Allison Altman is all grown up and on a mission of Revenge...
POV. Allison Altman
I gazed longingly into the distance, looking into the world everyone was always told was dangerous. Little did everyone know that it was I who made it dangerous. But was being the villain so bad? Perhaps I should start at the beginning. My first kill. It was a simple affair, quick and easy but it got me hooked. One bash with a silver tray and I knew that I now lived to kill. So now here I was 25 kills and never caught, until my 26th that was my downfall. Standing over a body in an operating room. As sea of people around me crowding round the open chest of the 59-year-old man with greying red hair who had killed my mother. But I'm getting ahead of myself after all I said I'd start at the beginning and there is so much more to tell. After all my story has only just begun.
I lived a happy life with my mother and father, or so I thought. Turns out for 22 long years I had been living a lie. I was named Allison after my mother's dead best friend my full name being Allison Megan Altman. I was always told I was the spitting image of my mother, she was my world. I became a cardiothoracic surgeon just like her, she never saw me do more than get my doctorate. But anyway, that's beside the point back to my 22nd birthday, I was sat round the dinner table talking to my mother and father when a sharp knock pierced the happiness.
"I'll get it." My mother said walking towards the door. "Owen!" I heard her yell.
"Can I come in?" The stranger asked shifting from foot to foot.
"I suppose so." My mother letting him in and showing him to where we were all sat. The stranger nodded and mumbled some greeting to my father before sitting and staring at my mother.
"How did you find us?" My mother asked her voice shaking slightly.
"You overestimate yourself Teddy you're not that hard to find." The man said with a faint chuckle.
"Don't talk to her like that Owen." My father said glaring at the man.
"Who are you?" I timidly asked. "How do you know my mother and father?"
"Teddy told you this pathetic excuse for a man was your father. She lied; I'm surprised she had it in her. No Tom Koracick is no father. I on the other hand am, yours to be exact. I know your mother because she was my wife, and you are my daughter. The man you defend as your father is no more than a sneak who stole my wife away." Owen said glaring at the man I thought was my father.
"Mom is that true?" I asked looking into her eyes willing her to say no.
"I'm so sorry baby girl. I should have told you, but I had to get way from him. I ran away when I found out I was going to have you. I ran away with Tom he knew." My mother said in tears.
"Knew what?" I asked.
"That he hit me." My mother said bluntly taking a sip of her wine. "You were a good man once upon a time." My mother said looking Owen. All the while the man who I thought was my father but turned out to be my stepfather would take his eyes off of my mother. It wouldn't change my feelings for Tom, that's what I told myself anyway, but I never called him father again. I couldn't believe it 22 years of lies but if my mother had lied it must have been bad, after all Teddy Altman never lies (is what I'd been told by the doctors she worked with).
"Why are you here Owen?" My mother asked.
"To kill you." Owen calmly responded quickly standing a rapping his hands around her throat. My mother let out a hideous cloaking sound before she stopped fighting as Owen loosened his grip.
"Owen please!" My mother pleaded.
"Oh Teddy. You know as well as anyone that when I want something I never give up." Owen said retightening his grip.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"Teddy!" Tom yelled at the same time both. Owen held my mom slightly off the ground so as she drew once once last shuddering breath her feet and hold body slumped. Owen stood still for 5 seconds watching her lifeless body in his hands, in the meantime it felt like years had ticked on, he stood there holding her throat before driving a pocket knife through it sending her blood cascading down her throat. He finally dropped my mom's body to the floor and stepped over it and the pool of blood on his way out. Me and Tom were to terrified to move and so just watched Owen leave. The second we heard the door shut we ran over to the lifeless body on the floor, Tom reached for her neck to find a pulse, knowing deep down it was hopeless her heart had been stopped for to long and Owen had cut her one of her main arteries. It was no good she was gone.
"Come on Teddy. Don't do this to me." Tom muttered. "Theodora Grace Altman you will not die on me Major." Tom ordered.
"You did nothing." I yelled. "And now my mom is dead. You did nothing!" My hands acted before my brain could interrupt. I grabbed the silver tray off the table and thrashed it as hard as I could against the head of the man I thought was my father for 22 years. "This is your fault!" I yelled as he collapsed next to my mother. I dragged his body into the kitchen, that traitor would not lay next to my mother. Before I left I broke a gas pipe. Everyone would assume that was cause of death. I would make sure there was no autopsy. He didn't do a thing to stop Owen, I couldn't have beaten him, but Tom could have. I pulled out my phone and dialled for an ambulance.
"Hi yes, it's my mom and her husband. They've both collapsed my mother has no heart beat she fell and a knife sliced her throat it's severed a major artery. Her husband has a brain trauma from falling. He collapsed just after her, hit his head on the way down. I think he's gone too." I calmly said. The man on the phone was talking to me like I was an idiot. "Listen, I've just finished med school. I'm going to Mayo Clinic in 2 weeks time. I know what I'm talking about. Just get an ambulance here quickly."
The time of death being called was the hardest part. You try hearing that the woman who had unconditionally loved you for 22 years just be announced gone in 4 words.
"Time of death 19:23." One doctor called.
"Oh my god. Teddy!" A stranger's voice called.
"Who are you?" I asked defensively standing between my mother and the new woman.
"I'm Megan, Megan Hunt. I'm her sister-in-law and one of your mothers' best friends." The woman called Megan said.
"Were you related to my father?" I asked.
"Not Tom, no." Megan said.
"My real father, then?" I asked as Megan nodded.
"Yes, but I haven't seen my brother in years. Anyway, you must be…?" Megan asked.
"I'm Allison Megan Altman." I said. "I guess I'm your niece." I couldn't believe it I have an aunt. An aunt who I was named after, Megan.
"Listen my shift ends in 15 minutes. Do you want to go get some coffee?" Megan asked.
"Umm, sure. I'll fill in whatever paperwork they want me to do, and I'll meet you in the lobby." I said. I had whiplash from how quickly my life had changed, one minute everything was normal the next I find out 22 years was a lie. One cup of coffee then I'd leave California to go to Florida for my residency.
One cup of coffee and it felt like no time at all. Megan laughed and joked easily with me.
"You know your mom would have moved mountains for you." Megan said as we were leaving.
"Yeah, I know." I said.
"She was so brave and strong." Megan said handing me a note with her phone number scrawled across. "My brother is an ass. There's not excuse for that but I'm sure you'll find me lovely. So just give me a call whenever. Bye Allison and good luck." Megan said leaving me behind in the coffee shop.
I saw Megan next 6 years later, I had finished residency with little to no incident. I went to see Megan before I moved to Germany for my fellowship with Cristina Yang. My mom left me an apartment in Germany right on the border of Switzerland. Cristina's hospital was right on the German border, so I was in luck. I told Megan I was leaving the country and 5 hours later I was on a plane. I replayed the conversation in my head over and over again.
"I'm leaving Megan." I said barley looking her in the eye.
"Leaving but you've only just gotten back." Megan had been staying in my mother's and Tom's house while I was in Florida.
"I know but I have been offered a job. On the German-Switzerland border, it's a job with Cristina Yang. I can't refuse." I said. "My mom left me the apartment in Germany and this house. You can stay here and I'll go to Germany. I'll be fine and so will you. We'll still phone all the time." I said hugging Megan over the years we'd grown close.
"Listen one of my brothers friends lives in Germany. Nathan Riggs. I'll give you his address before you go. He hurt me so bad, you could give him a slap in the face for me." Megan said writing down an address.
"I'll do more for you." I said hugging Megan and leaving the house. Just this conversation again and again and again.
"Nathan Riggs," I whispered under my breath, "I'm coming for you next. This will hurt Owen Hunt the way he hurt me."