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CHAPTER 42: THE KANIMA
STRIKES BACK.
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"Didn't I tell you to never touch me, again?"

"Shut up and walk, Lois." Matt spat, pressing the gun into the spot between her shoulder blades. She flinched but sped up a fraction, making him snicker. He mocked her, "Scared of guns?"

"No, I just love killing machines." Lois bit back, smiling sarcastically in attempt to keep herself from crumbling.

The truth was, Lois was terrified. But, who wouldn't be? With the guy who was controlling the kanima and borderline stalking her pressing a gun to her back, it was only normal for Lois to be scared. Especially after the day that she'd had. Lois had nearly drowned only hours before, and just when things had started to look up and they thought that they were going to get him put behind bars, Matt had decided to make a dramatic entrance.

She was just perfect.

"Good, because you might be it's next subject." He retorted, equally as bitter in his tone. "You know— this could have been avoided, Lois. All you guys had to do was ignore it. Acted as if none of this was happening, as if you hadn't found out what I was doing. If you have just left it alone, it could have been different."

Lois frowned, "And let you keep killing people?"

"Exactly."

With another shove to the back with his gun, Lois stumbled into Stilinski's office with a grimace. The girl peered up at those in the room and sighed, trying to ignore the worry upon their faces. She attempted to walk towards her three friends and the sheriff but she was yanked back by the shirt, unable to move very far before she was falling into Matt. Lois scrambled away from him as much as she could, not wanting to be anywhere near the boy that had been stalking her and killing innocent people, but settling for his hand holding her wrist. The touch made her cringe, but it was better than having his arm wrapped around her neck.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Noah put our a gentle hand, his tone calm and ready to negotiate with the murders in front of him, his daughter-like figure in his clutches. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt mocked a laugh, "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 want to hurt people." He tried, again.

"Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people." The boy told him and shrugged his shoulders dramatically, pulling Lois' arm down with him. "You guys weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cellphone, just like McCall is doing." Scott pulled his hand out of his pocket faster than lightning, wincing at the fact he had been caught. "That could definitely get someone hurt."

"Everyone." Matt pointed at the table with his gun, "Now!"

They all placed their phones onto the desk, Lois begrudgingly passing her own mobile over to Stiles so that he could put it down for her. She rolled her eyes when Matt still didn't let her go.

Matt tugged Lois' closer to his side, directing everyone to exit the office. Luna held onto Stiles' hand tightly, allowing him to push her in front of him so that Matt wouldn't be near her — Scott following alongside Sheriff. The murderer pulled Lois with him as he forced them into the holding cells, instructing Stiles to grab a pair of handcuffs and chain his father to the wall. He was hesitant to do so, but when the gun was pointed at his fathers head, the boy was quick to follow his commands.

"Come on," Matt hurried, "Tighter."

Stiles sent him a blank look, unimpressed with the instructions. When Noah saw this his son wasn't cooperating, he nodded at him slowly, to show that it was alright. As a sheriff, he had been in situation like these before. He had heard about more of them.

"Do what he says, Stiles."

Matt then proceeded to take the teenagers out of the holding cells, walking behind them with his gun pressed against Lois' head as leverage. Each of them complied, shooting Sheriff one last, lingering look, and filed into the hall. They walked wherever he directed them to, making their way through the station and to the next room he had in mind. As they moved, Lois and her friends couldn't help but noticed the trail of blood that stained the floor in several directions, leading their eyes to a pile of bodies, all of which belonged to ever deputy that had been unfortunate enough to be on duty that night. Lois tore her eyes away from the sight and tried to hold in the contents on her stomach, her face pale.

"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked their captor, not wanting to believe how many people had died at the hands of a murderous teenager.

"No, that's what Jackson's for." Matt almost laughed at the question. He looked at the bodies with a smirk on his face, a smirk with a twisted type of enjoyment and satisfaction that Lois was sure that only psychopaths could ever feel, "I just think about killing them and he does it, for me."

   A shiver crawling down her spine, Lois mirrored everyone else's movements when they carried on down the hall by command, a fearful, angry tension lingering in the air. They were told to turn left and complied, finding themselves in the evidence room, half of which was strewn across Stiles' father's desk. Lois peered over at Stiles, their eyes meetings at the exact same moment, a thing that they had been doing since they were born. She watched him for a moment, his eyes speaking more than he was allowed to say with words, and she nodded.

   They both had a good idea of what Matt was about to make them do, and it was found to ruin everything. The investigation would be over, he would look like a guilt-free man, and Harris would probably go down.

   Everything that they had worked so hard to prove, would all have been a waste of time. Lois and Stiles just knew it.

   Lois looked away.

    "McCall, Thomas," he pointed the gun at the two teenagers that were more trustworthy than the other two, knowing fully well that they would try to fool him. Matt didn't feel like being fooled, nor right now. It wouldn't end up nicely for anyone, "Pick up anything you can find with my name on it. Documents, weird sighting of a lizard, yearbooks — pick them up."

   The pair seemed to stand still for a second, eyes focused on the gun, only snapping back into reality when he thrust it towards them a second time. Stiles clenched his jaw.

    "I said, pick them up!"

   Luna and Scott didn't waste anymore time, making their way over to the shelves and drawer units and digging through them, trying to find anything that could have been linked to Matt or the case. It took a while, but they eventually held in their arms every single thing that they had managed to find, other than the plethora of files and books on the sheriff's desk. Matt smiled in satisfaction and pointed them all out of the room, using his gun to save them along.

    "That wasn't so hard," he remarked, "Was it?"

   The teenagers knew better than to reply.

   They stayed silent until they made their way back into the office, Lois rolling her eyes when he told her to sit down in the chair, where he could see her at all times. It was a move that annoyed her, but one that she also thought was rather wise of him.

   As much as she hated to, and as much as she wished he would stop staring at her, the Lane girl had to give him credit, there. If anyone was going to stupidly launch herself foreword and try to beat the living daylights out of him, right now, it was definitley going to have been Lois.

   For the next twenty minutes, Lois and Luna deleted files off of the computer while Stiles and Scott shredded every physical copy that they had found. From the CCTV footage at the hospital, to the footprints he had left behind, and pictures of Harris' car that he had strategically stolen in order to frame someone else; the four teenagers sat there, and got rid of it all. Any trace of Matt being linked to the case was gone, so much that it might as well have never been a case at all. There was nothing left. Not a sheet of paper, not a word document, not even a sticky note on Stilinski's pin board. Nothing. It was all gone.

    "Last one."

   Stiles huffed, slotting the last sheet of paper into the shredder and turned, "And we're done. Alright—- so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first — whatever the hell that means — I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You cam continue on the whole vengeance thing, or whatever."

   Lois nodded, "Yeah, enjoy the kanima."

Before he could serve back a comment about shooting her pretty little brains out, headlights shone through the window and hit the blinds. Matt smirked to himself while Scott sucked in a breath.

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

"Matt, don't do this." The teen wolf begged, his heart heavy in his chest. He soared a glance as Lois and sighed, "When they comes to the door, I'll just tell them to leave, okay? I'll tell them we didn't find anything. Please, Matt—"

"They?"

He ignored Matt's question and chewed on his lip. Scott's eyes wondered to where Lois sat once again, unable to lie to her about what he had done. Scott hadn't meant to do it, he wouldn't have even dreamt of it if he had known what was going to happen, but he hadn't known that Matt would hold them at gun point. How could he?

She didn't seem to notice the way he was looking at her, at first, but when he started to speak, her heart dropped to the bottom of her chest. Lois finally understood.

"I'm sorry, Lois." His words were sincere, "I didn't know—!"

"We have another guest?" Matt hummed, raising a brow at the girl he was obsessed with. "Your daddy at the door, Lois?"

She grit her teeth together and glared at him, wanting nothing more than to slap the mocking pout right off of his face. Lois couldn't believe that she had ever felt bad about rejecting him. If she had been aware of just how much of a creep he really was, she wouldn't have made an excuse to get out of the rave. The girl would have just sent him away, bags packing. Then she wouldn't have had to go on the fake date with Isaac, and she could have continued her life boy-free.

The only men that Lois needed were her father, Scott and Stiles.

"Time to answer it, McCall." Matt smiled deviously, watching as the boy cast his sorrowful eyes back at Lois. He hummed in a sarcastic tone, "Feel bad that you got her dad stuck in this?"

"It's alright..." She told him. And, in a way, it was. While she didn't want her father to be caught up in this mess that they had made, it wasn't Scott's fault. Her father was a lawyer, it was only natural that he had gotten his mother to bring him along. It made sense. But when Scott didn't look away from her, Lois sent him a small smile and nodded her head softly, "Scott, it's okay."

Matt was growing impatient.

    "If you two don't move, right now, I'm going to kill Stiles and Luna first. Then your mom and your dad, and then both of you." He threatened the duo, "Now, I'd suggest you open that door. Trust me when I say, you don't want to see me when I'm angry."

Lois pushed herself up from her chair and, as expected, Matt grabbed her wrist and pushed her in front of him. Scott followed alongside the brunette, which left Luna and Stiles trailing behind as they made their way to the front doors of the station, the tension thick.

"Open it." Matt shoved Scott foreword.

Scott let out a breath, "Please—"

"Open the door!"

Unable to argue any longer, Scott reached out for the handle, slowly twisting it and praying that his mother and Lois' father hadn't turned up at all. He clamped his eyes shut and pulled the door open, waiting for a moment, not hearing his mother's voice asking if he was alright and what was going on. Sensing a familiar present, one that wasn't family, Scott's eyes shot open and upon seeing none other than Derek Hale at the door, he sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank god—!" He muttered to himself.

Lois released the breath that she didn't know she had been holding, "I've never been so happy to you in my life."

But, Derek didn't lunge at Matt like they had expected. He didn't do anything, because he couldn't. They watched his body fall foreword and hit the ground, Lois jumping back with a cringe when he landed at her feet. She looked back up to the doorframe to see Jackson stood their, half-human and half-kanima. He had noticed her staring and hissed.

"This is the one controlling him?"

   Derek looked Matt up and down, and snickered, "This kid?"

"Well, Derek— not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Matt noticed their pale faces, "Oh, yeah! That's right, I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party!"

He stared between the three humans and rose a brow, "I know that Lois turns into a giant bitch when the full moon is up—" she glared at him, a look that Matt ignored. "—so what about you, Stiles? Luna? You don't really seem like the werewolf type, so I'm curious. What is it that you guys turn into?"

"Abominable snowman, Elsa." Stiles pointed to himself and then at Luna, tone sarcastic as ever, "But, uh— it's more of, like, a wintertime thing— you know? Seasonal."

Luna nodded her head and crossed her arms, sending Matt a tight smile. He evidentially didn't like their little comments and looked at Jackson, the boy immediately raising his hands to the back of their necks and swiping with his claws. Stiles was first to hit the ground, landing on top of Derek, Luna shortly following and meeting the floor instead of something that could cushion her fall. Lois cringed and moved to help her, but Matt pulled her back to his side — she wasn't allowed to go anywhere.

"Hey!" Scott snapped, but Jackson stopped him.

"You bitch!"

"Get him off of me—" Derek grunted, his words regarding the boy that laid onto of him, whose comment had been muffled by the werewolf's chest. He grit his teeth and flared his nostrils, wanting to rip Matt to smithereens.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek..." Matt knelt down at his side, his voice patronising. He looked over at the blonde girl and chuckled menacingly. "I think that you two make a pretty good pair, but I better not say that in front of Luna, huh? She might get jealous, I know that she gets upset easily."

He continued when Derek's eyes flashes red knowing that he had hit him in a sore spot. He cared for Luna more than anyone, and no one would ever understand it. She was like his sister, even if she didn't want to act like it. Matt liked seeing him angry, "It must kind of 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, huh? How's it feel?"

"Still got some teeth." Derek retorted, "Why don't you get down here a little closer? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles mumbled.

   A knock on the door made them Scott and Lois jump back, and brought Matt to a standing position. They each stared at the door anxiously, all for different reasons.

    "Is that them?" Matt asked to which Scott nodded, able to recognise their heartbeats. He nodded and gestured for him to opens the door, "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt them. I won't even let Jackson near them,"

   Stiles tried to shake his head, "Don't trust him!"

    "This work better for you?" Matt yanked Stiles onto his back, causing the boy to groan when his head collided with the wooden floor. He didn't even looked down at Stiles when pressed his foot against the boys chest. Stiles' face turned red, then transitioned to a dangerous shade of purple, veins in his forehead popping.

    "Stop it!" Lois shrieked. She couldn't deal with Stiles being in pain and she threw herself towards him, only to have Matt point the gun at her forehead, forcing her back up. "Matt, stop—!"

    "Get off of him!" Luna cried out, unable to see her boyfriend but able to hear him choking.

    "Stop!" Scott yelled, "Okay, just stop!"

   Matt clenched his jaw, "Then do what I tell you to."

    "Okay! Alright—"

    "We'll do what you say! Just stop it, Matt—" Lois pleaded, heart in her throat and tears in her eyes, "You're hurting him! Please—!"

   Both friends let out a sigh of relief when he took his foot off of Stiles' chest, leaving the sheriff's son to gasp for air. Lois pursed her lips to try and stop herself from bursting into tears, wanting to keep the waterworks at bay, to not show weakness. But Stiles was one of her weaknesses; by hurting him, Matt was hurting her. It was like the two were connected, they felt one another's pain.

    "You, take them in there." Matt pointed Jackson to a different room in the station, grabbing Lois' arm tightly, and she knew that she would have a bruise by tomorrow. He pointed his gun back at Scott, "You two are coming with me."

   When Jackson had dragged Stiles, Derek and Luna into the next room, Matt motion for Scott to open the door while he held Luna to his chest. Scott hesitated, so he pushed the gun to her temple.

   Seeing her flinch was what made Scott open the door, unable to stop Matt from forcing him to. He unlocked the door and pulled it ajar, stepping back a few paces and biting his lip as he watched his mother and Matthew Lane walk through. Scott said nothing, and Lois had to bite her lip to not tell them to run.

    "You scared us on the phone," Melissa laughed lightly with Lois' father behind her.

   Matthew nodded, "Where is every—?"

   He wasn't able to finished his words as he looked up, Melissa following his gaze and gasping. The sight of his daughter with a gun to her head had stunned him to silence.

   It was one that he'd never forget.

    "Mom, just do what he says." Scott coaxed gently, "He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

   Lois nodded her head slowly, the water begging to leak from her tear ducts and trail down her cheeks. She looked at her father and let out a shaky breath, "Scott's right. Just listen to him and he won't hurt you, okay? Please, dad—"

    "Scott is right." Matt hummed, pretending to think.

   She could hardly process it. One second the gun was pressed into her temple and the next it was aimed at Scott. Lois was sure that she had blacked out for a moment, because when she came back to, there was blood everywhere. Scott had fallen to the floor and was holding his side, groaning at the pain he felt from the bullet wound. It was then that Lois started to sob, uncontrollably for that matter,,her eyes wide and breathing erratic. It took a long moment for her body to react, but when it did, she was kicking and screaming, fighting against Matt's hold on her.

    "Stiles, Lois! Scott?" Sheriff yelled, "What happened?"

    "But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt him."

    "Baby—!" Melissa cried out, trying to get to her son's aid with Matthew right behind her, but Matt forced her backwards.

    "Back!" He shouted, "Both of you, back!"

    "Scott!" Lois shrieked, her body wracking with sobs. Matt held her tightly in his clutches, so she couldn't get to her friend no matter how hard she tried, "Please— Scott!"

   Even though she knew that he would heal, she still felt like he was going to die. The thought gave her chills, as did the metal of the gun with Matt shoved it into her back, making her wince. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and took in shaky breaths, trying to compose herself for everyone else's sake. Lois didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of her.

   Melissa tried to move forward again but Scott shook his head and grunted, "Mom, mom— stop! Mom!"

   Matthew gently grabbed Melissa's arm to stop her from moving, the gun aimed straight at her. His eyes flickered between the gun and to his daughter, his heart breaking. He couldn't lose her, not when he had already lost his wife.

    "I said get back!"

    "Scott—!"

    "Mom, do it." Scott whispered, "Please, mom."

   The two parents carefully stepped back, listening to the command they had been given. Matt observed them and nodded, aiming his weapon at Scott.

    "Get up, McCall."

   Scott followed.

    "Matt?" Stilinski called out from the holding cells, "Matt, listen to me—"

    "Shut— just shut up!" Matt shouted, his body shaking with anger and the urge to kill. Lois let out a cry when his grip started to pinch her skin, too tight and starting to stop the blood flow. But she stayed quiet, nonetheless, in fear of angering him even more than they already had, "Everybody shut the hell up!"

   He moved his gun to be back at Lois' temple, the metal shaft thumping her head and making her whimper.

    "Now, do what I say!" He spat, "Or, I shoot Lois, next!"

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