[ 2.10 | FURY ]

     AFTER THE SHOCKING revelation about who actually controlled the kanima, Daisy and her best friends fled Lydia's home to try to stop Matt before he could kill anyone else. They went to the first person they could think of to help.

     The three friends stood in the living room of the Stilinski home with the sheriff in front of them. Stiles relayed what they had learned about Matt being the one who killed everyone from his first murder, Isaac's father, minus the bit about kanimas and werewolves.

     Daisy knew that it would be hard for the man to believe. They had no proof or a cause, and the sheriff could not just go around arresting teenagers. But they had to do something. Matt would kill again if they did not stop him.

     "So this kid's the real killer?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned his son.

     Stiles nodded. "Yeah."

     "No."

     "Yes!"

     "No."

     Stiles groaned in frustration. "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

     "Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class." The sheriff stated.

     Stiles released a long breath. "Alright, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" He questioned.

     "No –you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't mean anything." The man said.

     "H..."

     Sheriff Stilinski interrupted his son and turned to the boy's friends next to him. "Scott, Daisy, do you believe this?" He asked them.

     Daisy had no idea what to say to her friend's father. How could she convince him that Matt killed several people?

     Stiles scoffed when his father asked his friends instead of him. "Oh."

     "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us." Scott exclaimed. "We know it's Matt."

     Daisy nodded from his side. "It's true, Sheriff. Matt is the one killing people."

     "Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles continued to try and convince the man. "Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

     "Alright, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead." Sheriff Stilinski questioned the three teenagers.

     "Isn't it obvious?" Stiles exclaimed. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." His father gave him a flat look, which caused Stiles to shift into a more serious tone. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

     The sheriff sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

     "We need you to look at the evidence." Scott stated.

     "Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

     Daisy hated to be reminded that Stiles's father lost his job. His superiors thought that it would be best for him to step down, especially after Stiles had a restraining order placed on him by one of the most influential lawyers in town's son. All three of them felt horrible about the circumstances, knowing that it was their fault.

     "Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles exclaimed.

     Sheriff Stilinski gave his son a look of disbelief. "Trust you?"

     "Trust..." Stiles pointed in the direction of his best friends. "Trust Daisy and Scott?"

     His father pondered the thought, before he nodded. "Daisy and Scott I trust."

     _______

     Sheriff Stilinski packed all three teenagers into her cruiser, which he luckily still had, and drove them over to the station. Although it was after two o'clock in the morning, they were allowed into the sheriff's office to begin their search for any damning evidence on Matt.

     They started with the security footage from the hospital, the night a woman named Jessica was killed after she gave her to her child. Her husband had been killed earlier by Jackson, but even in his kanima form he could not kill a pregnant woman. Daisy thought that it was because of Jackson's own past that he could not kill Jessica, so Matt brought it upon himself to kill her. That meant there had to be some kind of evidence, especially when the murder occurred in an extremely crowded hospital.

     Daisy stood next to Scott, while Stiles and the sheriff sat in front of the computer to watch the security footage. So far, they could not find Matt in a sea of people that moved through the hospital's corridors. But that would be the only way they could prove he was the killer. To get concrete evidence that he was there at the time of the woman's death.

     Sheriff Stilinski sighed when the search reached the thirty-minute mark. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this." He gestured to the packed hallway on the screen. "There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

     "Alright, just keep going." Stiles insisted. "Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on the floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

     Daisy intently watched the screen, until she saw a person that looked like Matt. "Wait, stop!" She exclaimed, pointing to computer. "Did you see him? Scroll back."

     Sheriff Stilinski clicked on the mouse and made the video go back, until he paused on the person she saw.

     "That's him!" Stiles stated. "That's Matt!"

     His father stared blankly at the screen. "All I see is the back of someone's head."

     "Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinctive cranium, it's weird."

     Sheriff Stilinski scoffed. "Are you crazy?"

     Stiles looked back to the computer and gestured to the person they paused on. "Alright, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

     The sheriff gave his son a flat look. "Millions, literally."

     Scott sighed. "Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

     Sheriff Stilinski moved the mouse over the video and scrolled forward through the footage. He clicked with the curser, until Matt popped up on the screen again.

     "Right there! Stop, stop!" Stiles shouted, pointing at the boy's pixelated figure. "See, there his is again."

     "You mean there's the back of his head, again." The sheriff corrected his son.

     Daisy scanned the screen and found someone in front of Matt. "Okay, there's someone in front of him. It looks like they're talking."

     The realization dawned on Scott. "He's talking to my mom."

     _______

     "Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Melissa McCall exclaimed through the call.

     After Scott figured out his mother had been the one to speak with Matt on the day he killed Jessica, he immediately dialed her number to see if she could identify the teenage boy. They had to get some type of evidence for the sheriff to be able to arrest him. Matt needed to be taken off the streets as fast as possible.

     "This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager." Scott described Matt to his mother.

     Stiles leaned closer to the phone that sat on the desk between them all. "Yeah, he looks evil."

     Daisy gave the Stilinski boy a look. "Really?" She mouthed to him, only gaining a shrug in return.

     "Scott, I already talked to the police about this. So did Daisy's mother." Melissa stated.

     Daisy really did not want to include Lindsay in their mess, much like Scott did not want to include Melissa. But if need be, the Fulton girl would have to call her mother. They could not let Matt walk free.

     Scott sighed. "Okay, mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He lifted the phone from the desk and quickly took a picture of the computer screen. He sent it in a text message to his mother and waited for her to look at the image. "Did you get it?"

     "Yeah."

     "Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?" Scott questioned.

     There was a moment of silence, before Melissa answered. "Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

     Scott exchanged a look with his best friends and said, "It's –it's nothing, mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He then hung up the call.

     Sheriff Stilinski continued to sift through the evidence spread across his desk. "We've got shoe prints alongside tire tracks at the trailer site."

     "And if they match, Matt will be placed at three murders." Daisy voiced, putting the information together in her mind. "Trailer, hospital, and the rave."

     "Actually, four." The sheriff spoke, pointing toward the file in front of him. "A credit car receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

     Stiles looked at his father with furrowed brows. "When?"

     "A couple hours before you got there." The sheriff stated.

     "Alright, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles inquired.

     "Four's enough for a warrant." Sheriff Stilinski said, standing up straight from the desk. "Scott, call you mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

     Stiles nodded and moved toward the office door. "On it." She exclaimed, practically sprinting from the room.

     _______

     Daisy paced the length of the office after Scott phoned his mother. Melissa said that she could be at the station in half an hour, thanks to Lindsay willing to step in for her. The Fulton girl felt on edge for some unknown reason. They were about to take down the bad guy and hopefully stop Jackson from killing anyone else. But, she did not feel reassured at all. Maybe it had something to do with the time approaching three in the morning. Yeah, she hopped that was it.

     Daisy stopped her pacing next to Scott and turned to ask him how long it took for someone to walk to the front desk and back, until she noticed his body tense. She slowly followed his gaze and found Stiles in the doorway. But, he was not alone. Matt stood behind him, a gun raised and aimed to the back of his head.

     "Matt? It's Matt, right?" Sheriff Stilinski voiced in a soothing manner. "Matt, whatever's going on. I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

     An amused and bitter smirk appeared on the boy's lips. "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

     Daisy kept her eyes planted on Matt. She knew that she could not make any sudden moves. Matt was unstable and would not hesitate to shoot.

     "I know you don't wanna hurt people." The sheriff tried to talked the boy down, but by the way Matt gripped the gun in his hand, he would not get anywhere.

     "Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing." Matt called out to Scott, who slyly had his phone held behind his leg, but not sly enough. "That –that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"

     Daisy jumped, reaching into her jacket pocket to pull out her phone. She shakily did as Matt told them, and the sheriff encouraged, and placed the device on the desk. She then stepped back to Scott's side. They were in so much trouble.

     _______

     Matt ushered them all out of the room and in the direction of the holding cells. Daisy did not object. She stayed next to Scott's side, while Stiles stood next to his father. When Matt told the Stilinski boy to handcuff the sheriff into one of the cells, he looked beyond reluctant, but he did as he was ordered to do.

     Sheriff Stilinski sat on the metal seat in the cell, his hands held next to his head with handcuffs. Matt stood next to him, aiming the gun at Stiles. "Tighter." He sneered when he noticed the cuffs were barely on the man's wrists.

     Stiles paused in his movements, until his father looked toward him. "Do what he says, Stiles."

     The Stilinski boy tightened the cuffs, casing the sheriff to wince, but neither of them say another word.

     Matt then pushed Stiles away from his father and ushered the three friends out of the room. Daisy reached out and took ahold of Scott's hand, not willing to let go any time soon. She was too aware of the way Matt looked at them, the way he held the gun a bit too tight. He knew that he was going down, and he was going to take a many people as he could with him.

     They continued down the hallway that led to the lobby of the station. Scott made sure that he was in front of his friends, ready to take a bullet for them if he had to. He stopped short when they came to a line of desks in the building. The McCall boy peered into the room with wide eyes. "What –are you gonna kill everyone in here?"

     Daisy stepped closer to her best friends back and followed his gaze. She gasped when she found three deputies on the ground, a pool of blood spreading underneath them. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she kept her cries to herself.

     "No, that's what Jackson's for." Matt told them. "I just think about killing them, and he does it."

     _______

     Once back in the office space, Matt instructed the three friends to get rid of the evidence against him. Daisy and Scott shredded the files and other paper documents that would damn the teenage boy for the rest of his life. Stiles sat at the computer and deleted at the digital evidence, videos and pictures for each of the crime scenes.

     Matt stood next to them and shifted his gun between them when they moved to slow for his liking. Daisy had to resisted the urge to let her tears roll down her cheeks. She would not give Matt the satisfaction. She would not let him see her as weak. If she did, she would be the first one to meet her end.

     "Deleted. And we're done." Stiles voiced when he finished and noticed his friends were done destroying the evidence, as well. "Alright, so Matt since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."

     They all froze when the sound of a car pulling up claimed their attention. Headlights shone through the front blinds, confirming what they already knew. Melissa McCall had showed up. Daisy looked toward Scott, watching his face pale by the second.

     "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt mused.

     Scott turned to the unhinged boy and pleaded, "Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

     Matt's jaw clenched as he shifted the barrel of the gun toward the werewolf. "If you don't move –now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then Daisy, and then your mom."

     Daisy met Scott's gaze and nodded. He needed to save his mother. He needed to open the door and allow her inside. Everything would be alright. She hoped.

     Scott moved away from her side when Matt told him to open the door. "Please." He pleaded, one last time.

     "Open –the –door." Matt reiterated in a more threatening manner.

     Daisy watched Scott move over to the entrance and hesitantly take hold of the doorknob. He twisted it, dreading the moment when he came face to face with his mother, but the person on the other side of the door was definitely on his mother.

     "Oh, thank God." Scot breathed at the sight of Derek Hale.

     Daisy released her own breath of relief, until Derek remained at the threshold. He did not move an inch, not a muscle, before his body plummeted to the floor. Daisy made a move to make sure he was alright, but she stopped when a fully transformed kanima stood just outside of the door.

     "This is the one controlling him?" Derek questioned in disbelief when he looked at Matt. "This kid?"

     Matt leaned over the Alpha with an amused grin. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Daisy's eyes widened tremendously, catching the boy's attention. "Oh, yeah, that's –that's right." He stood up straight and turned to the blonde girl. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Daisy. And Stiles. What do you two turn into?"

     "Abominable snowman." Stiles quipped in a tight tone." But, uh, it's more of a –like –a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

     Without another word, the kanima moved forward and swiped a claw against Stile's neck. Daisy screamed and leapt forward to catch Stiles, but Matt reached out a gripped her out tightly. He held the gun up to aim at her head, which brought Daisy to stop her movements.

     "You bitch!" Stiles shouted as he fell on top of Derek.

     "Get him off of me." Derek growled.

     Scott made a move to help Stiles, but the kanima crouch in front of them and waved a clawed finger toward him.

     Matt roughly let go of Daisy, shoving her at Scott, who caught her before she could fall to the ground. "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

     Derek glared up at the boy. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

     "Yeah, bitch." Stiles added to the man's threat.

     Another car pulling into the parking lot ceased their bickering. Daisy stayed close to Scott as his concern for his mother returned.

     "Is that her?" Matt quipped, turning to face the two friends. "Do what I tell the both of you to, and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

     "Scott, Daisy, don't trust him!" Stiles yelled from his position on the floor.

     Daisy would do anything to make sure that matt did not hurt Scott's mother. No, she would not trust Matt, but she would do as he said. He had all the power in that situation. She had none.

     Matt's expression hardened and stepped toward Stiles, rolling him off of Derek and to the dingy linoleum. He proceeded to lift his foot to press against the boy's chest. "This work better for ya?" He asked, pressing harder and harder, forcing Stiles to choke.

     Daisy stared at the scene in shock. "Stop! Stop!" She shouted, trying to get to her friend, but Scott held her back.

     "Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott yelled when he noticed Stile's face turn red.

     Matt looked toward them. "Then do what I tell you to."

     "Okay. Alright. Stop!" Scott agreed to save his best friend.

     Matt took his foot off of Stiles's chest, allowing the boy to take a large gasp of air into his lungs. He turned to the kanima and said, "You, take 'em in there." He pointed toward the sheriff's office. He then pointed at Daisy and Scott. "You two –with me." He gestured for them to stay in front of the front entrance.

     Daisy glanced toward Stiles and Derek and watched the two of them get dragged from the room by the kanima. She knew that they would be alright for the time being, but her and Scott, she was not so sure.

     They remained at the door for a long tense moment, until it opened to reveal Melissa. The woman jumped at the sight of the two teenagers and released a startled breath. "You guys scared me, where is every..." She trailed off when she noticed Matt, holding his gun toward her son and his best friend.

     "Mom, just do what he says." Scott tried to reassure her. "He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

     "He's right." Matt said, before he shifted the gun toward Scott.

     Daisy did not have time to react as the boy pulled on the trigger. A loud bang rung through the station when a bullet shot from the barrel and lodged into Scott's stomach. The Fulton girl lost the ability to scream, to shocked to do anything but watch her best friend fall to the floor with blood coating the front of his torso.

     Sheriff Stilinski shouted from where he was confined in one of the cells, while Melissa cried at the sight of her son.

     "But, I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Matt exclaimed toward the wounded werewolf.

     "Wait, baby..." Melissa moved forward to help, but Matt shifted the gun in her direction.

     "Back, back!" He shouted.

     Daisy forced her stare away from her friend to his mother. "Ms. McCall, its okay. It's okay."

     Scott groaned, holding his bleeding wound as more blood pulsed through his fingers. "Mom, mom, stop, mom!"

     The woman still tried to get to her son, but Matt shoved the gun toward her. "I said get back!" He screamed.

     "Scott." Melissa cried, reluctantly staying away from her son.

     Scott looked up at his mother from where he had fallen to the ground. "Mom, do it. Please, mom."

     When Melissa remained in her spot, Matt gestured toward Scott. "Get up, McCall."

     Scott struggled to his feet, holding a hand against the bullet wound. Daisy stared at her best friend in worry, but she knew that he would be alright. He would heal. She wondered how he would explain that to his mother, that is, if they made it out of the station alive.

     _______

     Matt made them go back into the room with the holding cells to lock Melissa in with Sheriff Stilinski. The woman cried that her son needed a doctor, that he needed immediate attention, but Scott insisted that he was alright. Which, he was. But, Melissa did not believe him. How could she? She just watched her son get shot at pointblank range.

     Her cries and the sheriff's voice of reason had begun to unhinge Matt even more. Daisy could tell that he was on the verge of a mental break, if he was not in the middle of one in that moment. Daisy just wished that Melissa and Sheriff Stilinski knew that. The two adults only made the situation worse. Not that she blamed them. The person to blame was Matt.

     Daisy and Scott were forced to move back to the front of the station. They stood in the center of the lobby and tried to figure out what the boy wanted next. Even with the evidence gone, he had broken into the sheriff's station and killed several deputies. He cuffed the sheriff in a holding cell and shot Scott in front of his mother. There was no way out for him.

     "The evidence is gone, Matt." Daisy careful spoke to the unstable boy. "Why don't you just let us go? You got what you wanted."

     "You –you think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt exclaimed toward the blonde. "No, no, I –I want the book."

     Scott looked at Matt with furrowed brows, no longer bleeding profusely from his abdomen. "What –what book?"

     "The bestiary." Matt stated. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

     Scott shook his head. "I don't have it, neither of us do. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

     "I need answers?"

     "Answers for what?" Daisy questioned.

     Matt grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up. "To this." He showed them his side, but instead of his pale skin, they found green shimmering scales. The scales of a kanima.

     _______

     Daisy had a hard time keeping up with Matt as he divulged in this story. He had been at Isaac Lahey's home when he was no more than ten years old. He had been invited over to play the new Spiderman videogame, while the 2006 swim team partied in the backyard pool. They were drinking and Isaac's older brother, Camden, threw him into the water. Because he could not swim, he almost drowned and had to be saved by Isaac's father. He said that it was Matt's fault and that he needed to keep his mouth shut.

     Daisy actually believed Matt. Isaac's father had been a horrible man, but the drunken teenagers were not responsible for him almost dying. How were they supposed to know Matt could not swim? If anyone were a fault, it was Isaac's father and no one else.

     Once Matt finished his explanation, the entire sheriff station plunged into darkness. Gunshots followed, which meant the Argents had joined the party.

     Daisy rushed to Scott's side when Matt became disoriented. She had no idea what was happening. They needed to get out of there before someone got hurt or worse, even killed by the Argents reckless actions.

     "What is this?" Matt questioned, glancing around the room. "What is this? What's happening? What's going on?"

     Scott shook his head and pushed Daisy behind him. "I don't know."

     Glass shattered around them, while smoke began to fill the entire building. Daisy jumped at the sound, allowing Scott to pull her out of the room and away from Matt. She did not care what happened to the boy in that moment, she just wanted get herself and her friends out of there.

     They rushed into the sheriff's office and found Derek crouched on the ground, while Stiles remained immobile on the floor. The Alpha staggered from the ground, not quite rid of the kanima toxin. "Take him! Go!" Derek shouted over the chaos, before he made his way out of the room to take care of the hunters.

     Daisy moved away from Scott and dropped down next to Stiles. "Are you okay?"

     Stiles nodded, or at least tried to nod. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine."

     Scott kneeled next to his other side and began to lift the Stilinski boy from the ground. The two friends carried their third out of the room and down the dark hallway. The sound of gunfire did not let up, which meant the Argents either found Derek or the kanima. Daisy struggled to keep Stiles upright between her and Scott, as they slowly moved through the station.

     When the commotion around them began to grow louder, Scott diverted their path to another room. Daisy opened the door and let Scott take all of Stiles weight. Once the two boys were inside, she shut the door behind them to give at least some kind of barrier between the fighting.

     Scott moved Stiles over to the desk chair in the room and set the immobile boy onto it. "Don't move." The werewolf said to his friend, gaining a flat look in response. "You know what I mean." He then turned to the closed door.

     Daisy looked at him in a mixture of shock and confusion. "Where are you going?" She asked just above a whisper.

     "I have to help Derek." Scott took hold of the doorknob and pulled the door open. "Just –stay here." He said, before he disappeared down the dark hallway.

     Daisy turned back to Stiles, who could do nothing but stare at her in disbelief. "Now what are we going to do?" She questioned lowly.

     "I have no idea, but we need to get to my dad." Stiles exclaimed.

     Daisy nodded and moved over to help the boy from the chair. She tossed his arm over her shoulder and tried to pull him up, but he weighted more than she expected. They dropped to the ground, both of them groaning at the harsh landing. "Oh, that didn't work."

     "I'm just glad you didn't drop me on my face." Stiles voiced and moved his arms in front of him. "Just drag me."

     Daisy pushed herself up from the ground. "That I can do." She stepped in front of him and took hold of Stiles wrists.

     Daisy proceeded to pull Stiles after her, although still incredibly difficult, through the station and in the direction of the holding cells. They had just rounded the corner of the room when they saw Sheriff Stilinski stood in the center of the small barred space.

     Out of nowhere, Matt entered the room and stormed toward the man. He raised his gun in his hand, before he slammed it against the sheriff's head. Daisy gasped and watched, along with Stiles, as his father drop to the ground unconscious.

<July 13, 2018>

Sorry that this chapter is so long. I really didn't want to separate it into two. 

Daisy did not have much of a role in this chapter, but the event will have huge impact on her. Most Teen Wolf fanfics I've read don't have their characters effected much after this chapter, which I don't think is very realistic. (No hate intended) If I was in this type of situation, I don't think I'd be able to go anywhere for days, maybe weeks. And being around loud noises, I don't think so. 

Don't forget to vote and comment.

-Jordan

P.S. Unedited chapter.