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seventeen: thriller night

Rowan and Scott didn't know how to get themselves out of this mess.

The twins watch helplessly as Matt locked Melissa in the jail cell next to Noah, while Noah looked between the twins with clear panic in his eyes.

Rowan and Scott knew they were worried about the gunshot wound, they knew how bad this looked. But it would become a lot worse when they have to explain why the wound suddenly healed on its own.

"Please, he needs to see a doctor." Melissa pleaded.

"You think so?" Matt cocked his head.

"HEY! HEY you listen to me-"

"It's alright, we're okay!" Scott exclaimed before Noah could go on a rampage. Rowan kept her hand pressed on Scott's wound, trying her best to cover up the already healing wound while giving Noah a reassuring nod.

"No honey you're not okay." Melissa shook her head, tears shining in her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt Mom." Scott smiled sadly.

"That's the adrenaline talking, please let me- let me look at him. Please, I can help stop the bleeding." Melissa begged, Matt barked a laugh.

"They have no idea do they?" Matt's crazed grin met the twins, and they glared.

"Please just let me take a quick look-"

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!" Matt exclaimed, Rowan ground her teeth.

"Lady if you keep talking, im gonna put the next bullet through his head."

"Back to the front McCall's." Matt glared at the twins, forcing them to get up and walk.

While still pressing on his wound, the twins shot the adults one last glance before they walked out of the cell and back into Noah's office.

Matt shoved the two of them in and Stiles silently sighed in relief when he saw Rowan was okay, he knew Scott would heal but if Rowan got shot...he didn't want to think.

"The evidence is gone, why don't you just go?" Rowan asked tiredly.

"You think the evidence mattered that much huh? No, I want the book. " Matt said.

"What? What book?" Scott asked.

"The bestiary!"

Rowan took in a deep breath.

"Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing." Matt looked at them sternly, but the twins shrugged.

"We don't have it."

"It's Gerards."

"What do you even want it for anyway?" Rowan frowned, and Matt shook his head.

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?" Scott asked.

"To this!"

Scott's eyes widened, and Rowan's breath hitched. Matt pulled up the side of his shorts only to reveal a thin layer of reptile-like skin littering the side of his ribs.

He definitely needed the bestiary.

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Rowan noticed that Matt liked to move them around a lot.

One moment the twins were in Noah's office the next they were in an empty office room, Rowan helped Scott lean on a desk as he winced at his wound. Matt just shook his head at the boy.

"You know, I feel sorry for you Scott. Cause right now you're thinking "How am I gonna explain this when it heals?". And the sad part is you don't even realize how incredible it is that you're healing. You wanna know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die." Matt scowled as he began to pace.