Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

forty-two; exposed

I walk in short, but quick steps down the hallway again. I don't stumble as Matt bumps the gun into my right shoulder blade, but instead stare at the back of Stiles' head as my focusing point. Stiles hesitates for only a second as we reach the door of the office and I know he is worried about the fact that his dad is standing in that room. 

I follow behind Stiles as both Scott and the Sheriff look up at us. Almost instantly Stiles' dad stands up straight and I see him lock eyes on Matt with the gun. I feel my jaw clench as Matt moves into the room and keeps the gun pointed at me as the Sheriff speaks up, "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt smirks and finally lowers the gun away from me to the floor, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

Sheriff Stilinski shakes his head and puts his hands up in a negotiator type of way, "I know you don't wanna hurt people." I have a strong feeling that couldn't be farther from the truth.

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded," I hold in a gasp of shock as Matt grabs my upper arm and pulls me closer. Thankfully he doesn't aim the gun back at me directly, but I notice it move toward my direction. "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That--that could definitely get someone hurt." 

I see Scott's hand quickly slip out his front pocket before he sends me an apologetic look. I try to express through my eyes that this isn't his fault, but I jump in surprise when Matt lifts the gun and points to the desk in front of us, "Phones. Now"

Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff all take their cells out placing them on the desk. I don't move until Matt pushes me forward slightly and I see the gun raise again my peripheral vision. I remove my phone from my pocket and toss it onto the desk. In the movement I see the screen light up showing the 2 missed calls and texts from Derek. Without thinking I reach out to pick it back up, but instead Matt's hand closes around it. 

My eyes widen slightly as he looks up from the screen back to me, "I think your boyfriend can wait." He throws the phone back onto the desk before wrapping his hand tightly around my upper arm. A hiss leaves my lips at the pressure of his grip and he lifts the gun, pointing it at the other three. "Let's move. Go, now." I look back to my phone one last time, seeing Derek's name flashing across the screen as he calls once more.

They all start moving out of the room, Matt and me walking behind them. I swear his hand only tightens more as we move down the hallway before we walk into the room with holding cells. Matt hands Stiles a pair of cuffs and nods for the Sherriff to take a seat on the bench. Stiles just stares at Matt with an expression I don't think I've ever seen him have before as he turns and locks the cuffs around his father's wrist and then bench. 

"Tighter," Matt smirks when Stiles glares at him even deeper. When he doesn't move to tighten the cuffs Matt lifts the gun and points it directly to my temple. 

I blink rapidly, remembering to control my breathing before Stiles gives in and locks the cuffs tighter. Matt seems satisfied and points the gun to the other doorway to gesture for the boys to move. Again, we walk behind the two and I clench my fist lightly as the familiar tingly feeling returns. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on it more, but when Scott stops quickly and stares horrified down another hallway it distracts me. He turns to look back at Matt with shocked disgust, "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?"

Matt momentarily lets go of my arm and I lean forward to see the multiple mutilated bodies of officers lay across the hallway. Matt just laughs lightly, looking in like it's nothing out of the norm, "No, that's what Jackson's for," He shoves Stiles then Scott forward down the hall further before gripping my arm again to follow. He sends me a smirk and suddenly my skin crawls like I'm surrounded by cockroaches, "I just think about killing them, and he does it."