chapter twelve
❝ things my heart, used to know ❞
code-breaker

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Allison looks at her ex boyfriend in shock, his golden eyes looking at her. She even looked at Kennedy, who didn't look as shocked as she did. Kennedy knew, Allison realized. Kennedy knew what Scott was. "Scott," Kennedy calls out. Scott looks over. Kennedy breathes heavily, "Scott, somethings wrong,"

"This whole situation is wrong!" He hisses, gesturing to the two cars they're standing on top of.

Kennedy shakes her head. "I mean theres something wrong with me." She says. Before either of them can answer, Chris honks his horn. Scott grabs onto Kennedy, jumping into the air. He lands on the bus, before jumping off.

"Get to your car, and drive as fast as you can," He says, sprinting into the woods. Kennedy doesn't need to be told twice, as she sprints to her own car, starting it and speeding down the road.

Kennedy speeds down the streets of Beacon Hills, "Shit, this is really bad," She whispers, looking at her phone. She doesn't know what to do next. Does she call her dad? Does she call Stiles? Have they even found Lydia yet?

Her ears ring as she looks around, driving to who knows where. Her breathing heavies, a buzzing noise. The buzzing grows louder and louder. Gripping the steering wheel, Kennedy tries her hardest to focus on the road. She grunts, a white light taking over her vision.

Fire.

The little girl cries as she hides in the corner, her entire family burning alive. The fire was inching close, but she kept trying to crawl away. "Dad!" She screams. "Dad!"

Peter Hale's head snaps at the sound of his daughters cries. "Kennedy! Kennedy, where are you!?"

"Dad, I'm scared!"

"I know, Bunny, I'm coming," He pants, looking around. His eyes eventually fall on the ten year old girl, cradling her stuffed bunny. He rushes over, ignoring the burning feeling in his body as he grabs the girl. "I got you, Bunny, I got you."

Kennedy gasps, hitting the breaks of her car as a loud howl fills her ears. She breathes heavily, her forehead covered in sweat. "Oh my god," She mumbles to herself. Looking around. Everything filled her mind, everything clicking. Tears threatened to spill as she realized what it all meant. The sign in the little girls bedroom, the stuffed animals, Peter yelling at her to remember. The street was empty, but she didn't feel scared. In fact, she felt angry. Narrowing her eyes, she presses on the gas, speeding to her house.

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The Stallard house is still until Kennedy storms in, holding her heels in her hand. She looks around, eyes wide as she runs up the stairs. She slams open her door, throwing her heels to the side as she slides off her red dress. The red fabric pools at her feet. She stands in her black bra and underwear, observing her room she had once believed she grew up in. Tears roll down her cheek slowly, and she sucks in a heavy breath, moving to her closet. She begins pulling out items she hadn't seen in a while. Since the summer, actually. Kennedy's ears buzz as her phone begins to ring. She finishes putting on her jeans, walking over.

"Kennedy, where are you?" Ben asks his daughter.

The brunette looks around, emotionless. "I'm at home," She mutters.

Ben sighs in relief, "Okay, stay there, I'm going to have another deputy come and bring you to the hospital." He explains to the teenage girl.

"Don't come looking for me," She murmurs, her head screaming at her as memories flood through her head. Memories she had been forced to forget. Ben shakes his head on the other end of the line.

"Kenny, whats wrong?" He asks her, confused.

Kennedy is quickly dressed, sliding on her boots. "I know the truth, Dad." She snaps, "Or, should I say, Ben." Ben's heart drops, realizing what happened. "You lied to me,"

"Kenny, I'm coming to get you-"

"I said don't come!" Her voice booms through the house, and even through the phone. Ben closes his eyes tightly. Kennedy looks at herself in the mirror, her curls had loosened, her makeup smudged. Her outfit more devious than anything she'd usually wear. "I have to go,"

Before Ben can argue, Kennedy hangs up the phone, grabbing her leather jacket and storming down the stairs. She looks around the streets; all she could feel is anger, deceit, and betrayal. Like her entire life, is a lie. She sucks in a breath, storming in the direction of the woods, going to the only place that made sense right now.

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"Now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself."

Allison, who had just wounded Derek and Scott, looks at her Aunt Kate. "You, you said we were just gonna catch them?" She mumbles, confused.

Kate Argent, the one who had started the Hale fire, the one who technically caused all of this, the deceitful hunter, looks at her naive niece. "We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." Kate fires a bullet at Derek, sending him back to the ground. "See? Not that hard." Allison looks at her Aunt in shock. "Oh, no, I know that look. That's the you're gonna have to do it yourself look."

Kate rolls her eyes, pointing her gun at Scott. "Kate, Kate, what are you doing?" Allison asks, Scott's eyes widening.

Kate shoves Allison to the ground, "I love those brown eyes." Allison shakes her head shocked by the betrayal of her aunt she once trusted.

"Kate!" Chris Argent yells, approaching his younger sister. "I know what you did. Put the gun down." He orders his younger sister.

"I did what I was told to do." Kate snaps.

Chris scoffs, "No one asked you to murder innocent people, There were children in that house, ones who were human." Scott pauses, listening to the sound of a heartbeat from afar. "Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at a 16 year old boy with no proof he spilled human blood." Chris scolds, "We go by the code; Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

Allison looks up, "We hunt those who hunt us." She translates.

"Put the gun down." Chris warns. Kate stares at him for a long moment, the gun still aimed at Scott. Chris's moved his gun and fires a shot, inches past her. "Before I put you down." The Hale house door creaks open. "Allison, get back."

Kate aims her gun towards the door, Scott scrambling to his feet. "What is it?" Allison asks, looking  at her dad.

"It's the Alpha." The four snap their heads to the left for a moment, Kennedy coming into view. She walks with confidence, her gaze switching between all of them, "AKA, my father." She looked different, Scott noticed. She looked angrier, heartbroken. Like anything she ever cared about, flushed down the drain. Her bright brown eyes lacked the life they usually held, and her makeup seemed to have smudged from the nights events.

Kate's eyes widen in realization. "Kennedy," She scoffs lowly, remembering the girls true identity. It all made sense now, and she almost felt stupid for not realizing sooner.

The alpha zooms past the group of five, the Argents aiming their weapons. "Ken, what happened? What do you mean your father?" Scott asks.

"The little girls room? It was mine." Kennedy breathes. Chris Argent looks at her, listening to the teenage girl. Allison frowned, confused by her friends words. "I was Peters daughter that died in the fire, but he had saved me." She explains, causing Kate to narrow her eyes. "Laura Hale erased my memories and Ben Stallard made sure that all records were sealed."

Scott furrowed his brow, the group moving around to find the alpha. "Does that mean you're a-"

"I don't know," She mumbles, gasping when Chris falls to his feet. It's only a few more moments until Allison and Scott are on their backs.

Kate spins in circles. "Come on!" She yells, "Come on!" She spins to her right, her gun being caught by Peter. She attempts to fire two shots, but its a fail. Peter crushes her hand, Kennedy hearing the crunching herself. Peter grabs Kate by the neck, throwing her onto the porch.

Peter looks over at Kennedy, "Now you know," He says, "You remember," Kennedy's eyes water as she stands there, unsure what to say. Peter glares at Kate, "I lost my daughter, because of you," He growls, stomping up the stairs, dragging the Argent inside.

"No!" Kennedy turns at the voice, watching Allison run past her. Kennedy chases after her, trying to stop her from doing something stupid.

The two stop, standing side by side as they see Peter with his claws at Kates throat. "She is beautiful, Kate. She looks like you." He says, staring at Allison. "Probably not as damaged. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." Kennedy looks at Kate, a few memories of them together surfacing. "Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years. Apologize for taking away my little girl! Apologize for killing my daughters mother!" Peter's eyes never leave Kennedy's, and she feels about 50 emotions at once. "Say it, and I'll let her live."

Kate looks at Allison, who's eyes are watering as she shakes her head in plea. "I'm sorry." She whispers. Kennedy stared at Kate for a long moment, feeling no remorse from the Argent.

Peter takes in the statement, his hurt stare turning cold and emotionless. In a swift movement, his claws swipe across Kate's throat. Allison gasps in horror, falling to her knees. Kennedy leans against the wall, her eyes wide as she watches the body tumble to the ground. The vision seemed to replay in her head, over and over again. "I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology didn't sound very sincere." Peter hums.

The Hale takes a step towards Allison, and Kennedy stands in front of her. "No," She warns. Peter tilts his head to the side, smirking. The sound of growling causes him to stop, turning to see a werewolf Scott McCall glaring him down. Kennedy looks to her other side, seeing a werewolf Derek.

"Kennedy, get her out of here!" Without being told anything else, Kennedy pulls Allison out of the house.

Allison kneels down next to Chris Argent, and Kennedy looks around. "Ken, is everything okay?" Allison asks softly.

The Stallard girl, now realizing she was a Hale, shakes her head. "No, I, I don't feel right. Something is definitely wrong." She groans, her head pounding. The sound of roars inside stop for a moment, but it doesn't last long when Scott is thrown out the window. Kennedy winces in pain, feeling her insides churn.

Peter comes crashing out of the house, in full Alpha form. A car honking causes everyone to look over, a Porsche coming into view. Stiles and Jackson come crawling out. "Kennedy!" Stiles yells, seeing the distressed girl. Stiles holds the same concoction they made at the school before, but this time correctly. He throws it in the air towards the alpha. However, Peter catches it. Kennedy looks between the two, something inside of her snapping as Stiles's face falls, and Peter takes a step towards him.

Suddenly, a large roar fills the air, and Stiles sees a figure jumping into the air, and landing just feet in front of him. His jaw drops as he watches the girl with brown hair land on one knee and hand, staring at the ground. The entire group stares at her for a moment, including Peter, realizing she had finally done it. Kennedy Dawn Stallard growls, slowly looking up. Her face wasn't changed like Scotts, but her eyes were gold and her teeth now were fangs. Stiles's mouth hung open, not expecting to see what's in front of him. Kennedy stands up slowly, her long curled brown hair waving behind her. "Don't. Touch. Him." She lets out another growl, claws flicking out of her hands as she gets in position to jump out.

Scott looks around, eyeballing Allison's bow. "Allison!" He yells, throwing it at the girl. She catches it, loading it quickly. Peter roars, preparing to throw the fire bomb when Allison fires her arrow, shooting right through it. Peter roars in pain as his entire arm catches on fire.

"Kenny!" Kennedy looks over, her glowing gold eyes looking at Jackson. He tosses her a second fire bomb, sending her a reassuring nod. The brunette looks at Stiles, worried how he might felt about her now. She was different, and that was going to change things. But in this moment, Stiles gives her a small smile, telling her that everything will be okay.

A smirk grows on Kennedy's face as she turns to look at the burning alpha. "Hey!" Peter looks up, his eyes wide, "Catch this," The fire bomb flies through the air, igniting him on fire.He roars and shouts in pain, and Scott and Kennedy both kneel down. Kennedy sprints forward, jumping in the air to kick him back. Peter runs around frantically, his body automatically forming back to human. His burnt charred body falls to its knees, Peters eyes landing on Kennedy. Her gold eyes shift back to their normal brow, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," She whispers. Peter slowly falls back, and Kennedy looks down, not wanting to look any longer. He was her dad. And now, he was dying. She had just remembered him. All of the memories of him teaching her how to ride a bike, braiding her hair, he even taught her how to catch a rabbit if she needed to. He taught her everything she didn't know she knew, and he was already gone.

Stiles walks over, "Ken, Ken, hey," Kennedy breathes heavily, looking up at him. "You're okay, you're okay," He pulls her into his chest, not giving her time to react in case she freaked. Kennedy sighs, slowing her breathing as best as she can.

"Wait!" Stiles and Kennedy look up to see Derek standing over Peter, Scott behind him. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead." The McCall says. Kennedy bites her lip, pulling away from Stiles. "Her father, her family, what am I supposed to do?"

Kennedy quickly pushes Derek off of Peter, kneeling down, tears roll down her face, memories of the man that raised her flashing through her mind, "I'm so sorry, Dad." She whispers, cupping his burnt face. Stiles bit the inside of his cheek, completely lost, but all he could feel was empathy for his friend.

Peter let out a struggling breath, taking his daughters hand. "I love you, Bunny," He whispers. Kennedy smiles, holding his hand tightly. Peters eyes snap to the side, "You've,"  Peter struggles to breathe, "Already, decided." Kennedy sniffles, looking up at Derek. Derek's face was emotionless as he stared down at his uncle. Peter gripped Kennedy's palm, causing five claws to retract out of her fingertips. "I can smell it on you!" His eyes glow red as he sticks Kennedy's hand in his chest. Kennedy gasps in shock, her gold eyes glowing bright.

"Wait! No, no!" Scott shouts ad Derek grabs Kennedy, throwing her off her dad. "Don't!"

Kennedy rolls to Scott's feet, looking up "Derek!" She screams in horror as Derek slashes Peter's throat. Kennedy screeches in pain, emotional, and physical, as Scott pulls her to her feet.

Derek slowly stands, looking over at Scott and Kennedy. He turns, his eyes glowing bright red. "I'm the Alpha now." Kennedy breathes heavily, looking over at her dads body one more time.

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Kennedy sits in Stiles's jeep, neither of them having really spoken since the night before. Kennedy had stayed at his house for the night, his dad still trying to figure out what to do with Ben illegally changing documents, and technically, illegally taking custody of the teenage girl. "Are you okay?" Stiles asks softly. Kennedy traced shapes on her knee, her mind elsewhere.

"I remember now," She whispers. "The fire, everything before that," Stiles purses his lips, feeling empathy for his friend. "I thought I was human," She whispers.

Stiles looks over at her for a moment, watching her. She wore one of his shirts and a pair of leggings, bags under her eyes, and her eyes themselves were red and puffy. Stiles reaches over, enclosing her hand in his. "Well, then, lest bask in the fact that you're a bad ass werewolf." Kennedy looks over, a smile spreading on her face. Though so much had changed in a short amount of time, Kennedy knew that she had her friends by her side.