𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Imagination is More Important than Knowledge

I push another piece of evidence into the shredder, watching the only chance of ending this being torn into illegible trash as Stiles looks up from his dad's computer. "Deleted."

Matt's eyes trail to Scott and me, making him hold up the empty file folder before tossing it onto the desk as Stiles turns to Matt. "We're done. Alright, 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? So I'll just get my dad and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Headlights beam through the blinds as a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

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

His begging only makes Matt smirk. "If you don't move right now... I'm going to kill Stiles first, then Wesley, and finally your mom."

We step outside of Stilinski's office and slowly approach the door that leads to the lobby. I stand next to Stiles as Scott rests his hand around the knob. "Open it."

"Please."

"Open. The. Door." The door slowly clicks open as he turns the knob, though it's not Melissa standing there, it's Derek.

"Oh, thank God," Scott exclaims, but Derek falls forward-stiff as a board-as the Kanima, only half transformed, stands in his place.

Jackson's eyes flicker from his normal blue to the Kanima's slitted ones as he moves around the room, stopping in the doorway of the Sheriff's office as Matt leans over Derek while he stares back up at him, paralyzed from the neck down.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." He comments before twisting to the three of us with a proud smile on his face. "Yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Even Wesley's a freak, though he doesn't put up much of a fight. But you, Stiles, what do you turn into?"

"Abominable Snowman. But, uh, it's more like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal." He retorts, though this only seems to keep on Matt's nerves as he nods at Jackson.

The Kanima instantly slashes Stiles across the nape of his neck before raising his clawed hand to our faces as we try to help him. Stiles' limbs go limp as he falls directly onto Derek's chest. "Bitch!"

"Get him off of me," Derek grunts out as Stiles lays paralyzed on top of him.

Jackson keeps us in our place as Matt kneels down again. "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 you with just a little cut to the back of the neck? I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"I've still got some teeth. Why don't you come a little closer and we find out how helpless I am." Derek threatens, making Stiles agree, "Yeah, bitch."

Another car engine roars from outside, making my eyes linger on Scott as his face drops when Matt turns to him. "Is that her? If the two of you do what I tell you to, I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Don't trust him!" Stiles yells from the linoleum, making Matt kick him away from Derek before placing his shoe against his windpipe, quickly causing his face to turn red.

"Stop, just stop!" Scott pleads.

I take a step forward, making Jackson whip his head in my direction as I beg him to stop. "We'll do what you tell us to, alright? Just, please!"