Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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ARGENT takes a look at the engine at the rear of Jackson's Porsche that is stopped alongside the road.
"It's really okay. I can call for a tow truck." Jackson says worryingly.
He knew what Chris Argent was because of Scott and Allison but he made him feel uneasy.
Chris smiles charmingly, "I know a few things about cars. Might be something simple."
"I don't know. This is a pretty expensive car and there's all that warranty crap they pull if you do your own repairs, right?"
"I won't tell if you won't."
Jackson gazes up at Argent's unnerving smile, clearly not sure how to respond.
"It's Jackson, right? Come here. I'll show you what to look for."
He reaches out, hand moving to the middle of Jackson's back to press him forward. But then, with clear calculation, Argent's hand glides up to the back of the boy's neck. Jackson cringes and shrinks away.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He pulls his hand away, "Your neck. Did you hurt yourself?"
Jackson's hand reaches to the still-healing claw marks.
"No. I mean-- It's just a scratch."
Argent shakes his head firmly, "It looks like more than a scratch."
Jackson looks around nervously seeing that no one else was around but them two.
"Have you seen a doctor about it?"
"Yeah, he said it's nothing."
"You might want a second opinion. Nothing isn't exactly how I'd describe it. How'd it happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it."
"They kind of look like claw marks..."
Jackson turns away from him so he can't see them anymore.
Argent grins wide raising an eyebrow, "Are you all right?"
"I think I should probably just call a tow truck..." Jackson stammers as he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone.
"Any reason you're so reluctant to tell me what it was that did that?"
Argent keeps the friendly smile up, even while pressing relentlessly for an answer.
"No."
As gently as can be Argent pushes the question harder, "Then... what was it?"
Jackson opens his mouth to respond when a jeep blasts into view. Skidding to a halt in the road next to them. Scott and Stiles peer out the passenger window as Luna gazes out the back.
"Everything okay?" Scott asks already knowing exactly what was going on.
Argent nods once keeping the smile on his face, "Hey, Scott. Your friend here is having a little car trouble. We were just taking a look."
