Regression to the mean: Rising

Monstrous

Grace P.O.V.

"Scott?" I ask as I watch my brother from his bedroom doorway, shrug on his jacket and grab two motorcycle helmets. Ignoring me he rushes down the stairs and into the living room, handing Liam the red Helmet.

"Kira found Brett, they're fine but we gotta go"

"More Assassins?" Liam asks following him to the back door.

"Maybe a lot more"

"Different than the ones who just tried to set us on fire, the ones that set Grace on fire"

"I think so yeah" Scott says and turns around, not even looking at me, just Liam.

Liam looks down at the Helmet and puts it on the table next to him. Seeing this, Scott closes the door again and walks over to Liam as I stand to the side watching carefully. as Scott walks over to the red helmet and picks it up offering it to Liam again.

"How about I take you home?"

"I'm not like you"

"Not yet"

"I don't mean I'm not Strong. Or I'm never going to learn how to be in control. I mean everything else. You and Your friends, try to protect everyone, have you been doing this the whole time? I mean how are you all still alive?"

"Not all of us are" Scott says and my hand immediately goes to the bow and arrow necklace around my necklace from Allison, catching my movement Scott gives me a small sad smile and holds the helmet closer to Liam to take. "Let me at least take you home" Scott says and Liam accepts the helmet and they both head to the door.

"Scott! What about me? What am I supposed to do?"

"Take a shower, you smell charred. Gracie?" Scott says standing in the open door way with Liam. "Rinse and repeat" He jokes. Earning a chuckle from Liam but he shuts up when I glare at him. "I'll take Liam home and come back for you. I'm not letting you out of my sight"

"But you're leaving me right now" I say slightly scared.

"I'll be a few minutes okay" Scott tries to reassure me, picking up on my emotions.

"Okay" I whisper

"Lock the door behind us" Scott says and he and Liam both leave and I immediately run to the door and flip the lock and lean my back on the cool glass taking and deep breath and letting out a long sigh. Pushing myself of the door I drag myself to upstairs and into the bathroom.

Switching the shower on I allow the water to heat up whilst I rid myself of my overly burned scrap of a crop top, Leather shorts, tights, underwear and shoes. Dumping them all on the floor, I climb in the now hot shower and hiss at the pressure hitting my still slightly burned skin. Apparently Phoenix fire, even though it hot, only leaves soot on me, normal fire burns me with patches of first degree burns which appears as the soot, washes off my body and down the drain, turning my back to the shower head, I tip my head back and soak my hair. Once all the black is off of my body I grab the Mango and Ginger body wash and scrub every inch of my body to get rid of any excess Gasoline.

Next I grab my strawberry scented shampoo and lather it into my hair in a attempt to remove any smell of smoke. Once the shampoo is rinsed from my hair I reach for the matching conditioner and freeze as a door slams downstairs and with my new hearing I listen to footsteps walk around until they reaching the stairs and begin to ascend. Holding my breath I straighten up; my only weapon, the conditioner sits in my hand its shape deforming as my hand clenches around it. The footsteps stop outside the bathroom and I quietly move the curtain to see a shadow mixed with the hallway light.