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"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
If nothing, Fredric at least gave her a location of one target. Before saying goodbye, he added "Don't dig in too deep, girl. Just do the job."
Jolene had thousand more questions to ask him, and his warning only made her more curious, but she decided to stay quiet and not test her luck.
Derek Hale lives in downtown apartment loft in Beacon Hills. Wondering how Fredric got his address, she realized she's not feeling nervous at all. Doing this for a long time clearly makes you immune to nervousness.
But the truth is, lack of information should be bothering her a lot. This is not how she works; her code is to know people before she puts a bullet in their head. It's good when you your target because it's easier to cope with a fact that you just took a life. It never feels right, and you can always sense that guilt eating you inside. Jolene likes to tell herself that when you know the reason a person deserved to die, it's a different story. She never forgets her targets, because that would mean she felt no remorse. If you feel no remorse, you're not human.
Jolene had trouble pulling heavy, metal door open. She was strong, but also small, and lifting heavy objects wasn't her thing. D. is strength, Jolene is speed. Knocking would be polite thing to do, but what's the point in being polite when she will take the man's life in matter of seconds. Killing him isn't such a polite thing to do. Before stepping inside the loft, she squeezed Ruger .22 in her right hand.
Cold metal against her skin bought provoking memories - women crying, men without honor trying to beg for their life. Some of them laughed, and those were her favorite. Because when they look at you, you're able to see the fear in their eyes and they will still be brave. They won't let you win until the very end.
She observed spacious apartment with exposed brickwork. Although the sun already rose, there is still small amount of light reaching inside through large arched windows. Everything inside looks haunted; old and dusty furniture only gives it more nightmarish look. Except an unmade bed and leftovers, the loft seems empty, with no signs of life. She picked up a book closes to her and opened it. Its pages are old, and they have that smell of antique books. After turning a few pages, she realized they were written in Latin. Next to the text, a picture of half wolf – half human pulled her attention. Freak, she whispered.
Jolene admired the view outside a big dirty window full of stains, thinking about where the hell could he be at this time in the morning. She doesn't know that Hale guy and his morning routines, but every sane person sleeps at five a.m.
Her plan was good. She was supposed to catch him sleeping, shoot him while he's dreaming so she doesn't have to see the look on his face.Like a coward, she thought.
A heavy groan coming from her right interrupted her thoughts. When she looked around, glancing at every direction there was no one there. Maybe it was just a pipe, but to be more cautious she decided to search where the sound came from.
Once again, something groaned. This time followed by heavy breathing. She did not imagine it, surely there was someone else here too.
When Jolene reached circular staircase, it was clear what made that awful sound. A man, from what she could see he was in late forties, was holding his shoulder weakly. "Kill… me…" The man begged, words barely leaving his mouth. Jolene wondered how long he's lying here, under the stairs, waiting for Death to come for him.
She'd pull the trigger, right away without any hesitation, but she needs answers. "Who are you?"
"N-" he couldn't talk, his mouth drained.
"Where is Derek Hale?"
A man shook his head. He wasn't helping. Whit him in this condition, she won't find out anything. "Kate," man finally murmured "Argent."
Dying person took a deep breath. Coming closer to him, Jolene leaned her gun on his head. She waited, hoping he will give her any other information. He didn't close his eyes , he just stared at her and shivered. Wanting to do it as quickly as she can, Jolene pulled the trigger. His body leaned, and because of the strength of the bullet he fell on his right side. Last amount of breath left his lungs before the fall. His eyes stayed open, staring blankly at young girl in front of him.
Who the hell is Kate Argent?
Sound of metal hitting against metal sliced the silence like a sword. Her attention moved from dead man to source of loud noise.
Door opened, revealing a man who stepped inside slowly. She couldn't see his face, just a dark silhouette. Trying to slow down her breathing, she hid underneath the circular stairs. Dead man already stank like a corpse, and she could feel the vomit going up her throat. She needs to get out of here.
"Is it Peter Day today? Maybe my birthday?" Black silhouette moved across the big apartment, stopping in front of a window. Now she could see him better, which also meant he could see Jolene too, and that playing hide and seek is useless.
Jolene stood up straight, morning rays of light hurt her eyes. She didn't even notice how quickly it became lighter inside the room.
Dark brown haired man still stared outside the window. From where he stood you're able to see most of Beacon Hills preserve. He pretended like she isn't there, and it made her angry. How can he be so peaceful when a man literally died moment ago in his apartment, and there's a girl holding a gun standing right beside him.
Question popped inside hers head, did he shoot that man?
With sudden rush of anger and confusion, Jolene pointed her Ruget .22 at him. Peter crooked his head and studied the girl for a moment. To him, this was a joke and she could feel it. "Tell me where Derek Hale is or I'll shoot you." Girl commanded.
A villainous smile formed on Peter's face. "And why do you need my nephew for?"
"To give him a flower," she couldn't help herself. Everything about the man standing there annoyed her. "What do you think?"
She pulled the gun up, now aiming at his head, "Well someone for seeded you at that, dear…" he said, "Didn't do the job right, tho." He returned his eyes back to look outside, gun clearly didn't bother him even a little.
"Great! You tell me where he is and I can fix up that mistake."
This time, Peter didn't mess around. He had it enough with stupid teenagers and their games. "Why don't you leave now, go write your homework kid."
"Doing my homework right now, sir." Jolene breathed out and pulled the trigger.
The bulled found its way into his chest. He bumped into table behind him but still remained on his legs. For a second, they just stared at each other without words. Peter's eyes were filled with surprise. How stupid can this girl be to even try something like that? He could tear her apart without shifting.
Moving a hand on his chest, he moved one step forward. That's when fear kicked inside of her and she panicked. Pulling the trigger one more time, she made a step closer to the door. Again bullet crushed into his chest but man stayed on his feet. This time he didn't fall backwards at all, he continued moving towards her.
Jolene wanted an explanation. Reasonable statement that will explain why the man isn't dead yet. Two bullets are supposed to at least hurt him a little.
After the third bullet, Peter stopped and looked at his wound. "That was brand new shirt, expensive. And now it's ruined." Jolene glanced at his chest, blue buttoned up shirt was soaked in red liquid, but it doesn't seem to bother him. Like it's just a flesh wound, he continued moving. When she looked back up, she was just in time to see green eyes turning into cold, steel blue. His face deformed in seconds, hair grew out from his cheeks and normal teeth were replaced by fangs.
Adrenalin kicked in her blood like a drug , she didn't wait for an explanation, but started firing the gun. Bullet after bullet crushed into his skin. They had no major effect, but at least they slowed him down. Soon, she was left with no bullets.
While reaching for a knife inside her boot, Peter hurried to catch her. But, Jolene was fast too, and with quick movement she slipped out of his hand. Powerful scream escaped her lungs after his claws dig deep in her back.
Jolene, finally free from him and his claws, hammered her dagger his body, near the collar bone – and took the opportunity to sprint outside the loft, down the stairs and outside the building. She ran and run until she was safe in her Camaro. Only then she turned around to see where her attacker is. Even though he wasn't on the sight, she still couldn't calm down.