The Will

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"You find anything?" Malachi asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. Cameron shook his head moving to grab clothes that were on the hood of the black car. They had been roaming the grounds as wolves searching for a scent or something they could use.

"No, it was hard to pick up scent with all the water and ash mixed everywhere. Not to mention the firefighters and police." Malachi also gave a nod. All he'd gotten was a whiff here and there, and then a car not much else.

"So much for superior senses." He grumbled sliding into the drivers side and Cameron got in the passenger.

"Yeah, but at least it helped when you and your dad were attacked. Tracked them down and had faster reflexes than they were prepared for. Sometimes it's great to be a freak." Cameron gave him a smile.

"Says the man who's never been shot." Cameron laughed.

"I'm just that unimportant. See when you're the son of the man who's only in charge of security in a city, no one cares." Malachi smiled at him as he pulled out of the standish driveway, leaving the ruined house behind them, a charred skeleton. It was tapped off but the couple officers left to watch were like them, so they let them pass. There weren't any houses that were too close, and the ones that were near by didn't have a good view of it. So there really wasn't evidence of what happened.

"How are they handling it?" Cameron asked.

"That depends on which one you are talking about." Malachi responded. "Natasha was an uncontrollable mess yesterday. She attacked Ariel blaming her for god knows what reason." Cameron just made a sound.

"Ariel on the other hand was more silent, she seems a silent griever rather than the extreme that Natasha goes to. But after Natasha attacked her, Ariel lost it way more. Even at home she was sobbing uncontrollably."

"Sally was the same way, she was quiet at first like she thought it bad if others saw her grieving, but alone at home... then she sobbed the whole night. I'll tell you it was pretty awful to just sit there with her and have nothing to say to make it better."

"Tell me about it, and there were two of them. Though I was with Natasha most the night. Ariel had locked herself in her room and refused to let anyone in until Darcy talked her into letting at least her come in. This morning Natasha was extremely composed, though puffy eyed and quieter. Ariel, well you would have done better to get a dead person to talk than her."

"I'll tell you one thing, if I was Ariel I would be absolutely relieved. Think of the freedom, no more punishments at their hands. She's what twenty two or three? The number they have done to her."

"I know." Malachi said. He and his dad had talked about Natasha and Ariel early this morning. They would give Ariel a place to stay no matter what Natasha said, because they really didn't think that she could function alone in normal society. That was if she even had anything to her name that her parents had left her.

"They have the will reading to go to today."

"That soon? They just passed away." Cameron said.

"Apparently one of the constraints on the will was that should something happen to them, they were to present the will immediately. Some deal they made with the attorney who doesn't get paid unless it was prompt and immediate or something."

"Wow, can't say they weren't organized." Cameron gave a sigh as they drove hitting a more main road and drove on back toward his house.

"So besides this, how are things with you and Natasha? Any better yet, yesterday she didn't seem put off by you or anything. Must have done something right."

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