Olivia's POV:

We enter into what seemed like the break room and Scott retracts his hand to see the amount of blood that stained his hands.

"Are you healing?" I ask but he shakes his head.

"I can't take out the bullet." He mutters but Matt rolls his eyes.

"You know, I feel sorry for you two. Cause right now you're thinking, how am I gonna explain this once that heals." He points to the wound. "And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. 'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot?" He asks and aims the gun to me.

Shit.

Immediately he shoots my side, causing me to collapse to the ground as well. I gasp, pressing my hand against the wound in hopes of some comfort.

"They die," Matt smirks. Scott tries to reach down to me but he aims it to him. "Ah, I don't think so. This is revenge for pushing me out the window."

"You l-landed in t-the pool." I stutter. "What, you c-can't swim?"

Scott glances at Matt since he stayed quiet. "You drowned...didn't you?"

"He shouldn't have let them drink," Matt mutters.

"W-Who?"

He glares. "Lahey! He shouldn't have let the swim team drink!" He yells angrily. "I-I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state. A-And Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple of drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they were seventeen, right?"

"Were you at Isaac's?" Scott questions.

"He had this first edition Spiderman or Batman a-and we were gonna make a trade. Then I'm over there and I hear music a-and everyone's having a good time. I see Shawn throw Jessica into the pool and Bennett goes in--"

"The hunter?" I question, remembering the guy who helped Chris with kidnapping Allison and I at the gas station.

Matt completely ignores me. "Then Camden, Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me."

"They threw you in?" Scott suggests and I see Matt clench his fist.

"I yell that I can't swim but nobody listens. I go under and swallow water, but no one cares. I see these bodies underwater and see Jessica's got her hands under Shawn's board shorts, Tucker's grabbing Kara...and I'm drowning. I'm dying and they're laughing."

"Join the club, asshole." I scoff.

"Then all of a sudden..I'm just lying by the pool. Lahey is right there above me and says 'You tell no one! This is your fault! What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing, you tell no one!'." He continues to yell, aiming the gun to Scott, not even looking in my direction anymore.

As he continued to explain about seeing the people he killed around town or school and how it all started with the Argent's funeral and how he managed to control the Kanima, I discreetly pull out my phone to pull up Allison's contact.

Alli🏹

jacksons here. police station. im hurt pls hurry.
{11:45 p.m}

"All I had to do was take their picture," He trails and eyes the mirror where we could see Jackson watching us. "and Jackson would take their life."

In a flash, the lights shut off and Matt stands up from his spot, aiming the gun between Scott and I. The alarm in the station blares out and it barely lit up the room since it flashed yellow and red.

"What is this? What's happening?" Matt angrily yells. "What did you do?"

"I don't know!" Scott nervously replies.

Headlights flashed toward our direction and gunshots smashed through the windows. Scott dives in an attempt to cover me so I wouldn't get hurt.

Eventually, the fires stop and Scott tries to pull me up to my feet. Something lands nearby us and smoke starts to come out of the device.

"The Argents, they're here." He says as he quickly helps me walk to where Stiles and Derek were. He places me on the chair and luckily Derek was barely trying to get on his feet.

Unfortunately for Stiles, he was still paralyzed.

"Take S-Stiles." I stutter and Scott looks at me wide-eyed. "Take him somewhere safe."

"What about you?" He worriedly asks as he wraps Stiles' arm around his neck.

"I have to get our parents out of the cell. They can help me out." I explain and he nods.

"Be careful. I'll find you once I get Stiles away." He says and quickly helps him leave the room. I look down at Derek and see his canines were coming out, his facials changing into a werewolf.

"I would a-ask if you're okay, but you seem fine." I saw and he lets out a low growl, showing his sharp teeth. "Right, not the time."

I slip off my yellow jacket and wrap it around my waist, so it would somewhat stop the bleeding. I limp my way towards the cell room but jump back, seeing I almost bump into someone.

Then I realize it was Allison.

She held the crossbow at me, not even phased that she possibly could have killed me.

"Allison?"

"Where's Derek?" She immediately asks and glances to my side. "Did he do that to you?"

I shake my head. "No, i-it was from Matt. Allison, you can't--"

"If you're not going to tell me, get out of my way." She harshly responds but I take a step closer to try to grab her arm. "Olivia, I mean it."

"Don't do something you'll regret later, Allison," I warn.

"Trust me, you want to stay away from me now." She says, moving the crossbow to face the ceiling. "Please."

"I know it hurts, but--"

"Did you know?" She cuts me off. "Derek killed my mom at the rave."

My eyes widen. "What? Of course not!"

She doesn't break our eye contact, most likely trying to see if I was lying to her. "Just stay out of my way, Olivia." She aims the crossbow forward and continues running down the hall.

I debated chasing after her but then I remembered I had to do what I originally planned. She's going to get herself killed if she's doing this out of rage.

I quickly try to follow after her but I hoped to god I was going in the right direction. I peek in the room and see it was a parking lot for the police station squad cards.

I cautiously look around and my eyes widen, seeing the Kanima held Allison by the throat, its claws dangerously close to her neck.

Before I knew it, I feel my heart drop as I see it's claws go across her side and making her drop to the floor. It felt like my heart snapped in two as it shattered into millions of pieces.

"No..." I was too late.

Matt came from the shadows and towered over Allison as the Kanima menacingly stared at her.

"You should've given me a chance. Remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like 'well if I can't have her, no one can?'. It's not totally true because...Allison if I can't have you, no one can!" He yells.

I reach for the wrench on the table nearby me and push aside the pain, sprinting towards Matt in an attempt to swing the tool at his head.

The wrench collides with his head and he falls to his side, clutching on his head in pain.

"You..." He growls. "You're supposed to be dead!"

I smirk. "How does it feel now, asshole!" I say but then feel a slash across my side. I turn and see the Kanima towering over me as it sat on the desk. The numbness in my legs started to kick in, causing me to collapse and fall next to Allison.

So this is how it feels like to be numb from head to toe.

Matt gets up from the ground. "I gotta say, Flores, I thought you would be smarter than to use a useless wrench. It's almost sad." He says and kicks my side so I would lie on my back. "I thought you would be the one with the power. It's a shame you couldn't be the one to save the day."

He laughs and heads to another room with the Kanima in tow.

"I told you that you shouldn't have followed me." I hear Allison mumble but I mentally sighed in relief, realizing she was only paralyzed.

"Well if I hadn't followed you, who knows what that pervert would've done." I retort.

"And what good did that do? He got away." She numbly responds.

"I mean, Scott can probably--"

"Scott can't help us, Olivia!" She shouts, making me stay quiet. "Didn't you see those dead police officers? All those people were murdered, people ended up paralyzed, and my mom...she was murdered by Derek." She says as I see her chest heave up and down, trying to catch her breath. "He's the core to all of the problems we've faced. He did this to us. He ruined my life. His kind took away people in my family and I'm not gonna standby afraid anymore. I'm going to make sure he's killed and whoever stands in my way, they're getting killed too."

My eyes widen. "Whoever? Like Scott?"

"Including you, Olivia."

My heart clenches at her words. "Allison, you don't really mean that. I know it's the rage a-and--"

"Derek has to die." She grumbles.

I hear running footsteps nearby us and I look up, seeing it was Argent towering over us with looks of concern.

I didn't know if I should be scared or...

He grabs her from the ground. "We have to get out of here." He says and glances at me. He scoffs and continues walking to the exit, making my eyes widen.

"F-Fuck you!" I try to call out confidently as his footsteps faded away.

I hear more footsteps inch close to me again and I shut my eyes. "I was kidding! I'm good at being alone!"

"I didn't take you for the afraid type." I open my eyes and see Derek with an amused look.

"Just help me up," I mutter.

He helps me walk towards one of the hallways the Argents didn't go through but as soon as we turn the corner, Scott bumps into Gerard. Derek hides us behind the wall, giving me a look to stay quiet. We peek over the wall and see Scott look around with stress.

"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this?" Scott angrily asks, taking a glance behind him.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that," Gerard responds, not even phased at his tone.

"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson--"

"And leave him to us," He interrupts and I glance at Derek who did not look happy. "help your friends, leave Matt and Jackson to me, deal with your mom and get Olivia's mom to safety."

We see Scott about to turn so Derek and I hide behind the wall so he wouldn't see us.

Something clinks on the floor. "You dropped this," Scott says, most likely picking up whatever fell from Gerard's pockets.

"Go!" Gerard orders.

Scott runs passed us when he continues through the hallway and I worriedly turn to Derek.

"He's working with him?" I ask. "Out of all people, why him?"

"I don't know," Derek growls and glances down at the wound I had on my side. "How are you still walking if you got shot?"

I shrug. "At first it hurt like hell, but now I'm good." I give him a look to lift my shirt up slightly to see the wound more.

"Are you sure you got shot?" He asks and points to my side. "It's not there."

I look down and my eyes widen, seeing that it was completely gone and healed.

"Derek," I nervously look up to meet his eyes. "something's happening to me."