Teen Hunter: Monster

Chapter Seven: Torture

Flames burned across the road, as the blue pickup burned. It was dented, and if the person inside hadn't been a supernatural being they would be dead.

Laying on the ground a few feet away laid Chris Argent Jr. Glass from the windshield was stabbed into his broken legs. Groaning the boy crawled away from the only possession he had from his normal life, before the bite.

Crying in effort, he pulled himself away from any fire and debris.
He was confused, one moment he was driving down the road, the next he was flipping. His answer was answered as two boots and a shot gun reached his vision.

Looking up he saw the devil herself.
"Kate," he spat his eyes flashing white in anger.
"Hi junior! Miss me?" The formerly dead hunter said smirking.
"Fuck. Me." He groaned in annoyance and disbelief as he spit blood out of his mouth.
"Oh if you only were eighteen."
Disturbed by the comment, Chris didn't enlighten his aunt that he was in fact eighteen.

Then without warning she swung the shotgun like a bat hitting Chris in the head with it knocking him unconscious.
"Oh I'm going to have fun with you!" Kate said grinning darkly
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"Chris is what?" Scott asked alarmed. Stiles nodded grimly as he pulled the photos from the crime scene out on the desk.

"Missing. He didn't come home last night, then my dad got a call about a blue pickup crashed on the side of the road," Stiles informed him.

Scott stared at the pictures, his eyes immediately looking at the blood trail across the road. His eyes widened in realization. 
"Can you let me to see the car?" Scott asked.
"What? Why?" Stiles asked.

"I don't think he crashed, I think he was attacked."

Before Stiles could answer his friend, Liam's friend Mason came around the corner in a hurry, " Have you guys seen Liam?"
Scott raised an eyebrow and shook his head,"Why?"

"We were on a run this morning, and he just started running off. I can't find him anywhere!"  
"Look we will find him, I'll help," Scott promised Mason. Fear or his beta being in danger coming to
mind.

"Scott, what about Chris!" Stiles exclaimed thinking of his friend.
"I'll find him too... just help Lydia crack the last part of the list," Scott said patting his friend on the back before walking off with Mason to search for his beta.

Stiles stared at his friend walking away, then his phone which was being spammed by Lydia asking where he was. He knew that he had promised
Lydia he would talk to Parrish with her, then get him to take them to Eichen to talk to Meredith, the other banshee.

With a flick of his hand he turned his phone on silent and slid into his pocket. He then rushed out of school and into his Jeep. He was going to find Chris, the old fashioned way, the human way.

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Kate whipped the butt of her shotgun around, hitting the teenager she was training. The boy fell to the ground clutching his cheek. Blood flowed through the wound. Growling in annoyance Chris glanced at those around.

His father was staring carefully, while other hunters were laughing maliciously at him. But his grandfather, Gerald was shaking his head in disappointment.

Chris slowly rose to the ground, glaring at his aunt Kate. Who was smirking at him slyly, " Oh come on Junior, it was just a love tap!"
"Mmhm."

Unexpectedly the fifteen year old charged forward, barely giving Kate anytime to respond. She tried to hit the young boy with her shotgun again but this time Chris also grabbed it, effectively blocking the attack. Chris then kicked out Kate's legs, causing the twenty-four year old to fall hard on the ground. Quickly jot trying to loose his advantage, Chris tried to smack his aunt in the head with butt of the shotgun, instead Kate rolled away and took Chris's legs out. He fell on his back, the shotgun falling from his grasp.