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REBELLION
Chapter Thirty Eight:
"Kanima Master's Fury."
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ONCE THEY GET back to the office, Matt demanded them to get rid of any evidence pointing to him at once, so the three best friends got busy on doing that. Annabeth was helping Scott with shredding the files, while Stiles was at the computer deleting everything they had on him. All the while, Matt was humming in the office chair watching them as he waved his gun in his hand. Once she and Scott had nothing left but empty files in hand she just looked at Matt and showed him she had no more to shred.

"Deleted." Stiles spoke up after stabbing one of the keys on the row of the computer, he glanced up at she and Scott. "And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first—"

"Whatever the fuck that means." Annabeth cut in with a mutter with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I think we're good here, right?" Stiles askd him as he glanced at the threshold of the room, "So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue your whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima." Then he meets eyes with her, "And leave Annabeth alone, all right? No more pervy pictures." As Stiles finished his sentence there's a shadow of a car lights shining through the window.

Fuck, they forgot that Melissa was coming!

Matt grinned, "Looks like your mom's here, Mccall."

Scott's eyes widened in alarm and concern for his mother, "Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door I'll just tell her to leave." He explains in an attempt to persuade Matt not to hurt his mother in any way, shape, or form. "I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt." He begs him desperately, then they all hear the sound of the door opening in the front of the station, it grabs her attention as she looks towards the threshold.

"If you don't move... Now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first." Annabeth's breath hitches at Matt's words, "Then next is Annabeth, and your mom."

That was all it was all it took to get the three of them to shuffle towards the threshold as Matt walked behind them with the gun pointed to them. Then he nudged her with the barrel again because she wasn't moving, but she couldn't help it that she was borderline having a panic attack and her limbs started to tremble, she's shaking like a damn leaf right now. They walked out of the room and stood nearby the door that Scott's mom was making her way to, Matt stood there and glared at Scott expectantly.

"Open it." He demanded him.

"Please." Scott begged him, desperately.

"Open. The. Door." Matt said, putting emphasis on every word.

Scott slowly walked over to the door and reached out for the door handle, then he turned it and the door opened. But the person standing behind it wasn't his mom, but none other than Derek Hale. "Oh, thank god." Scott murmured, but in just milliseconds any hope that any of them had was gone. Because suddenly, Derek was falling forward to the ground in a paralyzed heap.

And then... all of the air in Annabeth's throat escaped her, because standing right behind Derek was Jackson Whittemore, only he was half Kanima. Dark scales covering the left side of his face, his normally ocean blue eyes a cold and distant gray, and the claws on the ends of his fingers sharp and ready to cut through flesh if need be.