The Mark Of Cain

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"Fifteen thousand years," Josie said as they drove home from the hospital, Stiles in the backseat, Josie and Argent in the front, bandages wrapped around his torso.

"Yep," Stiles said, putting his prescription pain meds into his mouth, dry swallowing them.

"And you can't die? No matter what you do?"

"It's not dying that's the problem. It's staying dead."

"That sounds horrible," Josie said.

"Yeah," Stiles said, looking under the bandages,"Probably gonna have to cauterize this to make it heal faster."

"Cauterizing will just make the healing process more painful," Argent warned.

"Heat doesn't really hurt as much ever since I was burned alive in the eighties."

"I thought you were in Samoa in the eighties."

"Sorry, I meant the seventeen eighties."

"And you can control nature? How does that even work?"

"Look, Josie. I know you have a lot of questions, but can it wait till we get back to the bunker?"

"What bunker?"

"Argent bunker, that's where they keep their stash of weapons."

"Does that girl you slept with know what you are?" Josie asked, making Stiles's eyes go wide with panic.

Confused, Argent in the rearview mirror at Stiles,"Did you and Malia get back together?"

"No, not Malia. He said that she doesn't go to our school. You never did tell me her name."

Stiles shook his head violently while Argent thought for a moment, then he slammed on the brakes, twisting around to glare at Stiles,"You slept with Allison?!"

"Okay, it's not as bad as it sounds," Stiles said.

"Who's Allison?" Josie asked, even though she already had a suspicion because of Argent's reaction.

"My daughter," Argent said at the same time Stiles said,"His daughter."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Josie said, ducking her head down.

They made it to the bunker, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

"What the hell happened?" Allison asked, coming out of the entrance, going to help Stiles walk, but Argent stopped her.

"You and I are going to have a long talk, very soon," He told his daughter.

Allison's eyes went wide with panic, then she looked at Stiles with a silent question and he nodded making Allison pale.

"Where'd you get this car?" Josie asked Stiles as he undid the stitches, unthreading them.

Josie trailed her hands over the bulletproof hood, squatting down she could see the small areas where the guns were hidden.

"I made it," Stiles said,"In my last lifetime. It's been in a storage garage in Paris for the past twenty two years. Can you hand me that knife?"

The giant wound start to bleed again and Stiles held gauze to it, Josie handed him a large bowie knife, going around the car till he was at the back.

Pulling the car's key out of his pocket, he pressed a button on it, and the rocket on the back of it lit up, spitting blue flames.

Stiles ran his knife under the flames til it was glowing red hot, then moving the gauze he pressed it against his side, grunting in pain.

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