chapter seventeen
"if I can't have you, no one can"

"SCOTTY, YOU DO REALIZE IT'S two in the freakin' morning?"

Lynn annoyingly glared at her phone while she checked the time, the brightness of her screen blinding her for a moment, and then she pressed the phone back up against her ear. When she didn't hear the boy reply anything, she confusingly furrowed her eyebrows.

"Scott?" Lynn spoke up again, less annoyed, and more curious.

There was movement, Lynn could hear something rub up against the phone speaker to create some noise of friction. Then she realized what had happened, and she rolled her eyes dramatically while placing her finger on the end call button.

"Next time you butt-dial me in the middle of the night—"

"—Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded," a voice interrupted her, and she immediately recognized it belonged to Matt. His voice was muffled though, not like he was directly pressed against the speaker. "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing."

Lynn's once slightly amused yet overall annoyed attitude shifted into concern, and she could feel her pulse shooting through the roof. What in the hell was happening? Was this some sort of prank?

"That — that could definitely get someone hurt," Matt continued, and Lynn was worried about his tone of voice, he sounded utterly and completely angry, like he seemed earlier at the party — frantic and crazed. "Everyone put the phones on the desk, now!"

"Matt, you don't have to do this," Lynn's breathing was still heavily uneven and rapid, and it was even more confused when she recognized Stiles' fathers voice, the Sheriff.

This is most definitely not a prank.

"Shut up! If I—"

That was when the phone ended on Scott's end, and Lynn blinked several times to get her emotions under control. She jumped up immediately from her bed, running a hand though her messy bedhead, and tried understanding what in the hell had just happened.

She didn't know where they were, they never mentioned it, or any descriptions of where they were. The thought flickered in her head at perhaps Matt showed up at the Stilinski house, but that didn't make sense because Scott was heading home after the party, not with Stiles.

Then she figured it out. Maybe they were to be at the sheriff station, no, they had to be there. Since they now knew for certain that the person controlling the kanima was Matt, Lynn was absolutely certain that Stiles wouldn't have gone to sleep, and would've tried convincing his father that the guilty is Matt.

So, she hooked her fingers around her slick leather jacket, and headed out the door, to save her friends.

———

"Maybe I didn't think this plan all the way through."

Lynn was pacing outside the doors of the sheriff station, because the mere second she came within a few feet of the doors — she could smell the blood that was reeking the place. But if she just waltzed in there, Matt, or Jackson for that matter, would surely kill her within an instant.

Just as she was about to throw all rational thoughts away and rush through the doors in at attempt at surprising Matt and Jackson, she was startled when a bright light appeared on her.

She winced from how bright they were, covering her eyes with an arm, but then she recognized the familiar slick black Chevy Cameo, and rushed towards it with much adrenaline.

Derek pulled the car into the first available parking spot, and when he popped his car door open, he looked at Lynn with shock and confusion. "What are you doing here? Hey, about earlier—"

"—No time," Lynn interrupted, and she reached forward to intertwine her finger into those of Derek's, and at first, he recoiled back. But his hard exterior crumbled for a moment, letting a sudden softness escape onto his face. She then started to pull him in the direction of the door, sparkly as quickly and softly as she could. "So, I was just sleeping like a regular person does at two am and then I get a car from Scott, and at first I thought he butt-dialed me, but then I heard Matt threatening Scott and Stiles and the Sheriff. It's Matt, he's the one controlling the kanima."

"They're in there?" Derek asked as the two werewolves came to a halt right outside the glass doors.

"I'm not sure, all I smell is blood," Lynn replied with worry written in her voice, and she glanced up to make eye contact with those gentle green eyes of Derek's. "I was trying to plan something so we—"

Derek completely ignored Lynn as he cracked open the door, stepping into the first entrance, and then he flung open the second one to fully enter the department.

"—Aren't walking into a trap," Lynn finished, groaning so loudly to herself, scolding herself for what she was about to do.

Lynn launched herself forward and caught the door just as it was about to fall closed, and her eyes grew wide as she practically almost ran straight into Matt. She froze in her steps, her eyes flickering around the building, she spotted Stiles and Scott standing a few feet away, and Derek was now on the floor, but his eyes were still on Lynn. Right beside Matt was Jackson, who seemed to have half the body of his human body, and then half of the kanima shape.

"Evelynn, well, you're a sight for sore eyes," Matt mumbled out while flashing her a wide smile, and it was crazed. God, he's really lost his mind. "You just had to show up, right?"

The boy grasped a tight grip of the girls hair, pulling it so tightly she had no choice but to obey the direction he wanted to move. She was then thrown against the wall, her head bumping off the brick, and she felt her vision go in and out for a second.

"Matt," Lynn carefully rose her head up to make eye contact with the boy, and she sent him a sympathetic face. "I know you, you don't want to do this."

"Actually, I do," Matt smiled towards Lynn, his the corners of his lips turning upward, and the sight made her sick to her stomach.

A part of Lynn was convinced the best option right now was to shift into her wolf form, whether it be fully or not. But then she he contemplated the fact that Matt would immediately have Jackson fight her off, and she would only be paralyzed right beside Derek.

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek spoke up, and his tone of voice sounded taunting. "This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf," Matt countered, and Lynn looked with instant shock towards Scott and Stiles, and they looked just as surprised. "Oh, yeah, that's right, I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas, it's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles, what do you turn into?"

Lynn rose herself up from the ground by now, but she couldn't inch anywhere closer to her friends with the way Jackson was eyeing her, so she stayed back.

"Abominable snowman," Stiles grinned towards Matt, sarcasm littering his tongue. Lynn's jaw tensed as she saw the way Jackson stiffened his back, and she knew this wasn't going anywhere good. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

With a flick of his head, Matt signaled towards Jackson, who launched forward and managed to swipe Stiles in the back of his head. But Scott and Lynn yelped out in an attempt at helping him, but Jackson sent them a warning, threatening glare.

"You...bitch," Stiles murmured as the venom began traveling quickly through his veins, making his legs collapse from underneath his body. He fell in a pile of limbs right on top of Derek, and if it wasn't such awful timing, Lynn would've let out a snort of laughter.

"Get him off of me," Derek barked, and then Matt kneeled down beside the boy with amusement crossing his face.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair," Matt grinned, but then he swung on his heels towards Lynn, and her eyes flickered carefully from the gun he had pointed at her then back up at him. "Oh, wait! No, that's you and Evelynn, right?"

Lynn's jaw tensed even further as she still felt the full moon's effect, but she was trying to keep in under wraps, she's been losing control too much and too frequently.

"You know, Lynn, I went to your house one day for more candids, and you looked so beautiful," Matt began, walking slowly towards Lynn where she instinctively backed up, that was until her back hit the brick wall. "But then you know who I saw? Derek. With you. And then I saw him with you again at the party, and then you disappeared, just when he did."

Lynn let out a shaky breath as Matt was now only a foot or so away, and inching closer by the second. Then all of the sudden, he gripped ahold of Lynn's chin and shoved her head straight into the brick wall.

"So, Lynn, are you one too? A werewolf? You can never be too sure."

Lynn felt the tip of the cold gun trace alongside her cheek, and her eyes clasped shut as she tried controlling her temper. If Matt thought she was human, perhaps he wouldn't hurt her thinking she was pretty much useless, and she'd have an opportunity.

"No, I'm not," Lynn stated firmly, but she was happy that Matt didn't have the ability to listen to heartbeats, because she still didn't have hers under control. "I'm being honest with you, Matt, wasn't I always—"

Lynn was interrupted when the butt of the gun slammed into her nose, making an excruciating cracking noise, and Lynn let a whimper of a groan escape her lips unconsciously. Her first instinct was to grip her nose, but she couldn't do that with the way Matt was still holding onto her throat.

"Get your hands off her or I swear to God I'll—" Derek growled, his tone of voice thunderous, and threatening.

"—You'll what?" Matt interrupted while flashing a shaky smirk over towards Derek, where he loosened his grasp on Lynn so she could slide down the wall and holding her gushing nose. "It must kinda suck, 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 fumed, and Lynn could see the way that his anger levels were also growing by the second. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch!" Stiles murmured out, his tone of voice higher than usual, but that was probably due to the fact his face was pressed against Derek's chest.

Before Matt had an opportunity to say anything else, they were interrupted when a flash of lights blurred through the windows. Lynn's eyes flickered over to Scott with confusion, but he only had a worried expression taking over his face.

"Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her, I won't even let Jackson near her," Matt stated, and Lynn was just trying to understand who they were talking about.

Lynn placed her palms against the cold flooring, pushing herself back up after a second of recovering. Her eyes shifted over to Matt, who watched her stand up from the ground and lean against the wall a bit.

"Scott, don't trust him!"

It happened so quickly, Matt had gripped ahold of Stiles' thin flannel and swung him so he would be laying on his back. He raised his foot, and slammed his boot straight on Stiles' chest — immediately making the boy cough out, while his face started to turn a bright red.

"This work better for ya?" Matt deadpanned, his face no longer seemed amused.

"Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott called out, and Lynn tried moving forward to help Stiles, but was interrupted with Jackson stepped in front of her way. He wavered his index finger back and forth, warning her.

She gritted her teeth while sucking in a deep breath, and her eyes flickered down to Stiles, who was gasping for air now that Matt had loosened his shoe on him.

"Matt, Matt!" Lynn shouted to get his attention, and he reluctantly glanced over in her direction, anger and frustration clearly visible on his face. "C'mon, Matt, you don't have to do this. You can just walk out of here, we won't fight."

      "You should've given me a chance, Lynn!" Matt howled, and she was taken completely off guard when he snaked his fingers right back around her neck, and she rose her hands to place them on his arms, giving him a pleading look. "Remember how I said I'm not the type of guy who would say something like, 'well, if I can't have her, no one can'? It's not totally true because, Evelynn, if I can't have you, no one can!"

Lynn peeled open her mouth to hopefully mutter something that would change his mind, she was interrupted when a gunshot echoed throughout the air, and she got her answer.

Her eyes hovered as she glanced down to her stomach, feeling the cold gun that was pointed directed into her abdomen. One shot had went straight through her in her lower left abdomen, and she immediately groaned as the pain soared through her body. But as if that wasn't enough, Matt's fingertip brushed the trigger again, sending another bullet flying in Lynn's stomach, this time only a bit higher than the original.

When Matt's fingers left from around Lynn's neck, she collapsed to the floor while frantically pressing her wounds as tightly as she could, not allowing her to lose too much blood.

"I really liked you, Evelynn, like a lot," Matt explained while kneeling down beside her bloodied body, and it was taking everything inside of her not to bite his throat out. His sweaty fingertip traced alongside her cheek, until he brushed a piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. "You should've just given me a chance."

This was her opportunity.

Lynn laid on her back while still covering her wounds, and she moved so her head would be leaning on the wall. She could already feel the gunshots healing, but perhaps if Matt thought she was dead, she'd have a chance to take him down.

"Scott! Stiles!" Lynn's eyelids fluttered when she heard the Sheriff's voice ring out from down the hall, but it didn't sound like he was coming closer — more like he was stuck somewhere.

"Evelynn!" Scott exclaimed with concern and shock, but when he tried racing to her side, he was interrupted when Matt pointed the bloody gun in his direction.

"If you don't want me to kill your mom, I suggest you listen to every word I say," Matt threatened, and then he directed towards Jackson for the next statement. "You, take 'em in there, don't worry about Lynn, she'll be dead any minute. And then you, with me."

And with that, Matt gestured for Scott to walk first through the hallway to get through the front door — apparently, where his mother would be.

Leaving a 'passed out' Lynn, a paralyzed Alpha, and frozen Stiles Stilinski behind.

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