𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
You're playing my game now

"IT'S eyes were glowing." 

Alex. Scott, and Isaac found themselves seated in Argent's office.

Chris Argent stood behind his desk, face contorting in pain as Allison attended to his wounds. Chris' lips pursed, groaning through his teeth but remained silent as he thought back to the time he had his first confrontation with that same shadowy figures.

They emerged from the darkness, alluring firefly eyes being the only thing breaking up the blackness that were their eyes. The creatures pulled long black swords from their chests, slaughtering everyone and everything in sight. 

"There was something almost ritualistic about it — like it was looking right into his soul." Argent explained.

It was the exact same thing they did to Aiden, Lydia out on the balcony, Derek right outside the complex near his car, and Isaac the night prior in the Argents apartment. 

"That's the same thing it did to me," Isaac announced, and Alex glanced over at the curly-haired Beta. 

Allison moved her eyes away from her father's wounds, briefly looking toward Isaac. "That's what it did to everyone." 

"Not everyone," Alex spoke up. "It seemed as if they were going only for the supernatural."

"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?" Isaac inquired, stirring the conversation back into the direction of Chris Argent's experience in Japan. 

"A kumicho," Chris replied immediately, like the entirety of the memory had been scarred into his memory-bank for all eternity. "A yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen and it was supposed to be a simple exchange, except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to improvise." 

"Or your ability to survive," Allison offered, knowing that Gerard was all about survive while she rubbed a hydrogen peroxide soaked cottonball over the gash on her father's cheek.

"The moment the sun went down it was like they just materialized out of the shadows," Argent continued, drifting into a memory lost in a time that once was. "They had swords, not curved like katanas but straight, black steel - like ninjatos." 

"Those swords can harm me pretty badly," Alex informed Chris upon never hearing of this type of sword before. "Anyway, what did they want?"

"To get to the kumicho," Chris answered. "They cut down every living thing in their way." Isaac's fingertips instinctively rubbed against the mark branded into his skin behind his ear.

"Did they mark him like they did us?"

Chris shook his head faintly, eyes casted down while he spoke, "Not exactly. After they had impaled their way through everyone else, they approached him. They didn't move to mark him; didn't stop to think. Their blades tore into him, eyes flashing a silver white as their blades pierced his stomach."

"What was he?"

"I don't know," Argent said slowly, and their shoulders slumped at his words. "But there might be someone who does. There were a few others who survive that night. One of them was a man named Katashi - they called him Silverfinger because of an unusual prosthetic, and it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself. I've known for a while Katashi was in the country. I spent yesterday tracking him down."

Isaac immediately gestured toward Chris' cut and bruised face. "Didn't look like he wanted to be found."

"Not particularly, no."

Scott leaned forward, pressing his elbows into his thighs. "You think he knows what they are? Or what they want?"

"Maybe," Argent replied, but nothing was set in stone. There had been no actual way of knowing if Katashi knew what the shadowy figures were or what they were looking for, but it had been the only lead they had at that moment. There was no telling what had arrived in Beacon Hills, and they knew that they were the ones to blames for returning power to the Nemeton.

Allison's eyebrows furrowed, backing away from her father to lean against the bookshelf. "What if he doesn't want to talk?"

"What if he doesn't even remember you?" Carter added on and stood from his chair, wrapping his hands around a wooden box with Japanese symbols carved into the opening. Spinning the container around, latch facing him, he spoke, "He'll remember this."

Argent opened the box, unfolding a black cloth which revealed that shattered mask of one of the hooded creatures they had saw only hours before. "I know I didn't kill it — I'm not sure you can, but I slowed it down long enough for us to get out of there."

Alex slowly stood, curling her finger around two of the smaller pieces and pushing them together; lining up the cracks and crevasses where the mask had broken apart. "What was behind the mask?"

"Darkness...absolute darkness."

"SO, then, she starts talking about phosphors and the key having chemicals on it, right? And so that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in." 

Stiles Stilinski was struggling to properly annunciate his words the more anxious he grew as he tried to explain the theory that had been swirling around in his since last night.

The moment he had saw Alex in the hallway, he was immediately calling out for them to follow him into the chemistry classroom where Barrow had been hiding. 

The only fault in his theory had been when his feet suddenly stopped at the sight of the clean chalkboard, no remnants of the proof that would convince Alex to believe that he had been the one who left Barrow the message to kill Kira.

After noticing something so similar in the lettering, he took it upon himself to write out the exact same number beside the coded messages — replicating the exact same writing on the board. 

"It's gone," Stiles muttered, his face falling in confusion just before he turned to face Alex. "Okay, okay...it doesn't matter though - it doesn't matter. I've still got the key." 

The boy darted toward the chemical closet at the back of the chemistry room, almost bumping shoulders with the original in the process.

His shaking fingers searched for the key, the entirety of his nervous system being set on edge as he grew more sleep deprived with each passing minute. But his search had been to no avail, finding no such key that had been on the key ring mere hours ago.

"What the hell?" Stiles kept flipping through the keys. "I had it — I had it here. I had it here this morning; I swear to God, I had it this morning." 

"The key you were talking about last night?" Alex asked, her voice angelic like as she noticed how shaken up Stiles was.

"Yeah," Stiles confirmed, glancing up at Alex. "I showed you, right? Didn't I show you?"

Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking back as she tried to remember. "No, you just told us about it. Neither of us actually saw it."

That hadn't brought any comfort to Stiles, his face paling even further as he set out to prove that he had been the one who left Barrow the coded message on the chalkboard.

"I was here a couple of hours ago," he spluttered out, hand tightening around the keys as he moved back to the chalkboard. "And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira and Carter's names was right there on the board in my handwriting, and I had the key to the chemistry closet."

"So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops, and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira?" Alex asked incredulously.

"I know — I know how it sounds, Alex," Stiles stuttered, his voice shaking just before his hand sunk deep into his pocket and made an attempt to pull out the folded up report he had found. "But look at this. This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws - and then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?" 

Her face softened in realization, "Coach. The joke we played on Coach." 

"That was my idea," Stiles whispered, his voice barely audible as he tried to get the two werewolves to understand what he was trying to say. "You remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can' be."

"I don't want to sound like I'm trying to tell you that you're wrong," Alex calmly told Stiles. "But I don't think you're trying to kill people either." She shook her head. "It just doesn't sound like you." She then grabbed his face gently into her hands. "How about you go home, yeah? Get some rest."

"SO..." Alex trailed off, walking into Scott's house. "What am I doing here?" She then looked between Scott and Kira. "Oh, no, no, no, no. Did I mention, no?" She exclaimed, throwing out her hands. "I am not about to have a threesome with you guys." At that, their eyes widened. "I'm fact, doing a threesome is not even on my bucket list."

"I did not expect to hear this conversation." She turned my head towards the front door of Scott's house to see Rebekah standing there. "Now, someone invite me in before I throw a bloody tantrum."

"Come in," Scott told her which made the older blonde smile and step through the barrier that would usually keep them out of houses. "Lock the door behind you." Her smile faded and she hissed at Scott, but still did as told.

"We're here because we're the only Supernatural's left that haven't been marked by the ninja people," Scott informed them, rushing through the house, closing and locking windows.

"WHAT are you doing here?" Rebekah and Alex looked up from the conversation they were having to see Scott's dad standing there. They quickly got up and stood by Scott and Kira. "And And why do you still have a key?"

"Funny you mention keys. Because while I have a key to this house, I'm not exactly sure how she," Scott's dad looked at Alex, "got a key to my office." He opened up his laptop and showed them a picture of her. The younger blonde's eyes widened, cursing at herself for being foolish. How come she didn't see this coming? Afterall, he is FBI. "Let me help you out here. This kind of thing usually begins with something along the lines of, "It's not what you think." Or, "I can explain."

Alex looked to Scott who nodded at her. She stepped forward, made Scott's dad stare her in the eyes, and she started to compel him.

"You need to get out of here. It's not safe after sun down." Just as he went to do as told, Melissa walked in through the door and night time surrounded them. The blonde quickly grabbed Scott's dad, stopping him. "Stay still," she compelled him again.

A shadow ninja decided it was time to show up and stab him. In a flash, Alex grabbed him, sped him to the back room, Melissa following. "I need to feed him my blood," she rushed out, hearing the others fighting the shadow ninja's.

Melissa nodded and Alex bit into her wrist, and forced him to drink her blood. When he opened his eyes and was about to jerk forward, she hit a weak spot on his throat, made him pass out. Once she knew that Melissa would watch over him, she joined the others in the fight.

Derek came sliding around the corner, Cora by his side, both growling loudly. Alex whipped around, stopping a blade from cutting off her head. The sound of glass shattering filled the air and she realized it was the twins who had finally decided to show up. They ended up throwing one of the ninjas out the door, Scott with the help of Rebekah threw another out another window. In a flash, Alex threw the one she was fighting out the already shattered window.

"Now!" Alex shouted at Melissa who quickly ran towards the door and smashed the glass of mountain ash onto the doorway, stopping the ninja's from entering.

THE ninja's all started banging on the barrier, making the house shake and the fear inside Alex double up. These things, these ninja's, they are more immortal than her. They are literally a shadow. And shadows are something that you can't harm no matter how much you try. So, they're all probably going to die. But, that doesn't meant she won't stop fighting.

As one of the ninja's tilted it's head, Alex felt like it was staring at her even if it had no eyes to do so. It used it's sword and started to make the barrier weak.

As the barrier broke, they were all thrown back by the force.

Alex groaned, popping her neck as she stood back up, ready to fight but stopped once Scott gave her a look. He had just got off the phone with Allison who was explaining what they were.

Scott grabbed Kira's hand and they stepped forward.

Alex took that as a cue and looked towards her sister who held out her hand. She gripped it and the four of them stepped forward.

Four Oni's walked up to them, one for each of them, and grabbed their heads. They all fell to their knees as the ninja's looked into their souls. They sliced the back of their ears, and they fell to the ground.

Alex stared at Rebekah for a few seconds before she closed my eyes, her body temperature dropping fast. "Always and forever," she mumbled to herself, gripping Rebekah's hand.

"Always and forever," she mumbled back before they both fell into an oblivion.