Who: Allison and Kol What: Kol called his little huntress out to play When: tonight Where: the woods and who knows Warnings: Brainwashing, violence, will update as I go along but it's Kol so you know there's warnings
It was the middle of the night. Of what hour exactly Allison Argent could not say. It didn't matter. The prison was still a little more quiet in the evening but still abuzz with activity. People played cards out in the hallway of one of the cellblocks. Others prepared to go on shift for sentry or prepared to come off of their shifts. They met their loved ones in cells to sneak away for some private time. Allison didn't know where her own roommate was but it was of no concern at the moment. She wasn't around to ask questions and Scott was likely off with Stiles somewhere.
Nobody asked questions as Allison dressed in a pair of jeans and a light black hoodie. It had warmed up considerably in Everett but the evenings were still cool. Her hair was pulled into a long braid down her back underneath the hood and she quickly laced up her boots. Once that was done she stuffed the hunting knife into the sheath around her thigh and of course had the bow strapped to her back with plenty of arrows. Once satisfied that she was dressed to kill she stood up slowly as if she were in a dream and walked through the prison.
Her heart pounded loudly in her head as she moved, afraid that someone would flag her down would ask her to hang out, would ask her where she was going. She was afraid that her tongue would get dry and stick to the roof of her mouth like glue because there were questions she couldn't answer. Questions that were harder to answer than why she was shooting Selene. Dimitri seemed to accept her attitude towards Selene at face value. But no, nobody stopped to ask her questions. Her friends were all somewhere else for the night. Scott and Stiles were probably together. Lydia was probably asleep. It was the middle of the night after all. Viktoria was... well, she had other problems right now anyway so Allison didn't worry about her questions. And that took care of all of her friends.
She had to find a sneaky way to get out of the prison without the sentry watchers seeing her. The towers were in full view of the entire prison but dressed darkly Allison was sure she could climb the fence out back before they spotted her. She had chosen this moment because the guard was changing out. People would be distracted, they may even be careless. For all Allison knew somebody had spotted her but didn't feel like going after her. She hoped if that was the case they hadn't recognized her.
Her feet crunched over twigs and leaves in the forest as she moved through the woods. The moon wasn't full but it was bright and it lit her path as she walked.
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It haunted her somewhere distantly in the back of her mind. A deer walked into the clearing and Allison was in full hunter mode. She was quiet as she expertly pulled a bow from her back and aimed with it. She held her breath for a moment, then let her bow arm relax as she let go of the arrow. It went flying and hit the deer square in the eye.