Thank you all again for the reviews! Sorry it's a little slow getting to any real action scenes, I want to be sure that I cover everything and leave no plothole unturned! This next song is "Fight Song" by: Rachel Platten. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: "Fight Song"
"And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me"
Chris Argent awoke to the sound of his alarm going off and he rolled over groggily, glanced at the time and leapt out of bed in shock, he had never slept this late ever. Straightening up, he groaned as his back creaked and cracked causing last night's activities to come back to him in a sudden rush, "Never again." The hunter swore as he swatted off the alarm and stretched his sore body carefully with only a minimal amount of popping and snapping noises from his stiff joints. After he had finally loosened up enough to move around with only a dull ache in his muscles, Argent quickly changed out of the clothes he had worn the night before and into a clean version of his traditional hunter's garb of black pants, belt, a gray shirt, and his black hunter's jacket. Leaving his combat boots to put on later, the barefoot hunter tread lightly down the hall out of habit and opened his daughter's door to reveal a shirtless Isaac holding his little girl tightly under the sheets. "Up now." He ordered loudly as his overprotective father side took over and the two teens sleepily looked at him before they scooted apart lightning fast. In fact, Isaac went backwards so fast he tumbled off the bed for the third time that day and yelped in shock and pain as Allison turned to her father with her brown eyes wide and her hair a mess and exclaimed, "It's not what it looks like!"
From where Isaac was lying on the floor wincing slightly as the healing took a second to kick in, he was nodding furiously and stammering denials. Argent just glared at him and turned to Allison, "Then what was it exactly?" She stared at the ground knowing the reason was her nightmare and that the nightmare made her look weak. She didn't like to look weak in front of her father; female leaders couldn't look weak in the Argent family. "I had a nightmare." The girl began and her dad looked at her skeptically, "It was about dying and not waking up. I just needed someone." Argent looked taken aback by that one and just nodded trying to imagine what she was going through but was not able to. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have second guessed you. This is beyond my understanding, bear with me." Apologizing was a new thing for him, just like her code to protect not hunt, but Allison knew that this was him trying his best to accomodate so she nodded and slipped off the bed to hug him quickly. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook mister." He added looking pointedly at Isaac and the boy hung his head so he added in a softer tone, "At least put on a shirt next time."
Isaac knew that this was the best that the over protective father would be able to manage so he nodded furiously with a firm, "Yes sir, of course, Mr. Argent, sir." The hunter nodded and turned around and was almost back out the door before he looked back and Isaac shrank backwards towards the wall waiting for the yelling and the hitting. Even though he consciously knew that Argent wasn't like that, his mind could only recall memories of his own father's voice getting quieter like a countdown before the true explosion. Recognizing the reaction, Argent felt the over protective dad part of him automatically include Isaac in that protective circle. He had already been through enough and Argent wanted to, no, needed to help him and accept him so that he didn't have to go through anymore, especially at his hands, "Call me Chris from now on, okay?" The teen barely had time to nod before Argent had disappeared from the room entirely, that was too much emotion for a man who only handled emotion well in small doses.
"He likes you." Allison said as she walked over and offered Isaac a hand up which he gladly took. The boy shook his head at that with a half smile before taking a deep breath and muttering, "If that's him when I'm on his good side, I am never getting on his bad one." She just laughed at him and stretched quickly before turning back to Isaac who was just standing there staring at her like she was a goddess even though she was in old faded pajama shorts and shirt, her hair was a rat's nest, and she didn't have on any makeup. "What?" The huntress asked awakening the teenaged boy from his daze and he blushed as he stepped forward and spontaneously hugged her tight. Returning it with only the slightest of hesitations, she felt him sigh in relief and breathe in deeply before launching into his one word explanation, "You." Pulling back and looking at him in confusion, Isaac blushed an even deeper firetruck red as he finally managed, "You being alive, it makes me thankful for every moment, every second with you."
For a person of few words, he sure knew how to use them to the fullest and Allison felt the butterflies implode into life in her stomach as she realized how deeply he loved her. Leaning forward she was just seconds away from kissing him when her father hollered, "At least wait until I'm not home! I can practically hear you thinking about it!" Isaac had never let go of her so fast as he did then as he muttered, "We weren't! I have no thoughts of that, ever. I don't think about anything ever at all." Argent poked his head back into his daughter's room in time to see Allison laughing and Isaac still white as a sheet and shirtless. "Then at least put on a shirt!" He added trying not to laugh himself; somehow he took more pleasure than he should at Isaac's embarrassment. Glancing down at his chest, the boy turned from white to pink in seconds as he mumbled something about not bringing a change of clothes. "Come on, I'm sure I can find something for you." The hunter added more kindly and Isaac nodded gratefully as he followed Argent out the door.
As soon as they'd left, Allison pulled off her own pajamas and peered into her closet. After her mother's death, she had gotten rid of the vast majority of her lighter clothes which annoyed Lydia to no end but also meant that she didn't have to worry about night hunting clothes, those she had in surplus. Tugging a pair of thick black leggings off a hanger, she pulled those on as she jerked open her drawer and dug around until she found her dark olive green long sleeve. Slipping that on over her head, the huntress pulled her hair up into a lazy bun, slipped on her dark gray hunting jacket, and padded into the kitchen on her bare feet. When she walked in, her father was sitting at the table munching on a piece of toast and sipping on coffee, while a, now, clothed Isaac peered into their empty pantry as if believing that the longer he stared the more options that would appear. Shrugging her shoulders at the teen boy's behavior, she grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and dumped some granola into it before digging in. The two Argents watched as Isaac poked around their kitchen and finally found a bowl that he poured some cereal into and proceeded to crunch on without milk. "Ever added some milk to your cereal?" Argent asked finally and the boy looked up in surprise at the idea before shaking his head, "I only drink chocolate milk." Allison giggled at that, clearly remembering something while Argent just nodded as though he understood before returning to his coffee.
Once he'd swallowed the final dregs, he looked up and grinned at the impatient teens, "Alright let's go look at these arrows." Allison grinned and leapt up from the table and rushed to the weapons closet that was off of her dad's office with Isaac following behind at a slower clip and Argent taking last place at a walk. Walking in, he looked over each arrow and nodded as a plan formulated in his mind. "You take two Allison, and I'll take two. Isaac will serve as the distraction for the oni while we pick them off." The werewolf winced at that as he unconsciously moved his hand to his new scar before glancing over at Allison and his gaze hardened and he nodded. He would go the distance to protect her, no matter what the risk was.
Within a few minutes, the trio was ready to go and Argent, again, led the way to the SUV this time with his cross bow in hand and two guns holstered to his hips. Allison followed with her own bow looped over her shoulder, her quiver strapped to her back, and her Chinese ring daggers attached to her waist, with Isaac closing the door carefully behind them and double checking that his own weapon, a new thing for him, was still holstered to his pack of hunters took the elevator in silence and the car ride followed in a similar manner except this time, Isaac drove while Argent prepared his bow and Allison checked her arrows for the umptenth time. By the time they arrived at the school, it was already dark and the sounds of fighting echoed from the main entrance. Leaping out of the car as it was slowing down, Argent and Allison sprinted towards the fight leaving Isaac to slam on the brakes, throw the car in park and run after them.
Once he'd arrived, he caught sight of Allison next to her father, the pair having already picked off two of the oni leaving two and the Nogitsune. Flipping from the upper railing, he landed in a crouched position with eyes glowing, fangs bared, and claws out. Growling, he shoved his former alpha Derek out of the way and watched as Allison's fletched arrow sunk deep into the chest of the oni that was about to attack the older werewolf. Pausing only to grin up at the huntress, he had only a moment to collect himself before Derek was shoving him towards where Aiden and Ethan were fending off the last of the oni and the slightly panicked but still laughing Nogitsune-Not-Stiles. "Go, help them!" He ordered and Isaac followed it without question and out of habit as he sprinted forwards and shouldered Ethan out of the way taking the katana's blade in his own shoulder and jerking away as the oni hissed and extracted it. Ducking and rolling out of the way as his arm went completely numb as it began to heal, he heard Argent's arrow narrowly miss the oni and he yelled to Aiden, "The arrow, stab him with the arrow!" Aiden snagged it off the ground and stabbed it into the oni but not before the blade had speared Aiden all the way through.
"NO!" Ethan screamed as he dragged his own broken body to where his brother lay coughing up black blood. Still cackling, but also frowning at the loss of his oni warriors, the Nogitsune fled into the school. Pushing himself up with his unharmed arm, Isaac stumbled towards the twins only to be pushed gently away by Derek who shoved a box into his hands, "It's too late, get this to Scott." Feeling himself nod, Isaac turned around to see Allison running up behind him. Jerking his head towards the entrance, she nodded and the pair ran into the building with him stiffly holding the box with his still numb and healing arm. Grabbing his unhurt hand tightly in hers, she glanced over at him and smiled confidently, "You did all you could." She breathed out and gave his hand a comforting squeeze, "Don't you dare blame yourself." Nodding he squeezed back, even though part of him doubted it, and the pair rounded the next corner to come face to face with an unable to stand Stiles leaning on Lydia, Kira struggling on the floor with her own katana drawn, and a floored Scott snarling at the smirking evil Nogitsune-Not-Stiles. Turning at the appearance of the two new people, both with glowing yellow eyes, Lydia's face went white as a sheet and she screeched the tinier of the duo's name, "ALLISON!"
Hope that you enjoyed that and, again, thank you for all the reviews! I should update sometime around the middle of next week unless a muse gifts me with more inspiration than I usually have. In the meantime please read, enjoy, and review!
