Chapter Ten : 'Well That's New'

Scott Stiles Lottie and I stood around Stiles desk. The Beacon Hills elementary school 2006 yearbook was spread out in front of us. Matt was circled in red shape and four or five arrows were pointing to his name. Stiles had x'x all over people who were either harmed or killed by Matt and his pet.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Sheriff Stilinski and his son. At this point Lottie and I had our shoes off and were holding them.

"Yeah." All four of us mutter. Scott sheds his jacket from the party and Lottie dramatically sits on Stiles' bed.

"No." The sheriff answers.

"Yes!" Stiles tells his father, offended.

"No."

"Dad come on. 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." Stiles said, standing up from his chair.

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

"All right, okay, right sorry. 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." The Sheriff pauses. "Scott do you believe this?"

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

"Cait. Are you buying this?" The Sheriff asked me.

"Yeah. We know it's Matt." It's not really that hard to explain. I mean I can light myself on fire right here if I wanted to, but we shouldn't get into that.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found trie tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class that they would arrest him." Stiles tells his father as I take a seat next to my sister.

"All right, 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 it's coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked, spreading out his arms. "Our swim team sucks!" That's the best you could do Stiles? Really? "They haven't won in like six years. Okay we don't have a motive yet. But come on does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" The Sheriff gives in.

"We need to look at the evidence." I say sheepishly.

"Yeah that would be in the station, where I no longer work." We know. It hurts like a knife every time we think of it. So trust us, we know.

"Trust me they'll let you in." Stiles tells his father.

"Tr-uh, Trust you?" Stiles' father says pointing at his son.

"Trust-trust Cait?" Stiles asked, pointing at me with his left thumb.

"Cait, I trust."

That's how we ended up in the back of Mr. Stilinski's car. In a party, in heels. Why do we do this to ourselves? The ride was mostly silent. Stiles and Lottie played sticks in the back of the car, so most of the noise was from the two of Them. Scott and I were a bit more anxious. I keep playing with the ring on my necklace. My parents told me it was my sister's ring. That sister being from the year 1889, when my parents lived in London. They said she was like me, that she could cross worlds. So when I get really nervous, I play with the ring, just as a reminder that I will never be truly alone.

When we entered the station the lady working the desk was admittedly suspicious. "It's 2:00 in the morning." She tells the Sheriff.

"Trust me I would not be here if it wasn't extremely important."

"We have to look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles tells our group of teens.

"Why?" Scott asked clearly done for the night. But he also knew, if it was supernatural, somehow he would get dragged into it.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for the one at the hospital." Lottie told the wolf.

"Lottie's right. If Matt had to kill her, himself someone might have seen him."

"Boys, Girls." The Sheriff leads us to the back.

"Thank you." Lottie and I mutter as we pass the front desk.

We got in the office and Stiles told his father to pull up the tapes from the hospital. Scott and Stiles were on one side of the desk while Lottie and I were on the other. The Sheriff had the computer monitor facing down the table so all four of us could see.

"I don't know guys. I mean look at this. There was a six car pileup that night. The hospital was jammed."

"Dad, just keep going. Matt had to pass at least on cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, Okay? He has to be on the footage somewhere."

"Wait, Hold on Stop." Scott says, "Did you see that, scroll back."

A boy in a leather jacket walks by. His hair was a mess and his jeans didn't fit. Yeah that was Matt alright. "That's Matt." Lottie said, amazed at Scott's attention to detail.

"All I see is the back of someone's head." The Sheriff states.

"Matt's head." Stiles says matter of factly. "I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." Even I was having a hard time believing Stiles. And I knew he was telling the truth.

"Are you crazy?" The Sheriff asked his son. The answer was of course, yes, but we really don't have time to get into that.

"All right, look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Stiles, literally millions." Yeah, I can think of four right now. But to be fair Isaac's is now more of a dark brown seeing as I burned the last one.

"Can we scroll forward? I mean there has to be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras, right?" I ask, knowing that our luck wouldn't allow it.

The Sheriff does what I ask, only to be stopped by Stiles. "See, look there he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again?"

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

Scott leans closer to the monitor, "He's talking to my mom."

"Okay call your Mom." I say as Scott hastily starts to take his phone out. He places it in the middle of the tables. "Hello?"

"Hey Mom. I need to know if you talked to someone on the day of Jessica's death."

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

"This one's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager."

"Yeah He looks evil." Stiles yells at the phone.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." Scott moves the phone so he can take the picture from the yearbook. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean I remember I topped him tracking mud in the hall. Scott what's going on?"

"It's nothing Mom, I'll explain later. I got to go." Scott hangs up the phone.

"Wait, we have shoe prints." The Sheriff says, as he digs through the evidence. "They were alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"If they Match that puts Matt at the scene of three murders, right?" The words seemed almost lucky as they fell out of my mouth.

"Yeah The trailer, the hospital and the rave." Stiles answers me.

"Auttaly four." The Sheriff said. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" Lottie asked, standing up from the way she was leaning.

" A couple hours before Stiles got there."

"All right, Dad if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern. What the hell is four?
"Four's enough for a warrant. Scott call your Mom back, see how fast she can get here. If I can get an Official I.D, I can get a search warrant. Stiles go to the front desk, tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it." Stiles told his father running out the door.

My heart starts to beat faster. A set of images flood my mind. Stocc turning in front of his Mom. A dead body on the floor of the station. Scott with a bullet wound. A bullet stopping mid-air. When I opened my eyes, Scott had his hands on my shoulders. He had turned my body to him. "Caitlin? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" His words were calm.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure. I mean you've been zoning out a lot lately."

"Scott, I'm fine." I repeat a bit agitated.

"Are you really?"

"YES!" I close my eyes and walk over to the other side of the office.

My head was pounding from the scenes I just saw. I mean so far everything I've seen has been true. Victoria Argent getting bit. Then Chris helped her kill herself, after begging him to kill her. Even Victora taking Scott happened.

"Cait? I didn't mean to offend you, I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Scott. I'm fine. You're fine, I just haven't been sleeping much lately."

"That's why you're zoning out?"

"I think so."

"Uhh guys..." Stiles' voice came from the doorway. Matt pushed Stiles farther into the room, with a gun in his hand. The five of us lined up. Scott and Me in the front, the three humans behind us.

"Matt? It's Matt, righ?" The Sheriff asked. "Matt whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun. I started to ball up my fist, the heat from a flame rose up my hand. I noticed Scott was doing the same, though I suspect it's claws coming from him rather than fire.

"You know it's funny you say that because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"Don't!" I half beg half ask.

"I know you don't want to hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You five weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone, Like McCall is doing." Scott moves his right hand out of his pocket. His left hand is still balled in a fist. "That-that could definitely get someone hurt." Someone who can heal. Or something worse. "Everyone. NOW!"

"Come on." The Sheriff encourages us to do as we are told. All five of us threw our phones on the table.

"No come with me." Matt says pointing the gun at Stiles. The Sheriff starts to walk, the rest of us follow reluctantly. He leads us to the holding cells. "Stiles handcuff your father. NOW!" He still has the gun pointed at the two humans. Stiles does what he's told. "Tighter."

"Do what he says, Stiles." The Sheriff tells his son. I try to position myself so I'm in front of Lottie, that way I will get hurt instead of her. Stiles does what he's told. Matt moves the four who know of the supernatural out of the room, leaving the Sheriff alone. Every step I took I was only thinking about making sure Lottie was safe. She had no way to defend herself here. We walk past a hall full of dead and bloody deputies.

"What, you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked, gun still to his back.

"No that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." Matt says pushing farther down the hall. He moves us back to the office.

"Any evidence, I want delated and shredded." The four of us do as he tells us too. I bring the paper Shredder over to Scott as the two of us start taking any paper evidence and run it through. Stiles and Lottie are working on the digital evidence, deleting and erasing.

"Delated. We're done. All right, 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?" Stiles said leaning over the table. Me and Scot were on either side of it, blocking the humans from any sort of bullet wound Matt could give. "Just get my Dad and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

The light's of a car come through the window. Scott's Mom. "Sounds Like your Mom's here McCall."

"Matt don't do this." If there is one thing anyone should know about Scott McCall, it's you don't go after his pack or his family. Unless you want to fall on your own sword. "When she comes to the door I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please Matt." Scott begs. The sound of the front door opening could be heard.

"If you don't move.. Now I'm gonna kill Stiles. Then Lottie. And then your Mom." The four of us start moving to the next set of offices. "Open the door McCall."

"Please."

"Matt don't." I hear myself say.

"Open The door." Matt told Scott, as he cocked the gun.

Slowly Scott opened the door. In front of us stood our own grumpy sourwolf rather than Mrs. McCall. "Oh, Thank god." Scott says at the sight of Derek. Derek doesn't say anything he just falls forward. Behind him stood the Kanima, claws out. But It wasn't just the Kanima, it still looked like Jackson. His head was on a tilt, focused on the floor and his eyes had no life behind them. Half his face was scale, the other half was skin.

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek asked from the floor. "This kid?"

"Well Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf, or have fire come out of their hands. Oh yeah that's -that's right. I've learned a few things lately." Matt says standing back up. "Werewolves, witches, hunters, Kanima's. It's like a frickin' halloween party every full moon. Well except for poor little Stiles, and Charlotte. What do the two of you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman." My sister bits.

"Yeah it's kinda like a winter time thing. You know, seasonal." Stiles adds to the joke. A joke which would have been funny if we didn't have a gun pointed at us. Jackson claws the back of Stiles and Lottie's necks.

"LOTTIE!" I yell. "HEY!" Scott yells at the same time. Both of us go to help the two humans before they fall but Jackson stops us.

"Bitch." Lottie mumbled as she fell right next to Derek's head.

"Get him off of me." Derek wines seeing as Stiles fell right on top of him.

"Oh, I don't know, Derk. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt jokes. "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 raise my hands. Hoping to move Matt away from the three people parizled on the ground. But Scoot gras my wrist stopping me. "I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you come down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am." Derek threatens. A second set of headlights come through the windows.

"Is that her?" Matt stands back up to face me and Scott, "If both of you do as I say. I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott Cait, you can't trust him!" STiles yells from the floor.

Matt rolls Stiles over and places his foot at Stiles neck. "Does this work better for the two of you?"

"Okay, okay. We'll do it." Scott rushes out.

"Just let Stiles go." I add on for good measure. He removes his foot as Stiles starts to choke for air.

"You." Matt refers to Jackson, "Take him in there. You two are with me." We nod and follow Matt into the main entrance of the station. I felt my hands get warmer at the sound of Melissa McCall walking into a death trap. The same type of warm right before they light on fire. I ball my fist up right as Scott calls out to his mother.

"Mom." Mrs. McCall sighs.

"You scared me where is every--" She pauses at the sight of a gun pointed at Scott and my heads.

"Mrs. McCall just do what he says."

"Mom, if you do what he says he won't hurt you."

"They're right." Matt says. He turns the gun on Scott and shots the wolf in the stomach. Mrs. McCall screams but Scott has no reaction. He was healing just fine, nothing would happen.

"SCOTT STILES CAITLIN CHARLOTTE!" I could hear the Sheriff yell our names. I bend over to look at the few drops of blood on Scott's shirt.

"It's healing, right?" I whisper.

"I'm fine."

"But I never said I wouldn't hurt either of you." Matt turns the gun on me. Just as a bullet is released from the barrel I put my hand up, and close my eyes. Nothing happens. When I open my eyes the bullet is floating in mid-air.

I drop my hand and the bullet falls to the floor, "Well that's new." I say in a low scared voice.

"Caitlin Scott." Mrs. McCall moves forward.

"BACK BACK." Matt says the gun now pointed at the female McCall

"Mom stop. MOM!"

"I said get back." Mrs. McCall does as she is told. I place my hand over Scott's wound, a bit of his blood gets on my hand. The Deep crimson water covered his palm. But he was still fine. One of the miracles of being a werewolf I guess.

"Scott, Caitlin."

"Mrs. McCall do it."

"Mom, please just do as he says."

"Get off the floor, both of you." Matt tells me and Scott.

"MATT MATT LISTEN TO ME!" Mr. Stilinski yells from the other room.

"SHUT UP SHUT UP! Everybody just shut the hell up. Now both of you get up Or I shot her next." Me and Scott do as we are told.

Matt walks all three of us back to the holding cells. "Please just let me help, he need to see a doctor." Mrs. McCall, begs to help her son. Scoot eyes were closed, the werewolf in him trying to heal.

"You think so?" Matt asks fakely.

"Hey, hey you listen to me." The sheriff tries.

"It's all right. I'm fine." Scott yells at the two adults. My hand was now almost as bloody as his.

"No honey you're not okay." Mrs. McCall cries.

"It doesn't hurt Mom."

"That's just the adrenaline, okay? Please let me - let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean I can help stop the bleeding." Melissa begs from inside the now locked cell.

"Thay have no idea do they? About either of you?" Matt asked, tears rolling down his face.

"Please, let me just take a quick look." Melissa continues to beg.

"Shut up-shut up- just shut up." Matt tells the women. "If you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

"Okay."

"Back to the front McCall, Holmes." We do as we're told. We walk arms pressed to Scott's wound, a gun placed at our heads. We walk by Stiles, Lottie and Derek still on the floor. We walk by 20 dead deputies. We walk till the front.

"Look Matt, the evidence is gone. Why don't you just go." I tell the boy taking my hands off of Scott's.

"You-you think the evidence matters that much, huh? No-no I want the book"

"What book?" Scott asked.

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

"We don't have it." Scott agures.

"Yeah it's Gerard's." I add.

"What do you want it for anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what, Matt?" I ask, my voice getting louder.

"To this." Matt pulls up the left side of his shirt to reveal a set of scales not unlike jackson. They climb from his back to his side, and are almost gray in color. But that wasn't it they were almost vibrating. Like a purple wave washing underneath of them.

Matt hastily pulls his shirt back down before pointing the gun at me. "Now hand me your phone mcCall. I will get that book!" Scott reaches behind himself and pulls his phone off the table. He hands the device to Matt already unlocked. Matt types something into the phone before handing it back to Scott.

I lean over Scott shoulder to see Matt sent a message to Allison. Derek and I need the bestiary can you get it? Bring it to the sheriff station. That was all it said. I really hope Allison knows Scott would never text her over something supernatural.

Matt walks us to a back room, almost conference room type thing. "There now you can check out your wound McCall."

Scott lifts his hand. He's completely healed. The only tell that he was hurt at all was the blood covering the front of his green shirt. "You know I-i feel sorry for you McCall. Because right now, you're thinkin', 'how am I gonna explain this now that it's heald?' And the sad part is you don't realize how incredible it is that it heald at all. Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die."

Matt Turns to me, "And as for you Holmes. I feel bad for you too. Because I know your mid is going back and forth thinking, 'how the hell will I explain how I stopped that bullet' and 'I really hope my sister makes it out of this alive.' And you know why I feel sorry for you? Because you did stop that bullet you know that if you do anything I will go straight to Lottie."

Matt takes a few steps back. "Is that what happened to you." Scott asked.

Matt didn't answer, "You drowned didn't you?" I asked our capture.

"He shouldn't have let them drink." Oh here we go. What a lovely time for a villain backstory.

"Who, who shouldn't have let them drink?" Scott asks, starting to clean his hand.

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

"Who was drinking?" If a villain is going to do the whole, 'the world made me this way' story could they be less vague.

"The swim team you idiot!" Matt yelled at my question. "I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey, he's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares that they're 17,right?"

"You were at Isaac's." I say starting to remember why Matt justified killing people.

"He had this first edition spider-man, 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 sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennet goes in and-"

"Bennet. What-the hunter?" Scott asked, trying to remember the victims.

Matt nods, "And then camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it funny."

"They threw you in." I finished for Matt, my voice horse.

"I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodys underwater. I-I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara And I'm drowning. I'm dying and they're laughing. All of a sudden, I was just- I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says..'You tell no one!'" He comes back at Scott and I waving the gun. "This this is your fault' 'What little bastard doesn't know how to swim?' 'You say nothing!' 'you tell no one!' 'No one!' 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 would gasp for breath. And my parents thought that I was an asthmatic. They-they-they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I-- I was drowning. You two know about that little white light they talk about, the one you see when you die? Well I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then- then came the argent's funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos. And then purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I looked down the screen on 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 a greek myth. Like-like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You two have know idea what I'm talk about do you?"

"Was-was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?" Sctt asked.

I start talking before I can stop myself, "No I think that was Oedipus."

"She right, 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." Matt turns to look at Jackson who was standing over Lottie, Stiles and Derek, "Jackson is my fury. You know 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 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 the picture.. And Jackson would take their life." In the blink of an eye all the lights went out in the building. Out of instinct I lit my hand. A small flame, the only source of light.

"What is this." Matt asked, making his way back to Scott and myself. An alarm started to sound. "What's happening? What's going on?"

"WE DON'T KNOW!" Scott yells. The flame goes dull on my hand, then diapers when a spotlight swings by the three of us.

A set of machine guns fire through the window. Scott indeitly pulls me to the ground so I was below the gunfire. "CAITLIN!" My sister yelled from the other room. Something was thrown into the building from the now broken windows. As it hit the ground it turned into a cloud of smoke. My mind works faster than my body. I raised my hands and created a shield-like bubble of air, blocking the gas from me and Scott.

"Can you move?" Scott asked me.

"Let's go." I break the barrier and the two of us dive out of the conference room. Scott knocks Jackson uncounsi before we both fall to the ground, that way we could talk to Stiles and Lottie. "Take them. GO!" Derek barks at Scott and I. Scott helps Stiles off the floor and I help Lottie. We managed our way through the stantion, now flooded with smoke. Eventually we made our way into the interrogation room. The place was air tight so no smoke was coming in.

Scott lays Stiles down on the table and I do the same with Lottie. Scott and I were panting, hardly breathing. "Don't move." Stiles gives Scott a look of pure hatred, "You know what I mean."

Scott and I leave the room once more. As soon as we get down the hall Allison has a bow pointed at us. "DON'T SHOOT!" She still had the bow raised.

"Allison?" Scott asked his girlfriend.

"Where's Derek?"

"Allison what are you doing?" I asked my friend.

"If you two wont tell me then get out of my way."

"Allison?"

"Where is he?"

"What happened?"

"Get back. Both of you need to stay away from me right now. I need to go. Just stay my way." Allison pushes past Scott and I.

"What the hell?" I asked Scott, on our way to the holding cells.

"I have no idea." He responded, shocked that Allison would say anything like that.

When we got there Derek was on the floor, and the sheriff was knocked out. Jackson had his head between the bars looking right at Mrs. Mcall. Scott trunks and I light my hands with a flame.

Scott runs up to Jackson and claws him in the back ripping him off the bars. I move a chair so that it Hit's Jackson right side the head. It only runs away. Deer goes chasing Jackson. "Scott." Melissa crys, "Scott, Cait are you okay?" Scott runs to face his mother. Melissa gasps and takes a few steps back in the call. "No." She crokes coving her mouth.

A single tear finds it way down my face. All the pain from tonight came rushing to me. The fear I felt when I was almost shot. The sound of Lottie's body hitting the floor when she was parilzed. Even the little things like how my feet were in ease pain from still wearing heels. "Scott." I say his name with a sense of pride, but It doesn't help. He runs past me looking for Jackson and Derek. I stay frozen where I am. One last bit of pain taking over before I feel my makeup start to run. Black lines of mascara start to form.

I walk over to the Sheriff and take the keys. Slowly I unlock Melissa McCall's cell. As soon as I unlock it a new set of pain rings through my body. A set of images run over my mind. Gerard stabbing Scott and threatening his mother. Scott filling pills with mountain ash. Giving those pills to Gerard.

"CAITLIN!" Melisa crys my name. Bring ingme away from the sights.

"I'm okay."

"What are you?" She cries again.

"MOM! CAITLIN!" Scott calls, running back into the holding room.

"What are you?" Mrs. McCall repeats. "What have you done to my son. And HIs friends? WHAT ARE YOU!" I see a few tears slip from Scott's eyes.

"We'll tell you everything." I say.

"But, Mom first we need to get out of here. ANd we need to get Stiles, and Lottie out of here." Scott tells his mother as he wipes away the tears. Mrs. McCall just nods as we slowly make our way back to the integration room.