Allison Argent. A Warrior. A Daughter. A Friend. .. And Now...A Deceased Mother to Alice Isabelle Argent, whom takes supernatural abilities from her father and picks up a few of her own along the way.
[Based upon episode 23 of 3b & up into season 4...
"I think I know a way to slow down Alice's growth expectancy."
"What ? How ?"
"Well, it's really not something to be explained in words."
"What do you mean ?"
"Just-just give me a few days with her. . . But I can't promise that something won't change.."
"Isaac, wake up." I hear as I slowly open my eyes. I look up to see Chris hovering over me.
"Hey. I thought you left." I yawn out as I sit up, stretching.
"Yeah, I came back for a few things. Anyway, Deaton's on the phone." He hands me the house phone.
"Hey, Deaton. What's going on ?" I ask over the phone.
"I need you to come to the clinic."
"Is something wrong ? Is Alice okay ?" I ask.
"Just come to the clinic, okay ?"
//Alice
I open my eyes to a bright light. Squinting, I sit up slowly to see that I was in a room that looked somewhat similar to a hospital but not quite.
"I need you to come to the clinic." I overhear from a familiar voice. "Just come to the clinic, okay ?"
I turn to see a man facing the opposite way of me. His silhouette looks familiar to me. I start to remember a name my dad once said .."D-Deaton ?"
He turns, smiling softly. "It worked."
"What worked ?" I frown.
"Oh nothing, dear." He chuckles a bit, holding out his hand. "Your dad should be here in a few."
I take his hand and he helps me off of the table.
"Deaton ?! Where's--" I hear and smile when I see my dad.
I watch as he frowns. "Who's this ? Where's Alice ?"
"Isaac, this is Alice." Deaton says.
I can't believe he doesn't know who I am.
"No, it isn't. Look Deaton this isn't the time to--"
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"But dad I am Alice." I tell him.
"I don't know what kind of sick joke you two are playing but I swear if my little girl is--"
I step towards him, making him stop talking. I continue in his direction as he steps back a bit. I put out my hand to stop him and it works. Gesturing with my finger, he brings his face close to mine. I then gently lay my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb against it a bit.
His eyes meet mine, widening them. "It is you."
There ya have it. Until the next book. Look out for the sequel 'desolation.'
