Chapter 12: The Advice
Scott drove in furious rage, thinking about how he would solve this problem. He was still in Huntsmen mode, and was thinking like one. Jake needs to learn respect, but how do you teach someone that? The answer came to him automatically. He smiled wickedly, knowing that this was such an obvious solution. He turned right, and headed straight to the Huntslair. When he arrived he walked quickly into the building, not even bothering to shut his car door.
"Huntsmaster?" Scott tested the office door. There was silence, and then a 'come in'. Scott did so, glancing at the chair on the far side of the room.
"Scott? What are you doing here; this is not a meeting night?" The Huntsmaster stated in his cold voice. Scott took a few steps forward, and replied hastily.
"I was just seeking some wisdom." Scott said admiringly, giving a deep bow. The Huntsmaster huffed, and leaned back in his throne-like chair.
Lacing his fingers together thoughtfully, he asked, "And what do you seek counseling of?" Scott lifted his head, and stood tall.
"I doubt that you missed Jake's…antics yesterday?"
The Huntsmaster tilted his head upwards a bit at the mention of Jake. He surely hadn't missed Jake's 'antics' as Scott put it. He had been both irritated and impressed by that boy, and had had his mind set on making a Huntsboy out of him.
"You thought correctly to call upon me. I myself have been pondering on how to change a boy like that's…disciplinary problems. But surely it would only take a simple scolding or beating to get it out of him." The Huntsmaster answered calmly. "Today's children seem to be easier to break; they have little tolerance for pain."
Scott winced slightly at the mention of a beating. He had had to go through that when he was younger, and it was not a happy memory. "Master, I don't believe it will be that simple. Yes, chastising and beating may work on the other teen recruits, but…lets say, I know Jake well. I am his father. But I have never had any inkling of a clue that Jake new advanced martial arts! Or that he knew how to fight! You saw him as well yesterday, and that was not novice fighting. Today, we had a disagreement after we returned from the meeting. Jake was angry that I brought him to the Huntslair, and I was upset at how he acted. Anyways, we yelled back and forth, and Jake seemed totally unaffected by any of my words…all I am trying to say is that this may be harder than we think."
"Yes, it may be difficult…but not impossible." The Huntsmaster stood up, and walked over to a large bookshelf quietly. "Scott, do you remember that horrible dragon that killed your sister?"
Scott was surprised by this question, but managed an answer, "Yes-all too well." The Huntsmaster stood with his back to Scott, casually flipping through the book's pages.
"You want to avenge her, don't you? Kill her killer?" The Huntsmaster stated coolly. Scott's fists clenched, and his brow furrowed.
"More than anything. If I knew who or where that dragon was, he would be dead in a heartbeat."
The Huntsmaster grinned, though Scott didn't see it, as he was facing his back. "Than, you would be interested to know that that very dragon resides here in New York City, and accompanies the American Dragon. He is the American Dragon's Dragon Master."
"What? Why wasn't I told of this earlier?" Scott said, a bit hurt. The Huntsmaster turned, a wicked grin on his darkened face.
"Because, my friend, I have just now discovered the Dragon Master's identity. Come here, have a look."
Scott walked quickly over to a spot nest to the Huntsmaster, and gasped when he saw the face of his father-in-law.
A/N: Duh Duh Duh! A cliffie! Don't worry though, you won't have to wonder for too long what Scott's reaction will be to discovering his father-in-law killed his sister is, for I will post the next chappy tonight!