Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

All's Fair in Love & War

I am in LOVE with the Teen Wolf series on MTV and made a series of fanfics based off of the whole plot. For those unfamilar with the series, this story will probably confuse you, and I don't feel like explaining the WHOLE plot, okay? You'll get snippets of the situation and what happened in Season 1 (in which this is based off of) and if you're smart enough, at least understand the basic structure but if not, this will probably most likely confuse you but you can try! I hope you enjoy. :) -Cassidy. Tell me what ya think or whatever, I'm curious about your input and predictions. ;)

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September, 2003.

A soft duo of knocks interrupted the silence, followed by a young woman’s gentle words. “Peter, you have a visitor.” The young nurse stepped into the plain white room, her tennis shoes squeaking against the checkered tile with a much younger girl in tow. The pair separated and the nurse directed a man in a wheelchair away from the window, letting him see the girl for himself. As he revealed his face, the girl winced in shock of the severity of his burns but smiled sympathetically, only parting her pale lips slightly, shy.  “I’ll leave you two alone” the nurse bid, leaving with a curt nod before closing the door behind her. She patted her hair to make sure her copper stands stayed in place in a strict bun.  

“Peter?” The girl’s meek voice boldly spoke, eyeing him with cool grey pupils. His lighter blue orbs stared at her intently, confused and also alarmed as his damaged nostrils picked up a familiar scent. She sat down by the window next to him at a safe distance, offering a polite smile before transferring her serene gaze on the window, taking in the luscious green forest and delicate rain dripping over the glass. She glanced back at Peter. “I’m Madison. You don’t know me, yet, but we come from similar circumstances.” She suspiciously looked back to the closed door before returning her gaze to Peter.

He couldn’t speak as he took in her appearance. From her age, no older than seven, she seemed delicate and frail. She was dressed nicely in prep school attire, a grey pleated skirt with a navy blue blazer protecting her small body from the mild chill of room while a white blouse added a sense of innocence. Her long brown hair was braided neatly over her shoulder and rested on her left shoulder elegantly. It was easy to tell this child was from a wealthy family and it confused him. She smelled similar, like him, but he couldn’t place her from memory.

She rested her cool gaze over him with hands confidently at her hips with a knowing grin etched across her lips. He noticed she had a smooth, round face, with rosy cheeks, and reminded him over his niece Laura except for her lighter hair and cloudy colored eyes. The grin did not agree with her childish looks and it concerned him but the emotion couldn’t be made across his strained, grief stricken face.

“Three years ago, my parents were murdered by hunters. I believe they are the same hunters that murdered your family, too. I can’t be sure though. That’s why I came here, for validation.” Peter was impressed with her diction and her annunciation but remained silent, listening intently. “I heard my dad call him Chris, Chris Argent, and I think it was his wife, Kate.”

Immediately Peter shook his head. “That was his sister, Kate Argent.” Madison raised a dark eyebrow, surprised he actually spoke. She waited for him to add more input but silence greeted her instead.

“I was hiding in a cabinet, like my mother instructed me to,” she continued, avoiding eye contact. “I couldn’t see anything. There weren’t any cracks I could peak through and I was paralyzed with fear, scared if I made any movement I would hit a pot or pan and they would find me, too.”  Madison shook her head. “The hunters were yelling while my parents pleaded for them to let them go.” A scowl embedded itself on her fresh, rosy face as her brows knotted together. “I heard the female –Kate –call my mother a bitch and something struck the wall, I didn’t know what, and I knew my mother was dead, because I couldn’t hear her voice and heartbeat anymore.” A wave of moisture built up in her icy eyes but Madison shook them off. “The male –Christopher –was demanding my dad to tell him where the rest of us were but he never did, too overwhelmed with tears, and he cried out for my mother.”