WITCHES IN BEACON HILLS, TEEN WOLF

🌠010; HOSTAGES

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At the Beacon County, inside the Sheriff Station, Scott and Stiles was with the Sheriff, scrolling through the computer screen to prove to Stilinski that murder was Matt Daehler.

"Guys?"

"Guys." A female voice whispers out.

"Just a sec." Scott glanced at the raven haired girl.

"This can't wait." Sabrina impatiently says.

Sabrina's dark orbs glanced back and forth, then she saw his figure slowly walking inside the area.

"Sheriff..." Scott whispers out to Sheriff as he saw Matt walking towards them.

Sheriff then saw Matt in front of them, a gun in his hands.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Sheriff calmly asks.

"Matt, whatever's going on, i guarantee you that there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

Matt crazily laughed, angry tears in his eyes. "You know, it's funny you say that, because, i don't think you're aware of just how right you are..."

"I know you don't want to hurt people." Sheriff says.

Matt then scoffs. "I want to hurt a lot of people."

Matt then glanced at Scott, Stiles and Sheriff. "You three weren't on my hit list..."

"But you are." Matt looks at the ravenette.

Sabrina stares at him confused. "I guess your craziness is messing with your head."

Matt angrily glares at her, then gun shaking. "I-am-not crazy."

Sabrina then scoffs, sarcastically commenting. "Sure."

"He has a gun." Sheriff warns.

"I'm not afraid of this idiot." Sabrina's voice showed no fear.

"Everyone! Now!" Matt then angrily shouts at the four.

Matt had forced Stiles to handcuff his father, which the teen was hesitant about, until he heard his father asking for it, making it sure that he's okay.

"What, you going to kill everyone?" Scott incredulously asks.

Matt then smirks. "That's what Jackson is here for..."

Kanima Jackson was seen then making his appearance known.

"I just think about it and Jackson does it." Matt smirks.

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At the Argent's household, inside Allison's bedroom, the brunette was seen sitting on the edge of her bed, her blankly staring at the wall.

Gerard was seen walking inside the room. "Sweetheart..."

"I don't want to talk." Allison numbly says.

"I understand that, and i won't pretend to understand what you're going through." Gerard says.

"Then, leave." Allison snapped.

"Of course, and, i know you may think it's the end of world with what you found about your witchy girlfriend, but, there's others." Gerard then says.

Allison slowly looks at her grandfather. "I didn't find out anything bad, she wasn't doing anything wrong, it's like she cheated on me, i know she'd never do that to me."

"The amount of little faith you have in this one girl." Gerard sighed out.

Allison frowns her brows at her grandfather. "What does that mean?"