"The few of you lazy asses that did the assignment I gave yesterday go a head and turn it in," Coach ordered after writing on the board.

It's been three days since Kate and I had yet another fight. I have to say I'm surprise she haven't showed up yet, but trust me, I'm not missing her. As soon as I start wondering where she is, she usually pops up, destroying anything and anyone that is standing in her way.

"Coach, you gave us the assignment last Friday," Danny corrected handing his homework in.

"Danny I like you." Coach stated. "Don't make me regret that."

I chuckled to myself as I focused on getting my homework together. I rip the sheets out of my notebook.

"Homework?"

I look up to see Kate standing beside my desk. "What are you doing here," I said with clenched teeth.

She smiled at me, and took my homework. "Look at my little man, he actually did his homework."

"Do you know I get tired of your face?" I mumbled, taking my work back. "What are you doing here?"

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out." She playfully taps my nose with her finger before laughing.

Her laugh got louder and louder by the second. The laughter seemed to circle me and I could hear it in every direction. It got so unbearable that I had to cover my ears and drop my head on my desk.

Finally I had had enough. "SHUT UP!" I yelled.

All of a sudden the room fell dead silence. I looked around to see that I was the only one in the classroom. I stood up out of my desk to walk around the empty room. I had this eerie feeling in my stomach. I reach the coach's desk to only find his whistle. I lifted and studied the whistle. Engraved into the metal was 'I'LL NEVER LEAVE.'

I begin to hear a soft but high pitched whistle. I look around the room, but find that I'm still alone. I turn my attention back to the whistle to find that the noise was coming from the object. I bring the whistle to my ear. The whistle grew louder quickly. I threw the whistle towards the board causing the whistle to shatter. A large gust of wind blew from the chalkboard causing me to stumble back with closed eyes.

I open my eyes to see Coach Finnstock standing in front of my desk blowing his whistle.

"I'm the only one who says shut up, so you shut up," Coach yelled before giving me detention.

I gloomed through the remainder of the class, ignoring Stiles and Scott's successful attempts to get detention.

Scott, Stiles, and I sat in Coach Finnstock class after school for detention. We were lined in three desks in the front of the room. I tried to busy myself with math homework, but was easily distracted by Coach Finnstock.

"Do you have to chew your gum like that?" I asked looking at the coach loudly chewing his gum.

The coach laughs and begins to chew loader. He shouts in pain after biting his tongue. "Don't move," Coach orders, leaving the room holding his tongue.

I look down at my work to see the problems blurred, but uncontrollably began to write. I felt my hand moving but I couldn't point out what I was writing. I continued to quickly write until my pen was taken from my hand.

I stand and reaches for the person. "Don't. Touch. My stuff," I growled at Stiles as I held him by his shirt. I released him with a shove.

"I just asked how you were doing."

"Like you would care." I snatched my pin from his frozen hand. "I don't even hang with you losers," I pointed as I sat back down.

"Not the first time we were called that," Stiles mumbled.

I leaned back in my chair to look at Stiles and Scott standing in front of the desk. I notice them staring at my paper. I snatched the paper, and asked, "what do you two idiots want?"

"What was that?" Scott asked.

I give him a careless shrug. "A sheet of paper."

""What was on the paper?" Stiles asked.

"The first ten amendments. What do you think it is? It's a math sheet. I'm pretty sure it has math problems on it."

"No, I'm talking about the drawing, smart ass."

"It's a teletubby with wings," I sarcastically answer, hiding my uncertainness. "In a few seconds it'll fly off the page."

"Just want to see it," Stiles stated, reaching for sheet.

I stand to keep it out of Stiles reach. I push him back as he constantly try to get the paper behind my back.

"What the hell is going on?"

We all look to see Coach Finnstock at the door. Scott opens his mouth to explain but was stopped.

"I don't even want to know," Coach stated. "My tongue burns like hell, and I want you three out of my sight." He watches the three of us stand motionless. "Get the hell out of my sight."

I grab my bag and lead Scott and Stiles out of the classroom. As I walked down the hall I look at the sheet of paper still clutched in my hand.

In the bottom corner was a drawing of a ring. The ring had arrows carver into it. It was a pretty decent drawing, considering I can't draw.

I shoved the drawing into my bag and continue to my locker. As I turned a corner I was met by two hazel eyes. "Hey," I greet Lydia. I wait for Lydia to return the greeting, but she only continued to look at me dazed. "Bye." I walk past her to get to my locker, which was only a few feet away. I exchange the books that I don't have homework for.

"What's wrong Lydia," I overhear Stiles ask Lydia.

"There's something wrong with him."

"You're just figuring that out. Sometimes I wait to see if his eyes are going to roll to the back of his head, and then his head start freaking turning around in circle," Stiles said pointing to me.

"No. There is something different," Lydia whispered.

Not wanting to hear anymore I slammed my locker causing all three of them to jump. I stormed out of the school not looking back.

I walked into the apartment and find boxes sitting in the hall. I looked into the cracked door to my left. Chris was in his office, looking through a box. Not wanting to help him clean his office, I quietly, but quickly begin to my room.

"Hey Kevin,"

"Damn," I mumbled under my breath. I slowly turned to see Chris standing outside his office with a box in his arms. "Hey."

"Can you help me?" Chris asked. "It's only a few things."

I wanted to say to say no, but decided to help. Not like I haven't been moving boxes almost my whole life.

"So, how was your day?" He asked beginning to go through another box.

"It was okay. Nothing unusual." I grab a box and began to shuffle through it. "Why are you..."

"It's a lot of memories," Chris answered, knowing what I was asking. "I'm deciding on what to keep or throw out."

"Just making sure my uncle wasn't becoming a hoarder," I joked.

After minutes of talking and listening to Chris's stories I lose track of time.

"Umm I have to..." I tried to think of an excuse.

"Go ahead and do your homework," Chris excused. "I'm going to take this out." Chris lifted the box from his desk and began to walk out of the office.

I stand and begin to walk out, but a box on the floor caught my attention. "You- you do that- that thing you just said you were going to do," I stuttered, staring at the box. When Chris turned to me, I quickly looked up to him giving him an innocent smile. I could tell Chris wanted to speak, but decided not to as he walked out of the office.

The apartment door closed, signaling I was alone. I scoop the box into my hands and rushed to my room. As I pushed my room door open, The apartment door reopens. I quickly toss the box into my room and closed the door, leaving me standing in the hall.

"Hey Kevin," Allison greeted closing the front door.

"Hey Allison," I greeted back, failing to seem normal.

"Are you okay?" She ask concerned.

"I'm great. Never been better."

She nodded her head as she walked past me, continuing towards her room. She twisted her doorknob, but turned back to me. "If you're not too busy, you should hangout with us," she offered. "I understand that you don't like Stiles and Scott, but they're easier to be around when you get to know them."

"I doubt that," I mumbled. "I'll think about it."

She nodded and went into her room.

I slid into my room, and locked the door. I lifted the deserted box and sat on my bed. I opened the box to find multiple envelopes labeled 'RETURN TO SENDER'. I lifted a envelope and noticed it was addressed to me at one of my past addresses. I drop the envelope and picked up another. I realized the box was full of letters from Kate to me. I open a closed letter and began to read it.

In a few short days, you'll be starting kindergarten. I know your dad has been counting down to this moment since you were born. I have my own moment I'm looking forward to.

I'm sorry I can't be there. I have to handle the family business. You'll be a great addition when you're older, but for now, you should focus on a education.

I know your dad is reading this to you, but you're very smart.

Love, Mom

I drop the letter back into the box and reach for another.

I need you to know that I'm sorry. I promised your dad I'd keep you safe, but I failed. I should have waited. You're eight years old. I understand that you didn't have the emotional strength to pull the trigger and leave.

When I held you for the first time I thought 'this is the first of many things we'll do together'. Now I'll just have to wait until you're older to take you back out.

Sorry, Mom

I ran my hand through my hair, remembering the night Kate was apologizing for in her letter.

I wrapped my jacket tighter around my body as the late November air breeze across my skin. I look around only to see nothing but trees. I don't see why my mom would bring me out here this late at night. How does she expect us to see anything. I turn back to my mom who was going through the weapons in the back of her car.

"Which one do you want Kevin?" she asked not looking away from a gun she was expecting.

"Maybe a gun," I said, not remembering all the types of guns that she told me about

"If you can't be more specific, then you can't have one at all."

"Fine, I will take the 9MM pistol."

She handed me my weapon of choice as soon as she found it. The cold metal was now a familiar weight in my hands.

"Which one do you think I should use?"

"Get the M16… with the scope," I suggested.

"Nice choice. I think I look pretty hot holding this." We both laughed as she posed with her weapon. "Don't forget to stay beside me, and what do we do if we get separated from our weapons?"

"In my case I use my daggers, but you will use your sword." I smiled as I lifted my shirt to reveal the daggers that hung on my hips.

"Do you remember how to use…" She jumped when I threw one of my daggers towards her. With a lot of training I was able to get it to miss her head with a few inches, and for it to hit the tree behind her. "Nice," she beamed as she ruffled my hair.

After retrieving my dagger, we headed into the thick dark forest. We continued to walk about twenty minutes without hearing anything. Just when I was about to give up I heard a twig snap to the right of us. In a blink of an eye mom was running in that direction. I tried to keep up with her, but it was nearly impossible. Within seconds I had lost her. I lean on a tree to catch my breathe. Still trying to regain myself, I look around to study my surroundings. After I pushed off the tree, I readjusted my gun. I started to walk back in the direction - I thought was the direction- which the car was.

Five minutes later I had not reached the car. I was more lost. I knew I should have paid more attention to the maps when mom showed them to me. I decided that my mom was probably looking for me now, so I sat under the nearest tree. The only thing I could hear were crickets and an owl that seemed to be far away. I closed my eyes so I could focus more on my surroundings.

"What are you doing out here?" a deep voice calls out causing me to jump. I quickly stood up pointing my gun where I heard the voice. "Woah! I won't hurt you," it called out again sounding closer.

"Show yourself!" I shouted.

I look closer to see a slightly short man step into my view. He had blond hair that looked to be gelled back. The man was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans.

"Do you need help?" he ask. "Are you out here with someone?"

"That's none of your business." I gripped the gun tighter. "Who are you?"

"My name is William, but everyone calls me Will."

"Why are you out?"

"I asked that question first," he said, not answering my question.

When I moved closer towards him with the gun pointed now at his head he said," I was just passing through. Now why are you out here?"

"I'm out here with my mom. I lost her about ten minutes ago," I admitted.

"Look, you can drop that tough guy act now. I can't help you if you keep waving that thing in my face."

I thought about it, honestly I did, but I wasn't about to do something that stupid. "I'm eight, in the woods lost, and out of nowhere you pop up. Yea, I'm going to keep this right here in case you decided to make a move that I don't like."

"Fine, but do not pull that trigger just because your finger is itchy," Will demanded. "Got it?"

"Got it."

I let Will lead so I could keep an eye on him. It seemed liked we were going in circles after a while.

"So, I never did get your name," he reminded looking over his shoulder as we walked.

"Kevin."

"What, no last name?"

"I prefer not to share." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on. I'm taking you to your mother, and you can't tell me what you last name is."

"Fine, it's Argent."

He stopped dead in his tracks. His shoulders were tensed up. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I got to go," he said, rushing off.

"Now Kevin. Shot him," I heard my mom yell.

"What?" I ask confused. Why would I kill someone that just tried to help me?

"He's getting away, Kevin."

After realizing that I wasn't going to shoot him, she shot Will in the leg causing him to fall to the ground. He tried crawling away, but Mom kicked him causing him to roll onto his back. She walked over to me and grabbed my arm forcefully. She basically dragged me to Will.

"We have been working on this Kevin. Just point and shoot."

"Yes we have been working on this, but you never told me we would be killing real people!" I screamed.

"Shoot him!" she yelled.

"No I don't want to."

I watched in horror as this woman, who I called mom kill an innocent man. He begged for his life saying that he had to get to his family. How dare she. His cold dead eyes was embedded into my memory. The feel of his warm blood that had splattered on me and ran down my face and arms.

The look of pure evil that had struck my mother's face. Her smile fell once she removed her eyes off of Will's now dead body and placed them on me. "I'm disappointed in you," she said pulling me away from his body and back to the car.

Once we arrived at the car, she put all of the hunting weapons back into their places in the back of the car. I watch her in disgust as we get into the car. We rode in silence most of the way home. She would glance at me every once in a while.

"Kevin." She reached out to touch my hand.

I snatch my hand out of her reach. I just can't deal with her right now. I'm still trying to get Will's lifeless body out of my mind.

"I understand that you weren't ready for this."

"Ready? No one would ever be ready to see the person that they thought was the safest person on this planet kill another person," I said, raising my voice.

"He was an animal."

I snapped my head to look at her in disbelief. "I didn't see an animal. I saw a man that was trying to help me find you. Nothing animalistic about him," I continued to yell.

"I don't like your tone," she scolded.

"And, I don't like you. I feel like an idiot because I look at you as my role model. You're disappointed in me. Well, I'm ashamed of you. He had a family. Does that even bother you that his family will never see him again?"

She looked forward, not saying anything. She was clenching the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles had turned white.

"I will apologize for letting you do this, but I won't apologize for what our family has been doing for generations," she broke the silence. "We Argent protects the world from those things."

"I'm still confused on what 'those things' are." I rolled my eyes looking out the window.

"Werewolves," she said slowly. "We hunt those who hunt us."

I didn't have anything else to say to her. If killing people was something our family does, then I don't think I want to be in that family.

I return to reality, feeling the same chills I had that night. I reach for another envelope.

Happy Birthday Kevin. I can't believe you're turning eleven. I bet you're the smartest eleven year old in this whole world. That's pretty badass. As usually I'm stuck trying to deal with the family business. I hope you have an amazing day.

Love from your mother.

I thought you should have this. It's the family sign. Now you have one like me. It would mean a lot if you wore it.

I pull a necklace out of the envelope. It was a silver pendent with a snarling wolf and arrows on it. It was hung by a black thin band. All I could do was look down at it. I can't wear this. It'll only bring back old memories. Instead, I gently placed the letter and bracelet back into the envelope. I pick up a different letter and begin to read it.

I know you're tired of my apologizes, but I'm sorry. I want to apologize for making such unwise choices. I want you to forgive me. I can't take another day without knowing how my baby boy is. I will see you soon, and your father won't change that.

I crumble the paper in my hand before finishing. I think back to the last time I saw her in person.

"Dad, can you help me," I asked, sitting at the kitchen table. I held out my homework for him to take.

My dad study the paper. "This is what you're learning 7th grade?" He asked, puzzled. "I don't even know this. Don't you have something else to work on? Just do you're reading."

"I did it. It took me four hours to finish."

"It took you four hours to read two chapters of Hatchet?"

"No," I answered. "I read the whole book."

Reading was my best and favorite subject. Once I started a book, the rest of the world was invisible. I could read a book in hours. In the sixth grade I was reading at a tenth grade level.

"Well, go look this up online," he suggested, giving me my homework.

I nod and stand from the table. As I walked out the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. "I got it," I yelled to my dad. I opened the door to find the worst surprise.

"Hi Kevin."

"Kate," I coldly greeted back. After the night in the woods, I had very little respect for my mother.

"Kevin, who's at the do..." My dad froze when he caught glimpse of Kate. "Kevin go to your room," he ordered, eyeing Kate.

I began down the hall, but stopped. Wanting to hear what would be said, I stood out of view. I couldn't see my dad or Kate, but I could hear them clearly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see my son; not to fight with you, Luke," Kate answered.

"You didn't come here for neither of those," my dad stated. "You're here to brainwash MY son."

"I'm.."

"I try to have the most upright respect for you, but you make it really hard."

I hear a loud slam that caused me to jump. I peeked around the corner to see Kate standing in front of my dad.

"Listen, you ungrateful bastard."

"No, you listen to me, you psychotic bitch," my dad angrily interrupted. "I have had enough of your shit. If you or anyone of your 'hunting buddies' come around my son, I will put a bullet in all of your skulls."

In a blink of an eye Kate had a gun pointed to the center of my dad's forehead. "How about I put a bullet through YOUR skull?"

I smiled as I saw my dad push the gun out of his face. If he was scared you would never know because the strong fearless emotion on his face. "Even if you did kill me, I promise you will NEVER get your hands on my son. Now get the hell out of my house."

"Hell no," Kate refused. "I refuse to let you keep me away from my child any longer. It doesn't matter where you take him, I will find him. I'm his damn mother. I have the same rights you do," she argued.

"Yea, let's see how many rights you will have if the cops found out that you took our son to kill someone when he was eight." By now Dad had turned a bright red from all the yelling. I don't know how long he can keep this up before he snaps.

"You're such an ass," Kate yelled, breathed heavily, knowing she has lost. "I want my son."

"You didn't seem to want him when you left him when he was three months old. Three months old, Kate!"

Yep Dad has snapped. He has finally gone off the edge.

"I had no other choice," Kate defended herself. "I came back every chance I had, if you let me."

"Last time I check you weren't a kid. You could have made your own decisions, and I'm about up to here," dad said raising his hand over Kate's head, "with you and your damn dysfunctional family. I will not let Kevin keep accepting the reason why you left was because you had no choice."

Kate stood silent for a moment. "I hate you so damn much," Kate admitted. "I hated you then, and until this day, I still hate you."

"That hurt me so much." Dad sarcastically said. "Just admit that you can't stand that neither me or Kevin love you. Hell, we even don't like you, and we damn sure don't need you."

"Kevin needs me, weather you want to admit it or not."

"No," Dad said calming down a little. "You didn't need him so he doesn't need you. Now, I'm going to ask you politely to leave."

"I'm not leaving until I see Kevin."

"GET OUT!" dad roared causing both me and Kate to jump. He move around Kate to open the door.

Before she turned to leave, she looked at me. She gave me a small reassuring smile as she walked past my dad. The last things I saw was the tear that had slid slowly down her cheek.

I looked up from my clenched fists to see Chris standing in my doorway. "Did she have a choice?"

Chris continue to watch me silently. "Everyone has a choice," he answered as he closed my door deciding that what he wanted could wait.

I fell back on my bed. I have never felt more frustrated and confused.

A/N: Hey you guys/ gals. So you kind of get some of Kevin's past. Review and tell me what was your favorite flash back. Sorry it took so long to upload, but we just continued to add things to it. I hope you like it. It was a lot of time for my team and I to write. So please follow/favorite/ and review. We honestly love reviews. Peace.