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Angelina walked back into the academy, the yellow plastic bags in both of her hands filled with delicious foods ingredients

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Angelina walked back into the academy, the yellow plastic bags in both of her hands filled with delicious foods ingredients. She slammed the door shut with her foot since both of her hands were full at the moment. 

Allison ran towards the door, a sigh of relief coming out of her throat once she realized it was just Angelina "You went shopping?" She questioned, her eyes narrowing down to the bags she held on while both of Allison's hands were on her waist "oh! Yes, I did" Angelina smiled while she held up the bags, showing Allison a better view "I got baking stuff." Angelina informed Allison, she started to walk into the kitchen to put the bags down, Allison following after.

"There's something I need to show you" Angelina looked up at the taller woman with a confused expression on her face "What is it?" She questioned before opening the plastic bags, taking a few items out of them "Its about Grace" Angelina stopped what she was doing "Is she hurt?" Allison shook her head "No, look- just follow me, okay?"

Angelina followed Allison, the only thing she heard was her deep thoughts. What happened with Grace?  Did she get hurt? Did she die? 

Allison stopped walking, it ended up being a small room with multiple box TVs "What is this?" She tilted her head to the side when the TV started to play, the color being a light blue since the camera was a bit buggy "Its Grace. She did something to Reginald" Angelina walked into the room, wanting to see the TV in a clearer view.

The footage showed Grace, she was hovering over Reginald with a mug in her hand as they both chatted about something, the audio was silent. Reginald fell on his back in the bed and started to shake violently while Grace just watched, then walked away.

"That can't be grace." Angelina said in disbelief, she didn't want to believe Grace would do such a thing. Grace was a kind woman throughout everyone's childhood, everyone liked her. There was no possible way Grace would kill someone, yet again Reginald was a horrible man who used the blonde.

"It is her. She poisoned Reginald... the tea had anti freeze or something" Luther rubbed his temple, his eyes glued on the small TV "No, she didn't kill Reginald. Maybe, he had a heart attack and Grace walked away. Autopsy reports don't lie, Luther." Angelina shot back at the buff man before sitting down on the wooden chair near him "Grace is acting like nothing happened, isn't that weird?" Luther turned his whole body to the woman, he couldn't believe Angelina was taking a possible murderers side. "It's probably traumatic for her. I wouldn't want to think about someone dying." 

"You need to stop being soft. You two were close as kids, but that doesn't mean you get to defend her for killing our father" Angelina chuckled loudly, both of her hands in a tight ball "At least i'm not calling Reginald our dad, because he's not" She shot back at him. She never understood why Luther still loved Reginald, after sending him to the moon by himself, if that was Angelina, she would be glad that Reginald died.

"he took care of us-" "He used us for fame and power. Don't get those two mixed up." Angelina turned her head at Luther, her face turning into a bright shade of red as it heats up "Woah now, calm down you two." Allison stepped in, feeling the harsh tension of the two.

"Look, Grace had something to do with Reginald's death," Allison looked at Luther before turning her head to Angel "But that doesn't necessarily mean she killed him. You two both have a point" Angelina felt her body cool down at Allison's calms words, she really did know how to fix things, even without using her powers.

"Well, I'm leaving" Angelina stood up from the wooden chair "I'm going to talk to Grace." She informed them both before she left


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