❝ play nice. ❞
❝ i'm done playing nice. ❞
･.｡.:*･ she wondered if there was anyone
who was willing to accept her despite the
power she was cursed with. while he had
the fangs and the claws and everything he
asked for, he fig...
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ACT ONE, CHAPTER TEN Wicked Witch of the West
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"HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO CONVINCE THE POLICE THAT MATT IS THE ONE BEHIND ALL THE MURDERS?" Andi asked as she walked into the sheriff's station with Stiles, Scott and Mr. Stilinski. "I'm surprised your dad even agreed to let me tag along in all this."
"Hey, the more help we have, the better. You can't say no to that," Stiles said.
"We can cover more ground that way," Scott said while Mr. Stilinski talked to the woman behind the front desk.
"Alright, so when we get in there, we look at the hospital stuff first," Stiles said.
"Why?" Andi asked.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except one," Stiles replied.
"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Scott said and Andi nodded.
"Matt had to kill her himself so someone at the hospital must've seen him," Stiles explained.
Stilinski called the kids over and they headed to the evidence room to check over everything. They watched the security footage from the day Jessica was killed to see if Matt showed up on the cameras.
"I don't know about this. There was a six car pileup that night and the hospital was jammed," Stilinski said.
"Just keep going. He had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica. He's gotta be on the footage somewhere," Stiles said.
"Hold on, back up. Did you see that?" Scott asked while pointing to a male individual dressed in black.
"That's him. That's Matt," Stiles said.
"All I see is the back of someone's head," Stilinski said.
"Yeah, Matt's head," Andi said and Stilinski looked at her.
"How did she get roped into this again?" he asked.
"Nevermind that," Andi replied.
"Look, I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium. It's weird," Stiles said.
"Are you crazy?" his father asked.
Stile sighed. "Alright, then look at his jacket. How many people do you know wear a black leather jacket?"
"Literally millions."
"Keep going forward. There has to be a shot of him coming at another camera somewhere," Andi said.
