Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-12-11 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, kate argent |
Who: Allison and Kate
What: Confrontation
Where: The Prison
When: Tonight
Warnings: Argents always deserve warnings
The difference between reality and imagination had started slowly to deteriorate ever since she had died. Now it was completely distorted and she had no idea if she was actually waking or dreaming as she followed Kate Argent through the winding hallways of the prison. The longer this went on, the further Allison slipped into the darkness of her nightmares. Her friends couldn't reach her there and her father couldn't reach her either. She didn't feel guilty about lying to them about Kate's true intentions. Lying was, after all, the Argent way. Just like her entire family had lied to her for seventeen years about who they really were and why they moved around so much. They didn't think she could handle it. They thought she was some weak little girl. Kate was the only person who trusted her to tell her the truth. Kate wanted her to be strong.
Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?
She didn't expect Lydia "at least my aunt isn't a serial killer" Martin to understand. She wanted her to but didn't expect it. She had no idea what to expect from Stiles but so far he had been quiet. She expected Scott to get it. When she had broken down at school because everyone was whispering about her aunt being some kind of crazed killer, he had caught her before she fell. He wiped her tears away and told her that even though Kate wasn't exactly who she thought she was, Allison had still lost her. She had a right to mourn that loss even if that meant doing it in front of a horde of cameras that wanted to exploit the pain of the Argent family. Allison's hands balled into fists. She was angry and her anger was misfiring in all sorts of directions. But she was angry at Kate too. Not for hiding who she truly was but because she had put Allison and Chris through that humiliation. Did she have any idea what it was like for Allison to try and go back to normal after the public spectacle that had been made out of Kate's death?
You don't have to be psychotic to be a killer. You just... need a reason and even then, sometimes... You can surprise yourself.
Her thoughts were dark but her steps were light as she followed. Kate's dark head always just around the corner. Allison picked up the pace but she couldn't seem to catch up to Kate until they were in the very dark, very claustrophobic bowels of the prison. Allison had been down here before but somehow everything felt so much more sinister these days. Kate was facing her, that smile on her beautiful face. Allison loved that smile so much. It reminded her of a time when things were so much more simple. It reminded her of baking cookies and doing karaoke and dancing around the kitchen. Those happy memories were tainted with the flicker of flames in the background. Kate had been a happy aunt around Allison but somehow she shut that part of herself off to go and do unspeakable things to innocent people. It scared Allison because she knew how easily she could shut herself down too. All of the ugliness inside of her aunt, inside of her grandfather, it was in her too. She couldn't turn it off the way her father had.
I'm just like you.
Somewhere in the distance, on the very edge of death's doorstep, Gerard Argent roared with satisfaction.
"I won't do it!" Allison exclaimed. "I don't care what you say. I love Scott and I'm not killing him." Or anyone else. Kate hadn't asked her to kill anyone else, not even Peter Hale surprisingly.
I'm sorry.
Allison swallowed hard. She knew how hard it must have been for Kate to apologize to Peter in that moment as his claws dug into the soft flesh of her throat. But she had done it anyway, she had thrown out her stupid fucking pride to try and save Allison's life. The scene flashed before Allison's eyes and she felt her eyes sting with tears that she stubbornly brushed away. She wasn't weak. She wasn't weak. She wasn't weak.
She would never be weak.