to hold him down. Matt struggled and pushed at the old man's grasp but he couldn't escape. He started to have flashes of his drowning as he tried desperately to get away. However, he couldn't get free and he eventually stopped struggling as the life escaped him.

Gerard let the now dead boy go and stepped out of the river. He looked to the side and noticed that the Kanima was there, close by the water and not fearing it like Scott had told him.

"No longer afraid of the water?" he asked it. Gerard then started to smile. "Well, you don't have to be afraid my friend. Especially me."

Gerard then extended his hand out to the Kanima and it crawled over to him. It held it's clawed hand over to it and pressed it together with his hand. The Kanima now had a new master and it was him.

This little revelation was witnessed by Peter Hale, who was well hidden in the trees and observed the event with an interested smile.