The Omen

ꕥChapter Thirty-Fiveꕥ

Matt shoved us towards the front computer where we could have access to all the files they had collected for this case. Including the ones we just put together about seeing Matt at the hospital. 

"Stiles, delete them now." Matt commanded, and Stiles shuffled towards the computer, logging in as his dad. Part of me wants to laugh at how well Stiles knows everyones passwords. The other part of me knows there's a gun to my head and that that is a bad idea. 

Stiles digs through the files, finding all the ones that point to Matt and deleting them. "Deleted."  Stiles confirms, "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, you'll let Hetha go, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima." Stiles tries to reason with him, shrugging from his seat. I knew he was being sarcastic only because he didn't want to let Matt know how scared he was. 

I hear the door at the front of the station open and I flinch, not wanting Mrs. McCall to get sucked into this as well. 

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt purred, swiveling and yanking me with him. 

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

"If you don't move-now, I'm gonna kill Hetha first, then Stiles, and then your mom." Matt commands, motioning to the door that was blocking us from Scotts mom. 

"Open it." Matt snaps. 

"Please." I whisper, flattening my hands against Matts. 

"Open the door!" Matt yells, flinging his arm holding the gun around.

Scott begrudgingly walks towards the door, slowly opening it. My eyes widen when I see its Derek who stands in the doorway.

"Oh, thank God." Scott sighs. Before he can get too relieved Derek falls forward, onto the ground. I glance down and see a small cut on the back of his neck signaling the Kanima got to him. 

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek snarled from the ground, narrowing his eyes up at Matt, "This kid?" 

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Matt snaps and I freeze. He had mentioned that I could heal but I figured he just knew a little bit, "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?" I snarl lightly as he mentions my boyfriend, my grip on his arm tightening slightly.  

"Abominable snowman." Stiles snaps, "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." 

I watch as the Kanima slinks into the room, its claws snapping out to cut Stiles's neck, "Hey!" I yell, tugging against Matt's grasp. 

"You bitch." Stiles grumbles as he falls forward onto Derek, their faces landing close together. 

Derek growls, "Get him off of me." 

"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." Matt taunts, "I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."  

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

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles grunts uncomfortably before a knock sounds at the door once more. Matt throws me away and I crouch  on the ground, snarling up at him.