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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 as she fought against the torrent of tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her attempts to hold back the emotions seemed to stretch on endlessly, her struggle evident in the heaviness that weighed upon her.
Noah Stilinski, seemingly Matt's biggest threat at the moment, had been shepherded out the office, cuffed and restrained to a wall outside one of the cells after his attempt to plead with the troubled manic who now held three teens at gun point in a compressed, dark room.
The trio were shaken up as they'd caught a glimpse of Matt's wrath, a hallway of multiple bloodied police officers, stomachs torn and crimson red seeping down their chests.
Paper crackled as it was shred on demand in a grinding machine. All the evidence, every single thing that could be used against Matt was being obliterated into tiny, illegible pieces. A final key clicked a few feet away from the shredder as Stiles deleted the last of the video files.
"Deleted," Stiles spoke quietly to avoid a rile up. "And, we're done. Alright, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered it deserved it killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right?"
Yet, no matter how hushed the Stilinski boy's tones were, that didn't stop him poking fun and referencing to Matt's confusing confession he, his father and Scott had been on the end of earlier.
"I'll just get my dad and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."
With a tight smile, Matt sat up straighter in his seat, the sleek gun still aimed at the teens, but, he didn't get a chance to counter Stiles' reasoning as the attention was diverted to a vehicle approaching outside.
"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."
In the mist of everything that had been happening, Matt had confiscated each and every device in the precinct so, therefore, Melissa McCall had not been contacted nor warned to abandon her journey here.
"Matt, don't do this." Scott pleaded, his voice wavering. "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."
A door creaked open not far away, alerting Scott, Stiles and Lizzie more.
A dry chuckle slipped Matt's lips as he stood up tauntingly slowly. "If you don't move," He edged across the room to where Lizzie stood rigidly. "I'm gonna put a bullet through her skull."
