The Omen

ꕥChapter Thirty-Sixꕥ

"Stiles." A frantic voice wakes me, "Hetha." 

I spin around in the bed and sit up, shoving my hair out of my face, "What?" I question, smacking Stiles's shoulder and waking him up. 

"Huh?" He grumbles, his head flailing as he see's his father standing in the doorway, a deep frown etched on his face.  Stilinski sighs, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, he claps his hand on Stiles's leg and the spastic looks over at his dad with weary eyes, "Whats wrong?" 

"They just found Matt face down in the Beacon Hills River." He whispers and I shoot off of the bed, my eyes wide. 

"What?" I hadn't left last night, meaning it didn't have anything to do with Jackson or something supernatural. 

"The cops just pulled him out of the river this morning. I know you guys weren't a fan of him but figured you should know." He pats Stiles's leg once more before standing up and walking out of the room, leaving us alone. 

Stiles and I don't speak as he closes the door, cutting us off from the rest of the house. 

"What do you think happened?" Stiles whispers, pushing the blanket off of him and sitting up. 

I put my elbows on my knees, dropping my head into my hands, "It wasn't the Kanima, I would have been called there." 

"Maybe he fell?" Stiles guesses, "Knocked himself out and couldn't get out?" 

I shake my head, "The Kanima would have saved him if he fell." I feel tears sting my eyes, "What an awful way to go, Stiles." I turn my head and look at him through blurry eyes, "That was his biggest fear and thats how he died." 

"What happens with the Kanima now?" Stiles realizes, his eyes widening as his arm comfortingly runs down my back. 

"It doesn't have a master." I mutter, fiddling with my fingers, "Does he find his own vengeance now?" I feel my heart drop into my stomach as an idea flows through my mind, "Gerard." I whisper. 

"What?" 

"Scott and Gerard talked at the station last night, it was really weird." I shrug, "Like they had a plan for something, did Scott tell you anything about that?" 

Stiles shakes his head, his eyes wide. 

"What if Gerard killed him and then took the Kanima." I ponder, jumping up off the bed and pulling the hem of Stiles's sweater down as chills run down my body. It terrified me to think that there was even a  possibility  that Gerard was willing to kill kids to get what he wanted. 

"Hetha, I don't think Gerard would kill Matt." 

"Don't you!" I snap, throwing my arms out, "Stiles his daughter was Kate argent! She burned Dereks entire family alive!" 

"Yeah and his grand-daughter is Allison," Stiles tries to reason, standing up and grabbing my hands, "Not all the argents are capable of doing that type of thing.  He wouldn't kill a sixteen year old!" 

"Stiles you don't know that!" I argued, feeling my face flush red as anger courses through me, "You didn't see him last night. Gerard told us to Leave Matt to him."  

"Hetha." He says in a final tone, "Gerard Argent didn't kill Matt." He shakes his head, "He couldn't have, he wouldn't have."

"Stiles I know what I heard last night." I  cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him,  "Gerard killed Matt I'm certain of it." 

Stiles shakes his head, "We don't have any proof that he did" 

"Fine." I fume, "I'll find some proof on my own." I fling his sweater off and pull my dress back on, keeping eye contact with Stiles  as his mouth drops open. I throw his sweater harshly at his chest and storm out of his room, my fists clenched. I just knew it was Gerard, I knew it. If Stiles didn't believe me I would just  have to make him.