Scars Left by Memories [Stiles Stilinski]¹ ✓

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
You're playing my game now

"IT'S eyes were glowing." 

Alex. Scott, and Isaac found themselves seated in Argent's office.

Chris Argent stood behind his desk, face contorting in pain as Allison attended to his wounds. Chris' lips pursed, groaning through his teeth but remained silent as he thought back to the time he had his first confrontation with that same shadowy figures.

They emerged from the darkness, alluring firefly eyes being the only thing breaking up the blackness that were their eyes. The creatures pulled long black swords from their chests, slaughtering everyone and everything in sight. 

"There was something almost ritualistic about it — like it was looking right into his soul." Argent explained.

It was the exact same thing they did to Aiden, Lydia out on the balcony, Derek right outside the complex near his car, and Isaac the night prior in the Argents apartment. 

"That's the same thing it did to me," Isaac announced, and Alex glanced over at the curly-haired Beta. 

Allison moved her eyes away from her father's wounds, briefly looking toward Isaac. "That's what it did to everyone." 

"Not everyone," Alex spoke up. "It seemed as if they were going only for the supernatural."

"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?" Isaac inquired, stirring the conversation back into the direction of Chris Argent's experience in Japan. 

"A kumicho," Chris replied immediately, like the entirety of the memory had been scarred into his memory-bank for all eternity. "A yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen and it was supposed to be a simple exchange, except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to improvise." 

"Or your ability to survive," Allison offered, knowing that Gerard was all about survive while she rubbed a hydrogen peroxide soaked cottonball over the gash on her father's cheek.

"The moment the sun went down it was like they just materialized out of the shadows," Argent continued, drifting into a memory lost in a time that once was. "They had swords, not curved like katanas but straight, black steel - like ninjatos." 

"Those swords can harm me pretty badly," Alex informed Chris upon never hearing of this type of sword before. "Anyway, what did they want?"

"To get to the kumicho," Chris answered. "They cut down every living thing in their way." Isaac's fingertips instinctively rubbed against the mark branded into his skin behind his ear.

"Did they mark him like they did us?"

Chris shook his head faintly, eyes casted down while he spoke, "Not exactly. After they had impaled their way through everyone else, they approached him. They didn't move to mark him; didn't stop to think. Their blades tore into him, eyes flashing a silver white as their blades pierced his stomach."