He watched her die.
He watched her die, right in front of him.
He couldn't save her.
The oni had torn at him, slashing at his chest, at his arms. They were tearing him apart. He would heal. He would be okay.
She wouldn't.
She would never be okay again.
Neither would he.
She had died in Scott's arms because he couldn't get there fast enough.
He wasn't fast enough to save her.
She was gone.
Allison was gone.
He watched Allison die.
He had heard what she said to Scott.
The pain he felt as their swords ripped at his skin was nothing compared to what he felt now. Scott still held her body, his sobs echoing around the courtyard.
He tried to move, tried to move his aching arms and legs, to go to his friend's side, but couldn't. He was covered in blood and sweat, clothes hanging off him in bloody strips. There were no tears. Not like Scott's.
Why wasn't he crying?
She was dead...
Allison was dead.
Allison.
He didn't even get to say goodbye.
But he didn't cry.
He couldn't cry.
He bowed his head, as Mr. Argent ran into the courtyard, stopping as he saw her, as he saw his daughter's body. His daughter's body. Allison's body. The pain evident on his face as he saw the limp body of his daughter.
He was never going to speak to her again.
He remembered how they had gone from enemies, to tentative allies, to friends, to whatever they were before she died. Not exactly dating, but definitely not just friends. He had loved her. She had loved him.
They were going to be together. Saving the world, with Scott and Stiles and Lydia and Kira, with their friends. They were going to be okay. They were not supposed to die. They weren't supposed to die.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to them.
"That's because it doesn't hurt."
He had heard her say it.
But she was wrong. It did hurt.
It hurt more than the now healing wounds. It hurt worse than his own dying.
He rather that than her.
He'd give anything for her to be alive.
But that wasn't how it worked.
And Allison was gone.
A/N: This is excruciatingly short, and it was somehow more painful to write than Allison's. I really miss Isaac too. Two of my favorite characters taken from me, I want to go punch a wall and cry.