Afterlife ↠ Argent [1]

23. Stressed Out

"What are you getting ready for?" I ask as I walk into Allison's room, seeing her applying mascara.

She looks up suddenly. "I thought you knew?"

"Knew what?" I ask again, this time sounding much more interested than the last.

Allison takes a deep breath as she places her mascara back down on the desk, turning in her chair so that she faced me. Her fingers twiddle with one another before she looks up, her brown eyes scanning my face, almost as if she was trying to read my thoughts.

"I'm going to a rave with Matt tonight," she says slowly, raising her eyebrows slightly.

The words gets caught in my throat as my jaw falls. "O-Oh."

Allison stands then, placing her hand on her forehead. "I'm not even sure why I agreed to go, I was just trying to hurry up so he'd leave me alone-"

"It's great Allison," I say as a fake smile spreads across my face. "You deserve to have a little fun."

She shakes her head. "Not when all of this is going on. Tonight isn't even going to be fun-"

"What? Why?" I ask her as I take a step forwards.

She looks back up at me. "My father knows about Jackson and he knows that he's going to be there tonight. They're planning on catching him..."

"Catching him?" I say. "Are you sure that they used the word 'catching'?"

Allison's face goes pale. "Yeah, this night is going to be awful."

"Allison!" I hear someone call, causing both of our heads to turn towards the door. Allison quickly finishes up her make-up before she's walking out of her room and heading downstairs, towards where her father had called her.

I trail along behind her, curious to see what he wanted, following her to the basement. My eyes widen as I look around the large room, seeing nothing but guns galore. There was a huge cabinet on one side of the room, a huge table in the center, along with other shelves and locked cases more than likely filled with objects of torture.

I jump slightly when I hear a gun load, causing me to turn and see Mr. Argent standing there sticking a gun into his holster. There were a lot of other men down here as well; many I didn't know, but I did know one of them: Gerard.

"Alright, the party is inside of a warehouse just outside the industrial sector," Mr. Argent shouts to everyone in the room. "Allison has informed me that Jackson will be there tonight, picking his next target out of the crowd. We're still a little clueless about just how strong he is, so we need to be extremely cautious. When Allison has his location and is at an optimum point where we can take him down, she'll signal me. Optimum meaning as far away from the crowd as possible. There will be no collateral damage tonight."

Allison nods her head as her father stares at her, a hard look in his eyes. Allison seems stern and willing before Mr. Argent shoos her out of the room, but I decided to stay down here and see what else this pep talk was going to be about.

"As willing as she is, your little protégé there seems to be under the impression that we're planning a trap," Gerard says coldly as he throws some pills into his mouth.

Mr. Argent sticks another gun into his holster. "She doesn't need to know anymore than that."

"The rest of us then, let's be perfectly clear," Gerard says as he picks up a knife. "You don't trap a creature this dangerous; you kill it."

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"You know, I used to be a party person," I say as I step into the rave, squinting my eyes at the bright flashing lights. "But raves were never really my thing."