Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

A Father's Forgotten Fury

Madison had many passions in her life aside from her intense focus on revenge, but none more dominant than her natural talent in Agility and Gymnastics. Track was a given, as she had inherited inhuman endurance and there was no shame in reaping it's benefits as she molded her natural skill into the ultimate advantage in case she ever came into a situation where retreat was a must –and it proved to save her behind on multiple occasions.

Tabitha was just as keen, as years of soccer had trained her to keep on her feet and always on the move but Madison noticed it was impossible to keep her at an even speed. Tabitha was a natural sprinter. Madison was a marathoner but somehow they made a compromising routine as the two found it necessary to train together.

Under the cover of night, the duo made a quick lap around Morison Lake outside of Madison's quiet, reserved community. The moon reflected off of the water's smooth surface as the street lights from across the street lights barely caught their figures dart by. The thudding of their tennis shoes scratching against the pavement gave them away though as they fiercely continued, focused on passing the five mile mark. Tabitha tried to remember to keep her breath even, determined to hold onto Madison's advice, as her Alpha effortlessly jogged ahead of her.

Madison relaxed in the warmth of her fleece and sweats but was bothered by the tightness of her shoes. They were a brand new pair of Nikes and she knew she would have to break them in sometime soon and thought tonight was a good time. Not even five miles in she now realized what a huge mistake it was. On the good note, at least on the next run they'd be lose and comfortable…if she could run, she sneered at the blisters she could imagine already growing on her heel. She shook off the pain as she jolted forward, determined to break her time.

"This isn't the freaking Olympics," Tabitha gasped for air as her lungs cried out of mercy. "Do you have to always be so competitive?"

Madison continued forward without a word, gaining speed, silently answering Tabitha's question for her. Tabitha cried out, frustrated and tired but she trailed behind Madison anyways, forced to dip into her reserves to reach the 110% Madison always preached.

It was evident Madison was competitive by nature. Even as child, she felt like she had to prove herself. Not to mere humans but herself, to prove that she was capable of becoming a dangerous adversary, that was capable of inflicting the same amount of damage as a hunter could. Failure was not an option for her and she hadn't experienced any kind of fall in a while that had her questioning her superiority over the rest.

Ten Years Ago…

Not even Tabitha could imagine Madison as a child although she tried. She couldn't shake off the intensity of Madison's cold eyes but truthfully, at six years old, Madison wasn't as cold as she had grown to become through the years. Maybe it was because instead of a pale blond, she adorned her natural hair color –a silky chocolate brown that contrasted well with her skin and eyes, brightening her dull grey orbs into an electric blue and making her skin almost glow.

Frank had tried his best to return her to "normal" after her parents died. Although he understood the experience was traumatic, he had tried his best to give her something to be excited about, to distract her from the family tragedy.

He enrolled her into sports, basic ones that most six years olds sucked at. He made her participate in Soccer for a short while but she hated to socialize with the other girls. He assumed it was because she was different, in the sense that a) she had a gay 'father' and b) both her parents just died. He got one thing right: she was very different from the rest of the girls but not just in her upbringing. Unbeknownst to Frank, Madison had been raised since birth that she was above humans. To be forced into a hoard of them disgusted her, even at the "innocent" age of six. She refused to return after a week. Frank sighed, giving in, but he was determined to get her passionate about something.