*Authors Note: I had a dream Mara and Kira met, so this is my Halloween Crossover of The Fire In Your Eyes and Who Are You Really? (Song is Bad Blood by Welshley Arms)

-xxxxx-

Things ain't been quite the same, since you hit me with your hand grenade,
I might be just a bit insane, I ain't scared of a little pain,

Tell me tell me baby honestly, do you think there's something wrong with me?
Do you wanna stick around to see, how bad a boy can be?

-xxxxx-

Kira POV

Two Years Ago

Adrian knocked on the bedroom door, poking his head in at me, "hey, get ready and put this on."

He tossed something at me, a square or something. What the hell?

"Adrian, this is a body cam," my voice trailed off in confusion.

"Yeah and put your costume on."

I glanced at the seat in the corner and as Adrian closed the door, I spoke up, "wait, wait, why the hell wo-," he cut me off.

"Cause it's Halloween, duh," he rolled his eyes at me and then closed the door, calling out, "Put your gear on under it! Duh!"

I lifted myself from the bed and then went to the seat.

Adrian had a huge house in one of the wealthiest parts of San Francisco. Each of us had a room here, despite the fact that Caleb and I didn't live here. We did spend all of our free time here or with our brothers.

It was Halloween tonight. Normally, we'd just go party and do a bunch of ecstasy and go to a funhouse or haunted park, that's what we'd done the last couple of years. Out of nowhere this week, he told all of us to get a costume of a serial killer.

I don't know what the others chose, but I chose to go with Carrie. She counted, right?

Whatever, I grabbed the dress and pulled open the closet door and began dressing, pulling my gear on under it. Not including the bullet proof vest because it wouldn't fit. It was raining outside. Maybe I should grab a jacket? Nah, I'll just stick with what I got.

I went into the bathroom and straightened my hair and hair sprayed it to keep it somewhat straight. Then went down into he kitchen to grab the biggest bowl I can find. I went back up to my room and filled it with the fake blood. Although, I was kind of wishing it was real blood.

Whatever.

I pulled on the diamond tiara I'd stolen last year during our Christmas outing and put it on. I never thought there would be an occasion for a stolen diamond tiara, but this was it.

I stepped into the bathtub and then lifted the bowl and dumped it over my head. I squeezed my eyes shut as it soaked the top half of my body and the white dress I'd been wearing. It was kind of uncomfortable but I figured it would dry out fast enough.

I stepped out of the tub and then took a look in the mirror. "Not bad."

I pulled my weapons on and went downstairs to meet with everyone else.

They all stared at me.

"Kira, I said a serial killer costume! Your face is not supposed to be visible," Adrian said, wearing a Scream/ Ghostface costume.

"Some serial killer you picked! You know he lost at the end every movie, right?" I shot back at him.

He was holding an actual knife though.

He shook his head, and the others snickered or laughed at us.

Then Brandon stepped forward, he was wearing a Freddy Krueger costume but instead of a mask, he was covered in face paint and plastic skin. He looked like an actual Freddy Krueger, his knife hand thing looked very sharp, "where's your vest?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'll be fine," now they shared concerned looks. "I cannot wear that vest under the dress! Who cares, what are we even doing?"

"You'll see, let's go," Adrian headed out. "Caleb, Jace go with the idiot, please? Brandon, David, your with me."

I scowled, I was not an idiot.

Caleb, our Jason Voorhees of the night, carried an actual machete.

David was dressed as Leatherface, he even had a real chainsaw. Whether or not it worked, I wasn't sure. I didn't know if a chainsaw was a good idea, it was kind of on the loud side.

Jace was dressed as Michael Myers. He was also carrying a real weapon, a kitchen knife and as we climbed into the car, I asked him, "is that from our kitchen? Cause if it is and we hunt tonight, can you not put it back?"

He laughed at me now, "at least we all have a weapon. Wasn't Carrie's telekinesis? How you going to use telekinesis?"

I paused, thinking that over and then shrugged, "I don't know. I'll figure that out later I guess. I can always use my bare hands."

"No finger prints Adrian said," Caleb pointed out as he started the car.

I rolled my eyes, "I normally don't leave fingerprints. Were not doing a burn down afterwards?" usually we burn a place down if we all hunt at one spot.

Caleb shrugged, "he didn't mention it and since he said no fingerprints, I'm guessing not."

Well, I'll figure it out later.

Telekinesis huh?

How to play that one?

We drove to the edge of town in another somewhat middle-upper class area before we parked in an alley.

We all climbed out and met at Adrian's vehicle, "three blocks over, it's a light blue house, three stories. Trees everywhere in the yard, it's a huge yard with a drive up and a gate. Might be a guard or two, hard to say with it being Halloween. There should be at least seven people there tonight."

I cut him off, "children? Men, woman, be more specific."

Jace rolled his eyes at me, a question I frequently asked.

"No children, the youngest person there should be the youngest daughter, she's seventeen I think. The brother is twenty-two. The rest are in their forties and fifties," Adrian assured me. He knew about my rules. Because once I got going, if you put in a child in front of me, I shuddered at the thought, I'd rip that child apart, no matter the age. Jace met my gaze as my eyes opened, standing across from me and he smiled, he knew what I was thinking. Jace thought my holding back was weak, I punched him in the face the last time he opened his opinionated mouth.

I turned back to Adrian as he gave out more instructions. "David will turn off the power. Caleb will block the cell phone signals for the area, Jace will take the video," he handed a camera recorded to him, "Brandon will be look out until the first half of us have played. We all get one, whoever figures out who the main target is and takes them out gets the last man standing, sound good?"

We all shared looks and I watched.

I liked to watch it happen sometimes.

It was kind of strange this night.

All of us dressed like movie serial killers and were about to go do something just as heinous, sent a sort of holiday excitement threw me.

Each of them let that demon loose in them. I watched as they all took in a deep breath, there heads falling back as they breathed in the night air, a sinister feeling filling it and I took a breath and then opened up that part buried and hidden in my blood.

I started to feel the hum of adrenaline as the urge to fell limbs ripping apart in my hands started to spread throughout my body. My heart was racing and I bounced a little bit as they all rolled their shoulders of cracked their knuckles or shifted anxiously.

"Come on, come on already, let's fucking play," I groaned impatiently. This was too much anticipation. I wanted to be there already. I wanted to be terrifying people and listening to them scream in pain and terror as I tore them all apart.

"Holy fuck," David said bouncing from foot to foot as I pushed past him, unable to wait any longer.

"I have a feeling we all know whose going to win this round," Jace said chuckling as they all followed behind me.

"Avoid the cameras Kira, keep your head down!" Adrian hissed after me as I ran down the alley to the next street.

A few of them went up over the roof tops, I didn't care to see who.

I was too far gone.

All I could see was Red and what I wanted to see was blood, everywhere.

I wanted to smell it in the air. I wanted to feel it washing over my skin like a fucking bloody shower and I wanted to hear those beautiful wretched screams cut off as their hearts stopped. I wanted to watch the light fade from their eyes so close I could watch their soul leave their bodies.

A harsh breath left me and I kept moving, staying in between peoples houses and off the streets so people didn't see me. Not there were many people in this area to begin with, a gated community was close by so you couldn't trick or treat. Probably for the best tonight. A bunch of murderous monsters were about to make this their playground.

I shivered a little bit, but not from the cold.

Then I was there.

I stared up at the house from behind the gate, trees and bushes surrounded me.

I could hear dogs barking and assumed my brothers were closing ranks on the property. I didn't care and I didn't wait.

I was over the metal fence with ease and then walking up the lawn. I saw Adrian in the corner of my eye around the side and then I waited a moment. The power went out and I assumed Caleb had disrupted the signals for the cellphones because all he had to do was a place a device close to he house.

Silence.

There was always this blessed and damning moment of silence before all hell breaks loose, you know?

Its quiet, and peaceful, not a sound or thing moving and sometimes it lasts a minute, others it lasts a couple seconds.

Tonight, it was a couple seconds.

But I felt that silence deep in my bones.

I turned and climbed up a tree until I faced the second story and then threw my body through an open window. I rolled and as I knocked into a table I reached out and caught the vase before it hit the ground. I smirked and then set it back on the table and climbed back up to my feet.

The dress made things kind of awkward. I didn't care.

I could hear some footsteps and I moved for them.

A man was coming around a corner, he must've heard me. Damn.

I pressed against the wall and a huge mother fucker stepped in.

Holy fuck.

This guy was a giant!

"What the-," he caught sight of the 'bloody' smear I'd made on the floor when I'd come in. It'd be real blood in no time.

I smiled and as he crouched down, I rushed forward and slammed his face down into the table.

The vase hit the ground this time as he struck out and I backed out of his reach and then kicked at him.

He was fast!

He caught my leg and twisted me hard.

I hit the ground and then jumped back up as he slammed into me and then I was flying backwards.

I crashed into the window, glass exploded around me and then I was falling.

I landed down onto cement, moaning and coughing at the way my lungs throbbed now.

Fucking hell, that guy was fast and strong.

Who the fuck were these people?

Another cough left me as Adrian appeared above me, grinning darkly. The sounds of more fighting came from somewhere in the house as I spoke hoarsely, "fuckin a, brother. You didn't say these assholes could fight!"

"They can't just fight. The father, whom you just met is a professional boxer. His brother is a body builder and the son is an MMA champion."

Holy fuck.

Fuck. Yes.

"This is gonna be fun," this is the first time we'd ever had any real challenge.

He smiled down at me fondly now, holding out his hand, "Happy Halloween, little sister."

I turned and ran back for the house, Adrian was right behind me though.

I met a woman as she was running for the door. I heard running reach the entrance and then right as they tried to pull open, I kicked it in hard.

They went crashing to the ground. Three women, one older woman, some random one and a mother and the daughter. The father was coming down the steps.

I will never forget the horrified and disbelieving looks on their faces as I stepped through, Ghostface right behind me and Jason Voorhees coming around the corner from the right. It was beautiful.

I smiled at them and the father rushed forward as Adrian took my side, wiggling his fingers around the knife at them, Caleb twirled the machete. Jace, our Michael Myers, wielding a camera appeared on the side of the entrance, holding it up to take in the scene.

I could fighting somewhere else in the house and I laughed when I heard the fucking chainsaw from somewhere to the southside of the house.

"Wh-what do you want? Do you want money, do you want-," one of the older woman gasped as the man, the professional boxer neared and hesitated as he saw all of us.

"Thought you had more balls than that daddy, after all, you threw their baby sister out a two story window," I taunted and then laughed as he paled, "you gave me a boo-boo, daddy!"

"Don't make this weird and perverted," Adrian groaned from beside me.

I laughed again, "it kind of already is," I climbed up onto top of a table and kicked the glass dish and pictures frames off. I lifted one up, inspecting the image, "ah, this is so sweet! It's a whole family package we got tonight, brothers!" my voice sounded off, twisted and cheerful, excited.

The woman looked close to pissing themselves.

"What do you want?!" the man said furiously, voice rising.

As the father stepped closer to his family, Adrian whipped his knife at him and he hit the ground, the blade protruding from his shoulder and I jumped forward and then ripped the knife out and he gripped his bleeding shoulder, I stepped away and knelt down closer to the woman, who huddled closer together.

I leaned forward, whispering deviously, voice drawling, "I just wanna see you bleed."

More horrified sounds.

A door burst open and the other three men came rushing down the staircase and when the first guy saw all of us in the foyer, he froze and the others crashed into him.

I could hear David and his damn chainsaw and he burst out the door and barely caught himself before falling down the stairs with the other men.

They rolled to the ground and I burst out laughing now.

As they all climbed to their feet, they all attacked.

It was hard to keep up.

I didn't care. I only had eyes for the boxer. The asshole who'd thrown me out a window.

He dodged the blade as I lunged for him and then slammed his body into mine, I slid out from under him before he could pin me to the wall.

I rounded and then kicked out. He twisted around and he was suddenly holding a broken vase.

It slammed into me and I stumbled and let out an irritated breath.

This guy was fast for having a stab wound and weighing like two-hundred fucking pounds of muscle. Shouldn't he be slower?

He slammed into me and then threw us to the ground and he was too heavy to get off of me. But I heard it and I forced him to face upwards as the mother and daughter were murdered.

He froze above me and I felt it, I felt it the fucking moment Caleb and Jace killed those two women.

I felt it the second their lives ended and I watched as his heart broke and his soul shattered right before.

I flipped us over, and he didn't fight me as I perched above him.

His eyes were kind of vacant and empty.

I listened as the son screamed in horror as he saw what his father had. I forced the father to watch as the son fell a few away to the left.

"Want to see something epic? Like, horror movie, once in a lifetime, epic?" I whispered into his ear as Brandon slid his blade covered hand down that kids chest and cut it to ribbons. "Would you look at that? Freddy Kruger killed your son, Jason Voorhees killed your daughter, Michael Myers killed the wifey and, oh would you look at that! Leatherface just killed grandma!"

I burst out laughing and then his tear filled furious gaze suddenly lifted to me. I smirked, and before he could move against me, I moved as fast as I could and with as much strength as I could muster, I snapped his neck.

It took more strength than I thought it would to kill him. He was all muscle.

The chainsaw stopped and I fell off of the body and gazed around the room, the only one left alive was the body builder.

I climbed to my feet, breathing hard, gut throbbing and ready for more blood.

Everyone was panting like they'd run a marathon.

I could feel the tension, the buzz in the air. I could smell the staleness of death and hear the metal of blood dripping to the floor. They all had been broken in so many beautiful ways it was like we'd painted a fucking picture.

I leaned against Adrian as he pulled me against him, and I knew he was feeling up and down my back. He was worried about the fall. I wasn't. I couldn't even feel it. If I was hurt, than it had been worth it.

Tonight had been one for the books.

"So, who was the target tonight?" Adrian asked, as we all circled the last remaining person, who was swallowing hard as he faced us.

I leaned my head against my Ghostface and he squeezed me a little bit, pulling me slightly closer.

"The boxer, you kept saying the father," Caleb guessed.

David and Jace nodded their agreement.

"I assumed it was the son, he was the champ," Brandon guessed.

Adrian glanced at me, "any guesses?"

"I don't need to guess. I know who the target was," I stepped forward, kneeling in front of the bodybuilder. He was kind of cute for being overly ripped. "It was you," I whispered to him, though everyone could probably hear me. "You were the target, because you were the most afraid of us, you knew we were coming, and all you wanted to do was hide and run when we came crashing in. You didn't try to fight a single one of us, not even to escape, despite having a small chance like the father and son. Still, you didn't even try because you knew it was futile. Your pissing your pants terrified but you just want it to be over."

I stood back up, speaking over my shoulder, "but why is he the target?"

"He put a bug on me, it wasn't him, he doesn't have the brains enough. He goes to the same gym that I went to, to meet the Trembley brothers. He 'bumped' into me, on my way out. The police didn't send you, neither DEA or the FBI, so, who told you to bug me?" Adrian's voice was like ice. "You knew we were not people to mess with. Why, were you stupid enough to come at us?"

"She made me, she blackmailed me," he gasped out and then a gunshot ripped through the air. Blood exploded all over my face.

I didn't hesitate, "Kira, No!"

I shot through that door and lifted the dress off, just wearing my tank top and gear as I chased after her.

"Kira, fuck, stop!" Adrian's voice was all I could hear behind me.

I didn't care.

Someone had threatened me and mine.

I followed her for what felt likes ages.

She was skilled and she was really fast.

The second we got to a commercial street, she was suddenly up on the rooves, jumping from one to the next.

I climbed up at a ladder and fell behind a little bit but I could still see her.

I followed her what felt like fifteen blocks. It probably was.

She reached the docs and then she dropped down out of sight and as I hit the ledge of the building over the water, I frowned, perching on the edge. We were right over the water, she should've landed in the water.

What the hell?

"I'm behind you, idiot."

"Fuck me," I groaned, head falling back a little.

Bang!

Something slammed into the back of my head and I went down. Everything went dark before I hit the water.

-xxxxx-

It's the feeling I get, and I'm startin' to sweat,
It's the feeling I get, you ain't lived if you've got no regrets,

I'm made of bad, bad, bad, bad blood, at least I know where I come from,
And you could never hurt me none, 'cause it's in my veins, that's where it runs,

-xxxxx-

When I came too, my head kind of hurt.

I blinked, and the snapped awake as I gazed around.

I was in some kind of basement.

It was pitch dark aside from a small light right next to me.

A girl stood on the other side of the light.

She had red hair and dark blue eyes, moonlight skin and a mischievous smile.

It faded though, as we stared at one another.

What the fuck?

We were so similar it was eerie.

She tilted her head at me and I realized I'd just done the same in my confusion.

What in the fuck?

"Who are you?" she asked now.

I couldn't answer, she'd gagged me.

"Oh right," she stepped forward and pulled the gag out and stepped back a moment. She knelt down though, so that we were face to face.

We were practically mirror images of one another. I could sense it out so well.

"Who are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I taunted grinning deviously.

"You're not like me," she mused, eyes narrowed, "but you are, in a lot of ways. You look just like me."

She blinked now, shrugging and then stood back up. "Add this to the list of fucked things I've done, killing my clone," she raised a gun.

"Wait, wait, dude, come on, don't kill me!" I blurted out in a panic because I knew she had no qualms pulling that trigger on me.

She narrowed her eyes again, "Why not? Your 'brother' is hunting me."

"What? You made some random plant a bug on him! Do you not know anything about us? Fucking right he would try and find you!"

She contemplated that, "and he'll keep looking, but you guys tied up my loose end for me. I was on my way to kill Pete myself, thanks for that."

I shook my head, "Adrian and the others will hunt you to the end of the earth if you touch me, and they wont just kill you. They will everyone in your life first. I don't just mean, the people you love, I mean, every single person you have ever met or spoken a word to will be slaughtered horribly to find me, even if they know I'm dead. You know what that kind of loyalty is like, you have people just like them, I know you do, I can smell it on you."

She sneered at me, "yeah? You can smell it on me? What can you smell on me, freak?!"

I leaned back, relaxing now, "family. I can smell family on you. You can kill me, but Adrian and the others aren't reckless like I am, they're smarter, they are stronger and more experienced. If I can follow you as easily as I did, imagine what my other brothers can do? They will blow this world apart and they don't give a flying fuck about people seeing who and what they are. In fact, they're probably ripping up San Francisco now, looking for me."

She let out an irritated breath, "you assholes killed one of our friends!"

"Who?" I shot back.

"Grant West. He was a friend of ours."

I snorted now, "you don't have any fucking friends. He was a friend of someone you love, so you went out of your way to seek vengeance."

She rolled her eyes now, "your kind of annoying!"

"Your annoying!" okay, that was kind of immature.

"Grant West," I rolled the name threw my head, thinking, "ahh, I know who you mean now. Granny," she raised her eyebrows at me, "you realize that dude is a serial killer right?"

She gave me a very pointed look, "you idiots dressed as serial killers on Halloween to kill other people and your judging him?"

"He kills old ladies, helpless old ladies, we nicknamed him Granny, he did not like that," she grinned in amusement a little bit.

"Who are you?" I asked her after a moment of thoughtful silence of us just staring at one another.

She debated telling me a moment and than shrugged, "Mara Petrelli. You?"

"Kira Elliot."

She stepped around me and then keyed the cuffs, releasing me.

I pulled my arms forward and rubbed my wrists as we faced each other.

"This is so strange," I mused.

She nodded slowly in agreement.

"So you guys run San Francisco?" she asked crossing her arms and running a hand through her hair.

I do that too.

Interesting.

"Yeah, where you housed?"

"L.A," more silence.

We stared at one another, "we should parent trap everyone!" I blurted out grinning.

She smirked and then laughed but shook her head, "no, the Pack would know instantly that you weren't their alpha."

"The Pack? Alpha? You're their leader, how did you manage that?" I asked in disbelief. How come she gets to be the leader?

She smirked darkly now, "because I made them. They wouldn't be even close to what they are or even where they are, without me."

"Oh. I didn't make us," my eyebrows furrowed now.

"How were you made?"

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. If anyone not like us would get it, it would probably be my doppelganger.

"I don't know, there this dark part of each of us, this evil part in each of us that we can open up and it lets out this murder hungry monster. Like a demon, but it merges with us, makes us twice as powerful and each time, we get stronger. What about you? What are you guys?"

"Were a Pack," she said as if it were obvious, then elaborated. "When they each met their alpha, they woke up the wolf inside I guess. The animalistic, territorial, power hungry beast inside. We have a switch too, but it just makes our link more reachable and only for a short period of time, we can do incredible things when were in that state though."

"That sounds so similar."

"Well, were hardcore about family. Like, to the extreme."

"Oh, we become familial when we take our first kill, excepting what we are, but were all about the kill, a little more than we are about family."

"So there balance in each side is different," she spoke out loud. "This is all so strange."

I nodded my agreement.

"I wonder who would win a fight between us," I wondered aloud.

She narrowed her eyes on me, "don't even think about it."

I was. I really, really, was.

"Don't Kira. Your younger than I am and your too blood thirsty right now, you would never win against me."

So tempting.

I grimaced because I had a feeling she was right.

"What do we do about this?" I asked instead, trying to distract myself.

She narrowed her eyes on me a moment, scrutinizing me. "Nothing. Go home. Say you lost me in a crowd somewhere without cameras. Problem solved."

I guess.

"You trust me not to tell them about you?" I asked her now.

She laughed darkly, "honey, if you and yours come at me and mine; were gonna start world war three up in this bitch, are you ready for that?"

I knew she wasn't exaggerating. Hers were as fierce and as dangerous as mine.

But.

"I like killing. So do they. Were not afraid."

"Neither are we," she was lying.

"You would be," I realized. "If we came at you and you met us head on and saw what we were, yours would be afraid but we wouldn't be because we enjoy killing and you would be the perfect fight. You'd be afraid of losing one another. That bond you all share, if you lose one piece, you all fall apart."

She glared at me. "And if they lose you, they fall apart. We would make sure at least you die, Kira. Stop playing games and go home to your brothers."

I went to the door and glanced back.

She was watching me with a veiled look in her eyes, "will I ever see you again?"

She was so fascinating. We were so similar and yet so different.

She gave me a sad smile, "no way to know. Go, before your homicidal family makes it this far."

I walked out with a look back.

I met the others as they were searching the area.

"Fucking hell, Kira, where were you!" Brandon snapped, pulling me into his arms as we met in an alley with the parked cars.

He lifted his radio, "she's back, were at the cars. We gotta bail, let's go."

He set it back down and looked at me for answers.

I shrugged, "I followed some girl for a while but I lost her in a crowd, than I got a cramp and had to walk back the rest of the way."

He gazed at me a moment.

Could he tell I was lying?

He relaxed, "you didn't even take your phone. Next time you do something stupid like that, take someone or something with you?"

"What? I had my telekinesis," he stared at me incredulously and I burst out laughing at his expression.

-xxxxx-

Did you ever think I'd pull it off, were you convinced that it was all just talk?
I can't stop and I won't get caught, I won't, I won't, I won't,

You do things in the honest way, they put your picture on the wall of shame,
The more you care the more they make you pay, but I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't,

-xxxxx-

A few hours later, we were all drinking and eating a bunch of take out at Adrian's.

He'd spend a couple hours going through all of the footage and clipping it together and around four in the morning we all sat down to watch the video he made.

It wasn't half bad.

It started off with someone else's body cam watching as a few of us appeared around the house.

We all laughed seeing the costumes.

There was eerie low music in the background.

The lights in the house went out and then you could see the footage from my cam of me climbing a tree and going in. Me catching the stupid vase. It cut to a scene in another room where you could hear a chainsaw start up and the footage of Jason in the reflection as three woman talked.

It went on like that, cutting to different views of all of the action. Even when I went through the damn window.

Then at the end, you could see me shoot out the door after someone after the body builder was executed by a long range weapon from a distance.

As it cut back, the guys were lighting the house on fire and Ghostface flicked a burning match.

We all laughed and joked and watched it a few more times, cheering and fucking with one another over stupid parts.

We were so fucked up.

I smiled at my family, taking a sip of my beer as Adrian climbed to his feet and kissed my forehead as he went to bed.

Everyone had trickled out over the last hour, everyone drunk and full on bloodshed, death and Chinese foot and pizza.

Caleb was asleep on the couch across from me and David had passed out on the floor.

Sighing, I looked at the television screen, it was paused at the scene when they'd killed the mother and daughter. The guys had been making jokes about killing hot chicks.

Another faint smile as I climbed to my feet and went to the DVD player, pulling it out. I went downstairs to the computer room and started going back through everything Adrian had done. He appeared to have saved everything on the DVD. Good. I figured he would, can't leave any sort of trail, even keeping the DVD was a bad idea. I know he planned to keep it, they'd all wanted to, because even I was had to identify under all of the fake blood.

Unfortunately, I could risk them seeing it.

None of them seemed to have noticed it.

I loaded up the image and paused it, clicking from each millisecond to the next to get to the image.

There she was. Mara Petrelli.

You could just briefly see her in the background but it would be enough to track her down. You could barely even see her. Adrian probably hadn't even realized he'd missed it.

I didn't want to delete this because this was kind of incredible. Our very own homemade horror movie.

Sighing, I cleaned out the disc and then snapped it in half, went into the back yard and tossed around the fence and into the storm drain.

They would be disappointed, but we could make another one.

This was probably for the best. Definitely the safest.

I genuinely didn't think we would survive the fight against them and I didn't want to risk any of us dying, let alone myself.

So for now, until the day we might be ready, they could know about my encounter with Mara Petrelli and learning about L.A's Pack.

But maybe someday.

It would be a fucking bloodbath.

I smiled.

-xxxxx-

If you're gonna light my fire, baby don't stand so close,
Karma gonna come and find you, I know, I know, I know,
If you wanna take it higher, better be down to fall,
Don't think it won't hurt ya, at all,