Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Silverfinger - 1

"There was something almost ritualistic about it-- like it was looking right into his soul." Argent told us as Allison cleaned her fathers wounds.

Apparently, our surprise party crashers last night had attacked Isaac the night before. Here in the argent apartment. And apparently, Argent himself had come across them several years ago. When he was still a hunter in training.

"That's the same thing it did to me." Isaac said. I shuddered and rubbed the back of my ear. Aiden had pointed it out, a small little 5 branded on the back of my ear. Everyone those shadow creatures had touched had the same symbol.

My parents were attacked as well, dad was attacked leaving the firm he's temporarily practicing at, and mom was attacked at the school. I can still see it's yellow glowing eyes. Allison nodded. "That's what they did to everyone."

"Not everyone." Scott corrected. "They only came after the Werewolves." That doesn't make me feel singled out at all.

"And Lydia." I added, even though she is not a werewolf at all. She's a freaking Banshee. "Anyone with a connection to the supernatural." Argent told us.

Well that explains why they didn't attack anyone else during the party, all those people were so drunk. It would have been the perfect moment to strike.

"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?" I asked Argent, wanting to go back to the topic of how he met them back in the day.

"A Kumicho– a Yakuza boss." Let's pretend I know what that even means.

"It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen, and it was supposed to be a simple exchange. Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being Yakuza." He told us, I almost recoiled at the mere mention of Gerard. "He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to, uh... improvise."

"Or, your ability to survive." Allison muttered distastefully. I know hunters are supposed to be these tough, don't mess with me kind of people, but honestly. If the roles were reversed and I was a hunter, I could never put my own children in those types of dangerous situations. Ever.

"The moment the sun came down, it was like they just materialized out of the shadows." I shudder. Just like they did in the loft. Sons of bitches.

"They had swords-- not curved like katanas, but straight, black steel, like ninjatos."

"What did they want?" Allison asked. "To get to the Kumicho." Argent answered. "They cut down every living thing in their way." Huh. If they did that there then why didn't they kill the humans at the party?

"Did they mark him like they did us?" I asked, touching my brand. I hide it with a strand of my hair. I did not like it whatsoever. Argent shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"What was he?" Scott asked.

"I don't know." Argent admits. "But, there might be someone who does. There were a few others who survived that night. One of them was a man named Katashi." I take note of the name.

"They called him "Silverfinger" because of an unusual prosthetic." Let me guess, a silver finger prosthetic. "And it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself. I've known for a while Katashi was in the country. I spent yesterday tracking him down." Well then that explains why they didn't give us any warning.

Isaac points to the cut on Argents forehead. "Didn't look like he wanted to be found."

Argent shook his head. "Not particularly, no."

"You think he knows what they are?" I questioned, because I don't think those things are in my family's ledge of supernatural creatures, and they weren't in the Argents bestiary either. Trust me, Allison and I checked. "Or what they want?"

Argent shrugs. "Maybe..."

"What if he doesn't want to talk?" Allison asked. "What if he doesn't even remember you?"

Argent stood and pulled out a box from his desk. "He'll remember this." He pulls out a silver broken mask, my eyes go wide. It's the mask of those shadow creatures. How did he even get one, purely materialized.

"I know I didn't kill it-- I'm not sure you can. But, I slowed it down long enough for us to get out of there." I picked the mask up. "What was behind the mask?"

"Darkness-" Argent replied. "Absolute darkness."

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"So then, she starts talking about phosphors, and the key having chemicals on it, right?" Stiles said as he made us follow him into the chem class. Apparently, he ditched the rest of the party last night because he began talking with some girl that told him stuff about his glowing mystery key.

"And so that made me think of the chemistry closet, and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in-" He pauses and looks at the board that had been erased of it's chalk kill message.

I still had zero idea why Barrow wanted Kira, and after last night I don't know if those shadow monsters want her or Scott. Hell, maybe even both.

"Okay, it doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key–" He rushes to the chem closet but when he pulls his keys out he can't find it. "What the hell?" Scott and I exchanged looks when Stiles started becoming anxious.

"I had it-- I had it here. I had it here this morning." He muttered and turned to us. "I swear to God, I had it this morning."

Scott frowned, confused. "The key you were talking about last night?" Stiles nods. "Yeah. I showed it to you, right?" He looks at the both of us. "Didn't I show it to you?"

Scott and I shook our heads. "No, you just told me about it." Scott told him. I nod, "And I actually never saw or heard about it." Probably because I spent the day setting up the loft.

Stiles groans and covers his face. "I was here a couple hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board in my handwriting," I frowned. In his hand writing? But that was impossible.

"And I had the key to the chemistry closet." I frowned and began speaking slowly, trying to understand where he was going with this. And I did not like it one bit.

"So, you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in from the cops, and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira?" But Kira was new, and we still have no idea what the hell she is, so how could Stiles send Barrow to kill her? Because he had a suspicion? Oh come on, not everyone who moves here is supernatural.

"I know how it sounds..." Stiles said, frustrated. "But look at this–" He pulls from his bag an old article and shoves it in our faces. Scott takes the article and the two of us read from it as Stiles summarized it.

"This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used."

He points at the piece in the article. "See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws, and then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?"

I then remembered the prank we did to coach on his birthday, we unscrewed all of the stuff in his office and put them in a tiny little wrapped box. It was fun. "Coach."

"That was my idea." Stiles reminded us. "You remember?" Yes I do. "That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can't be."

Scott sighs. "I don't want to sound like I'm trying to tell you that you're wrong...but I don't think you're trying to kill people, either." I nod in agreement with Scott. "Neither do I." I mean it's Stiles, he can't kill anyone. He just couldn't.

Stiles looks at the board. "It was here. It was all here." I grabbed him by his shoulders. "Stiles, are you feeling okay?" He looked tired and depleted of energy. And it was strange for him since he was the one with the most energy. "You're looking really tired."

Stiles nods, pulling away. "Yeah, I'm fine." He rubs his face, trying to wake himself up. "I just haven't been sleeping, really." Stiles said with a shaky voice. Scott sighed. "Why don't you go home? Take a sick day, or something?" Stiles considers it and nods.