Scott, Stiles, and {{user}} stood in the police station with Matt while Sherriff Stilinski remained locked in a cell in the other room. They'd been trying to reason with Matt--trying to figure out why he'd used the Kanima to carry out the murders.

Suddenly, they heard a car door slam from outside.

Matt: "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

Scott: "Matt, don’t do this. When she comes to the door, I’ll just tell her to leave. Please, Matt." he begged

Matt smirked, clearly enjoying their fear.

Matt: "If you don’t move—now, I’m gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom."

Matt: "Open the door."

With a shaky breath, Scott approached the door, hoping for a miracle.

Scott: "Oh, thank God."

As he opened the door, Derek Hale stepped into view. But relief quickly turned to horror. Derek dropped to the ground, paralyzed, while Jackson in his Kanima form stepped out from behind him.

Derek: "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" He asked, his voice strained.

Matt: "Well, Derek, not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. 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 answered through a grin.

Stiles: "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it’s more of a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." he quipped.

Matt, unamused by Stiles' joke, motioned for the Kanima to swipe his neck, causing stiles to drop on top of Derek.

Scott: "Hey!"

Stiles: "You bitch."

Derek: "Get him off of me."

Matt: "Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck to have all that power taken away with just a little cut to the back of the neck."

Derek shot Matt a fierce glare, anger and desperation mixing in his eyes.

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