After all, I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word your wish is my command.
Book 1/2
[All rights go to Jeff Davis and MTV, I don't own any characters/content that arent my own]
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Olive, Isaac, Allison, and Scott decided to head back to the apartment to see if Argent had any new information. What they weren't expecting to find was Argent beaten half to death on the floor of his office. Scott and Isaac helped him into the chair and Allison moved to grab some supplies from the bathroom to start cleaning him up. As Allison tended to his wounds, Chris finally told them the story of what they were up against.
"His eyes were glowing?" Scott asked, sitting up in his chair.
"There was something almost ritualistic about it. Like it was looking right into his soul," Argent recounted the memory like it was yesterday.
"That's the same thing he did to me," Isaac said with furrowed eyebrows and Olive nodded.
"That's what they did to everyone," Allison sighed as she cleaned a wound on Chris' forehead.
"Not everyone," Scott shook his head, looking from her to Argent. "They only came after the werewolves."
"And Lydia," Allison said, placing a bandage on Chris' head.
"Anyone with a connection to the supernatural," Argent nodded, looking between the three wolves in front of him.
"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?" Olive narrowed her eyes and turned to Chris.
"A kumicho. A yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only 18, it was supposed to be a simple exchange except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to improvise."
"Or your ability to survive," Allison rolled her eyes, grabbing some gauze from the table and cleaning another cut on Chris' face.
"The moment the sun went down it was like they just materialized out of the shadows. They had swords, not curved like katanas but straight, black steel. Like ninjatos," Chris stared off into the distance as he spoke, eyes narrow like he still felt like he was there.
"What did they want?" Olive asked, leaning forward and resting her arms on the desk.
"To get to the kumicho. It was a bloodbath, bullets couldn't pierce them. They cut down every living thing in their way," Chris shook his head, looking between the teens. Isaac tilted his head, leaning up and touching the mark on the back of Olive's neck.
"Did they mark him like they did us?" He asked, sitting back and touching the mark behind his own ear and Chris sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"Not exactly. He was some sort of supernatural. They hung him up by their swords and killed him," Chris looked down at the desk and sighed. Scott looked between the group with wide eyes.
"What was he?" Scott asked, furrowing his eyebrows and Chris shrugged.
"I don't know, but I know someone who might. There were a few others who survived that night, including a man named Katashi. They called him Silverfinger because of an unusual prosthetic. And it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself until I got up and shot one of them. I've known for a while Katashi was in the country, I spent yesterday tracking him down-" Chris starts but Isaac interrupts him, pointing at the wounds on his face.
