Ephemeral ➵ Allison Argent (5)

Nine

Olivia's POV:

"I was part of an EOD team in Afghanistan, Explosive Ordinance Disposal. We handled IEDs." Parrish starts to explain before he turned to us.

"And what about before that?" Argent asks but Parrish simply shrugged.

"High School."

Gerard places a book on the table for Parrish to see and flips to the page of the creature-like dog with a skeleton leaning against a tree stump in front of it.

"What's that supposed to be? Werewolf?" He asks as he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"No. He's called a Hellhound." Gerard answers as Parrish nervously glances at the small mirror in front of him.

"What else do you remember from Afghanistan?" Allison cautiously asks but Parrish stays quiet, almost as if he was trying to recall his memories.

"You said you came to Beacon Hills because you felt drawn here." Gerard trails off with a smile as he walked closer to Parrish. "You hid the bodies of the Chimeras."

"You've got a resistance to fire." Argent added as he walked over to stand behind Parrish which causes Allison to glance between the two in confusion.

"We were wondering just how flame retardant are you, deputy?" Gerard says before he grabs my arm and drags me closer to Parrish.

"What the--hey!" I scold as he forcefully held my hand up and I try to move my other hand but see it was chained to the table. "Stop!"

"Let go--" Allison scolds and tries to lurch forward but stops midway, seeing that her hand was handcuffed to the pipes as well. "Dad!"

He ignores her pleas as he forces Parrish's arms behind his back. "What the hell are you doing?" Parrish yells.

Gerard grabs one of the knives on the table in front of us and makes a cut across the palm of my hand which causes me to let out a cry of pain and instantly my hand ignites into flames.

Gerard forces my hand closer to Parrish's face and despite trying to fight his grips, as the flames inched closer to his eyes Parrish's eyes flash orange and let out a roar. His double fangs come into view in which Argent releases his hold on him, seeing as Parrish eyed his reflection in the mirror.

"Hellhound." Parrish pants and Argent simply nodded. "And what if you were wrong? Would you have burned my eye out?"

"Yep." Gerard answered before he gestured to me. "Why do you think we brought her?"

Parrish shakes his head with disbelief before he glances at Argent. "This guy's your father?"

"Wasn't my choice." Argent mutters as he walks over to Allison and unlocks her cuffs. He tries to walk towards me but I rip my other hand off from its hinges and it clatters to the ground.

"I'm not some tool you get to bring around." I harshly remark and ripped my arm away from Gerard's hold. "I swear once this is over, I'm--"

"Liv." Allison interrupted as she grabbed my arm, preventing me from taking another step. "Come on, I'll take you home."

I huff, realizing that this wasn't the time to even bother picking a fight with Gerard. It wasn't worth it.

"Fine." I mutter, wiping my bloodied hand on my jeans before I followed Allison out of the room.

Phoebe's POV:

"This might sting a bit." I say as I hold the towel over her wounds before I could clean them.

"Go ahead." Tracy whispered.

I carefully wipe the blood off from her arm which earns a hiss to escape from her lips. "Sorry."