I'm a little unsure how it got so complicated.
If I let go I know I'll regret it.
Every heart that I held before I was sure to break it.

Cheyenne, Jason Derulo
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Luckily, Stiles' brain is not bleeding, but his concussion is now critical. He will not be able to go on jobs for a few weeks. Lydia's ribs are putting her on bed rest for three weeks at the absolute least. As for Cora, no one really knows what will happen. She nearly went into cardiac arrest three times. Derek claims that if it happens one more time then that's it, he is to allow fate to follow its course and let her fall into a never ending sleep. Every one in the group is consumed by their past. Being surrounded by where their lives took the biggest turn is empowering. It's bringing back old feelings, good and bad.

Unfortunately, the remaining people in their group have been given a job. Allison, Scott, and Isaac are to take down one man, a simple job, but it is still disrupting the groups peace of mind.

Preparing for the upcoming job, Allison pulls on her black jeans with a holster around her waist, placing a gun in the slot unceremoniously. They trio shouldn't need to many weapons since it is only one man they are trying to kill. She then slips a white blouse around herself and buttons it almost to the top. As Allison does this she thinks about what is about to happen. This is going to be to easy. I should just go on my own, spare Scott and Isaac of the danger. She pulls a jacket over her shoulders and fills the pockets with three knives and a grenade. In her pants pockets she keeps extra ammunition. Her bow and arrows are in the car already so she will grab them on the way out. With swift moving hands, Allison pulls her hair into a tight bun. Her face remains plain and untouched by makeup.

A small knock comes from the door. She turns around and sees Scott standing in the doorway. "The job isn't for another hour, why are you already dressed?" Scott question. Allison only shrugs, approaching Scott slowly.

"I guess I just want to be ready," she replies cooly. Scott takes her hands in his own.

"Don't worry, Isaac and I will protect you," Scott says innocently. Allison pulls her hands away in disgust. Her face plays a look of utter disbelief. Scott's heart drops. What did I say wrong?

"What makes you think I need protecting?" She questions. Scott gulps.

"We are all strong, but we need to have each other's back," Scott explains. Allison nods in understanding, then Scott plants a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you in an hour," he promises. Allison forces a smile and watches him leave the room. Once he is gone, the phony smile drops from her face. She rips the car keys from the bed and storms out of the room on her heeled boots. Like I even need them.
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Stiles and Lydia come back slowly from their adventure to the kitchen. Lydia tries not to laugh at the joke Stiles makes, knowing that if she does her ribs are bound to be in pain. Stiles does the same, with his head forcing his laughter back. They help each other up the countless amounts of stairs back to the infirmary where they and Cora have been resting. The couple talks all day, taking short breaks from each other to watch over Cora who remains lifeless. "I'm going to hang by Cora when we get there in case you wanted to see Ali or something," Stiles claims. Lydia smiles.

"I'll just take a nap or something, I hate this bed rest thing," Lydia exclaims. Stiles scoffs.

"At least it doesn't feel like a grenade was set off inside of your head, I'm still seeing things in black and white, except for certain colors," Stiles reminds Lydia whining frowns at his statement.

"What colors can you see?" The girl asks.

"Well um, like some shades of red and green really stands out," Stiles informs the girl as they approach the infirmary. Lydia freezes outside of the door they wish to enter.

"My eyes and hair," she whispers. Stiles would nod if his head didn't hurt so bad, so instead he forces a half smile. Lydia forces her body to stand on her toes and she brings her lips to Stiles' own set. They move slowly until Stiles grunts.

"Lyds as much as I want to completely make out with you, my head feels like a cement block," Stiles says sadly. Lydia pulls away and smiles knowingly.

"I'm flattered... come on, Cora awaits." The pair opens the double doors to find the room empty. "Cora!" Lydia calls out. Her bed is empty.

"We need Derek," Stiles says quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees out of the window, Allison sprinting to a car. Hm, I thought Isaac and Scott were going with her in like an hour. But with his mind on Cora, the thought of Allison putting herself in danger doesn't even occur to him.

"Derek!" Stiles screams, hurting his own head. The oldest Hale comes sprinting into the room. His glance quickly locks on Cora's bed which is now empty. Derek's fist wraps around Stiles shirt collar.

"Where is she? Where were you?" Stiles takes a deep breath.

"We don't know, we should search the building right?" Derek nods hesitantly and yells for all of his new initiates to search for Cora Hale.
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Allison walks confidently from her car into the small one floor building, bow in hand, arrows at the ready, her hair pulled back away from her pale face. Kill the man, go home, no problem she thinks to herself. Her heels click softly on the tiled floor of what looks like an meeting room. She spots the man she is supposed to kill in the corner drinking wine and reading a stack of papers. Allison smirks and reaches for an arrow from her quiver. She places it on the string and ritually pulls it back. When she is about to release the arrow that should kill the man, a fist smashes her head into the nearest wall. Security, damn it. Allison swipes a knife from her boot and turns to face the enemy. She finds herself approached by five guards. "You have no business here," the man who hit her claims. Allison rolls her eyes.

"You are my business," she states before chucking the knife at the guard. It impales him in the shoulder, causing the man to stumble back. The other four men approach her, guns raised. Smirking, Allison kicks the gun out of one man's hand and drops to the floor on her back. Her long legs swing and knocks the guards over. She grabs the fallen gun and shoots at the guard coming at her next. Another man joins his side, who also kicks the gun out of Allison's hands. She keeps a stern face and attempts to kick the man in the nose. The man catches her leg and holds it. Allison doesn't hesitate to swing her body through the air so she is on the man's shoulders and snap his neck with her thighs. Then grabbing the gun he had, she shoots the third man in the head. Blood splatters across her face, but she doesn't hesitate. The fourth man grabs Allison's forearms tightly. She flips herself over the man and then pulls the man over her shoulder. His body slams into the ground and Allison pulls another knife from her jacket. She slits his throat, causing more blood to pool over her hands. The fifth man whom she impaled in the shoulder approaches her again. This time he comes at her with more force. His fists crashes with her left eye and then he kicks her in the side. Knocking Allison to the ground, the man holds a gun to her head. He spits blood to the left of Allison's head.

"Scum," he hisses like the word is poison in his mouth. "Sorry princess, your reign is over." Allison knees the man I between his legs and tries to pull away form his grip. Unfortunately, the man grasps Allison's hair and slams her back into the ground. She bites his wrist and holds her teeth there until she tastes the distinct metallic taste of blood in her mouth. The man yells and pulls away his hands. Allison manages to stand up before the man grasps her arm and throws her into the wall. She hits the sheetrock with a thump and then crashes into the hard floor. The world around her is fuzzy and blurred at the edges. The man flips Allison onto her back and holds the gun to her head again. When Allison tries to slip another knife from her waistband the man notices and snatches it from her. "You think you're sly, try this color on bitch." The man slices a deep cut up along Allison's arms. She screams in pain, the scream being a distraction so Allison can grab the grenade from her jacket pocket. She holds it in her palm and prepared to pull the pin.

"Your boss is in the next room, I'm only here to kill him, from the looks of it, you've got a wife," Allison states noticing the silver band on his ring finger. "Just let me kill him and you can go home to your wife," Allison offers.

"My wife is dead, your kind killed her, bloody assassins, thinking your killing is lawful, go ahead pull the pin and blow us to-" his sentence is cut short when a bullet finds its way into his skull. His limp body falls on top of Allison. She shakes and shutters. She has killed countless amounts of people, but never saw the life leave their eyes like that. Allison pushes the dead body off of her and stands up. In front of her is Cora still pointing a gun.

"Cora?" The young Hale keeps a straight face.

"I know, I know, I'm supposed to be on my death bed and all that jazz," Cora says, "you didn't really think I'd go out without a bang?"