Variations

Fury - 2

"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Mellssa questioned her son over the phone.

"This one's sixteen, he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager." Scott said trying to explain Matts features.

"Yeah, he looks evil!" Stiles shouted loud enough for Melissa to hear.

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

"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He snapped a picture of our yearbook at Matt's picture and sent it.

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

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

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall."

Mud, like the mud from the trailer park where Jackson killed the boyfriend. 

"Scott, what's going on?"

"It's-it's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." Scott said rapidly as he cut the call.

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site." Stilinski said as he opened and searched folders.

I nodded. "And, if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders-- the trailer, the hospital, and the rave." I said listing the places where the murders took place. How did we not realize it sooner. He was also there nearly every place Jackson attacked us as the kanima.

"Actually, four." Stilinski corrected me. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?" Stiles questioned not having known.

"A couple hours before you got there."

"All right, Dad-- if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles asked him with 4 fingers raised.

"Four's enough for a warrant." I fist bumped the air and clapped hands with Stiles and Scott. Yes! We got him! "Scott, call your mom back. See how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant."

Scott nodded and started to call his mom. "Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it."

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"She's on her way here." Scott informed us after he got off the phone with his mom. I smiled widely. We'll get justice for all the people he killed, for that baby girl.

Stilinski suddenly paused looking forward.

"Sheriff?"

I turn around to see what he was staring at and I too froze. Stiles came through the front door, with Matt holding a gun to his head behind him. No.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Stilinski said to him. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." 

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." Matt replied. I clench my hands into fists at my sides.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"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 somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing."

Scott quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and closed his eyes in fear.