↳𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 is forced to move to Beacon Hills, after things look up for her brother Jordan. She is terrified of the thing that keeps growing inside of her, whilst she cluelessly watches. She seeks for help from a little pack, yet someone i...
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"So this kid's the real killer?" Sheriff Stilinski speculated. "Yeah." Stiles uttered, referring to Matt.
After everyone evacuated the party Scott said he saw the Kanima right by Matt's side, and boy was Matt furious.
"No way, not a chance." Noah denied. "Dad, come on. The police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? All you have to do is, look through their transcripts, and figure out which class they all had in common." Stiles pleaded.
"Yeah, except the rave promotor, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class." Noah explained. "Alright, you're right, then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Revised Stiles.
The police had already arrested Mr. Harris for all the murders except one of them was out of the rhythm, he supposedly had no reason to murder Kara, so why would he? Only because it isn't him, it's Matt.
"No, they're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." The sheriff attested.
Stiles squirmed in frustration. "Scott, do you believe this?" Noah asked him. "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta' trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott inquired.
"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay? He knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris' class, that they'd arrest him." Stiles exasperated.
"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?" Noah surrendered.
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles expressed. We all shook our heads in confusion. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like six years." Noah dropped his shoulders in disappointment. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet, come on, does Harris?" Stiles begged.
"What do you want me to do?" The sheriff asked. "We need to look at the evidence." I stated. "Yeah, that would be at the station, where I no longer work." He spat.
"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles ridiculously added. "Trust you?" Noah melodramatically pointed at Stiles. "Trust...Them?" Stiles attempted.
"Y/n and Scott I trust." He confirmed.
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The front desk of the sherrif's station was occupied with one deputy as we waited for the sheriff to get us in. "We'll look at the hospital stuff first." Stiles clarified. "Why?" I asked. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one."
