Scolding the Embers

Chapter 1

Derek awoke with the sun. He knew today was the day. The day he had been waiting for for a very long time. The day he would avenge his fallen family members. He walks into the bathroom of his apartment.

He looks into the mirror; he sees a man with tousled black hair and dark brown eyes that popped out against his toned jaw and face. He was no longer a boy who cried at night with the memories of that night.

He turned the water on and cupped his hands splashing the cold water onto his face. "This is it." Derek mutters to himself. He would finally be able to call himself a Hale after this day. He would finally become a hunter like his family has for past generations.

The Hale family have been hunters for the last 7 generations and Derek doesn't plan in ending that tradition any time soon. They have never joined the police force but more tracked down and obliterated mafias and groups that have murdered or done any other injustices.

The Hales haunted the dreams of many criminals knowing that their days were numbered if the Hale's were after them. No one could escape them. They were powerful and naturally talented in many areas of combat. So it was a surprise to many when they fell.

No one knew how they fell except for Derek and his perpetrators. He equips his sniper rifle and runs his hand down the barrel of the gun. He swings it over his shoulder and fills his backpack with ammo. Derek makes sure to attach the silencer to the gun.

He quickly feels for his knife in his combat boots. Once he feels the blade he sighs and grabs his keys. He opens the apartment door and and looks out into the hallway. He mentally hesitates but pushes his body out the door. He closes it and walks to the elevator.

"Go time." Derek whispers to himself. He feels for his rifle over his shoulder and relaxes once he feels it.

"Mummy! Cora! You're back!" A young Derek watches as his Mother and older sister walk through the front door. He holds his short stubby arms out and laugh in joy as Cora lifts him up onto her hip.

"Hey Der Der!" Cora says childishly to Derek. She flicks his nose and hugs him to her side. "I'm not Der Der! I'm a big boy!" The 8 year old child shouts at his teenage sister. "Sure little bro." She mocks.

Derek uses his little hands to push off her and land on the ground. His little feet pounding the tiled floor as he ran to his mother. Derek sees his mother kissing his father. "Mission complete." She whispers against his lips.

Derek's dad chuckles and entraps her lips in a sweet passionate kiss. But Derek screams out in pure terror trying to put his hands over his eyes. "My eyes. Agh they are kissing!" Derek screams out.

Derek's dad chuckles lowly. "Get over it, we do worse." He slams his lips against hers and grips her waist. She moans. "Don't you think you are a little old to be doing that Talia?" Derek's uncle; Peter walks by trying to cover Derek's eyes. "Come on Peter, he is only 8 years old." Derek's father Mathias says as he continues to eat his mother.

"C'mon Derek I have to show you something." Uncle Peter mutters as he takes young Derek's hand. Derek's sees out of the corner of his eye his oldest sister Laura. Derek waves at her and she waves back; daggers in hand.

"Now I know you're going to turn 9 tomorrow and you'll be a big boy an finally be able to join us on our missions." Derek beams at the thought of fighting alongside his family. Derek wanted to be like his Daddy and Uncle. He wanted to be a strong fighter that was glad to be a Hale.

"Yes I am going to be a big boy." Derek slightly fixes his posture and walks like Daddy walks. "Well we have decided to let you choose your weapon. I know I'm a day early but I couldn't wait." Derek beams as he sees that his uncle isn't lying.

"Wait I'm ready to choose?" Derek asks. Uncle Peter nods his head. Derek had completed his training already and already had two choices in mind. Derek walks with Peter to the basement to see a stock of weapons filing bookshelves and drawers but two in particular stood out to Derek.

"Remember you can only choose one." Peter murmurs. Derek had trained once the day he could walk to choose a weapon and excel in all of its capabilities. This weapon would be his lifeline. He had finally decided.

Derek walked to the right side of the room and looked at his weapon.   He slowly paces forward and picks it up feeling the weight of it, it was pretty heavy for the small boy but he knew that eventually the weight would not bother him.

"Good choice." Peter says excitedly. Derek runs his hands down the barrel of his new sniper rifle. "Want to go test it out?" Derek remembered his training when using the sniper rifle, it was exhilarating for Derek.

"Let's go." Derek swings the gun over his shoulder making him look like a dwarf compared to the rifle. He remembered the feeling of it over his shoulder as he walked outside with his family congratulating him and joining him for practice.

Derek hears the ding of the elevator. He sighs as the flashback flees as fast as it came. He missed those days when they were all together. Derek held his sniper rifle in his hands. It was the same gun he received when he was only 8 years old but of course he had made a lot of adjustments now that he was older and much more experienced.

He held his gun and strode out of the elevator. 20 minutes later Derek had arrived at his vantage point. His perpetrators were the Argents; he had found out after numerous near-death experiences.

He heard they had a family home back in Beacon Hills where Derek grew up but their base was in a big city north of Beacon Hills. Derek didn't attack their home because he heard that they had a young daughter named Allison who was completely oblivious to what her family did.

Derek aimed at his first target: the distraction.

"Let the fun begin."