Sam squeezed her eyes shut as he walked past them and for a moment, everything was silent. She heard running footsteps and panicked as she saw someone running toward her. It was Deaton.
"Sam, are you okay?", he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down to her.
"I-", Sam looked around and her eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken almost like someone had planted an explosive. It didn't look like someone had emerged out of the hole.
Peter's alive. She touched her side where the bite was and lifted her shirt to see the scar had faded. It wasn't completely gone which reassured her, but still.
She looked at Derek's fallen body and teared up. "What did I do?", she whimpered, crawling over to him and shaking him. Deaton walked over to her. "I'm not quite sure.", he placed his fingers on Derek's pulse.
"He's alive.", he said and pulled out a small metal whistle. Sam let out a small sigh of relief. "What's that for?", Sam asked.
Once he put it to his mouth, a quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open as he gasped, covering his ears.
"That—that sound. What was it?", Derek weakly asked as Sam helped him sit up. Deaton held up the dog whistle with a smile on his face.
Derek, unamused, immediately stood, almost falling over. Deaton and Sam had to catch and steady him.
"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you.", Deaton warned. He let go of Derek's shoulders and Derek looked down at his arm that was slowly healing.
"It actually happened.", he spoke in realization.
"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one.", Deaton said.
Derek turned to Sam, angry. "What did you do?" Sam backed away. "I don't know." She looked away, trying to remember. She was at Lydia's party, she remembered seeing Scott for half a second but after that was it. "The last thing I remember was talking to Scott and I found his phone. I heard your voicemail, and I was gonna go and find him and then that was it. Now I'm here."
"Where is he?", Derek asked. Sam shrugged, looking at him. "I can't – I can't hear him or feel him. I always felt this pressure when he was about to do something or whenever he was around in general. Now I don't feel it."
Derek huffed before turning to Deaton, stepping to him to scare the older man. "Then how about you tell me what you're doing here. And why you're helping me?"
"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life.", Deaton said with a straight face. "Helping you, was a promise I made to your mother." He turned to Sam. "Even your mother."
Sam's eyes widened. "What…?" Mom knows about stuff like this…?
Derek's eyes widened in recollection. "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're, uh, some kind of advisor."
"She was right. And I have some advice that you both need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, he's cunning. He's going to come at you. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, praying on your insecurities—"
"I wouldn't be surprised.", Sam muttered.
"He'll tell you he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."
"I don't trust anyone.", Derek retorted with a smile. Sam rolled her eyes.
"I know. And if you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one of the people you should trust doesn't trust you at all."
"Scott."
"And the other person you should trust, you don't right now.", Deaton said, glancing at Sam. Derek looked at her, but she stared at the hole in shame. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"You need to find Scott. You need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me it's going exactly the way he wants it to.", Deaton says, leaving.
Sam sighed, turning away from Derek and digging into her pocket for her phone. Her eyes widened at the multiple notifications. One stuck out more than the others as she looked at the text Scott sent her.
'ITS MATT'
"Holy shit.", she muttered. Derek walked up to me. "What?"
"Matt. Matt's the master.", Sam says, and saw a text from Stiles. 'You gotta come to the station. Need to testify against Matt'
Sam frowned, putting away her phone and running out of the house. Derek followed behind, getting her in his car.
After being dressed in better clothes, they walked inside the station. It was eerily quiet, and it bothered her so much.
She looked over at Derek, as he was just as on edge.
"Scott? Stiles?" Sam called loudly to get someone's attention. The station was usually bombarded with the smell of coffee and as much as she hated it, she preferred it over the metallic smell that entered her nose.
She walked over to the front desk and saw the receptionist slumped on the wall, bloody and lifeless.
"Shit…", she covered her mouth.
Sam backed away and heard a grunt behind her. Spinning around, she saw Jackson holding Derek with a clawed finger over his mouth to tell her to be quiet.
Derek was paralyzed and Sam definitely could've been next.
He grabbed Derek, dragging him while Jackson dragged Sam along by the arm towards the back and to a closed door.
After letting go of her, Jackson placed Derek in front as if he was standing up on his own. The door swung open, revealing Scott, Stiles, and Matt waiting on the other side.
"Oh, thank God.", Scott let out a breath of relief when he saw Derek beside Sam. Jackson let go of his hold on the older male and Derek fell on his back, much to the werewolf's shock. Jackson pushed Sam forward into the room. She frowned, seeing Matt pointing a gun at her. "Well, well.", Matt maniacally smirked. She looked at the pile of phones on the desk.
"You sent the text.", Sam said, looking at him.
"Smart girl." Matt moved over so he was crouching over a paralyzed Derek.
"This is the one controlling him? This kid?", Derek grumbled, paralyzed and irritated.
"Well Derek, not everyone is lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh yeah! That's—that's right! I've learned a few things lately.", Matt said standing up. "Werewolves, hunters, unturned psychotic Alphas, kanimas, it's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"An abominable snowman, but it's more of like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal.", Stiles sarcastically replies.
Matt, unamused, motioned his head over to Jackson. Jackson raised a hand, slicing his claws through the back of Stiles' neck. Sam and Scott rushed to get him, but Jackson quickly stopped his friends.
"Bitch.", Stiles mumbled out as his body crumbled and landed him on top of Derek. Sam sighed, stepping away.
"Get him off of me.", Derek demanded through his teeth.
"Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair.", Matt said, tauntingly. "It must kinda suck though, having 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."
Derek glared at him. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch!", Stiles mumbled in Derek's shirt. Matt glanced over at Sam. Sam glared at him. She knew he knew something. All it took was for one of them to confirm it for him.
"Relax, Sam.", Matt pointed his gun towards her.
"I don't know why you think pointing your gun at me is gonna intimidate me.", Sam says, shrugging. "You won't.", she challenged.
His eyebrows rose. "I won't?", he chuckled. "Y'know, I thought it was weird. I figured you weren't at the party to be at the party but to help these fools."
"Technically, I was kidnapped!", Sam corrected.
"I thought you were so sweet. Such a good friend to these idiots. Even for Allison. I liked that.", he continued.
"Yeah, and I still am. But not if you're gonna keep pointing a gun in my face. How can I be nice to someone threatening me without a good purpose?", Sam asked. His face almost softened, almost like he was considering it until his face contorted in anger.
A loud blast rang out in the room and before Sam could react, Jackson grabbed her.
Her vision blurred and she heard ringing before her eyes focused. She could hear Scott yelling, Stiles' loud mumbling, and Derek's loud growling. Her hand flew to her right side as she felt a burning pain and warm liquid seeping through her fingers.
Matt shot at her, only having the bullet graze her side.
It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but it did. And it was annoying.
"Next time, I won't miss.", Matt threatened. She huffed through her nose, her eyes fluttering from blood loss.
"Matt, what the hell?", Scott screamed.
"Shut up, McCall!", Matt pointed the gun at Scott next. Before he could say anything, a pair of headlights hitting the window cut him off.
"Ah…" He smiled. "Is that her?", Matt asked Scott in a taunting voice. He flashed him a smirk. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Who was her? Who else was called here??
"Scott, don't trust him!", Stiles screamed. Matt reached down and grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt and yanked him off of Derek. Matt presses his foot down onto Stiles' throat suffocating their friend.
Sam went to help Stiles, but Jackson pulled her back, flashing a clawed hand in her face for good measure.
"Is this better for you?", Matt asked as Stiles' face turned red and he began choking.
"Matt, stop!", Sam screamed.
"Stop! Just stop!", Scott yelled.
"Then do what I tell you.", Matt ordered. "Okay!", Scott blurted out. "Alright." Matt didn't move to get off Stiles' throat.
"Matt, stop it!", Sam screamed, watching Stiles almost turn purple. Matt turned his attention to me and finally took his shoe off. Stiles hacked and coughed, trying to catch his breath.
"You," Matt looked to Jackson, "take them in there. You," Matt looked at Scott, "with me."
Matt looked at Sam. "You too." He yanked her from Jackson's grip and dragged her out of the room, trailing after Scott. They went down the hallway Jackson earlier had dragged Sam and Derek through and stopped at its entrance. Matt pushed Sam in as she stood next to Scott.
"Mom?", Scott called, and Sam eyes widened. He brought her here?
"Oh, you scared me. Where is every—", Ms. McCall's voice trailed off when her eyes met her son and his best friend held at gunpoint.
Tears and fear immediately filled her eyes. Her eyes trailed to the bloody wound on Sam's side, making her cover her mouth.
"Mom," Scott tried to say calmly, "just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."
"He's right," Matt agreed, coming up from behind them. Scott and Sam both turned around. Matt pulled back the trigger and shot Scott in the abdomen.
Melissa and Sam screamed in shock as Scott went down.
Sheriff Stilinski began screaming for Scott and Stiles. He's here too?
"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you.", Matt took a few steps forward and looked down to a bleeding Scott. "Next one goes through you." Matt latched onto my arm, twisting it behind my back.
"Wai—" Melissa took a few steps forward. Sam's eyes widened at her. "No-!"
"Back! Back!", Matt yelled, pointing the gun at her.
"Mom! Mom! Stop! Mom!" Scott put pressure on his wound. Sam knew he could heal, but how was he gonna explain that to his mom…
"I said, get back.", Matt slowly warned, his crazed eyes watering.
"Scott," she whimpered.
"Melissa, please.", Sam whimpered, pleading with her. She nodded, tears dripping down her face as she retreated backwards.
"Get up, McCall.", Matt demanded.
"Matt, Matt, listen to me!" Sheriff Stilinski's voice echoed throughout the station. Where was he??
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt roared. "Everybody shut the hell up!" The gun clutched in Matt's hand was being waved around. Matt was hyperventilating, turning his head from Scott to Melissa, then back to Scott again.
"Now get up or I shoot both of them next!", he ordered Scott, pointing to the gun from Sam's temple to Melissa. Scott hurried and listened. The armed psycho dragged them into the cell room where they found Sheriff Stilinski handcuffed to a pipe on the wall.
"Sam...", Mr. Stilinski's eyes widened as he saw Sam. Fear and anger washed over his face as he glared at the boy behind her.
Matt pushed Sam into the room and finally let her go to Melissa.
"Please, he needs to see a doctor.", Melissa pleaded as Matt locked her in a holding cell.
"You think so?", Matt asked, amused.
"Hey, hey you listen to me!", Sheriff Stilinski yelled from his position.
"It's alright! I'm okay!", Scott reassured.
"No honey, you're not okay.", Melissa whimpered to her son.
"Melissa, trust me, he's okay.", Sam tried to reassure.
"It doesn't hurt mom.", Scott said.
"Cause that's the adrenaline. Please just– please let me take a look at him, okay? I mean I can help stop the bleeding."
"They have no idea, do they?", Matt taunted Scott.
"Matt, stop it.", Sam growled. Melissa cried as Matt kicked Sam in her side. Sam dropped to a knee, cupping a hand over her wound and shakily stood.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!", Matt screamed. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet through his head. Then her head."
"Okay, okay.", Melissa whimpered.
"Back to the front, McCall. You too, Sam." Scott and Sam looked at each other and began walking, Matt following behind them with his gun.
They walked back to the room where Stiles and Derek were still on the floor. Matt jabbed the gun into Sam's back, making her growl. "We don't have what you want. Why are you here?"
"No, no, I want the book!", Matt snapped.
"Wha—what book?", Scott stuttered in confusion.
"The bestiary!"
Sam's eyes widened. Gerard's book??? Why does he know about that?
"Not just the few pages, I want the entire thing.", Matt demanded.
"Matt, we don't have it. Gerard does.", Sam says. "What do you want it for anyways?", Scott asked.
"I need answers.", Matt said.
"Answers to what?", Scott yelled.
"To this!" Matt pulled up his shirt to reveal his side, covered in Kanima skin. Scott, Stiles, and Sam's eyes widened at the blue scales.
Matt was turning into the Kanima? Or a Kanima??? How?
"Matt.", Sam called.
"I want the book!", he yelled. "Okay!", Sam yelled. "We can help you without the book."
Derek, Stiles and Scott looked at her with wide eyes. What is she talking about? They didn't have it or any other solutions. "How?", Matt asked, suspicious.
"It's hard to explain. But if you let us go, we can take you to Deaton's. He can help you.", Sam says, cautiously. "He helped me, and he can definitely do the same for you."
It wasn't exactly a lie. She wasn't sure what Deaton had but they did say they were gonna save Jackson.
Matt's connected to Jackson. "You have a link with Jackson. If we can save you, we'll also save Jackson.", Sam says.
He stared at her for a moment, his lip quirked a bit. "That blood loss must really be messing with your head.", he says before lifting his gun and shooting her in my leg. Sam fell with a shout of pain. All the boys but Jackson and Matt yelled.
Sam groaned, turning on her unwounded side, trying to elevate her leg as she laid on her back. Matt turned to Scott. "Now, McCall.", Matt ordered, pointing the gun at Scott.
Sam huffed through her nose as she tried to keep her shaky leg up as the boys left. Matt left Sam, Stiles and Derek under the surveillance of robotic like Jackson. He was guarding the exit to the door, his back to us. Derek, Stiles, and Sam sat in silence until Derek spoke up once more.
"He shot you.", Derek gruffed, his chest going up and down.
"I'm fine, I'm fine.", Sam rushed, trying to ignore the pain.
"No Sam, you just got shot!", Stiles exclaimed.
She didn't say anything. If she said anything anymore, it wouldn't make a difference. Matt shot her. Twice.
"Hey, you know what's happening to Matt?", Stiles whispered to Derek.
"Yeah, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules. Not like this.", Derek explained.
"What do you mean?", Stiles asked.
"He's saying there's a price for each action for the Kanima.", Sam says.
"The universe balances things out. It always does."
"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people that don't deserve it?"
"Killing people himself."
"So…" Stiles starts. "Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima.", Sam whispered.
"Balance.", Derek said.
"Will he believe us if we tell him that?", Stiles asked.
"Not likely.", Derek answered.
"Okay he's going to kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?", Stiles realized.
"Yup." Derek and Sam sighed. Stiles joined in on the sigh.
"So, what the hell do we do?", Sam asked, sweating. Losing blood was starting to give her a headache.
"Kill him before he kills you.", Derek simply said. Sam looked at him crazy. What?
"Well, that isn't exactly going to work with you two paralyzed, Jackson standing outside the door waiting to rip his claws through us, and Scott, his mom and the sheriff being held at gunpoint.", Sam listed.
"I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.", Derek thought aloud. Stiles and Sam looked at Derek as they heard a scratching noise. Derek's claws were out and poked into his jean covered thigh.
Sam quickly looked away, not wanting to see his blood. "Gross.", Stiles whined weakly. Matt stormed in, rushing over to Sam. "You. With me. Now."
Sam struggled to get up. "I can't walk!", I exclaimed. "Now!", he yelled, pushing her. She limped, following him out. Scott followed them and Matt made them walk in front of him as he brought them into the large office room. Scott and Sam turned around to face Matt.
"I feel sorry for you, McCall, because now you're thinking 'how am I going to explain this when it heals'? Sad part is that you don't realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.", Matt began pacing.
Sam frowned at him sadly. "You drowned, didn't you?", she asked. If Jackson couldn't move in the water as the Kanima, that'd have to reflect as to how Matt felt or experienced. That was the only solution she could think of. Anything traumatic with a pool? Drowning.
"He shouldn't have let them drink.", Matt leaned against one of the deputy's desks.
"Who?", Sam asked.
"Lahey!", he yelled. "He shouldn't have let them drink."
"Who was drinking?", Scott asked.
"The swim team, you idiots! I didn't know what was happening! I didn't know they had just won states. And Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?", he sneered.
"You were at Isaac's?", Sam asked, confused.
"He had this first edition spider-man novel—or was it…batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there, and I hear music, and everyone's having a good time. And I see Shawn, he—he throws Jesscia in the pool. And then Bennett goes in…"
"Bennett? The hunter?", Scott asked.
"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother. He grabs me. He thinks it's funny."
"They threw you in.", Scott realized. "You couldn't swim.", Sam chimed in.
"I-I yelled 'I can't swim', but nobody listened. I go under, and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Shawn's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Cara, and I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're fucking laughing! All of the sudden I'm- I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me and he says," Matt walked over to Scott and began jabbing finger at Scott's chest, "'you tell no one. This - this is your fault! 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 huffed and his blue eyes filled with tears. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I would wake up in the middle of the night, I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was asthmatic! They- they- they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes I…I was drowning."
Matt took a shaky breath. "You know that little white light they talk about? You see when you die? I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark."
"So, you killed all of them that killed you.", Sam says, sympathetic.
"But then, then came the Argent's funeral. And everything changed." Matt's face contorted to a glare, and he pointed at her.
"I saw you there, Sam, and Allison of course. I was taking some photos, I got one of you, by accident, then Lahey got in one of the photos! I looked down at the screen at my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me! And I just– I look at him, and I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like the furies coming down to punish Ortheses…"
Scott looked confused as ever. Matt scoffed, "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?", Scott innocently stuttered.
"Ugh, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!", Matt scolded Scott for his ignorance, waving the gun in his face.
"Ortheses is a deity of vengeance.", Sam informs, and Matt's face almost lightened up. "I knew you were smarter than your idiot friends. 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.", Sam says.
"Jackson is my fury.", Matt nodded his head to his lizard friend standing in the hallway. "And when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me. And I knew he would do it again. So, I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change," he smiles. "And guess what? He didn't even recognize me! So, when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So, I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. Jackson would take their life."
Matt leaned against the desk from before after he stopped pacing. The room was silent for a moment until the power suddenly went out.
"What is this?", Matt asked. The two could hear him shuffling to stand up. The emergency lighting flashed on and all the sudden, the piercing sound of a siren started to wail. Sam covered her ears to shorten the loud noise.
"What is this? What's happening? What's going on?", Matt shouted, pointing the gun at Scott and Sam.
"I don't know!", Scott stuttered.
Matt was ready to shoot them because he thought they were taking him down when in actuality, none of them knew what was going on. A pair of headlights swept over the outside of the building and illuminated the dark room.
Scott and Sam's eyes widened in fear as they could see a few figures standing out there with guns in their hands.
Shit.
Scott pulled her down before the windows shattered from the impact of the bullets.
Who the hell else was trying to kill them??? Who knew they were here??
"Matt, get down! Now!", Sam yelled. She couldn't see him due to the smoke and Scott pulled at her.
"He can't see us. Get out.", Scott whispered to her.
"Matt may not be able to see but Jackson sure can.", Sam gruffed.
"Don't worry about Jackson, I've got him covered.", Scott said and got up from their hiding spot under the desk and began running.
Sam watched Scott run out of the room and throw Jackson down. She ran out of the room and ran with Scott to go get Stiles and Derek. Scott kneeled down next to Stiles, and Sam crouched to Derek.
"Take him.", Derek ordered, moving the upper half of his body. "Go!" He yelled. Scott struggled at first but picked up a paralyzed Stiles and ran off with him to go leave him in a safe place.
"Can you move?", Sam hurriedly asked Derek.
"Kind of, it's wearing off.", he said as he dug his claws into his thigh some more and finally got to move. Sam helped him up, wincing at her leg. "You're still bleeding.", Derek says, frowning at her wounds. She shook her head. "I'll live. You need to be careful. Jackson's about to go full Kanima on us, Matt's still got a gun, and there's other people here trying to shoot us."
She turned her head around to make sure no one was behind them, but when she looked back, Derek had already run off, ordering her to hide.
She ran out of the room and stalked around as quietly as possible. Matt was still roaming around with a gun, pissed.
This was too much.
Sam turned a corner and gasped at Allison standing in the smoke in front of her, a glare visible on her face.
She was holding a crossbow in her hand and aimed at Sam.
"Allison.", Sam warned. "What are you doing here?"
"Where's Derek?", she asked, threateningly.
"What?" Sam's eyes widened. If she's here… the other Argents are here.
Shit.
"You guys did that? You guys shot at us? We already have Matt to worry about we don't need you and your stupid little hunter problems to deal with right now!", Sam yelled at Allison.
"Where is he?", she grounded through her teeth.
"Allison, you might wanna rethink your choices. You're looking a lot like Kate right now."
Her gaze hardened. "Stay out of my way, Sam."
She shoulder checked Sam and she ran down the hall she came from.
Derek didn't know they were here for him. She had to tell him.
She looked around for the holding cell and heard a shrill cry from Melissa.
Reaching the room, Sam hides on the wall outside. Peaking her head out a little, she looked into the room to see Stiles' dad passed out on the floor and Melissa right up against the bars of her cell. Matt was standing over the unconscious Sheriff.
"Matt. Matt, listen to me! My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire and I don't know what's happening, but will you please just let me see my son.", Melissa pleaded, tears in her eyes.
"How totally clueless are you people?", Matt asked a terrified Melissa.
Sam glared at Matt as he walked over to Melissa. Sam crawled into the room while he was distracted and rammed him in the wall.
"And how stupid can you be?", Sam yelled. He got up and Sam kicked him down. She stepped on the arm that held the gun.
"I couldn't give a damn if you shot me. But you threatened and hurt my friends because you were hurting. What sense does that make?", Sam asked, looking down at him.
Sam heard a snarl behind her and saw Derek's red eyes. Matt pushed her out of the way, trying to reach for his gun.
Melissa yelped, backing up in her cell. Matt and Derek stared each other down until Jackson came with a reptilian screech.
Derek roared so loud, Sam had to cover her ears as he and the Kanima began fighting, throwing each other all over the room. Sam got up, backing out of the way and Matt charged at her, pushing her against a wall.
She grunted, falling against the wall and frowned, seeing him look panicked. He was just reacting on his feelings other than anger now. He just wanted to get out.
Sam tried to get up, but her leg started bleeding more and he ran off. Fuck.
Derek ran towards the lizard and the Kanima grabbed the cell bars and lifted his feet up to kick Derek back. The Kanima hissed at Melissa just as Scott came in and threw the Kanima out the room.
The Kanima hissed and Sam stood to follow it, but Derek pulled her away, hiding her behind the wall in the shadows.
Before she could ask, he lifted his finger to his lips, shaking his head like he did when Kate came to his house.
"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this.", they hear Scott say.
"Trust me, I'm aware of that.", they heard Gerard's voice and Sam's eyes widened. What the hell was going on…
"I've done everything you asked me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information you want, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson.", Scott told him.
"Then, leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go.", Gerard ordered.
"You dropped this."
"Go.", he repeated, and Scott came back in the room. They stayed in the room until all the Argents left.
Derek kept Sam in the shadows as Scott got his mom out.
Sam frowned, disappointed with Scott. Why the hell was he working with the same people who wanted to kill him…?
Derek's wolfed face was scrunched in anger. "You need to get out of here. The Argents are looking for you.", Sam warned.
"I've got the Argents covered.", he growled. Sam's eyes trailed down to see Matt's gun. Sam ran over to get the gun and looked at Derek. "I've got Matt."
Derek looked at the gun then at Sam and nodded.
She ran out of the room and saw a figure run out the back door. She ran out of the door to see Matt run out of the metal gate of the police car parking lot.
Matt was pretty fast. Probably in better shape than she was, but she still pushed herself to get him, and found him running to a lake. She stopped and hid as she watched Matt meet up with Gerard Argent.
If Gerard saw her, he'd kill her for what happened to Victoria. It was one thing for Chris to get her, but he had somewhat of a heart. Gerard on the other hand, he didn't give a damn. She knew that. Gerard taught Chris and his family everything they know.
Sam slid down on the grass and hid herself underneath the bridge, pressing her body up onto one of the damp, wooden pillars. She was hidden in the shadows, but Matt wasn't.
The headlights of Gerard's car flicked on, and Matt was illuminated in blindingly bright light. She could hear Gerard grab Matt and pushed him down a hill, dragging him into the lake. Matt's body squirmed and tried to fight the old man but failed.
If Sam had intervened, Gerard would kill her without a problem. He was barely breaking a sweat, holding Matt underwater.
Matt managed to come up for air, but Gerard dunked him once more. The more Matt tried coming up for air, the more he slowed down and then completely stopped.
He had to be faking. It was smart. Make him think he killed you. But Matt didn't resurface. Gerard stood up, looking at Matt's body floating still in the water.
Sam stayed quiet as Gerard got out of the lake quietly and stepped onto the bank. He looked at Matt once more, "No longer afraid of the water? Well, you don't have to be afraid of anything my friend.", she heard him say and saw that he had brought the Kanima over.
Gerard held his hand out as the Kanima slowly came over and touched hands with Gerard. The two parted their separate ways, both leaving the lake.
Sam rushed over to the lake, trudging through the murky water as she brought Matt out of the water. She tried to perform CPR on him, but he wouldn't open his eyes.
"Matt." Sam shook him. "Matt, they're gone. You don't have to pretend anymore!", Sam exclaimed. He wouldn't move. She lowered her head on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. Nothing. She pulled away and saw his color slowly turn blue from the lack of oxygen.
Her eyes sparkled with tears. This isn't how it was supposed to go. He was a victim. She couldn't blame him too much, despite his actions, she felt distraught. She didn't want him to die. She looked up at the moon as it shone on them. "Please," she begged to no one specific. "Please…", she begged, lowering her head.
She felt Matt's body become heavier. Dead weight. He was dead.
"I can send his spirit to pass on…", she heard.
She didn't even bother lifting her head. She felt her hand hover over Matt's body, illuminating in a purple light and plant itself on Matt's chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered to him.
His body was dimly illuminated in the same light before dispersing. She stopped and laid Matt's body in the water before getting up to leave.
Matt was also a victim in all of this. They had to settle this. Now.