Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Sixteen

Holding her hand out flat she watched as the scrunched up piece of paper (which had previously been her failed homework) floated above. She was in an empty classroom simply waiting for the day to move on. Her hair had been thrown into a messy side braid on the side where her cut was in hopes of covering it slightly. She was also wearing a grey t-shirt like shift-dress and her doc martins. She'd given up on her make-up halfway through doing it and so was only wearing foundation, the thinnest layer of blush, her eyebrows had been done and she'd put mascara on.

The piece of paper lit up on fire and Lena took in a deep breath before leaning back in her chair as she watched it happen. It was something new she'd learnt.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, panic flooded through her and she reached out slamming her hand on top of the ball of paper both forcing it down onto the table and extinguishing the flame. Jumping up, she whirled around to face the door only to see it was Allison, Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and Derek.

"Oh for god sake," she muttered before turning to scrape up the charred flakes of paper on the table.

Both Lydia and Allison stood together holding out their wrists to show Derek the matching bruise they had, "I don't see anything," Derek said sceptically.

"Look again," Scott urged.

Peering over Lydia's shoulders, Lena looked at the bruise on their arms. She recognised the mark but couldn't place it, but at the same time it looked exactly like a normal bruise, "how is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"

"It's the same on both sides! Exactly the same."

"Maybe the person is just very symmetrical," Lena praised, agreeing with Derek in terms of not knowing the point of it.

"It's nothing," Derek confirmed.

"Pareidolia," Lydia said and the group looked at her confused, "Seeing patterns that aren't there? It's a subset of apophenia..."

"They're trying to help," Scott sighed out after a few moments.

"These two?" Derek asked as he looked between Allison and Lydia, "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle-Thank you-And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack?"

"Okay, all right, now, come on... No one died, all right?" Stiles pointed out, "look, there may have been a little maiming, okay? A little mangling, but not death! And that's what I call an important distinction."

"Well technically," Lena began, "if Erica and Boyd are dead it would be her fault," she added on as she gestured to Allison who looked at her horrified, "well think about it, you're the reason they got captured in the first place. They would have been on their merry way," she sighed out.

"My mother died," Allison combatted except she was using that excuse to people whose mothers had also died and so it didn't feel like a very strong argument to them.

"Your family's little honour code killed your mother, not me."

"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you," Allison finally decided.

"You wanna help? Find something real."

Derek left the room along with Scott and Allison turned to look at Lena. "You weren't helping," she pointed out.

"I'm not going to defend your bad actions simply because we're friends," she countered, "what you did to Erica and Boyd was kind of pyschotic-"

"My mom died," Allison repeated, "you don't know what that's like. You'll never understand-"