Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

This classifies you as a psychopath

"She's on her way here." Scott says hanging up. I glance up at the Sheriff and he is wide eyed. "Sheriff?" Scott ask before we turn to follow his eyes.

Within a moment Stiles walks in with Matt behind him pressing a gun to his back. "Oh my god." I squeak in fear. Matt shoves Stiles towards us and I quickly wrap my arms around him.

"Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." Stilinski tries reasoning with him.

Matt lets out a scoff. "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

"I know you don't wanna hurt people." The sheriff says keeping his hands up. Stiles arms tighten around my waists.

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing." Scott hand shoots out of his pocket quickly. "That... That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!" Matt yells making Stiles jump a bit.

Honestly I'm not scared for myself right now because I know I can heal, I'm terrified for Stiles and the Sheriff.

"Come on." The sheriff urges placing his phone on the desk. Reluctantly we all do the same.

Matt then takes us to a cell where he makes Stiles handcuff his dad to the wall. "Tighter." Matt demands holding the gun at Stiles.

"Do what he says, Stiles." The sheriff nods. Stiles rolls his eyes but does as he told.

Matt the shoves us all the the lobby. As we're walking down the hall we pass another hallways with a bunch of dead deputies. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott snaps.

An evil grin crosses Matt's face. "No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

I turn to him wide eyed. "You do realize this classifies you as a psychopath right? Like your ass belongs in Eichen!" Stiles eyes go wide at me as Matt stares me down.

"Do you wanna be next?" He ask holding the gun out.

"Try me." I growl flashing my eyes.

"She's kidding she's kidding." Stiles reacts quickly by grabbing by the shoulders and shoving me forward.

Matt then shoved us into the evidence room where he made Stiles, Scott and I erase every shred of evidence. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first... Whatever that means... I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima." Stiles sighs. I know he's just trying to get us out of here.

Moments later car lights flood the window. That could only mean one person. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt smirks.

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt." Scott begs but Matt just smirks.

The stations doors open and Scott goes to move. "If you don't move... now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then Devin and then your mom." He then forces us all into the lobby where the door is. "Open it." He demands.

"Please." Scott begs.

"Open. The. Door." Matt snaps.

Scott swallows hard before slowly reaching out and opening it. As Scott releases a breath I suck one in when I see Derek standing there. "Oh thank god." Scott breathes.

Derek never gets a word out though as he Dallas paralyzed to the ground and we see Jackson in kanima form. "Oh what the hell." I groan watching the sight.  

Matt walks over and leans down to look at Derek. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek sassed.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Scott and I look at each other as Matt turns to us. "Oh, yeah, that's... That's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?" He tries pushing Stiles buttons.

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Stiles snaps with his usual amount of sarcasm. Seconds laters he's falling to the ground.

"Stiles." I shriek. I go to get Jackson but Scott grabs me by the waist and holds me still.

"Get him off of me." Derek groans as Stiles lands on top of him.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless." Matt taunts. I can literally feel Derek getting angry by the second.

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am." He snarls.

"Yea bitch." Stiles adds making me wanna slap him.

The anger in Derek was building up inside of me and I could feel myself about to snap. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Stiles. Think of Stiles. Focus on his heart beat.

Lights again flood the room as Matt's jaw clinches. "Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Matt deals.

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles calls out.

Matt's face turns red as he grabs the back of Stiles shirt and flips him over shoving a boot on his neck. "This work better for ya?"

"Stop it! Just stop!" I yell in panic.

"Then do what I tell you to." Matt yells back.

"Okay. All right. Stop!" Scott agree quickly. Matt rooms the boot from Stiles neck as he chokes out.

"You." Matt points to me. "Take in there. Jackson go with her. You." He pauses to look at Scott. "With me."