The Argent Twins

There are things in the world that Stiles can’t seem to enjoy. Allison’s super speed is one of those things. Despite being twins, and the boy of the two, Allison still got more muscle on her than him. Maybe it’s because she’s older, Stiles thought. He continues to think while he is piggybacking on Allison as she super speeds to the preserve. It didn’t take another second until she came to a smooth halt in front of a creepy-looking, burnt-down house.

Setting his boot clad feet onto the ground Stiles stares at the Victorian mansion that look straight out of a horror movie. “So what’s the plan?” he asks turning to the silver girl.

“Well, I’m gonna make sure the area is clear while you see check for anything that might lead us to this mystical jars or whatever it is Harris wants.”

“Alright,” Stiles agrees, “meet me here in ten minutes.”

“Alright.” With that they gave each other a quick hug before Allison rushes out into the woods.

Taking this as his cue Stiles began walking towards the house. He continues to stare at how damage the house was. Stiles barely made it up the porch when he was hit with a sudden vision. What he saw nearly made him want to barf. There was fire and smoke everywhere. He heard screaming, multiple screaming. Pulling back the telepath nearly fell if it wasn’t for the banister behind him.

Pushing his vomit in he continue his journey into the mansion.

“East, North, and South, check,” Allison mumbles to herself. “Now the West.”

She didn’t really have to head that way when she saw cars coming her way. Thinking quick on her feet, she pulls up her hood and ran out sight. She watches closely as they drove pass where she once was and continue towards the direction of the Hale House.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She sped off and pick up a sharp branch on the way. She follows the two car before making her move. In a quick blur she cuts out both right tires of the back car and the two hind tires of the car in front. Allison quickly ran off into hiding again while she watches the people walk out of the cars.

Based on their timing Allison knew that she needed to get Stiles and get out of there quick. With that in mind she sped off in the direction of her brother.

The inside of the house was as creepy – if not more – as the outside of the house, Stiles thought. He looks around the burnt home before he extended out both of his arms. Focusing his powers his hands glows red before little tendrils began shooting in different directions. Stiles began to walk further into the house until one of the tendrils shows him an image of something with a great energy signature.

Opening his eyes, Stiles began walking in the direction he now knew by heart when a sudden chuckle came from his left. Out of instinct the boy place his scarlet hoodie over his head. Unfortunately, he and Allison chose to not bring their masks, thinking that there wouldn’t be anyone around to see them.

Stiles’ back was still towards the newcomer when he began to talk. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Little Red Riding Hood. What are you doing here, Little Red? Last I check granny wasn’t what she was, nor am I?” he whispers the last part in a very ominous way. It sent shivers down Stiles’ spine.

Keeping his distance Stiles turn to see an older gentleman, about Harris age – maybe younger. He held a very confident aura around him and it made Stiles very uneasy. Stiles made a move to blast him back, but the newcomer zoom right in front of him and grad him by his neck. He was a lot stronger than Stiles anticipated. He lifted the boy up as if he was nothing.

“Oh, don’t even try that on me, sweetheart,” he growls. “My nephew told me exactly what you can do, so don’t think you can try anything. I can snap your neck a lot faster than you can blink.”

Stiles was struggling when he notices his left hand clutching the other man shoulder. Out of instinct he shot a quick tendril into the man’s ear while thinking fear. The older man’s eyes glow a bright red before they settle down. His grip on Stiles slackens which drop the boy.

The scarlet boy began to back up while the man was on his back withering in pain, his face contorting between wolf and man.

Before he could think, Allison bursts through the door, not caring for the pain stricken man. “Stiles, people are on their way. We need to leave now.”

“Alright, but I found the jar. It’s upstairs, in a baby’s room. It should be under the crib,” Stiles say as he gets back up. “Just speed up there and get it. I’ll keep watch.”

“I’ll be quick.” She was gone in a flash.

By thinking the worst for worst was over, Stiles was horribly wrong. No later did Allison gone upstairs did he heard the sounds of car engines revving coming in close. Glancing out a window did Stiles begin noticing the kids from school were here.

Connecting the older werewolf to these high school kids, he knew they could hear them. He began using codenames. “Quicksilver, how’s it going?”

“Almost done!” her voice echoes.

Not taking chances, Stiles began walking to the front of the house, keeping his hood on to hide his face. Once he steps out he saw the teens crouch down in defensive positions while a chick turn her belt into a sword. No, a katana. Wait a minute.

“You again.” said the guy in front with a leather jacket on. Wait are these the same guys as before? Stiles thought. “What are you doing here?”

“That would be my business.

The werewolf inside made a particularly loud howl. “Peter,” growl the same guy. Maybe he’s the nephew.

Allison chose that time to zoom up to my side. In her hand holds wooden cylinder box. The sight of it made the bearded wolf growl. “That’s mine.”

“Well you know what they say, finders keepers…” Stiles began.

“…losers weepers,” Allison finishes.

“Who are you?” the blonde werewolf asks as she extends her claws in a murderous way.

“They call me Quicksilver,” Allison says as she sped away then came back, this time without their loot.

“And I’m the Scarlet Witch.” Stiles finishes with by making red energy appear around his hands.

“Do you really think you can take us on again?” Allison asks as she crosses her arms.

“Definitely. Pack?” growls the alpha as everybody else circles around him.

“Now, Scar,” Allison whispers. Stiles begins running as fast as he could. The wolves took this as invitation to charge him as well. In two more strides, Stiles shot his hands out behind him, propelling himself into the air over them before landing into a crouch.

Taking their stun reaction as plan, Allison ran and grabs two werewolves, one young looking blond and the shewolf. She sped them into two neighboring trees. She let them go and watch as they flew into the tall trees with a thunderous crack.

Stiles was in the process of handling the coyote, swordsman, and a werewolf. He shot out an energy blast at the Asian girl. Unlike last time it travels up her leg and into her hands shooting the katana into a tree meters away. The coyote growls an, “I’m going to tear you apart before charging with the huge werewolf. Stiles began to gather energy with both hands before shooting them towards the Asian girl again. This time it shot into her pushing her back. When Stiles separated his arms exaggeratedly the energy continues out of the girl and into her comrades, knocking them down.

The remaining two wolves were on high alert. The blonde with the scarf was about to take on the Scarlet Witch when the leather bound one stop him. The latter had some unfinished business he had to take care of. He began charging when the silver blur ran pass him, knocking the wolf into the air and further away from the red boy.

Seeing the boy open the blond wolf began his attack when the witch shot his hand down, red energy traveling along the ground. Some of them tied around his ankle while others shot up and knock him in the chin as if it was a real fist punching him square in the jaw.

With no more immediate threat, the two left standing were sped away into the darkness settling into the woods.

Once they back in the safety of their apartment, the let out a breath of relief. “That was a close one,” Allison said.

“Yeah, who knew those wolves we fought lived here in this particular location?” Stiles asks.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” Allison pulls out the box from inside her jacket. “We got this and we are one step closer to getting mom back.”

“Yeah, for mom.” The box was placed down for the twins to hug each other, seeking comfort in the thought of reuniting their small broken family.