"We have someone who can handle it, Jocelyn."
"No. I want to be there, I want to see, I want to participate- I don't care. You gave me my break, and now I'm ready for action," I raved, slamming a hand into the table for more effect. I had told my dad that Isaac was in fact a wolf but instead of letting me help, him and his dumb ass dad got some random ass deputy dude to do the bidding for them.
"He's right for the job. You can't just walk into a sherriffs department and kill a prisoner."
Well now I just have to prove him wrong.
As soon as I witnessed my dad's little deputy assassin pull out of our driveway with the little box they trusted him with, I took a page out of Allison's book and locked my bedroom door, turned out the lights and climbed out the window and took to following him in my car.
I didn't follow him completely because I knew where he was going and had to find a diversion somehow. I took a shorter way to the sherriffs station but halfway there parked in an alleyway and got into spiderman mode; once I got out of my car I hurried to climb a fire escape onto a platform of a building and placed an arrow into the string of my bow. I waited for buddy pal to slow down for a red light as he came around the corner and drew my string back, aimed, and let the arrow fly in a swift motion. A satisfied smile graced my lips as soon as I saw it connect with the tire.
He only drove a few feet past the white line before he figured out something was wrong. Once I noticed the driver side door open I went to loading my bow again. Hmmmm….Where did I want to shoot Head? Okay, fine, the leg will do.
My arrow embedded itself in his leg a second later, and he yelled out in pain. I could've did a third but then I would've had to do a fourth because odd numbers are not lucky and those shots were perfect. He should be there for a little while at least.
Wow, I'm finally starting to feel like the old me. I was so pumped that I hopped down the fireescape and ran to my car. Doing this was going to prove to everyone….even dead people that I was really made for this bullshit!
A familiar blue jeep was outside of the sherriffs department and I saw both Stiles and Derek Hale sitting in the car. I noticed them before they noticed me because they were arguing or something. I didn't care. I hadn't seen Derek since he became the alpha. I was frozen. The right thing to do felt like killing him instead of Isaac.
I reached into my glove compartment to wrap a sheath of knives around my thigh. All I needed right now was my katana; stun him them shred him. Sounds gruesome but I could picture my long body looming over his dead one. Even if not kill, just do some damage at least.
As soon as my hand went to my door handle, both Derek and Stiles got out of his jeep. I paused and watched them both go into the police station. Hmmmmm. What the actual fuck are they doing?
Through the glass I saw Derek approach the front desk and lean over in a nice little charming way. He was handsome and muscular so I could see the appeal, even if he was just wanted for murder. The thought distracted me enough for Stiles sneaking by the front desk to completely slipped my mind just like it did for the pretty brown lady cop. They were good.
Well, time for me to latch right on to their plan. I grabbed my bow and arrow and snuck out of my car and into the sherriffs station, going down the same exact hall as Stiles while Derek and his friend were completely unaware. Noice.
I followed the little spazz until Stiles stopped at a wall and started playing with something in it, but he looked surprised when he opened a little compartment and found it empty. "What the.." he trailed off and we both seemed to hear the sound of off beat footsteps and jingling keys coming from a different corner.
He jumped as he turned and saw me. "Jesus! Jocelyn, what the fuck?"
I hushed him, running over and pressing my finger to his lips. His expression changed immediately, making me pull away my hand quickly. He was so weird. But there was a more pressing issue. I really hope that jingling wasn't who I think it is. I started to sneak towards the sound, motioning for Stiles to stay put which he clearly did not follow. Add annoying to that list.
We stop at a corner, our backs pressed against the tile walls as the footsteps grew even louder. Like the idiot he was, Stiles began to peer around the corner and like a walking cliche, fell over into the hall where the asssasin was. I face palmed silently but didn't move from where I hid. Instead, I eyed Stiles as he got up and tried to play off him falling. I was only able to see him turn around on his heel to walk away but then he got snatched back, falling onto the floor. All I saw was his feet being dragged away.
I paused. This is all going wrong. What the actual hell was I going to do? Did I have to save Stiles? I didn't really get him into this mess anyways but that guy is definitely pissed because of what I did. I rolled my eyes to myself. You know I'm pissed when I'm rolling my eyes at myself.
A blaring alarm goes off suddenly, accompanied by a red flashing light. Did he just pull the fire alarm? Fuck. Okay. I turned the corner reluctantly and jogged to a room where I was hearing commotion. As soon as I got to the doorway, the cell door hanging off the hinges caught my eye. The sight oddly filled me with false confidence as did the growls and howls coming from inside.
I stepped inside without another thought, and there he was. Werewolves were ugly, and that helped me seperate Isaac from this Isaac. He was in the other hunters face, currently holding his hand in the air and twisting it to proportions it should not be in.
Even if Isaac was now this ugly beast, he was strong and powerful, standing tall and using his strength and height to his advantage- something I was not used to at all. I just watched him break his victims arm and still couldn't even move.
Isaac brought a hairy clawed hand to the mans head and slammed his skull against the cement walls, knocking him out completely. The needle that was in the guys hand fell and rolled across the floor, the thing that ultimately broke me out of my trance.
Before I was even thinking again I had pulled out of a dagger and threw it straight at Isaac to distract him and then reached down to grab the syringe. Whatever it was full of was probably to kill him. My fingers touched the needle just as a black boot came down to crush it. I looked up and locked eyes with the werewolf standing almost seven feet above me. I launched myself backwards, reaching behind me to grab my bow and load it. Isaac advanced me menacingly, hunched over with his hands open at his sides- huffing and puffing like a real big bad wolf.
I shot my arrow at close range, and it hit him in his right shoulder, slowing him down only a tiny bit as he stopped and pulled the arrow out. In the time he did that I had crawled even farther back, closer to where Stiles lay on the floor and had another arrow loaded. I let the string go and aimed right for his other shoulder. It landed, making another growl rip from his throat. He started to advance me even faster and so I stood to my feet. I was fucking tall too!
I aimed right at his face but I wasn't seeing the wolf as my fingers weakened on my bow string. The closer he came the more I saw the boy running from his dad, black eyes in the cemetery and looking out for me in two moments of vulnerability. I gulped. Why did it have to be him exactly.
Time seemed to literally slow down. There was this loud and powerful howl that came from the doorway. I figured it was Derek but I had tunnel vision on Issac- he whimpered and threw himself on the floor, cowering behind his hands. I never moved. I was practically begging myself to shoot, standing so stiff that my body was rigidly shaking. C'mon Jocelyn. Shoot the fucking arrow.
I squeezed my eyes shut as they started to burn and a single tear escaped my left eye. Fuck. Why did it have to be him.
"Jocelyn," Stiles said cautiously, touching my shoulder gently. I sighed a heavy breath and snapped back into reality. Isaac had those gently blue eyes locked into mine, staring me down with fear I had only seen when he was running from his dad. There was a pain in my heart knowing I was the cause of that.
Why. Did. It. Have. To. Be. Him.
I couldn't believe I had floundered in front of all of those people, Derek especially. I was just glad the people that were there would have no access to my father to eventually tell him what a failure I was. Only his little henchman. Hey, he might even trust me more.
I'm sure I would've been able to land that fatal blow if it wasn't Isaac. I don't know what it was about him, and why there was some kind of gravitational pull there that made me want to seek him out and peel back all of his layers. Even though I knew he was a wolf.
Wait no. I am not Allison. I am Jocelyn. Jocelyn Argent. A surname that came with a responsibility. Remember. We hunt those who hunt us.
The next day brought me a new burst of energy I had not felt in a while. Jocelyn Fucking Argent. Literally. I never thought I would actually be doing this but I definitely wanted to redeem myself by making sure Derek wouldn't turn any more teens. That meant I probably had to kill him. That would make up enough for not getting to Isaac at least.
The more unbelieveable part of my scheme was that I was going to have to pander to Scott again. The best part about it was that all I had to do was mention outing him and he would melt right in my hands.
Being so social meant more and more school which was not helping my mental breakdown. It was gym time, the class that I hated the most. Not only was Coach probably on drugs, but I really don't think me or anyone else should have to prove our physical fitness by climbing a rock wall. So, while my sister and Scott flirted on their way up the wall, I decided to pander to Coach Finstock.
"I can't climb that wall," I said, moving to stand next to where he stood in his blue tracksuit. He glanced at me, looking me up and down, and then scoffing- crossing his arms in the process. I tried to hold back a laugh as Iied, "I'm color blind."
Coach did a double take as he flashed his eyes towards me again, stuttered out, "Yeah right… Wait-really? What does that mean?"
Again, I was stifling a laugh as I spoke, "I can't see the inidvudal rocks. Like they are literally blending into the wall."
He brought his brows down to in confusion and then lifted them back up in awe, "Wow, so can you tell what color I'm wearing right now?"
"Green?"
He started laughing loudly but then stopped when he glanced over at me and saw my straight face. There was still a shameless smile on his face as he tapped the back of his knuckles against my arms. "Okay, kid, you're fine. Stillinski and… Erica."
Stiles and this girl who looked terrified stepped up to the wall. She was pretty but clearly put no effort into how she looked- her blonde hair was nappy and her body was hidden under dingy sweats. I had never seen her before but I had the sudden urge to take her under my wing and doll her up. She had potential.
Either way, her and Stiles went to climbing the wall, Stiles did durprisingly well; up and down in seconds. Or maybe it looked like seconds compared to the girl next to him that was shaking and crying. The whole gym class sorrouneded the mat at the bottom of the wall, Coach yelling out, "Erica? You okay? Dizzy? Vertigo?"
Lydia kisses her teeth and explains, "Vertigo's a dysfunction of the
vestibular system of the inner ear. You know she has epilsepsy." Well that can't be safe.
"What? Color blind student and an epileptic one? Why does nobody tell me these things. Erica! You're good. Push off. I'll ease you down"
We all watch as she hesitates for a second, not moving at all until finally she lets herself fall gently. As soon as her feet touch the floor, coach rushed to help her out of her belt. The fear and embarrasment was in heavy in her eyes. I can't help but feel bad for her. I didn't know she was epileptic but even if she was she could still look good. She was prettier than Lydia, even.
Either way, the distraction of her embarrssment at least provided me a great opening to leave the gym. Fuck school, I'm going home.
As soon as I opened the door, my dad was sitting on the staircase with broken off arrows in his hand. He was sitting there waiting for me as if this was some type of old r&b music video and he had caught me cheating.
Slowly I let my book bag drop to the floor, desperately trying to escape from my father's piercing eyes and poker face. After a moment of silence he finally said, "I'm not mad."
I let out a long sigh. Thank God.
"But, I am curious. He's alive."
That same breath that I was holding came back, tightening in my throat and making a big knot that I had to swallow. "Uh. Derek showed up."
"So Derek's alive. And the beta." There was a moment of silence between the two of us. My dad stood from his sitting position and walked to throw the arrow in the trash. Finally he said, "I'm not sure if you're faltering or using morals."
"Maybe a little bit of both," I said honestly, giving him a shoulder shrug. "In the moment I just thought maybe killing a sixteen year old who might've killed his abusive father wasn't right."
"That's not your decision to make."
"So it was Gerard's? The same man who manipulated my aunt into killing an entire family?" I scoffed at the end of my words, crossing my arms in a stance ready to battle my father. The only person who can question me and my motives is myself. Period.
My dad completely ignored my mention of Kate and continued on with his condescending tone, "Actually, no. You see, our family has a * surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions-the hard ones- with the women."
"Well, I always knew my mother had that killr instinct," I joked with an eye roll, making my father breath out a very angry breath.
Then, Gerard came from around the corner, also sporting his own poker face- but with him you could always see the darkness in his eyes. He said in monotone, "That's right. And if we find Isaac on another full moon, we will kill him."
For some reason that didn't sit well in my stomach, even if I might be the reason they felt the need to kill him in the first place. The discomfort made me unconsiously shuffle my feet, not looking up to Gerard or even my dad.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Gerard demanded, making me jump. I didn't want to look, but something just told me to do it. Any thing to get out of this tense situation. When I looked up, Gerard was right in front of me, too close that his hot breath was fanning over my face. "Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters are trained to be leaders…. I'm not sure if I can trust you to be a leader."
Finally, he moved away from me and walked back. Every move, word, and expression reminded me of my aunt. So calculated and….manipulative. I didn't like him at all. "Your father seems to trust you. Says you broke records with training. But I am not so sure you're ready to make the real decisions. You also suggested we kill Isaac- even wanted to do it. But then didn't go through. I find that insecurity to be a liablity." His shaky tone continously rised and then fell in his shrewd elaboration. I glanced to my dad, but he wouldn't even look at me.
"Allison has started her training." Gerard said plainly, but I knew exactly what he meant by the statement.
This was now a competition.
I hope my line is there now but yeah I somehow got this under 3000 words. As I go through the season im finding it hard not to steal scenes from allison but as of right now except that one scene where she helps save isaac, everything else is canon. Sorry i haent been updating im in school and playing sims.
We are only on episode 3. And i believe still will be in the next episode but tehcnically if i was following their strucure i would be on chapter 14 anyway. Im trying to split them up more but i dont want the story to be so long, unless you guys dont care? Lmk 3
