FURY
(HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN)

Stiles, Carter, Scott, and Stilinski all crowded around Stiles' desk, a yearbook lying open on it, faces completely crossed out and Matt's face was circled several times with a red sharpie.

Carter still couldn't believe that Matt was the one controlling Jackson. Stiles had been right - Matt was doing everything he could to throw suspicion off himself. And it worked.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Stilinski asked skeptically, Stiles seated in his desk chair whilst the three of them surrounded him.

"Yeah," Stiles replied, the three teens watched as Stilinski intently stared down at the yearbook.

"No."

"Yes."

"No," Stilinski insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dad, come on." Stiles began, scrambling to his feet and stood in front of his father. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have 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' class," Stilinski argued.

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry." Stiles sighed, shaking his head back and forth. "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything," Stiles' jaw fell open at his father's words. "Scott, Carter, do you two believe this?"

Stiles made a sound of annoyance, rolling his eyes. Carter remained silent, letting Scott take the reins on giving the answer. And besides, she didn't know how to word that statement correctly without saying: "Hey, you know - Matt, that really creepy kid? Well, he has this strange control over this homicidal-lizard-type-thing, and yeah, that's who's been slicing everyone to pieces!"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt," Scott explained, his eyes locked on Stilinski.

"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay?" Stiles added. "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' class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine," Stilinski muttered, looking like he was trying to process his son's crazy theory. "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?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles exclaimed, holding his arms out to his head for effect. Carter and Scott looked at each other, both of them shaking their heads softly at Stiles. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." Stiles grimaced at his own statement. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Stiles let out quick breath, surprised that he had actually gotten his father to agree with their theory. Stiles glanced over his shoulder, seeing Carter and Scott standing behind him with wide eyes. "We need to look at the evidence," Carter stated.

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

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

"Trust you?" Stilinski asked in disbelief, pointing an accusing finger at his son.

He looked at his father sheepishly, jutting his thumb over his shoulder and mumbled: "Trust - trust Scott and Carter?"

"Them, I trust."

When they arrived at the police station, the three teens stayed behind the former Sheriff. The woman at the front desk looked unamused that Stilinski was standing in front of her. "It's two in the morning."

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Stilinski replied softly, leaning his arms on the counter.

Whispering, Stiles said: "We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?"

"Why?" Carter asked, unsure why the murder that was committed in the hospital was so important that they needed to look at it before anything else.

"Because all the murder were committed by Jackson, except for one, remember?" Stiles whispered.

Carter nodded, "The pregnant girl, Jessica. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him." Carter added, finally putting the pieces together.

"Kids," Stilinski announced, the three of them moving to follow after Stiles' father, making their way down the familiar hallway. They followed him into his office, doing what they said they were going to do. They pulled everything regarded to the night of the hospital murder. Stilinski sat at his desk, pulling up the security footage on his computer. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this." he sighed, referring toward the dozens of people flooding the hallways. "There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

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

"Oh, hold on, stop!" Scott cried out frantically. "Did you see that? Scroll back."

The screen soon shifted in reverse, Carter's eyes widened as Matt's back appeared on the screen. Her jaw fell slack, her finger shooting out to point at the screen. "That's him! That's Matt!"

Stilinski paused the tape, "All I see is the back of someone's head."

"Matt's head, yeah," Stiles insisted. "I sit behind him in History. He's got a very distinct cranium - it's weird." Stiles gestured toward Matt's head.

"Are you crazy?" Stilinski retorted, staring up at his son in disbelief.

Stiles sighed, "All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know how wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions," Stilinski deadpanned. "Literally."

"Okay," Scott interrupted, ceasing the bickering between the two Stilinskis. "Can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

Stilinski complied, pressing play again, the three of them watching in anticipation.
They only scrolled forward a few more seconds before the figure reappeared. His back was still facing the camera, but this time, he was talking to someone.

"Right there! Stop! Stop! See? There he is again." Stiles exclaimed.

Stilinski shook his head, "You mean, there's the back of his head again."

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

Scott leaned forward, his dark eyebrows furrowed in the center. His eyes widened as he registered who the woman was. "He's talking to my mom."

***

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

Scott sighed, leaning against the desk, "This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."

"Yeah, he looks evil," Stiles added, refusing to give up that fact that Matt was evil. He was constantly telling his friends that he knew from the start the boy was creepy.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this." Melissa said, trying to get her son to understand.

"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." Scott said, moving toward the picture of Matt that was in the yearbook. After he took the picture, he pressed send and placed the phone back down the desk, "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

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

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?" Melissa asked, obviously confused. Their eyes widened, realizing that they could place Matt at another crime scene.

"It's - It's nothing, Mom," Scott stuttered slightly. "I'll explain later. I gotta go." Scott ended the call as Stilinski grabbed another manila folder, sifting through the papers.

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," Stilinski announced, pulling out a specific piece of paper.

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders," Stiles concluded, everything was seemingly falling into place - for once. "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave."

"Actually, four," Stilinski correct, reading another paper, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed," He added, standing up from his desk chair.

"When?"

"A couple hours before you got there," Stilinski explained.

"All right," Carter breathed out, "if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

Looking over at her, Stilinski answered: "Four's enough for a warrant," A grin appeared on Carter face whilst Stiles fist pumped the air in triumph. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant. Carter, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it," Carter nodded, rushing out of the office and walking through the halls.

Something eerie settled within Carter when she arrived at the front desk and there was no one to be seen. It was dead silent. No sorting through papers, no mindlessly chit-chat between deputies, nothing.

Stepping toward the desk, Carter glanced around in confusion. Taking another step forward, she breathed out: "Hello?" With another step, she was behind the desk and quickly figured out why it was so quiet.

Carter's breath caught in her throat, acidic bile rising up the back of her throat at the sight of the bloodied and slashed apart woman. The woman had deep wounds, the Kanima being the only reasonable answer to what happened to her. Carter's hand flew toward her mouth; her chest it was rising and falling rapidly.

She turned, prepared to run back toward Stiles, the werewolf, and Stiles' father, but the sound of an audible click stopped her from taking any steps forward. Her body fell stiff as she stared at the gun mere inches from her face. Matt was standing directly in front of her, gun in hand, tears were evident in his eyes. Tears welled up in her own eyes, her biggest fear rising to the surface. He had killed people before, and there was absolutely nothing stopping him from pulling the trigger and ending Carter's life right then and now.

"Matt, don't do this," Carter begged with a shaky breath. Matt stepped forward, the barrel of the gun pressing against her cheek roughly. She clenched her jaw, refusing to let any tears fall. Blinking rapidly, she spoke again: "You don't want to hurt me."

A spine chilling, sinister smirk twitches onto his lips, "Oh, how wrong you are, Carter. I do want to hurt you - I want to hurt a lot of people. But this is going to go one of two ways. Either you lead me to your friends, or I'm going to shoot all of them and watch you suffer."

Carter gulped thickly, nodded her head stiffly. She slowly took a step forward, Matt moving the gun off of her cheek and to the back of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, still refusing to let a single tear fall. She needed to remain strong.

Carter stepped forward into the office, causing the three males to glance up. Matt then shoved Carter forward by pushing the barrel of the gun harder against her head, the brunette stumbled forward, quivering in fear.

Once inside the office, she watched as Scott's eyes widened, his arm immediately reaching out to pull her into his side. Stiles stood on her other side, the two teenage boys shielding her from Matt with their bodies. Scott could feel Carter's body trembling in his hold.

Stilinski slowly straightened up, his eyes focused on the gun in Matt's hand. "Matt? It's Matt, right?" he confirmed, Matt only nodded, his grip on the gun getting tighter as he glanced over at Carter who was tangled up in Scott and Stiles' arms, the two of them standing protectively in front of the girl. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt grinned at his words, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people," Matt corrected, tilting the gun in his hand in a shrugging matter. "You four weren't on my list, but I could persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cellphone, like McCall is doing." Scott's hand shot out of his pocket quickly. "That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone," Matt made a gesture with the gun for them to place their phones out on the desk. "Now!"

"Come on," Stilinski mumbled, trying to console the three teenagers. The four of them reluctantly pulled out their phones, and tossed them onto the desk so that they were in plain sight.

And it was only just the beginning.

***

Carter and Scott stood off to the side as they watched Stiles handcuff his father to the bench in the holding area. Matt ordered Stiles to handcuff his father to make sure Stilinski wasn't in his way of doing things. Stiles was silent, Matt having the gun trained on his head.

The sound of clicking signified that Stiles had completed his task. Matt scoffed, noticing how loose Stiles had left the handcuff on his father's wrist, "Tighter."

Stilinski glanced up at his son, "Do what he says, Stiles."

Stiles sighed, leaning forward before tightening the handcuff. Once he was satisfied, Matt nudged Stiles' shoulder, ushering the three of them out. They made their way down the hallway, stopping in a doorway to see a horrendous sight.

"Oh, my God," Carter gasped out, moving her hand toward her mouth.

Stiles immediately grabbed her, desperately trying to comfort her. He couldn't watch all of the people he cared about become helpless.

"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott exclaimed, their gazes falling upon the three bloodied deputies lying lifeless on the floor. Their skin shredded, blood spattering all of the walls and floor.

Matt grinned and answered: "No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He pushed them forward, forcing them to walk away from the hallway of dead bodies.

The three teenagers did as Matt instructed. Scott and Carter began shredding all of the files, while Stiles worked on deleting the files off of the computer. Getting rid of all the damming evidence that placed Matt at four crime scenes, making seem like it never happened in the first place - so he could walk out of there a free men, a Kanima-killing-machine by his side.

Stiles slammed his finger against the enter key roughly, "Deleted. And we're done. And, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Headlights shone through the open blinds in the office, all three of their hearts dropped simultaneously. Melissa was there, and she was about to step into something larger and more dangerous than she was ready to understand.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt announced, Scott's head snapping in his direction.

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

The sound of the metal door hinges squeaking caused all of their heads to look up at the door. The door then slammed shut, all of them willing to do anything to protect Melissa.

"If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then I'm gonna figure out how to kill Carter, and then your mom." Matt snarled, pointing the gun toward the brunette next to Scott.

A gun was placed at their heads, the three slowly making their way over to the door, trying to buy as much time as possible. Carter glanced up at him in concern, not really knowing how to help or comfort him. But she knew that when she needed comforting in the boys locker room when her abilities started to flare up he was there.

Scott glanced down in confusion when Carter's small, delicate hand intertwined with his. She squeezed it softly, sending her soothing warmth into his body. She nodded at him, the three taking another step toward the door.

"Open it," Matt demanded, all of them feeling helpless and wishing there was a Door #3.

"Please."

"Open. The. Door." Matt said slowly.

Scott took in a deep breath and did as told, Carter tightening her grip on his hand as she waited for Melissa's face to appear. Just as the door opened enough to reveal who was standing behind it, they were all surprised. Derek. Scott let out a breath of relief, but Carter's heart dropped into her stomach. She knew that there was no way even he could stand up to the Kanima.

"Oh, thank God," Scott breathed out.

But before anyone could warn Derek, he toppled to the floor. The hybrid form of Jackson and the Kanima stood in the doorway. Derek's back collided harshly against the ground. Carter cried out, releasing Scott's hand, and dropped to the floor next to Derek. Derek looked up at her, concern evident in his eyes. Carter merely nodded, silently telling him she was all right as tears clouded her vision once more.

It was official - they were definitely in trouble.

***

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek deadpanned. "This kid?"

Matt's face contorts, a hard glare forming on his features as he glanced at Carter, who was crouched next to Derek, a soft hand placed on his chest. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Carter's head shot up to stare at Matt in confusion. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learn a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas, the rare and powerful Pheanix. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Stiles remarked sarcastically.

Matt nodded at Jackson, and Jackson's claws immediately sliced the back of Stiles' neck. His knees wobbled, causing his body to go tumbling to the ground.

"Hey!" Scott cried out, lunging to catch his friend, but Jackson held out his claws warningly in front of Scott's face.

Stiles' body collided on top of Derek's chest, pining Carter's between the two male's chests. "You bitch," Stiles mumbled out, Derek letting out a groan of dissatisfaction.

"Get him off of me," Derek grunted, his face hardening.

Matt chuckled in response, crouching down next to the three on 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."

"Still got some teeth," Derek threatened, feeling Carter wiggling her hand out from underneath Stiles. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles' muffled voice chimed in agreement.

The sound of another car rolling into the parking lot was heard, the headlights shining through the windows once more. Scott's heart lurched into his throat, his immediate response was to reach for Carter's hand, but she was still crouching on the floor next to Derek and Stiles.

Although he was still in a sort of relationship with Allison, he couldn't help but need to feel Carter next to him. Her presence by him was enough to calm him down.

"Is that her?" Matt asked, standing from his crouched position. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles shouted, Matt's face lit up with rage again, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and rolling him off of Derek. As soon as Stiles' back hit the floor, Matt's foot was pressed against his throat. Instantly, Carter could feel her air cutting off, she frantically clawed at her neck. Derek's eyes widened in panic, but a growl escaped his lips knowing that he couldn't help.

"This work better for you?" Matt asked, applying more pressure to Stiles' throat.

"Hey, just stop! Stop!" Scott pleaded, glancing between Carter, who was falling limp against Derek's chest - to Stiles, whose eyes were bulging out as he attempted to gasp for air.

"Then do what I tell you to."

"Okay, all right," Scott agreed, but Matt didn't remove the pressure. "Stop!"

Matt frowned before removing his foot from Stiles' throat. Carter and Stiles simultaneously gasped for breath, while she struggled to catch her own breath, he looked just as bad as she did. Carter made a move to stand, wanting to go over to Stiles, but Jackson's claws dug into her shoulder. She cried out and sunk back down to the floor. Derek growled once again as Carter clutched her bleeding shoulder.

"You," Matt pointed at Jackson, "Take them in there." Matt then turned toward Carter, roughly grabbing her bicep, yanking her off the floor. "You and McCall are coming with me."

Matt released her arm when they were out in the hallway, Scott instantly grabbing ahold of her, moving her behind him to try and shield her away from Matt. When they reached the end of the hallway, the first thing she saw was a glimpse of blue scrubs. Carter gripped onto Scott's shirt even tighter than before. Matt forced them forward, Carter now standing next to Scott.

Scott gulped, "Mom?"

"Oh, you scared me, where is every-" Melissa's voice trailed off when she saw the situation before her. Her dark eyes landed on the two teenagers, immediately noticing the distressed looks on their faces.

"Mom, just do what he says." Scott began softly. "He promised he wouldn't hurt you." Scott and Carter both glanced back at Matt for conformation, and he was nodding as he grinned.

"He's right," Matt agreed, before lowering the gun slightly, and pulling the trigger. A bullet was fired right into Scott's side. The second Scott fell to the ground, Carter screamed in pain and she dropped next to him. Carter once thought she'd be able to handle bullets after being impaled, stabbed, and slashed - she mentally slapped herself for thinking she could handle bullets. She didn't do bullets. "So that's how that works - interesting."

"Scott! Carter!" Stilinski's voice boomed from the cell. "Stiles! What happened?"

Carter whimpered when there was another searing string of pain shooting up her side, but she tried to blink away the pain. Struggling, she brought her right hand over and pressed it against Scott's wound, while having her left hand firmly placed on her own side.

Carter's white shirt was drenched and dripping with blood. Before she could even dwell on the ruining of her brand new shirt, a wave of heat surged through her body, causing a groan of pain to escape her lips. In all honesty, she would take being shot again over having to experience the intensity of the warmth she was feeling.

When Melissa stepped forward to help her son, Matt growled: "Back, back!"

"Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!" Scott warned, but groaned in pain as a wave of pain course through him.

"I said get back."

"Scott," Melissa croaked out, looking between Carter and Scott. Carter turned her head, trying not to move too much because it still felt like someone was poking a stick into her wound.

"Mom, do it. Please, Mom." Scott begged, noticing his mother step another step forward.

She did as told, stepping back even though every fiber and instinct in her told her to rush forward and help her son. "Matt! Matt, listen to me!" Stilinski shouted, trying to reason with Matt.

"Shut up! Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!" Matt hollered, moving to look down at Carter and Scott. "McCall, Hale, get up, or I shoot her next!"

Both of the teenagers struggled to their feet, clutching tightly onto the bench for support as they pressed firmly on their wounds. Matt wasn't even slightly gentle when he shoved the two of them forward, trailing behind them as they walked to the holding cells. Carter's abnormal heartbeat began to ring in Scott's ears. She had his blood on her hand, her blood stained her clothes, and Scott knew that this hadn't been the first time she was covered in someone else's blood.

Scott and Carter leaned against the wall, both holding their hands to their wounds identically. "Please, they need to see a doctor." Melissa cried, she knew that both of them were shot, she just didn't know how.

"You think so?" Matt mocked, closing the cell door and locking Melissa inside the cell.

"Hey! Hey, you listen to me!" Stilinski shouted, pointing a finger at Matt, the boy only glances at him.

"It's all right," Carter called out, everyone staring at them as blood continued to pour out of their wounds. "We're okay."

Melissa shook her head at the young girl and cried: "No, honey, you're not okay."

"It doesn't hurt, Mom," Scott insisted, feeling himself slowing healing. But, unlike him and Carter, Melissa and Stilinski didn't know that.

Melissa nodded at him softly, "Because that's the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me...let me just take a look at them, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

Matt turned his head to look at Carter and Scott, "They have no idea, do they?" Matt cried out.

"Please, let me just take a quick look." Melissa sobbed.

Matt began to twitch, muttering: "Shut up, shut up. Shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through their heads."

Carter tensed at the threat, gulping down the lump that was beginning to form in her throat. Matt was practically have a psychotic break right in front of them, his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. But, so was Carter, the heat surges coursing through every couple of seconds, causing her heart to pound and she began to pant at the warmth.

Melissa nodded, letting out a shaky breath, "Okay, okay."

"Back to the front, McCall and Hale."

***

"The evidence is gone," Scott announced, him and Carter being shoved into the office where Derek and Stiles were lying on the ground still paralyzed. "Why don't you just go?"

Matt looked at them in disbelief, "You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book."

"What?" Carter began, her voice cracked, shaking her head before clearing her through and beginning again: "What book?"

"The bestiary," Matt stated, everything fell into place then. Carter tilted her head to the side, wondering why he wanted the book filled with information about supernatural creatures. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

Carter knew they wouldn't be able to give him what he wanted - plus, the bestiary wasn't even a book, technically. The whole thing had been transferred onto a flash drive, one they had no access to.

"I don't have it," Scott replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?" Carter questioned, her voice rising slightly. The sense of fear was gone, and it was quickly being replaced with annoyance.

"To this," Matt grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a large patch of scales - Kanima scales - running up his side, the pattern identical to the one plastered on Jackson.

Carter immediately glanced down at Derek, finding that he was already looking up at her. The two siblings knew exactly what was happening to Matt, and in all honesty, Carter knew Matt deserved whatever he got.

Everything falling into place.