Grace P.O.V
"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asks Parrish as he looks over the deputy's hands.
"It's the hair and nails? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia states.
"Well they should be gone" Derek replies from next to me as I stand between him and Scott.
"I was set on fire. All of me should be gone" Parrish exclaims.
"Not if you're like us" Scott says from my other side.
"Like you?"
"I don't think he's like us" Derek tells my brother
"Then what is he?" I ask speaking up for the first time since we got here.
"I'm sorry but I have no idea"
"But you knew about Jackson and Kira" Scott says to the older wolf.
"This is a little out of my experience. I thought the Phoenix was a myth 'til Grace" Derek says, shooting me a glance and causing the young deputy to give me a confused look. "There might be something in the Bestiary. Did you try Argent?"
"I don't know where he is"
"Hold on what's a Bestiary? Actually that's not even my first question. Just tell me one thing? Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all Psychic?" Parrish asks and I let out a burst of laughter, earning a glare from the 'Psychic' herself.
"Psychic?" Derek asks amused.
"Yeah" Parrish confirms.
"Not exactly" Scott replies as I try to hold in my laughter.
"Okay? Then what are you?" he asks looking between Scott, Derek and I.
Scott turns to Derek and gives him a 'Should we tell him' look. Only to get a 'Might as well' head tilt from the ex Alpha. Scott then looks to me but I just glare at him and slap the back of his head and jab my finger to Parrish. Scott turns to Parrish and flashes his red Alpha eyes at the new unknown supernatural creature.
Time Skip
We go through the whole 'Beacon Hills Supernatural History' with Parrish and by the end Parrish is sitting on Derek's couch asking 'what's a Kanima?'
"We'll get back to that, Just know that everyone like us, Everyone with some kind of Supernatural ability... Is on the Deadpool"
"But I don't even know what I am"
"I'm pretty sure they don't care" Derek Informs him.
"How many professional assassins are we talking about?"
"We're starting to lose count" Lydia says standing next to me.
"But is it still just professional?" I ask
"I don't think Haigh has ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance"
"Yeah Haigh might be a major douche, But I can't see him being an assassin"
"Garrett and Violet?" Lydia says turning to me.
"I hated Garrett from day one and I'm Pretty sure Violet deserved a one way ticket to Eichen"
"That means anyone with a deadpool can take a chance"
"But if Haigh had it then who else does? How easy is it to get this thing now?" Parrish asks.
I look to my brother to see him looking at Derek with realization. I turn to Lydia to see she's already looking at me, wide eyed.
"Shit" I gasp out causing everyone to look at me. "We're so screwed" I say and walk over to Derek's bed and lie down on my back looking up at the ceiling, letting out a yawn, my eyes start to droop as I listen to the others talking. I feel the bed shift as another person sits on it and I open my eyes slightly to see the strawberry blond locks of Lydia Martin...
"How did your grandmother know her?" Know who?
"She didn't, she found her. Because of another woman named Maddy. The woman she loved" Lydia gets off the bed and I sigh in defeat. Story time. Reluctantly I Sit up and watch as Lydia hands a picture to my Brother. "I never met her, but I saw her name everywhere. She used to be part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies in the lake house from all the Regatta's she won" Lydia says whilst walking around the room.
"How did she die?" Parrish asks from the opposite side of the room.
"How's not the story It's what happened right before. My grandmother Lorraine used to work in san Francisco for a IBM. She was there on a weekend, catching up on work. She started hearing this sound, like rain but when she looked out the windows all she saw was blue sky" Lydia says and walks to the window and looks out of it lost in a trance.
"But she kept hearing the rain" Scott inputs
"And it just kept getting Louder. Rain, thunder, cracking. Like gun shots in her head. So loud, she finally just screamed"
"Like a banshee" Derek clarifies.
"She called Maddy, who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake. But Maddy said that the sun was shining there too. So Lorraine didn't say anything"
"There was an accident" Parrish says in realisation.
"It took them 4 days to find Maddy's body. And then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with Parapsychologists a PHD in their name made it more Scientific, they built the study in the lake house According to every pseudoscientific theory they could find. None of it worked. Then she started getting into more extreme occult. Things like mediums and Psychics. All of them were failures. Until Meredith, they found her at Eichen House. This fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study and they almost killed he. She was hospitalised for over a year. She... never really recovered"
"Your grandmother drove her insane" I say looking up at her from my spot on the bed.
"And I drove her to suicide. And all she ever wanted to do is help" she says and leads us to one of Derek's tables. And pulls out a piece of paper from her bag. "My grandmother created the code of the dead pool. They think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place. She left me this message in the same code"
"But she didn't leave a cipher key did she" Scott asks and Lydia shakes her head.
"Then how the hell are we supposed to find the key to a list created by a dying woman, who was pretty much crazy?" I ask and look to Lydia and give her a sheepish smile "Sorry"
"Stiles and I are gonna work on finding the key tomorrow" She says and turns to me "Did you talk to Deaton?"
"Yeah but we didn't really get far yesterday, I tried and find out what's going to happen to me, what's happening to me. But he hasn't told me much. Just the basics. Glowing Eyes, I have them under control after working on it yesterday I can now flash my eyes whenever I want. Talons. Not yet though slightly terrified. Big ass flaming wings. Oh god please no" I say and see Derek smirk out of the corner of my eye "Heightened Senses. Check. I can control them now too. Although I only get super eye sight and Hearing. Ability to produce and Control my Phoenix fire. Oh and I'm faster, not as fast as a werewolf but still fast. Deaton also said something about me having the ability to Heal like the wolves and also heal others. Though it requires a lot of energy to heal" I rant and stop to take a deep, much needed breath. I go to speak again but my brother cuts me off.
"He also talked weaknesses. Iron and a plant known as 'Jade Vine'"
"Did you ask Stilinski about your parents accident report?" Derek asks, turning to me.
"Stiles and Lydia did" I say letting out another yawn and turn to the Banshee.
"That's the thing, when we went to check the file, it was empty"
"Empty? How the hell can it be empty?" I ask her agitated. "In fact why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I was trying to protect you Gracie, The file was there but the contents weren't. It was just a file"
Leaning forward and resting my hands on the table I look deep into Lydia eyes and basically growl "I don't need you to protect me Lydia. I need for people to tell me the things I need to know, especially if they are about me" I argue, ignoring the feeling of pain travelling from my back to my arms and ending at my hands. I look at the four people around me "So? Is there anything else you're keeping from me?"
"Gracie?" Scott asks gently holding his hands up in surrender "I need you to calm down and remove your hands from the table" he says looking from my eyes to my hands.
Looking down at my hands, my eyes widen at the fact that they are encased in bright orange flames, lifting my hands of the table. I turn my hands over so my palms are facing m, bending my fingers slightly the flames begin to leave the back of my hands and move to the centre of my hand and raise into a very active fire.
"Does it hurt?" I here Derek ask me. Looking up at him I shake my head slightly.
"No, not at all, it's like a tingle. But it's calming"
"Can you turn it off? Like Deaton taught you" Scott asks, staring at the flame in amazement.
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to force the flames back into my body. Opening them again, with the feeling of a calming warmth behind my eyes that tells me they're glowing I look down and watch as the flames die out leaving my hands slightly black, and a slight glowing light travels up my arms under the skin and back over to my shoulder blades. Once the flames settle in place in my back I hiss in pain, collapsing into the table catching myself with my hands back in place.
"Are you okay?" Scott's voice asks from beside me and I now realise that he had also caught me from falling.
"Yeah, I'm Okay" I answer him staring down at the table. I look to where my hands once were and immediately feel guilty as there is now two very distinguishable burned hand prints imbedded into the wood of the table top. Looking up to Derek I and attempt to form a innocent smile on my face "Sorry Der"
"It's fine, you're getting better, stronger"
"Dangerous" I correct.
"No not Dangerous, Argent said from what he's heard a Phoenix can't kill. It's against your nature. You represent Life, not Death. Remember?" Scott asks me and honestly no I don't.
"Hold on, she can control fire. Is it possible I could be like her?" Parrish asks pointing his thumb at me.
"No, unless you got no boys down there, and are apparently part of my rapidly dropping family line"
"We'll figure this all out later for now let's go home and get some sleep" Scott shooting me a glance as I let out a very loud yawn with a tiny squeak in it.
"He's right we'll talk about this later, Bye Grace" Lydia says, pulling me into a hug and spinning on her heel and walking out of the loft with the young deputy trailing behind her.
"Bye" I yell after them.
Turning to talk to Scott. I'm surprised and slightly agitated to see that he is no longer there and is now at the other side of the room at Derek's bed, walking over to him. I surprised to see what's in his hand.
"Careful with that" Derek's voice comes from behind me making me jump slightly, Damn these werewolves and there sneakiness.
"Thought you didn't like guns?" Scott asks but it's not really a question. "Does this have something to do with your eyes?" He asks after giving the gun back.
"My eyes, my strength, the healing. All of it."
"Gone?" I ask looking at him with tears in my eyes.
"Whatever Kate did to me it's still happening" Derek replies and puts the gun back on his bed.
"If the deadpool really was made by a banshee then there is something else you should know about." My brother says then pauses then continues "Your name broke the third list. It was a cipher key"
"And the other two keys were Allison and Aiden"
"And I don't want to make you nervous but it kind of feels like there might be a pattern there doesn't it. Allison, Aiden... you"
"Names picked by a Banshee"
"It could mean you're in danger" Scott says obviously not wanting to say what it really means.
"Scott, Banshees don't predict danger..."
"They predict Death" I say sleepily whilst slightly swaying.
Time skip
The next morning, I wake up the constant beeping of my alarm clock. sighing I sit up and peer around my room, my gaze land upon an old photograph of a four people, slowly getting up off the bed, I walk over to where the Photograph hangs on the wall by a piece of string and some plain white picture pegs. Plucking the picture of the wall I stare at the image of a handsome, Brown haired, blue eyed man sitting on a picnic blanket whilst smiling down at a beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed young woman that I can barely remember, sitting in the lap of the woman is a barely 2 year old little girl. Smiling at the camera with no front teeth. Next to the little girl, sitting in the man's lap is brown haired, brown eyed boy with a very noticeable uneven jaw line.
Turning the picture over I read the words in the handwriting of Melissa McCall
DANIEL, CLAIRE
SCOTT, GRACE
SCOTT'S 4TH BIRTHDAY ~ BEACON HILLS PARK
"Grace?" My brother's voice calls out and I spin around on my heels to find that he is standing right behind me.
"Ummm... sorry, what?" I ask clearing my throat
Scott brings his hand up and wipes his thumb across my cheek, clearing it of the tears I let slip out unnoticed "I asked if you where alright... why are you crying?"
"It's nothing, I should um... I should be getting ready for school" I say and turn back around to clip the photo back onto the wall. Then brush past my brother to collect me things to shower.
"They'd be proud of you, I'm proud of you"
"I hardly remember them"
"Me either" Scott says turning to look at the picture with a sigh.
"I wanna know what happened Scott"
"Me too Gracie, me too." He says and turns back to me. "Get ready Gracie, we've got school"
Sighing I in acceptance and head towards the bathroom. I quickly shower and get ready, drying my hair; I leave it in its natural wavy shape and leave it down. Back in my room I search through my clothes and come up with the simple white, sleeveless, high neck crop sweater. Plain black Jeans. Brown leather belted tall boots. And a dark blue floral print chiffon cardigan.
"Gracie, come on let's go!" Scott yells from downstairs
"Coming!" I shout back whilst grabbing my homework for various classes and running out of my room and down the stairs where my brother awaits with a spare Helmet, my back pack and an Apple in his hand. "Thanks" I say taking the backpack I shove my homework carelessly inside and slipping the bag onto my back harshly, wincing at the pain it caused with the hard contact.
"Breakfast, most important meal of the day" he says handing me the dark red fruit with a sad knowing smile.
"This is an Apple! What happened to Cereal or pancakes! Waffles?" I say slipping the Apple into a side pocket on the backpack
"Its 8:40 Gracie, we don't have time" He says leading me out of the door, locking it behind us.
"What? I could have sworn I put my alarm on for 6:30"
"I changed it last night" Scott tells me as we walk to his bike.
"What? Why?"
"Because you needed the sleep. I could practically feel you passing out yesterday at Derek's"
"Why are you the best?"
"I'm not"
"You are to me" I say and take the spare Helmet from his hands, after he has started the bike I climb on after him and slip the Helmet on. Wrapping my arms around him and we tale off the high school.
As Scott turns into the School parking lot I glance around to see if there is anyone I now around. The only person I see is Mason who must have stepped off the bus moments ago. My brother pulls the Bike into a parking spot close to the busses and I unwrap my 'death grip' from him and slide of the back of the bike and step to the side. Pulling off the helmet I jump slightly when I look to my right and see Mason standing next to me, giving me a very bright smile.
"What?" I ask confused.
"Are you going to the bonfire tonight?"
"I don't know. Am I going to the bonfire tonight?" I ask my brother who is watching us closely.
Getting of the bike Scott looks at me, then Mason, then me again. "I have to go, and I don't want you at home by yourself"
"So that's a yes?" Mason asks my brother.
"No drinking" Scott answers him with a small glare.
"I will watch her like a hawk" Mason says giving my brother his usual bright smile.
"Anything happens, I'm blaming you" Scott says, wiping the blazing smile from my guy best friend's face.
"Duly noted, sir" Mason replies with a small smirk.
"I'll see you later" Scott says to me and walks to the building.
Turning to Mason I give him a eye roll and a smile before sliding my arm through his "Come Mr Hewitt, we have lockers to visit"
"And a young teenage boy to find?"
"Zip it" I hiss to him and drag him to the building.
After placing my things in my locker, I pull out the required text books for my lessons and turn to the Smirking boy beside me.
"What?"
"When are you and Liam making it official?"
"Mason" I whine, turning back to my locker trying to hide my brightening face
"Hey I just want my two best friends to be together. I mean the way you too look at each other" He says looking off into the distant with a loud satisfied sigh. "It's like you were made for each other... practically like Soul mates"
"What did you just say?"
"humm? Oh, Soul mates. You two are always happier when the other is around. It's like you're never truly happy until you've seen each other almost like you... what?" Mason asks me obviously noticing my wide eyed state.
"Nothing it's um...Liam?" I ask as my eyes away from Mason and to my brothers' young beta that seems to be looking around at every one, in a skittish manner. Turning away from me, Mason walks over to Liam, giving him a small fight. Sighing I pull the Apple out of my back pack pocket then slam my locker shut and walk over to the two boys whilst munching on the delicious fruit.
"Liam! Hey, am I going to see you at the bonfire tonight?" Mason asks him as I stop next to them
"Uhm. I 'm thinking about skipping it"
"You're not skipping it"
"Why not"
"Because you're on the Lacrosse Team, don't you have to go?" Mason asks.
"I do... uh" He says and looks off down the hall. And with my new senses I can clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat rising. "I don't think I can make it"
After sending me a sly smile Mason focuses' on Liam once more "You're coming and we're going to find you a nice girl that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a Lacrosse play because statistically speaking someone on your team has got to be on my team, alright? Hey! We can even find you a guy Grace. It's no secret that you're hot and every straight guy wants you" Mason rant and Liam sends him a little glare that does not go unnoticed by either of us.
"Liam?" I ask when he doesn't answer Mason.
"Yeah, okay. I'll be there" Liam says and walks off in a hurry, oddly enough I can feel the anxiety rolling off of him. This should not be able to happen. I shouldn't be able to sense his emotion. Because I know that's its only his I can feel and no one else's.
"Well that was odd, even for him" Mason says pulling me from my thoughts and I shoot him a glare. "What?" He asks me with a innocent smile.
"Oh I don't know let me think, 'We're going to find you a nice girl... It's no secret that you're hot and every straight guy wants you' Mason what the hell was that?"
"Look You like Liam, Liam likes you. Just get together already. What's stopping you?"
Giving a slightly pained look I grab Masons arm and drag him into the nearest room, the coaches office, which is thankfully empty. Throwing my apple core into the bin I turn to my gay best friend with a sigh.
"What? What is it?"
"Remember last week when Liam and I ditched?"
"Yeah so, you ditched one day, so what?"
"That's not it, we got to talking about when he kissed me at the scrimmage and he said something and I'm not entirely sure he remembers it"
"What did he say?"
"He told me he loves me" I say and Mason freezes up in shock. A few seconds later he regains composure and looks at me warily.
"Oh God Grace. You didn't say it back did you?" he gasps out
"What?"
"I love you. Did you say you loved him too?" He asks moving forward, grabbing my arms and shaking me lightly.
"No, no I didn't say it... I didn't say it" I gasp in realisation.
"YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT, MCCALL!"
"Oh god Mason what do I do?"
"SAY IT BACK!" he yells to me.
"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!" I shout with tears forming in my eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" The angry voice of coach rings through the air as the coach makes an appearance at the door that connects to the boys' locker room. "Biscuit? Why are you crying?" Coach ask his voice immediately softening as he sees the tears falling down my face. Turning to Mason he shouts as he pulls me into a hug and I cry into his shoulder "You! What did you do, you know what I don't care! Get to class!"
"I'm Sorry Grace" I here Mason whisper as he leaves the office.
The Coach pushes me away from him as we stand at the door to the locker room. "You okay sweetie?" He asks looking at me.
"I'm a bad person"
"No, no. You're not a bad person. You're good, you're a good person, Greenburg now he's a bad person" coach says making me laugh. Oh Greenburg. "Now why don't you tell Coach what's wrong?"
"Do you really want to have a conversation about Emotions with a teenage girl?" I ask with a chuckle.
"Ugggh" he says with disgust then suddenly all the emotion from his face wash away and he looks out into the Locker room. Following his gaze I freeze at all the wide, curious eyes on us as, I now realize the whole team are sitting and heard/ saw my little Emotional breakdown. "McCall! Sort this train wreck out will you" He says gently pushing me to my brother who catches me in his arms and pulls me to him.
"You okay?" he whispers down to me, although everyone can here because no one is talking, they're all just staring at us.
"Yeah" I say weakly and he kisses my forehead.
"That's my girl"
"Alright!" Coach shouts knocking us from our little sibling moment and I turn around in my brothers' arms and he leans his head on top of mine as we listen to Coach "now I know that the start of the season bonfire, it's a big deal for you guys, I also know it gets out of hand sometimes. The alumni show up, there's other teams, and Alcohol. Lots and lots of Alcohol" he announces and the roar in excitement.
I feel Scott's head shift onto of mine slightly and I follow his gaze to where Liam is sitting with his head bowed. "SHUT UP!" Coach yells and the roars immediately die. "Now what I don't understand, is why anybody would want to get stumbling down drunk in front of a massive open... Fire! But I'm also resigned to not being able to stop you guys" Once again the team applause. "I'll also remind you, your team captain, McCall will be there and I can count on him to nark of any and every one of these little Bastards" Coach warns then turns his attention on me "Biscuit, are you going tonight?"
"Yes Coach" I answer sniffing and nervously glance around at all the eyes on me
"Are you drinking?" he asks giving me a daring glare.
"No Coach" I say smiling slightly
"Atta Girl, Biscuit, will be my eyes and ears tonight. Get back to class" he demands and everyone disperses. Scott releases hold of me but grabs my wrist and drags me away with him.
"Where are we going?" I ask wiping my face dry with my hand.
"Just, come on" he says and drags me through the hallways of the school until we get to a set of stairs with the young werewolf beta sitting on them playing with his Lacrosse stick Scott and I walk over to him and sit slightly behind him. "Hey, you okay?" he asks Liam. "Hey?"
"Last night, my printer went off by its self. I couldn't turn it off. Hit the cancel button and it just kept printing"
"Printing what?" I ask ad Liam reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper, and hands it to my brother. Unfolding it, we both look at the page with wide eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Coach yells out and we get up and rush over to the room he's in.
Stopping at the door we watch as the Coach stands over a printer continuously prints out page after page of what it most defiantly the Deadpool. Picking up a sheet from the littered floor we move off to the side where the Coach can't see us.
"See the difference?" Liam asks us.
"Derek's not on the list anymore"
"And I'm not worth 3 million. Its 18 now. 18 million dollars"
Time skip
I stand at the side and watch as the bonfire is lit, the heat from the flames sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. Closing my eyes I bask in the warmth of the light, reopening my eyes, I feel the now familiar feeling of my eyes glowing their mixture of Orange, Yellow and Red, looking around I search for anyone in the pack.
Successfully location Malia dancing around I begin to make my way over to her but I'm suddenly knocked down onto the ground. A small growl escapes my lips that tells me I have been spending way too much time with werewolf. I look up at the walking bulldozer and immediately wish I never came over her.
"Oh crap, Grace! Here sorry. Let me help you-"
"I'm fine I don't need your help" I say getting up off the ground and shooting a glare at Mason.
"Grace! You okay?" Liam asks rushing over to me.
"Yeah Li, I'm perfectly fine" I reassure him whist brushing the dirt of my black leather shorts and Red lace Camisole crop top.
"Oh um... You've got a..." He stutters and reaches over to the side of my head and pulls a leaf out of it.
"Thanks" I whisper to him and he gives me a shy smile.
"Do you want a drink?" Liam asks I can practically feel the glare Coach gave me this morning still happening.
"I'm good thanks"
"Are you not cold?" Mason asks me.
"I don't get cold" I say not making any eye contact.
"Okay what the hell is wrong with you two?" Liam asks looking between us. "What did you say that made her start crying this morning?" He asks Mason and my eyes widen as I know that Mason will tell him the truth. I would too, just not like Mason would.
"I asked her why she didn't say she loved you when you told her you loved her last week"
"Who told you that?" Liam asks his attention fully on his best friend.
"Grace did" Mason says looking between Liam and I.
"Well did she tell you that a few second after I said it she collapsed in pain and blacked out?"
"Liam!" I warn grabbing his hand a squeezing it.
"No" Liam shrugs me off and looks at Mason Slightly pissed. A pang of pain unlike the one in my pack shoots through my chest, when Liam shrugs me off of him. "Did she?"
"No, because I started to yell at her, which mad her cry" Mason admits. "I'm sorry Grace, I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's just... do you know what it's like to see two people who are perfect for each other, walk around and not act on their feeling
"Yeah, I do actually" I say and they look at me confused.
"Who?" Liam asks.
"Stiles and Lydia" I admit sheepishly
"Stydia" Mason nods in approval and I let out a chuckle. "That's my next mission after Griam that is"
"Griam?" Liam asks.
"Grace and Liam... Griam" He says like it a title to the world's greatest movie. "You're gonna be bigger than ummm..."
"Scallison?" I ask and Liam gives us a confused look then the realisation hits.
"Scott and Allison"
"On second thought Liam, I'll take that drink" I say and take the bottle, wrapped in the paper bag from him and take a swig.
"So are you two gonna talk about the whole I love you thing or am I just gonna have to do It for you?"
"Mason..."
"Okay, okay, I get it, fine"
"All I know is that Grace is it for me"
"Okay, Liam. We're all still young, things change"
"Nop, not this. Not us... It's like. It's like she's my mate or something. Yeah Mate. That, that seems right" Liam mumbles although it's clear what he just said. Mate. I'm brought out of my thoughts as Liam suddenly stumbles and almost falls flat on the ground.
A couple of seconds later, Scott appears with Malia, holding most of her weight as he sits her down at the table, Mason, Liam And I are at. Handing Malia A bottle of water, Scott turns to Liam and I.
"How much has he had to drink?" Scott asks Mason
"Not enough to get him like this" Mason replies.
"Grace?" Scott asks me.]
"I'm fine. I feel perfectly normal"
"Something's happening we need to get them out of here" Scott tells us after looking around. "I think were gonna, have to um..."
"How much did you drink?"
"Nothing, not even a sip" Scott say and leans forward on the table, squinting.
"Scott? Scott? Look at me, look at me" I say pulling his head over to look at me, but his gaze focuses' on something behind me.
"It's not the drinks, it's the music" Getting up Scott Sways slightly "I have to, I have to turn off the music, don't let them out of your sight" He tells Mason and I then stumbles his way over to the DJ.
A few moments later, a couple security guards walk over and start pulling Liam and Malia away. Turning slightly I look to where Scott is and see him getting dragged away by two other guards.
"Hey! What are you doing these are my friends" Mason tells the big guy.
"Your friends are overly intoxicated they need to be escorted out" The guy tells Mason. Realisation sets in on me as the guy turns to me. "This one too" he growls out grabbing my arm
"Hey, she's fine, she hasn't drunk anything" Mason argues but the guy pushes him to the floor and drags me away with Liam and Malia, into the school.
They drop Liam and Malia off side by side at the locker as the big guy holds onto my arm. The two other security guards walk in dragging a still conscious Scott and drop him on the floor. Handing me to another guard, the big guy picks up a red jug and walks to my brother.
"What is that? What are you doing?" my Brother asks.
"It's Gasoline, Haigh says we've gotta burn you" big guy says with a smirks Scott looks at the unconscious Liam and Malia, then to me and then back to the Pyromaniac in the making. Who steps forward and begins to pour the Gasoline over Scott, then Liam and Malia and finally me.
"NO!" Scott shouts as the Guy holds a lit lighter next to my face.
"Oh don't worry, too many people around to hear her scream "Big guy says and puts his hand on the side of my head and pushes me into the lockers. Resulting I'm me blacking out. Damn I do a lot of blacking out these days.
Scott P.O.V.
I watch as my little sisters body slumps to the ground and the guy walks over to her and crouches down next to her and brings the lighter to her blonde hair and sets it alight.
"GRACE!" I scream out, tears spilling down my face as I watch the flames consume the girl I've known since the day she arrived in this world. The girl that I failed.
"Man that is hot" the guy says now crouching in front of me as he waves the lighter in front of my face, and I give him a glare that I wish would kill him. Suddenly the music from outside stops and the guy in front of me looks to the door. Taking the advantage of my strength slowly returning and him being distracted, I grab his hand and close the lighter lid on the active flame and crush the bones in his hand.
Braeden appears beside me and knocks the guy off of me, then attacks the other three guys with the help of Derek. Hearing movement behind me I look to see Liam and Malia now awake. Turning back to the fighting I watch as one by one the 'security' guys unconscious. Braeden walks up to the main guy who began to get up and knocks him out, scrambling to my feet I stumble my way over to the burning body Derek is staring at.
"Scott? Who is that?" Malia asks
"Grace" I choke out and jump in surprise as Liam lets out a painful, heartbroken roar that shakes the lockers and windows and collapses to the floor, sobbing.
"Grace?" Braeden asks kneeling down next to the still burning body.
"Give me a second" My sisters voice calls from inside the flames. And we all stand watching as the fire slowly starts to die out. Leaving a glowing eyed, slightly naked chard body behind. Derek removes his jacket to cover up my sister, and helps her to her feet.
"How did you know?" I ask turning to Braeden.
"She's a Phoenix, Scott. Her power was born of fire, you can't kill her with it if she controls it"
"Oh" I say and look to my sister "where you awake the whole time?"
"Yeah"
"And you didn't think about getting up and helping?"
"You three are covered in Gasoline Scotty. I couldn't risk the chance of accidently setting one of you alight. Besides, big guy gave me a headache pushing me into the locker. I had to ignore that just to but the flames on me out"
"I thought you were dead" I say walking up to her but she steps back. "What?"
"You're still covered in gas. And I'm beginning to singe through Derek's jacket, I couldn't control the fire enough to keep my top, and my body is still hot" Grace says with a pout and I hear Liam lightly grunt in agreement. It takes everything in me not to punch my young beta.
"At least your shorts are okay" Malia point out.
"Oh God, my hair! Someone please tell me I still have all my hair"
"Besides the soot, your fine" Liam speaks for the first time and I look between them. They are both looking deep into each other's eyes with a sort of painful longing.
I sigh at the thought of how I'm supposed to tell them that they were basically made for each other. And that I kept if from them.
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