"So this kids the real killer?" Mr. Stilinski asked skeptically.

My eyes were glued to the yearbook page on the desk in front of me, Stiles had circled Matt's photo and name. On the bright side, I finally learned his last name- Daehler. Not that it will make any difference in the fact that he is the one controlling Jackson. Apparently Scott had ran after him before we rushed over to Stiles' house and he saw Matt standing in the street and Jackson- whilst in Kanima form, was crouched protectively beside him. Talk about weird. 

"Yeah," Stiles replied as he leaned back in his chair. Scott was standing beside me and we were to the right of Stiles, whereas Mr. Stilinski was standing in the same spot he had been when Stiles and I discovered that Isaac's dad was the swim coach. 

He shook his head from side to side in disagreement, "No."

"Yes!" Stiles snapped. 

Mr. Stilinski crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced at his son in disbelief, "No."

"Yes! Dad, come on. Police always 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 had in common," Stiles stated as he jumped out of his chair, nearly knocking me to the floor in the process. 

His dad sighed, "Yeah, except for the fact that the Rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class."

"Alright, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles replied sarcastically.

"No, you know what, they're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Mr. Stilinski relented. 

My boyfriend's eyes widened as he lifted his hands in the air to make one of his famous over exaggerated hand gestures, but before he could speak his father held a hand up to silence him. His dad then shifted his eyes to my brother and I, "Do you two believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott said seriously. I nodded my head in agreement, I don't think we can explain to him about the whole Kanima situation right now. It would more than likely only set us back in trying to stop Matt from killing more people. 

Stiles sighed in exasperation, "He took Harris' car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victim's were in Harris' 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 it's coach, dead? " Mr. Stilinski demanded, well this should be a good one. 

Stiles let out a gasp, "Isn't it obvious?"

The room fell silent as we all glanced at him in confusion, what the hell is he going to say? We have no idea why Matt wants to kill the swim team, we just know that he is the one doing it. Motive is the only thing that we don't have at the moment. 

"Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like six years... okay we don't have a motive, yet. But, I mean come on, does Harris?" He replied.

His dad let out a sigh and held eye contact with his son, "What do you want me to do?"

"We need to look at the evidence," I said quickly. 

He rose an eyebrow, "The evidence? Yeah, that would be in the station- where I no longer work."

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

"Trust you?" His dad asked in total seriousness. 

My boyfriends eyes widened as he recoiled a bit and nodded to me with his head, "Trust-trust, Kasey?"

"Kasey, I trust." His dad muttered. 

I smirked to myself in satisfaction as Scott made a pouty face, that's right people I am more trustworthy than Scott McCall. Whaddup. 

✢

"I don't know, guys... there was a six car pile-up that night, he could have been anywhere." Mr. Stilinski sighed as we all watched the computer monitor intently. We had managed to get into the Police Station and were now watching the security footage from the hospital so we could see if Matt was caught there the night that the pregnant girl, Jessica, was killed. 

Stiles groaned, "Just keep looking he had to be there somewhere."

My eyes then locked on to a very familiar black jacket and I leaped towards the screen, I tapped on it quickly as he started to move- "There he is! That's him," I said quickly. 

"Scroll back." Scott rushed out. 

Mr. Stilinski did as instructed and once he pulled the footage back enough, anyone that knows Matt would be able to tell that it was him from how he was standing and from how his hair looked. Stiles nodded, "That's him. That's Matt."

"All I see is the back of someone's head?" Mr. Stilinski stated on confusion.

I nodded, "Yeah, Matt's head."

"Yeah. I sit behind him in History. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." Stiles added for good measure. We were one hundred percent sure that this was Matt, maybe it didn't appear as obvious to people who don't know him, but that is definitely him.

"Are you two crazy?" His dad asked in total shock.

I sighed, "Alright fine, then look at his jacket. How many people do you know that wear black leather jackets like that?"

"Millions. Literally." He dead-panned. 

"Right... that probably wasn't the best argument," I muttered, damnit. 

My brother rolled his eyes, "Alright can we maybe scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the camera's."

Mr. Stilinski continued to scroll through the footage and Matt popped up again by the elevator, "Right there! Stop! Stop, see there he is again!" Stiles blurted.

"You mean there's the back of his head again." His dad replied. 

I gasped, "Oh my god, he's talking to our mom!"

Scott's eyes widened, "We have to call her."

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While Scott called our mom, I decided to take a potty break. I literally chugged so much punch at Lydia's party and I haven't had the time to empty my bladder for hours. It's sad really, how short the amount of time I can hold my bladder for is. Do all girls have like a smaller bladder than guys? Because for some reason we always have to pee a lot more than they do. Oh what does it mater? 

I walked out of the bathroom, and started to wipe my wet hands on my jeans- why am I not surprised that they don't have any paper towels? As I got to the front office, I noticed that the secretary wasn't here... I glanced around awkwardly, but she didn't appear to be anywhere near. 

"Hello?" I called out as I walked behind the desk, only to trip over something. Luckily I grabbed on to the desk before I could hit the floor. I glanced down at the ground and saw the secretary laying on the ground, blood covering her chest and her shirt had rips in it. Kanima claw rips. 

I quickly turned around so I could bolt down the hall to warn Stiles, Scott, and Mr. Stilinski- but I froze in place as Matt stood there, pointing a gun directly at my face. My eyes widened as he cocked his head to the side, "Move." 

"Matt, what are you-"

He narrowed his eyes, "I said move."

I flinched as he grabbed my arm roughly and shoved me in the direction of the hallway. This is not good. I could feel my heart pounding against my rib-cage as my stomach started to churn, he is going to kill someone. I feel like I'm about to get sick. 

As I walked in to the office, Mr. Stilinski's eyes were on me the second I crossed through the door. Stiles and Scott turned around, and when they saw me being held at gunpoint their eyes widened. Matt had a tight grip on my upper arm as he held me in place by the door, and he was squeezing the hell out of me. I was trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of fear that was pumping through my veins at the moment. I locked eyes with Stiles in attempt to calm myself down, but I could tell just from his stance that he was on the verge of freaking out. His eyes were wide and he was breathing a hit faster than he should be. 

"Matt? It's Matt right?" Mr. Stilinski asked slowly as he held his hands up in the air. 

Matt nodded as he smirked, I swallowed the lump in my throat as the tension in the room began to build. I need to get away from him, what if he shoots me? Deaton said that I don't heal quickly unless a supernatural force is the thing that hurts me, and Matt is human. 

"Matt, whatever's going on, I can guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." Mr. Stilinski added. 

Matt's grip on my arm tightened, "You know it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

My eyes widened as I realized he was talking about Jackson, he's here somewhere in the building and we have no idea where. How are we supposed to even get out of this situation? My mind is all over the place right now, and I can't seem to think of a way to get out of here without someone getting hurt. 

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

Matt chuckled, "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 to dial someone on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That--that could definitely get someone hurt," And just for dramatic effect he pressed the gun against my side. 

Stiles went to move but Scott grabbed on to him, the last thing we need is him to rush at Matt and get shot. Matt chuckled against he pulled the gun away from me gestured to the three of them across the room, "Everyone, cell phones out. Now!"

They all set their phones on the table, mine was in my pocket. Great. Matt reached around the front of me and pulled the phone out of my pocket slowly, his hand brushing against the bare skin of my stomach that was exposed from him jerking me around and getting my shirt all thrown off course. I bit down on the inside of my cheek as he smirked to himself and tossed the phone on the desk. 

This can't end well.

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"Tighter," Matt ordered Stiles. He had made us all move to the holding room and had Stiles handcuff his dad to the wall. I was still being held on to, and it was making me feel even more uneasy than before. He was holding on to me roughly, and I knew there was going to be a bruise there. A very big bruise. 

Stiles huffed as he tightened the handcuff, Matt then gestured down the hall and shoved Stiles and Scott out of the room. As we passed a hallway, we saw three bodies laying in the hall dead- blood splattering the walls and pooling on the floor. 

"What are you just going to kill everyone in here?!" Scott demanded as we stood there, all looking at the scene with wide eyes. 

Matt chuckled, "No. That's what Jackson's for, and I just think about who I want killed- and then he does it. Now move."

He led us back into the office, and pushed me down in a chair. Stiles' eyes were locked on me as I tried to give him my best look of assurance, so far Matt hasn't really hurt me- and I really don't want Stiles to do something stupid. Scott is playing this whole being held captive thing very well, and he knows that as long as he doesn't do something stupid then Matt won't shoot anyone. 

"Scott start shredding the files. Stiles, delete all of the files on the computer. Do it now." Matt ordered as he sat down in the chair beside me. Stiles bit his lip in anger as he stomped over to the computer and started typing on the keyboard. Scott grabbed some papers off of the desk and started to put them through the paper shredder. 

Matt glanced at me and chuckled, "You probably do think I'm crazy, but I really do like you." 

I swallowed nervously as I watched Stiles intently, I could see his entire body go rigid as Matt spoke to me. I silently prayed that he wouldn't say something stupid. I love his sarcasm, I really do- but now is so not the time for it. 

"But of course, you're too in love with Stiles to even notice me." Matt remarked as he glanced between Stiles and myself in amusement. 

"Deleted. And we're done. Alright, Matt, so since all of the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first--whatever that means-- I think we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and you can continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima." Stiles said as he glanced up from the computer. 

Lights from a car flashed through the window and I could hear a car parking outside, "Sounds like your guys' mom made it." Matt remarked as he glanced between Scott and myself. 

"What? Why is she here?" I asked in a panic- I wasn't aware of her showing up. I thought that Scott just had to call her? Why did she need to come to the station.

Matt grinned, "Oh, you didn't know? She was here to give a statement that would incriminate me."

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

The sound of the front door opened and my eyes widened. Matt chuckled, "If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first- then I'm gonna kill Kasey, and then I'll kill your mom."

"Please don't!" I said quickly as I jumped out of my seat, Scott rushed over to the door and Stiles was right behind him. Matt wasn't holding on to me anymore, and Stiles wasted no time in grabbing my hand and keeping me as close to him as possible as we walked down the hallway. Matt right behind us. 

Scott stopped at the door that led to the front desk, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it may just stop working and I would die. Matt sighed, "Open the door."

"Matt-"

"Open it, now." He repeated. 

My brother let out a shaky breath as he slowly twisted the door knob and pulled the wooden door open, instead of being met with my mom though- it was Derek who was standing there. He had this odd look on his face, and I don't know why it looked so familiar to me. 

"Oh thank god," Scott breathed out. 

And before we could clue Derek in on what was happening, he fell forwards and landed on the ground. My eyes widened when I saw Jackson standing there, with his skin looking like it was in the halfway point to being the full Kanima. He cut Derek in the back of the neck again, this is not good.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asked in annoyance, it was a bit odd to see him just laying on the ground- but his voice and facial expressions all seemed to be the same, with him being hateful. 

Matt crept closer to him and crouched down a bit, "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad, werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's--that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves. Hunters. Kanimas. Oh, and my personal favorite- which is you by the the way, Kasey- An Admonere. It's like a freaking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

My boyfriend narrowed his eyes at Matt and gave him one of his famous sarcastic remarks, "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of like a winter time thing, so, seasonal." 

Matt nodded and then before any thoughts could register Jackson slashed at the back of Stiles' neck and he fell to the floor. "You bitch!" Stiles grunted as he landed on top of Derek. 

"Hey-" I went to reach for him but Jackson held his hand up and shook his finger at me. The claw was there, and the clear ooze that paralyzed people was dripping from it dangerously. Scott grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him as he narrowed his eyes at Jackson. 

"Get him off of me," Derek grunted.

Matt chuckled, "Oh I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kind of suck, though, to have all that power taken away from 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. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I really am." Derek threatened. What is with him and threatening people with his teeth? He's already threatened to rip my throat out several times with his pearly whites. 

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles moaned. He sounded awful. 

Another vehicle approached in the parking lot, and my eyes widened. Oh no. Matt glanced at Scott and I in amusement, "Is that her?"

"Do what I say and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her," Matt said as he stood up and glanced at Scott. Obviously he didn't want me to interact with my mom for some reason. 

"Scott don't trust him!" Stiles gasped. 

Matt then grabbed Stiles and flipped him over so he was laying on his back, "This work better for ya?" He asked as he pressed his foot to Stiles throat- pressing down on it so he would loose the ability to breathe. 

"Stop! Stop! Matt please!" I screamed as I went to help Stiles, he as choking and I could see his eyes welling up with tears. I can't breathe either, and it's not because I connected myself to Stiles somehow. I can't breathe because the guy I'm in love with is being suffocated right in front of me and there isn't a single thing I can do about it. I can never do anything to save him from things like this, and it's finally hitting me.

Matt glanced at me, "Then do what I tell you to."

I nodded furiously, "Okay! Okay, I will! I'll do whatever you want, just stop hurting him. Please! Please!"

He lifted his foot off of Stiles and shook his head from side to side in irritation. Stiles started to cough as he sucked in the vital air that his lungs needed. I let out a sigh of relief as he started to breathe normally again. 

"Can I trust that you won't do anything stupid if I let you stay with them?" Matt asked me as he nodded his head towards Stiles and Derek. 

I nodded again, "Yes."

"Fine. Go wait in the office, Jackson take them in there. Scott, come with me." Matt directed as he pushed Scott out into the hallway. 

I watched with a horrified look on my face as Jackson grabbed Stiles and Derek by the arm and started to drag them down the hall. What am I supposed to do? I awkwardly followed after them, and once we were in the office and Jackson dropped them and walked to the wall, I rushed over to Stiles and crouched down on the floor beside him.

"Are--are you okay?" I stammered as I lifted his head so it was in my lap, I was gripping on to his shoulders entirely too tightly, but he couldn't feel it. His eyes were welled up with tears and his face was flushed, he looked so scared. 

He blinked rapidly as he let out a shaky breath, "Fine. Are you okay?"

"Not really, no." I laughed quietly as I felt a tear roll down my face, I hastily wiped it away as I glanced over my shoulder at Jackson. He was just standing by the wall with his eyes glued directly on me. He was certainly doing his job of watching me very well.

I then glanced at Derek and let out a sigh, "Derek... this is probably a dumb question, but are you okay? Do you have any feeling at all?" 

"No. I can't move at all." He huffed in annoyance. 

A gunshot went off and I heard my mom let out a scream. My eyes widened as I jumped up and bolted out of the room, Jackson didn't come after me- but I guess running out into the middle of this was a bad idea. I had been so worried about Scott and my mom, that I didn't even think about the fact that whatever weird ability I had would pop up and make itself known at this exact moment. So when I slid into the front office and I saw Scott leaning against the bench holding his bloody side, it didn't register to me why my mom started screaming when she saw me. Nor did it register why Scott and Matt were looking at me uneasily. 

It did register though when I felt the burn in my lower side. I glanced down to see my gray shirt soaking up blood that was gushing out of me. At first I thought that it could just be someone else's blood, but when I touched the fabric and my finger hit the small bullet hole on my skin, I let out a shriek and pressed my hand against it. 

"Kasey!" My mom cried out as she went to reach for me, but Matt held the gun up to stop her. 

He glanced at me in wonder as he looked at mine and Scott's bullet holes, "That is so fascinating. Alright, get up McCall. Let's go, or I will shoot her." 

Scott scrambled up and I was trying to tell myself that the pain wasn't as bad as it was, but that was a lie. My entire body was burning as I tried to keep the tears from pouring out of my eyes. As weird as this sounds, I can almost feel the wound already starting to hell- this time it is healing a lot faster than it did with Peter's bites. I remember Deaton telling me that if I am connected or linked with someone I care about, my pack, then the wound would heal faster as well. Maybe the fact that Scott is a wolf means I can get his fast healing abilities. 

Matt led us in to the holding room, where Mr. Stilinski was sill handcuffed to the wall. Matt had shoved my mom into the jail cell and locked her in. I was currently standing beside Scott as we both held our hands to our wounds identically. 

"Matt, they need to see a doctor." My mom cried, her make-up was running down her face and she looked awful. 

I shook my head from side to side, "Mom it doesn't hurt."

"No, honey, that's just the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me-- let me just take a look at them, okay? I mean, I can stop the bleeding." My mom pleaded as she looked at Matt. 

Matt turned to face my brother and I quickly, "They have no idea, do they?"

"Please-"

"Shut up! Shut-- shut-- shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through their head's." Matt snapped as he got close to the bars so he was practically in my mothers face. 

The wound was starting to heal even faster, and I could hardly feel any of the pain anymore. This is so weird. How does this link thing even work? I mean, seriously- I am healing like I'm a werewolf, when I'm clearly not. 

"Okay.." My mom said quietly. 

Matt sighed as he turned around to face us again, "Back to the front you two. Now."

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So I'm finally posting these two chapters, the next authors note will explain what happened and why it took so long to get them both posted! xx