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Hanni {98}

Chapter 10

Tori Vega

The seven, minus me, are lined up in a wonky triangle, expressions on some faces furious, on others edgy, like they're not sure what I'm going to do; considering the fact I don't even know what I'm doing at the moment.

Anyways, the point of the triangle's point is missing. Their leader, me, is standing ready to take them down, fixing them with a better death glare than Nathan.

At least I hope it does and doesn't look like I'm smiling at them, inviting them over for dinner or something.

"Fire," Shelby says testily, "We're concerned about you health and safety."

Well, that was formal

Beside her Jesse nods in agreement, "Dude, he's not good for you. In case you've forgotten he's one of the bad guys!" he yells those two last words.

"Yeah, you sure can pick them," Shane says in a grumpy, angry, jealous, worried voice.

Man, I bet his emotions are conflicted right now; kill Beck; scream at me; kill me; worry about me. There really is a bunch of options to choose from.

My face grows hot and I put my blazing fire 'on', despite the fact that we're on a public beach, "The only wrong choice I made trusting in you,"

I spit at his feat for what I hope looks like emphasis.

His face turns red, from anger on embarrassments, I can't tell, "Fire, what-,"

Cleo elbows him hard in the ribs, "Shut up, Velvet," she says casually, but I still hear that cold dangerous edge in her voice.

The other five of them were probably wondering how that would have ended, but thanks to Cleo, who is apparently my friend again, put a stop to the soon to be expected screaming match that was about to go down on the beach.

I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm, "Cleo?"

"What?" she says suspiciously.

"I'm sorry for…um…beating you up, all of you," I look them in their oddly coloured eyes, looking Shane in the eye more briefly than the others.

"That's fine, "She says in her usual brisk manner, "but don't try it again,"

I swallow, "Sure,"

Cleo opens her arms for a hug, but I catch something from the corner of my eye.

Andre Harris, Jade West, Cat Valentine, Trina Vega, and Robbie Shapiro walking down the sandy beach of the Island, each carrying a flower printed beach bag. Eight eyes scanning the beach for a brown haired girl, but she's gone. The "Tori" they used to know died and all but left the world. It's like I'm being constantly reminded: Tori Vega's gone. Years ago she was replaced by a red haired monster; before they even knew her or I guess; knew me

I turn my back on my old friends, hoping to block them out of my life by a slender wall of my back, trying to keep them safe; away from this screwed up life I've made for myself.

"Hey, guys," I say shakily, "Got go!" I look at Cleo's out stretched hands, "Love you too!" I say before making a mad dash for the bathroom.

I slam my back against the hard wooden door, breaths coming in uneven little puffs. I look at the beautiful face in the mirror, staring at the gorgeous strangers face until I realize it's me. I really do have to start avoiding mirrors.

I feel a gentle push on the other side of the brightly coloured door, and step away from it bracing myself for one of my innocent friends back home; sure enough when the door opens Cat Valentine steps through.

I give her a glace, looking at her brown eyes that aren't comparable to Moss's green-brown eyes, her hair a dull red colour compared to the elaborate assortment of bright colours on top of my head. This is what I wish I looked like; normal.

"Hey!" Cat squeals at me.

The first thing I think of is that she recognizes me, "Oh, Hey," I say glumly.

"Oh my God!" she shrieks, "I love your hair colour! It's better than the best of velvet cupcakes!"

I'm a little taken back, "Huh?" I say like a complete genius.

Cat just keeps talking, "I mean, velvet cupcakes are amazing, especially with pink and purple icing on it, and multicolor sprinkles!"

Now I'm staring at her like she's crazy, "Oh,"

"And your hair has, like, pinks, gold's, yellows, orange and lots of red!" –she stands on her tippy toes and looks at my face, "You're really pretty, you know. I like your eyes."

The average person does this. They get lost in our breath taking beauty, staring transfixed at my face.

Cat reaches out her hand to touch me, but I smack her finger away.

"Ow!" she shrieks.

"Don't touch me," I snarl, a cold, unwelcome atmosphere takes the place of the bathroom except that it's starting to warm up, I'm starting to heat up.

"You hurt me!" she screams.

I glace down at her hand that's slowly turning black and blue, "Oh, I didn't mean to-"

But I did. I smacked a small, week minded, innocent person. I thought I hit her lightly, a small tap at the most; humans are too fragile.

I look at myself in the mirror again; the face I see is drop dead gorgeous, a furious, angry expression on my face. Yet again, I see myself as the monster I am.

I walk calmly towards the door, open it and then face the small whimpering girl that is clutching her hand, "Leave me alone, I am capable of horrible things; keep your friends away from us,"

I give her one last death glare and shut the door quietly, being careful to keep my super strength under check. I turn around, pumping into a tall, black haired girl.

"Sorry," I say, lost in thought of what just happened in the bathroom.

"Watch where you're going!" a sarcastic voice says, penetrating unhappy memories in my mind.

"Why would I want to look at you," I say, cheekily.

"Hey, you remind me of a girl named-," Jade starts.

I look into her face, hypnotizing her with one petty glance, taking over her mind, "You don't know me," I whisper, "You're going to walk away from me. You're going to leave me alone, avoid me."

"Yes, I don't know you," I release her mind and run into the forest, glad of its camouflage.

I've been in a tree for a while now, my knees bundled up against my silent chest; I don't have a heartbeat. I don't have a life. My best friends are here; the human ones and the dead ones. One group of them knows absolutely nothing, and the other knows entirely too much about me, the real me. My own sister doesn't even know this side of me; I always took care to wear a wig and colored contacts around my family, so I don't have to face my fear of burning to the ground and then being reborn from the ashes once a day.

That's my deepest fear; fire. It's the element that killed me, the last thing I seen before I 'died'. If only I could've stayed that way, gone through the golden gates that where before me, singing sweet drugged tunes to me, if only I didn't go back onto Earth to save my brother from the flames.

A silent tear drops down my perfect face, remembering his tortured scream, the smell of his flesh burning in front of me, the same things happening to me; my scream, my horrible smell, the pain. The mind breaking flashes of pain, then numbness.

"Fire," a deep voice says from bellow, "Can we talk?"

I know that voice, I hate the voice; Velvet has come to see me, to apologize for his jack ass actions, for giving up on me when I need him, for killing people who mean the world to me, for hurting me more than the flames could ever achieve.

Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've started other fanfic and made up my profile so check that out.

I hope you like it. I need some new ideas, but I think I have a bit of it.

Thanks for the people who I get review from every chapter, but I want criticism, praise; what you liked/didn't like.

So check out my profile and the other stuff I'm writing.

Thanks,

Hanni {98}

PS. I have a headache right now so…yeah.