Winchester

CHAPTER FOUR

''Ugh, I need some pie,'' I stated as soon as I walked into the kitchen. My dad, who was eating some pie, dragged the container closer to himself and narrowed his eyes. ''I guess I'll just eat some leftover pizza.''

''Mmm,'' He moaned, obviously enjoying his pie.

I rolled my eyes as I warmed up three slices of pizza. I sat down and began eating just as Uncle Sam walked in. He looked at us, then to our choice of foods, and shook his head at us.

I took a large bite out my pepperoni pizza. ''Not all of us can be healthy, Uncle Sammy.''

''I won't even bother anymore,'' He sighed, making himself a salad.

I laughed at him for a moment before going back to eating my pizza in silence. When I was done, I watched Uncle Sam on his laptop as usual. ''By the way, I found a job.''

They looked to me with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, really?" My dad asked, setting down his current slice of pie, which surprised both Uncle Sam and I. "Well, first, we need to see if you can still fight."

Exiting the kitchen, we made our way to the training room with mats covering the floor. On one side of the room, there were four punching bags, while the other side had two treadmills, along with two weight machines, and three targets for throwing knifes.

"Get in defense mode,'' my dad ordered, and I obeyed.

He swung his right fist at my face, which I caught easily. He swiped his leg, catching me off guard and making me fall, but before he could do anything, I sent him down by kicking him in the balls. My dad groaned, but stood back up soon enough.

Then, he went down the crazy road. He started throwing random punches, and I ended up catching almost all of them. He gave me a few blows to the face, but I still didn't back down. Seeing an opening, I punched my dad as hard as I could, giving him a busted lip.

I laughed, and he tripped me in anger, but I kept laughing.

''At least you can still fight.'' He gave Uncle Sam a pat on the shoulder as he went to sit down to tend to his lip. ''Let's see if you can take down Sammy.''

Uncle Sam walked towards me with a small, friendly smile. It's hard to take down my dad because he's a good fighter, but with my uncle, it's even harder because he's also a good fighter and he's extremely tall.

Without any warning, he charged at me. He punched me in the gut twice, then the face. When he came in for another blow, I quickly punched him in the ribs, hard enough to make him stop and try to catch his breath. When he caught himself, Uncle Sam stood up straighter like nothing happened.

I sighed, aware that I pissed him off.

He swung at me with a left hook, knocking me in the jaw. I ignored the pain in favor of lifting my knee, but he blocked it and elbowed my shoulder blade harshly, sending me to the ground.

Uncle Sam moved to kick me in the side, but I quickly rolled out of the way. As he almost tripped over his own feet, I kicked the back of his knee.

Once he was down, I stood up and kicked him in the stomach, which he ignored as he crouched so I couldn't do any more damage.

He grabbed my ankle and pulled, forcing me to the floor where I hit my head. I closed my eyes for a second, but that was enough time for Uncle Sam to stand straighter and get ready for another attack.

My blood boiled as he grinned down at me. He was having fun.

I ignored my headache as I stood. I swung my right fist as I also lifted my leg. If I didn't get the chance to punch him, then I would trip him.

Uncle Sam didn't fall for it which made me frown and him to laugh.

I huffed, beginning to rapidly throw punches before using all my strength to grab his arm and flip him over me where he landed on his stomach.

When I was sure he was down, I twisted his arm and put my foot on his back, keeping him firmly on the ground.

I looked to my dad and smirked at his astonishment.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, jumping up as Uncle Sam tapped out. Dad gave me a harsh slap on the back in approval. "My kid is awesome."

"Who knew that I could take down the Sasquatch?" I asked no one in particular. Uncle Sam frowned while my dad and I laughed. "At least I'm not the one getting laughed at this time."

"Alright, alright. He can fight," my uncle said, raising his hands in surrender. "So that means he gets to go on the hunt with us."

"Come on, it will get my mind off of everything. I haven't been hunting in a while, and I really want to get out there and save some people," I practically begged my dad. I gave him the puppy eyes, and Uncle Sam soon joined.

"Fine, fine. That look should be illegal," Dad muttered to himself, but I still heard and it made me laugh. He slapped me on the back of my head on his way out of the room.

"Well, let's go see what job you got us into," Uncle Sam said, putting his arm around my shoulders and hurling me closer.

I smiled. I really missed my family. Not the pack, not Mr Stilinski, or Mrs McCall. No one in Beacon Hills could make me this happy.

Allison was there for me, though. She was the only one. She made things so much easier for me, and I loved her like a sister. Yet, I killed her. I killed my best friend, my sister. She was more of a best friend than Scott ever was.

Walking down the hall, my dad stopped me before I could enter my bedroom. "When you're done, come find Sammy and I. We'll talk about this case you mentioned earlier."