TOGETHER ☾ stiles stilinski

2.10, fury

season 2, chapter 10 : fury

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"Abominable snowman. It more like a wintertime thing though, you know? Seasonal."

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I stand in Stiles' room with the Stilinski's and Scott beside me. We're currently looking through yearbooks and placing things together.

"This kids the real killer?" The Sheriff asks, looking down at Matts yearbook photo.

"Yep." Stiles replies, popping the 'p'.

The Sheriff shakes his head. "No."

"Everyone knows that the police look for ways to connect the victims in a murder." Stiles begins. "Just look through the transcripts and figure out what class they all had in common."

"Kara wasn't in Harris' class though." The Sheriff points out. "Before you ask, no. They're not dropping charges."

"Dad-" Stiles begins to say.

"Scott, do you believe all this?" The Sheriff interrupts.

"It's hard to explain how we know this but you've got to trust us." Scott explains. "We know it's Matt."

"He took Harris' car." Stiles blurts out. "He knew the cops would find the tire tracks and if there was enough victims in Harris' class then they'd arrest him."

The Sheriff sighs. "I'll allow the remote possibility. Why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team dead though?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles says loudly, throwing his arms up in the air. "Our swim team sucks!"

"Does Harris have a motive?" I question, looking up at the Sheriff.

The Sheriff sighs once again, this time in defeat. "What do you need me to do?"

"We need to look at the evidence." Scott answers.

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The four of us walk into the Sheriffs station. I kindly smile at the woman behind the reception desk as we walk past, beginning to go through files. I hear footsteps outside of the hallway but the station is empty, the people that are here are sitting at their desks. I glance over at the other three to see their engulfed within the files so I slowly walk outside and down the hallway. It's not like I'd get attacked, right? Wrong.

"Turn around." A voice says, followed by the sound of a gun cocking.

I swallow a lump in my throat before bringing my arms up in surrender and turning around to face Matt. I stare at him with wide eyes the barrel of the gun pointing at me.

"Thank you for tonight." Matt says, smirking. "Let's go pay your friends a visit, shall we?"

Matt walks behind him, pushing the gun into my back. The sound of a hiss is heard and I turn my head slightly to see the kanima scaling the wall in the corner of the room. Matt pushes me forwards and I begin to walk into the Sheriffs office. This is why I shouldn't of freaking helped him. This is what I get for being nice. The three males look up at me, confusion written across their faces. However, their eyes widen once they spot the gun being pointed at the back of my head, held by the one and only Matt Daehler.