Catching Feelings

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Darkness in my Heart

[ Trinity ]

Matt looked at the wall in a daze, tears welling up in his cold blue eyes. "They watched me drown," Daehler reminisced at the unpleasant memory of Lahey, the swim coach. Matt was just a little kid with pure intentions when he fell into the swimming pool that was filled with intoxicated teenagers who were fully capable of saving him but didn't. "—I was dying and they were laughing at me. That's not even the worst part. You know the white light everyone sees before they die? I didn't see it, it was just darkness. Everything was dark."

"That's why you killed them."

"Jackson did. All I had to do was think about them dead and sooner rather than later, their bodies turned up missing—an animal attack they call it." The lights shut off and loud alarms sounded all throughout the station, sending Matt into a panic. "What's happening? What's going on?"

Floodlights shown brightly from the outside, allowing them to see the dimly lit faces of Chris Argent, Gerard, and the other hunters holding large rifles before shooting all they had through the windows, their only goal to kill.

When the shooting stopped, Trinity laid frozen in her spot under a desk, and when she thought it couldn't have gotten worse, smoke bombs flew in—exploding on a timed impact. Scott picked her up, tugging her along with him while they used the fog to their advantage. "Take him," Derek grunted, his body recovering from the toxin faster than Stiles could.

"I'm not leaving you," Trinity strained while trying to lift Derek's muscular body from the ground, some of his limbs tingling as they regained their purpose. Once to his feet, Derek's eyes turned red, a loud growl escaping his throat. "Are you going to go after that thing alone?"

"I've got to do something."

Trinity looked around, taking a gun off a cops body. "I'll help you."

His red eyes glanced down warily at the gun that looked too good in her clutch. "I don't like guns."

She checked the cartridge, making sure it was loaded before jerking it back into place. "Then don't give me a reason to use it on you."

Hale went first, using his enhanced hearing to look for the teen who was mastering the wrathful deity. When he was found, Derek wasn't at all worried about the mom who would see him walking towards Matt with glowing eyes that resembled blood, or the fangs and claws that were designed for killing.

He never got to Matt, the disturbing hiss of the kanima distracting Derek from the boy who was sneaking away. Luckily armed with a weapon, the satisfying sound of the gun rang out and met its mark in Matt's leg, slowing him down from being able to get too far away without being caught by someone—whether it be an officer or an Argent, he wouldn't get away. "I thought you knew how to shoot that thing," Derek groaned loudly, lifting himself up from a pile of wood that used to be a desk.

"I do," Trinity responded, another bullet landing in the reptiles spine, a shot that should've paralyzed him. "—I'm not trying to kill anyone."

Another roar broke the silence, and Scott barreled through, tackling the kanima off of the cell that was holding his mother captive. "Oh God," She raised two shaky hands to her mouth as she looked fearfully at her son who had golden glowing eyes and the same fangs and claws. Melissa backed away, flinching when Scott moved closer to her.

"Scott," Derek called, moving in the direction where the kanima disappeared. "—we've got to go."

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"Do you have any idea what happened to him, Trinity?" A cop asked, his pen scraping against a small notepad. He was armed heavier than before, and the only reason for that was because there were extras due to a lack of officers.

The blonde laid in the hospital bed, her fingers twiddling with the sterile hospital gown that was a little see-through.

She'd been admitted to the hospital after the kanima disappeared. Derek wouldn't leave until she'd had proper care and even after the bullet was successfully taken out, he'd stayed with her all night and laid in bed with her until she fell asleep—a request she'd made while doped up on heavy painkillers. "No," She finally responded. "—well other than the fact that he drowned. All I remember is after he shot me, the lights went out and he disappeared. I don't remember anything else after that."

"Because of the blood loss?"

"That's what the doctor said."

He continued scribbling unreadable words on the small pad, not following inside of the lines. "Who brought you here?"

"I'm not sure, like I said, I can't remember anything."

The older man with greying hair and teeth that were yellowing due to cigarettes put a reassuring pat on her leg. "Feel better, kid."

Sam walked into the room, sliding past the officer, his face was stoic and stern as he was reading over the words on the clipboard. "Get dressed, you're going home."

"Actually, I was hoping I could go to school." She really needed to talk to the guys and figure out what was going to happen after last night. For a while she wanted to be left out of it, but now that she was involved on such a personal level, there was no way she'd back down now.

"And have you pass out from exertion and have me be called out of work again, not happening." He scribbled his messy signature on a couple pages, loosing interest in the fine print and just signing wherever there was a blank line. "After I get off of work, we're going to have a talk."

"About what?"

"You'll find out after I get off work."