Paranormal

Chapter Two - Mystery Saviours

Theia had sat down with her Dad as a training exercise. He wanted her to pick out what she could hear from the mic he'd placed on one of the warriors.

There was howling wind and things alight before a voice said:
"Big fancy guns. Coded death-lists. So called, assassins. And not one of you can answer the simplest question." There was feed back as she felt the harsh stare on her face.
"Woman. Very late twenties or early thirties. She's trying to intimidate someone. Those monsters must be her workers."

There was grunting and groaning as she asked:
"Who's paying the bills? So I'll ask again. Who's the Benefactor?"
"She thinks the others know. She's wasting time asking hired assassins. None of them know anything."
"I swear to God. I've never seen him. Never spoken to him."
"I know. You see, everyone says the same thing. They don't know who he is, where he is, it's all done electronically; I can't help you, please, I'm bleeding to death, please, stop, it hurts."
"Supernatural. I'm presuming if she's looking for the Benefactor she's on the list."

"Then what do you want with me?"
"It's been a long time since someone made me a mixtape. You got one too, didn't you?"
"She's taunting him. He's threatened. Most likely they could take his life."
"No. No. No. But I know who did. They look, like kids, like teenagers. They're called the Orphans."

Then gunshots and cries rang out.
"That man couldn't of been armed or she would've seen it. Been quicker to react. Someone must've been acting dead." Theia listened again.
"She sounds weakened. It must've been something like a form of wolfsbane."
Then the roar was sounded, it must've been heard for miles. There was the sound of flesh ripping.
"Claws. Not teeth. There's too much sound, none of it is mumbled enough for her to be attacking with teeth."
"Wait! Wait! I'll tell you anything! Please! Just wait!"
"Screams. That man has been killed too." 

Her father closed down the equipment, turning to her.
"So what have we learnt from this?" He asked. She could feel herself being interrogated, one word wrong and it'd be down in the drains for the night.
"That we have more than just teenagers on the deadpool, that woman had the strength to take down an entire clan of assassins, she's strong and has some sort of creauture working with her and that we need to search for these kids. The Orphans." She breathed as she looked up to her father's harsh stares.
"Hm." He walked out of the room as Theia felt her heart rate go down. That was the closest she ever got to praise. But now, at least she could know what to look out for.

Theia now sat in the same position in her front room, headphones on listening to the mic she'd planted in the hallway.
"Guys back off. You can get your gear tomorrow. If anybody sees Garrett you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team."
Jesus Coach, such your big damn pie hole so I can hear for once.

"Jordan Parrish." Violet had stated as it sound like she was being escorted down the hallway.
"Deputy Parrish." He corrected her.

"Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?"
"Yeah. It's a, uh, thermo-cut wire." He told the FBI detective, who seemed to have some sort of link to McCall.
"Parrish, hold up."

"Where's Kira?" Scott asked Liam.
"She took off. Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the Deadpool."
"Her moms on it."
"Everyone's on it." Liam told him.
"You're not." Scott pointed out.
"Not yet. There's still another third, right?"

The sound cut from the two boys to the official police force.
"Thermo-cut wires are a very unusual weapon Violet. We've got a file here of something similar. Used in over a dozen murders."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here." She said as if it was matter of fact.
"Maybe we should call your parents then. Oh no, that's- that's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you the Orphans."
Theia had to hand it to this guy, he'd built a strong case up on her.