SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN!
People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits along the way.
But what if our parents have no good traits? What does that make us?
Are we all bad?
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the sword and the spirit
Sunken in the seat of her uncle's SUV, Kinsey sat with folded arms, staring out of the window as she awaited the arrival of the other car, the one she partly hoped wouldn't show up. She hoped the two of them would be waiting so long that Chris decided they go it alone, she couldn't think of anything better. It was bad enough that the two of them had to see him at all, let alone have to work with him, acting like a normal, loving family, not one who loathed each other. She didn't know why he had to be involved at all, sure, he had information, perhaps vital information, but she was sure she and her uncle could figure it out alone. They were smart, well-trained hunters, perhaps the best hunters that the Argents had ever produced.
"I don't like this." Kinsey deadpanned, looking at her uncle in the driver's seat, he too had a sour face, just as displeased by the idea of working with his father as she was. He could see it now, his father taking the lead, throwing out his demands, playing tricks on them, beginning his favourite game- manipulation. "I mean, I really, really don't like it."
"Me neither." Chris agreed, a shiver down his spine. "Do you think you can refrain from attacking him while we're down here?" He asked, to which the girl shrugged, not entirely confident that it was possible not to kill her grandfather if he made a wrong move. But she tried to reassure him, she would save all of her killing for her mission with Malia, the one she was eager to return back to now that she was back home from retrieving Kira. "You sure you still don't need my help with that?" Chris asked her. "I don't like the idea of you two chasing after her."
"We're fine," Kinsey told him, this time she was confident. "We have Braeden and Isaac. Malia's strong, and smart, most of the time. And I'm a trained huntress, taught by the best." She smiled, the hunter proud as he patted her on the shoulder. "Besides, at least one of us deserves to get a good outcome from finding our mother. If it's not me then it should be Malia."
"Just be careful, Kinny. Don't let your heart get in the way of your head." He warned her, the girl nodded, trying to keep that in mind as she watched Gerard pull up in front of them. Just another thing she couldn't let her heart take over with, or she really would be getting more blood on her hands, just like she had told Scott she might.
The two stepped out of the car, meeting the old man's malevolent smirk as he greeted them, the two of them far from interested in making small talk with him, in being civil. They had a job they had to do, and that was all they were here for. Both of them walked past him, Kinsey shoving his shoulder as she walked by, heading down into the tunnels, prepared to ignore him, if she would refrain from killing him, ignoring him seemed like the best option for all of them.
Chris had his gun raised, prepared for anything they might run into while Kinsey kept a hand on the dagger attached to her hip, eager to keep all werewolf abilities inside while with Gerard, he knew about her, that she could bet on, but she wanted to keep what he knew to a minimum, he didn't need to know about her cold blue eyes, that she was a killer, that she had her transitions under complete control, or the fact she was a full-fledged werewolf. He didn't need to know her. She wasn't interested in knowing him.
