Angelus・s.s・[2]

Chapter 18

Just a lil warning, I haven't proof read this properly so there's probably a lot of mistakes. Sorry!

"Rori!" Stiles ran to me and took me out of Matt's arms as he fell to the floor with me in his lap.

"A-Are you okay?" Stiles questioned and I nodded with a grimace.

"I'm fine, Stiles." I assured him and he shook his head, placing his hand over mine on the bullet wound.

"You literally have a piece of metal in you right now. You're not 'fine'." I took his bloodied hand in mine. I used the other hand to dig through my wound, much to Stiles' alarm, I pulled the bullet out and dropped it to the floor.

"Stiles...I'll heal." I told him and I saw a tear drip down his cheek. Before I could comfort him, Matt grabbed my arm and dragged me up and away from Stiles who also stood, a deathly glare on his face aimed at Matt.

"I swear to everything that's important to me, if you hurt that girl one more time, that bullet will be going in your head." Stiles threatened and my eyes widened, never hearing him this angry.

"Whatever you say, Stilinski." Matt said, brushing the threat off. "Now. We need to get rid of all the evidence."

...

Matt sat in a chair and I sat drowsily on the floor against a wall. Scott shredded all of the physical evidence and Stiles got rid of all the evidence that was on the computer. "Deleted." Stiles stated after one last press of the keyboard. "And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first." Stiles looked towards Scott, "whatever that means - I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad and Rori, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."

Lights bled through the blinds, filling the room. We all turned to face the windows before Matt spoke. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

"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 begged. 

The sound of doors being opened ran through the office, "if you don't move - now, I'm gonna kill Rori first so Stiles can watch, then Stiles and then your mom." Matt told him.

We walked out of the office and stood in the front parlour. I leant against Stiles, but could thankfully feel myself healing. 

"Open it." Matt demanded.

"Please." Scott pleaded.

"Open. The. Door." He ordered, emphasising every word.

Scott closed his eyes in reluctance before ever so slowly opening the door as Matt asked. Derek stood there. At first glance, we all felt relief rush through our systems.