"Standing at the scene of the crime, blinded by flashing lights
They hauled her body off in a bag, no witness of attack
They said, "Where were you last night?" I had no alibi
Promised I'm innocent, they said I did it, I swear I didn't
Handcuffed, ba...
It was a few nights after the whole Sharif Station thing, and Allison was in the middle of putting gas in her car. There was no one around, except for one man at the next pump. They glanced at each other and gave smiles before he hopped on his bike and left.
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A few moments after he left the lights around Allison went out, causing her to frown, a bit creeped out. She quickly put the pump away and got in her car, ready to go home. But when she reached for her keys they weren't there.
Quickly getting out she looked around for them, and just as she was about to turn around, a bag was put over her head and she was grabbed.
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When the bag was ripped away Allison was tied to a chair and her dad was tied in front of her. She remembered this part of the show, which was why was wasn't freaking out at the moment.
"Ever wonder what happens if a Hunter gets bitten, Allison? Ever wonder what happens if you get bitten? What do you think your father would do? What do you think he'd have to do? When all it would take to change everything is... one bite... One bite..." The voice of Derek spoke as her father broke free from the binds and took the phone that another hunter was holding and turned off the recording.
"Everything changes." Argent answered, removing the gag from Allison's mouth.
"How did you convince Derek to do that recording?" Was the first thing out of her mouth, causing the man to sigh.
"Really?" He asked her with a deadpan look and she sighed.
"Is this how we're gonna do father-daughter talks from now on?" She asked him.
"No... This is how we're gonna train you. Do you know why we use arrows?" He asked her.
"...They can't heal until it's taken out." She said, shrugging.
"Look familiar?" He asked, holding up the arrow that Allison shot into the hunter a few nights before.
"Not really. Should it?" She asked innocently.
"Allison." He said with a hard voice and she rolled her eyes.
"You were going to kill him." She told him and he nodded.
"That's right. And, if we find Isaac on another full moon, we will kill him. That's the hard choice we make."
"He's 16!" She yelled angrily.
"It wasn't my choice." He told her.
"Gerard?" Allison scoffed.
"No. See, our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions-- the hard ones-- with the women. Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters... to be leaders." He said, putting the arrow head in her hands.
