"Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak, 'cause they all sit and stare with their eyes, oh, I'm just a girl, take a good look at me, just your typical prototype" ~ Just a Girl by No Doubt
Warning: there is talk of death, specifically self un-aliving
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"So this kid's the real killer?" Mr. Stilinski asked, looking at the previous year's yearbook.
Stiles had underlined Matt's name and circled his picture; they stood in his room.
"Yeah", Stiles answered.
Mr. Stilinski wasn't buying and it delved into him and Stiles arguing for a few moments before roping Scott into it; Leia pawed at her leg and she grabbed the little dog, letting herself be licked..
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you gotta trust us", Scott pleaded.
"It's Matt! He knew how to plant evidence to make Harris look guilty", Stiles said, glancing at her.
"Ok, let's say I buy this. What motive does he have for most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles said, "our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years."
They all looked at Stiles as she said, "So, we don't have a clear motive yet, but Harris doesn't either."
Mr. Stilinski sighed before asking what they needed, to which Scott responded that they needed to see the evidence. Mr. Stilinski responded that it wouldn't happen since he doesn't work at the station anymore, but Stiles argued that they would let Mr. Stilinski in and asked him to trust him.
His dad gave him a look.
"Okay, trust... Scott", Stiles said.
"Scott, I trust. Y/N, I trust. Hell, I trust the dog."
Now at the police station, with Mr. Stilinski giving her dad a heads up, they watched as Mr. Stilinski talked to the officer that ran the front desk before Stiles whispering to them that they needed to get ahold of the medical records because all but one murder was done by Jackson: the murder of the woman who had given birth.
Luckily they were soon let through with her dad ushering them into a room with the hospital footage pulled up, but he was telling them that there had been a huge pile up that caused the hospital to be busy that night the pregnant girl had died.
"He had to have passed one of the cameras", she muttered.
They watched for a few more seconds before Scott exclaimed, "wait! Go back, that's him! That's Matt."
With the video rewinded back a few seconds and paused, Y/N saw Matt's familiar hooded leather jacket despite it only being a view of the back of his head.
"All I see is the back of someone's head", Mr. Stilinski said with a frown.
"Yeah, Matt's head", Stiles argued, "I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."
"You really hate the guy, don't you?" Y/N remarked, Stiles pouted a bit.
"Alright, fine", Stiles said, "Dad, look at his jacket. How many people do you know who wear leather jackets?"
Y/N blinked as Scott and Mr. Stilinski looked at her, then at Stiles.
"Let me rephrase: black leather jackets", Stiles said, "just fast forward, maybe we can see his face somewhere."
Only once it was fast-forward did they see that Matt was speaking to one of the nurses on staff that night, specifically Scott's mom, Melissa.
"He looks evil", Stiles chimed in on Scott's phone conversation with his mom.
YOU ARE READING
Y/N the Vampire Slayer (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)
أدب الهواة"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." ~ BtVS Moving to Beacon Hills was meant to be a fresh start for her, well as fresh of a start a Slayer...
