THE HUNTSMAN

4

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"Get up Apollo."
Chris Argent busted into his sons room throwing his bow and arrows down on his bed.
"God, what?"
Apollo blocked his eyes from the light his father had so kindly turned on.
"It's Kate there's been an attack."
"Oh isn't that unfortunate."
Apollo rolled his eyes as he slid on his jeans and boots.
"Keep your opinions about Kate to yourself."
Chris hissed as Apollo pulled his mask over his mouth.
"Fine. I'm going out the window encase Ally is up."
Apollo threw open the window jumping out without a second thought.
He landed on top of his dads car quickly hopping off and getting in the passenger seat.
Oh how excited he was that Auntie Kate was in town. 

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"Get in."
Chris told his sister as he and Apollo stepped out of the car.
"Not even a 'hello' 'nice to see you?'"
Kate grinned teasingly at her brother.
Apollo couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"All I've got at this moment is please put the rifle away before someone notices."
Chris sighed.
"There were two of them."
Kate looked at Apollo.
"Alpha?"
Apollo asked shortly not wanting to talk with the two any longer then necessary.
"I don't know but one of them tried to kill me-"
"Did it or are you just crying wolf again?"
Apollo glared taking down his mask as he took a step closer to Kate.
"Apollo enough!"
Chris shouted at his son.
"Whatever. I'm out of here."
Apollo scoffed as he stalked down the road.
Apollo was probably the only Argent in the family who hadn't killed anything.
Even when there were spiders in his room as a child he'd pick them up and put them outside.
He couldn't understand how no one seemed to care they were taking a life, werewolf or not.
Apollo wasn't afraid to kill anything, he just didn't want to kill something for no reason.
However if one of the werewolves were responsible for the 'animal attacks' in Beacon Hills he would have no trouble taking them out.

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"Where's Scott McCall?"
Apollo's head snapped up to see the stranger from the woods talking to Jackson.
Apollo quickly shoved his books into his locker along with his bag, rushing over to the man and Jackson.
"Did you say Scott McCall?"
Apollo asked wide eyed, taking notice of the man's ill state.
He nodded weakly and Apollo threw his arm over his shoulder supporting the mans weight.
"Come on, I know someone who can find him."
Apollo helped the man out of the school catching sight of Stiles' jeep.
"Stiles!"
Apollo shouted in a whisper.
Stiles head snapped to Apollo and his jaw fell agape.
"Oh my god."
"No, no, not here."
Scott and Stiles seemed to panic in sync as Apollo and the man reached the car.
"What the hell?"
Scott gaped again.
"There's something wrong with him Scott."
Apollo sighed out, holding the man up taking a toll on him.
"I was shot."
He huffed out.
"He's not looking so good dude."
Stiles shook his head.
"Why aren't you healing?"
Scott asked, the fact that Apollo was there slipping from his mind.
"I can't it was a different kind of bullet."
"A silver bullet?"
Stiles asked as Apollo put the pieces together quickly.
"No, oh god, it was one of Kate's bullets."
The three men looked at Apollo in confusion.
"Just trust me. He has forty-eight hours if we don't make a plan."
Apollo told them urgently.
"Derek stop that!"
Scott yelled in a whisper.
Derek's eyes were glowing blue.
"I'm trying to tell you I can't!"
Derek hissed back.
"Get him in the car."
Apollo told Stiles shoving Derek his way.
"Scott go with Allison and figure out what bullet Kate used."
"Why can't you do that?"
Scott questioned the Argent twin.
"My family and I don't exactly agree on how to hunt things. They'll know I took it, and I need to help Stiles with Derek."
Apollo tried his best to explain to Scott.
The shaggy haired boy nodded jogging off as Apollo hopped into the back of Stiles' jeep.