𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(chapter seventeen.) have you guys seen my aunt? ❝ YEAH, I CAN HEAL. SURPRISED? ❞
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PARIS SPED BACK INSIDE THE HARGREEVES HOUSE WHEN HE DIDN'T HEAR anymore gunshots. He dropped Vanya on the couch, looking around for his aunt and Diego, but not coming across them. He turned to look at the sisters, Allison handing Vanya a red rag so she can clean the blood from her forehead.
"Who were those people?" Vanya asked.
"I don't know," Allison answered. "But we are lucky to be alive." Noticing the pain in Vanya's subtle expression, Paris looked at his aunt's friend. "You sure you're okay?"
Vanya nodded. Paris sighed, placing his hands on the girl's forehead yet again as he didn't do his healing a few moments ago when he and Poet where with the girl. Diego passed by and Paris looked up.
"Diego?"
He paced in front of the three and looked at the girl who was getting healed by the young Capulet.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked in a rough voice while glaring at Vanya. Paris pulled away when he saw the wound healed and stepped back to grab his backpack from the floor.
"I'm just trying to help," Vanya replied, thanking te kid. Paris send her an awkward smile before opening a book that was filled with reports of his father and aunt. He was interested in his family's powers and he was still trying to understand his own.
"No, you could've been killed," Diego said in a loud tone, pointing a finger at her while stepping closer. "Or gotten any of us killed. Especially Paris."
"But she didn't," Paris mumbled.
Diego looked at Allison. "She is a liability."
Paris looked at the siblings before he stood up to head towards Diego. He cleared his throat, biting his lower lip while glancing at his shoes. He sat next to Diego and puffed, nodding his head awkwardly.
"You look in pain mentally and physically," Paris muttered, pulling away when he saw how fast the wound healed.
"Yeah? What gave it away?"
"Your sad face."
"I think what he's trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous," Paris heard Allison say. Allison looked down for a second before looking at her sister. "You're just..."
"Not like you."
Paris looked in between the sisters, tension building up between them. He saw Vanya stand up and Allison follow after her, trying to come up with an excuse on how she didn't mean those words to come out like that.
"Vanya, wait."
"Let her go," Diego said. "It's for the best."
Paris saw the chance to ask them about his aunt's whereabouts, worried about her. He felt weird without his aunt standing by his side, making such terrible jokes and teasing him about whatever girl Paris had a crush on.
"Have you guys seen Aunt Poet?" He asked, his blue eyes looking deeply into Allison and Diego's own.
"Shit," Diego stood up, immediately followed by Allison and Paris. They all ran towards the last direction they saw Poet head towards at.
"Poet!" Allison yelled out, hoping to hear her friend's voice. "Poet! Where are you?"
Paris looked in the hallways, hoping to catch his aunt's figure. He stopped, though, when he came upon a body on the floor, blood surrounding their head.
"Over here!" Paris yelled over his shoulder, speeding towards the person on the floor. Diego and Allison ran towards the way the 14-year-old boy headed, their footsteps slowing down when they came closer and came to see Poet with bruises on her face. Diego and Allison looked at the boy with panic, not wanting him to freak out. But Paris sighed and maintained a calm face. "Not again."
Diego was about to question the boy before he saw him placing his hand on Poet's face, the bruises all gone in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah, whoever came here hit her when they saw her unconscious," Paris explained, his hands going through his aunt's hair and placing his hand on the back of her head. Poet slowly opened her eyes, the headache that was just about to form, leaving immediately. He heard Allison hum but he didn't hear anything coming from Diego. Paris looked at the man, raising an eyebrow at him when he saw Diego looking down at the boy's hands. "Yeah, I can heal. Surprised?"
"A little bit."
Poet stood up as Paris took out a rag from his backpack and wiped his bloody hands. Poet looked around, panting as if she just ran multiple miles under 10 minutes.
"What happened?" Allison questioned, watching her brother help Poet stand up. Paris stood up from his kneeling position, staring at his aunt with concern when he noticed that she wasn't answering.
Poet gulped.
"I-I um... Got hit," Poet simply said, staring at her twin brother who was giving her signs to follow after him. "Yeah, I got hit. By one of the people." Poet looked at Paris. "You okay, Paris?"
"Yeah."
"Can you stand on your own?" Diego asked her, his hand around her waist. "If you can't I can still hold you."
"I'm fine."
Just as he let go, Poet swayed, dizzy by the blood loss. Diego immediately held her again, helping her.
"Poet we need to go save Klaus," Julian told her before he noticed his son there, looking at his aunt. He walked closer, slowly, so slowly. Julian pressed his hand on his hands cheek and Paris perked up at the touch. The boy immediately looked in front of him and turned to stare at Poet with a scared face. Poet nodded.
"Focus," she mouthed to him. Paris nodded, breathing in and out to relax his mind and everything. He did what Poet mouthed to him and he let out a shaky breath when he saw a hand placed on his cheek. He looked at where the arm was heading at, eyes landing on a shoulder and looking up to find colored eyes just as bright as his, staring right back at him.
"Dad?" Paris questioned loudly, his eyebrows furrowed together. Allison and Diego immediately looked at the youngest Capulet and then stared at the older one. "What the hell?"
