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Chapter 9

Tori Vega

"Were not your family," Cleo stands up, crossing her arms over chest, beside me, Wave freezes.

"Come on," Jesse calls, "give her a break,"

She snarls, "Shut up or I'll break you,"

I don't know why that comment to Jesse made me so angry, before I know it my hand are curled into fists, my heart thudding in my ear, adrenaline rushing through my body.

I take a deep breath. I try counting to ten. It isn't working.

"Hey, Cleo," I am talking in a low, calm, dangerous voice, "You know how they say to count to ten?" –She nods-"I'm at 8 and I still want to rip your freaking head off,"

I wait a second, just to get my point across, at nine a smile at her and at ten I pounce.

It happens so fast, I just let instinct cut in. I'm on top of Cleo, we're wrestling, trying to burn each other or in her case freeze me. I feel a hand grab my shoulder; roughly, I punch Cleo in the jaw before turning around and karate kicking Nathan in the face. He goes flying back into a tree before slamming down.

A new body has joined the fight, Shane. I smack him, just like a normal girl would do when they're fighting with her normal boyfriend, and then jumping up into a back flip, coming down with as much force as I can smacking his head with both feet tucked ,in my flip-flops. I see blood go flying in the air before i see him fly into the fence.

I stand in the karate position, with both fist curled in front of me, glaring at Wave, Thunder, and Moss. They're tensed up, looking weary at me. I laugh a high, crazy laugh.

I give them one more look before running out, stopping to kick Shane's bruised and bloody face before I go, he groans.

I think kicking Shane's ass in a fight felt better than anything else.

I stop running and lean against a tree, waiting for the adrenaline to pass, the anger to vanish, the sadness to disappear. It's like I'm waiting for myself to get my life back together. It never happens, never goes away.

And this was an excellent example of why my life's in shambles: I'm a teenage girl that has to deal with super powers, super strength, has died, the world's future resting uncomfortably on my shoulders, and on top of that I have all the problems a teenage girl has; boys and their stupidity.

And Shane's just one big example of why I hate who I am, what I am, what I've done, and what I've been made to live with.

I have to live with the monster I am.

Yet another wave of anger takes over me.

I here foot a step, who's stupid enough to come after me at the moment.

I start to shake, a hand touches my shoulder. I grab it, so fast that Jesse doesn't even realize he's on the ground before he feels the pain.

"Ow!" Jesse's voice high as soon as he landed on the hard forest floor, "What the hell was that?"

I glared at him, "Don't sneak up on me, idiot!"

"I tapped you on the shoulder!"

"Thanks! That was way easier for me to hurt you," I snarl.

"Oh, calm down," he said getting slowly to his feet, grimacing, all the way.

I glare at him.

"Seriously, Fire, calm down,"

I keep the same expression o n my face, "I will not!"

"Fire," he says exasperated, "you're going to burn the forest down,"

I look down at my feet. There's a ring around me that's smoking, little toughs of fire starting to begin life on the wet ground.

I take a deep breath, I take another. I wait for myself to calm down enough that a touch of my hand can't give third degree burns.

"Sorry," I say, for whatever reason. I just feel a need to apologize.

Moss gives me a look but thankfully doesn't ask,

Okay," he says hesitantly, "What do you want to do?"

I think about it, go to my house?

"How about we…. Go down to the beach?"

I'll face the evil, comforting, house another time.

"Sure!" he sounds happy; it's easy to make him happy, almost too easy.

He grabs my hand and winces, but doesn't let go, "God your hot!"

I wasn't sure, again, how he phrase that question, if you get what I mean.

Moss and I are walking on the sand, holding hands, not really talking about anything, just lost in our thoughts staring into the distance, or perhaps the ocean.

It's Moss that breaks the silence, "So… you said you had a boyfriend?"

I don't know where this is headed, "Yeah…Beck Oliver," I say, "He's the one who I came with,"

"I'd like to meet him," he says in a flat voice.

I perk up, "Sure! We can go now; he's at the house,"

Jesse freezes, "the house or the house?"

I pause not sure what he means, "I came with his family and they're renting a beach house,"

That seems so satisfy him, "Let's go, if we're going, then."

Is it just me or do I feel trouble lying in the air? I wish I would've known, I wish I would've taken the chance; dying when I died.

I think falling off the face of the Earth is less painful than what I'm going through.

I lead Jesse to the house, dropping his hand when we're in a ten foot radiance of Beck's watchful gaze.

Jesse looks at me and grumbles something under his breath.

"What was that?" I snap.

"Nothing," Jesse says.

We get to the front porch and he grabs my hand again, as if he's protecting me from something.

I don't need protecting.

I try to pry his hand off, but he just clenches on tighter, and I decide that a wrestling match isn't necessary.

He looks at me, pressing his side up to mine, "Trust me,"

I look him in the eye, "I do,"

He smiles, "Good,"

I see Beck, he's sitting in the back by the pool, staring at Jesse and me; staring at our interlocked hands.

I clear my throat, "Hey, Beck," This is awkward, "So…um…Catching some rays?"

He keeps staring at me. I can almost feel the gears turning in his brain.

"So…," Why isn't he talking, or even acknowledging my presence, "This is…Mo…Je?"

I didn't get a chance to finish stuttering because I earned a sharp jab in the ribs from Jesse

Jesse elbows me, "Shut up!" he hisses.

"What the hell was that?" I stage whisper.

"What hell are you?" Beck speaks up.

I thought he was talking to me, "Pardon me,"

I thought he would respond to that but at the same time Jesse said something quite 'colourful'.

"I'm Beck," he doesn't say it in a friendly way.

"I'm a Jesse, to you," he said his name, if possible, more angrily than Beck.

"Whoa, guys," I say, having no idea what this was about, "Chill."

Beside me Jesse gasps. He grabs my hand and wrenches me from the back yard.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yell, "Let go, now!"

I pull my arm from his grasp, almost dislocating it.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, "Let me down, idiot!"

He keeps on running, neither stopping nor putting my feet back to work,

"Fire," he pleads, "Trust me. I promise to explain everything to you, later."

Well he better, but I don't try demanding him to put me down because I kind of like not using my well muscled and agile body.

I hate being faster than sound waves, being stronger than a grizzly bear, having more advanced fighting skills than a master ninja, and being prettier than an angel.

It seems crazy. That's what the average person wants to full fill in their life time, but normally never reach the goal.

I'm not human or average.

I miss that.

I'm so lost in thought that I don't even notice Jesse stopping and putting me down, or more dropping me like a sack of potatoes.

"What the hell?" I snap at him, picking myself off the ground.

"Pay back," he says, "or revenge."

He looks down at me, "And, baby, revenge is sweet,"

I jump up and kick his chest, shoving him to the ground.

"Do I look like a baby?" I say.

He pretends to consider. "Nope, you're a big, bad assed baby."

I stick my tong out at him, "So…What did you want to tell me?"

He looks down at his hands, "Your boyfriend, Beck, he isn't what you think; he's the enemy."

I give him a look, "Okay, crazy, you're the enemy too," I snap, "I always have to watch my back for an attempt at kicking my hard to kick ass."

He gives me a serious look, "Stay away from him, he's a los Santos,"

"No!" I say shocked.

"Fire, yes he is," he says, "Can't you tell, the eyes, the skin,"

I look at him like he's crazy,

"Trust me just stay away," He says.

"Shut up," I walk away, refusing to let the one person left that I can trust be 'the enemy' as Jesse puts it.

I don't care; I don't care if he's the bad guy, I worse.

I knew I shouldn't have come, the thought returning to overcome my mind, yet again.

I should have walked away when I had the chance. I did.

Stupid me.

I was about to go confront Beck about this when I'm blocked by a wall of seven beautiful bodies.

"We can't let you go," Jesse says.

I stand in my fighting stance, ready to get by them.

I crouch down, ready to beat up my family for the second time today.

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