Fire Starter ✓ Teen Wolf [o.h]

Chapter 1

Song of the chapter: Fire Starter, Demi Lovato

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l know no one expected me to come back. After l ran all those years, l never thought of coming back. But, l did. And there's only one reason. The Dead Pool. l heard about it, and wanted to know if l'm on it. Selfish? Yeah, I'm like that.

Ever since the death of everyone around me. I never let anyone get close to me, for that exact reason. Everything around me falls apart, and then dies.

My parents, a few friends, and my 2 best friends. Then, my little sister, whom l adored, disappeared into thin air. Some people say she was kidnapped, others say she ran away, and l think she disappeared. l would do anything to get her back, but until then, l must take care of myself.

l've been living in Beacon Hills for a few weeks, and no one has spotted me. Well, l haven't stepped out of my apartment. l don't want anyone knowing, well l didn't. l don't really mind now. 

At first the plan was coming, staying in hiding, and finding out if I'm on the list. That hasn't worked out, so l have to take matters into my own hands. l know Lydia's a banshee, and l couldn't care less. Sure, she used to be my best friend, but, I've learned to not care.

If l let myself care, then they always die. It sucks. Real bad. It's like the universe is out for me. Out for revenge on something l never did.

My little sister has to be alive. If she's not, then l don't know how'll I'll take it. She's the only family l have left. She would've been a freshman by now. 16 years old, normal human life. l think. l wasn't born with being a were-tiger, so she could never be one. Unless she was bit. Like me.

This is the reason l never wanted to come back. Old memories. Ones that are burned into my mind. Ones that l could never forget, even though l try. 

l looked down at my outfit, and it was perfect. l wore black skinny jeans, black tank top, black leather jacket, and black jeffrey campbell booties. l had my hair in curls, and my everyday make up on. l also had black raybans on, blocking anyone to see my eyes.

l stepped out of my car, walking through the entrance of the police station. 2 reasons why I'm here.

As soon as l walked in, l saw the bulletin board. They still have to FBI's wanted list from 5 years back? Stupid, what type of police station is this. l ignored whoever was in the station, and walked up to the board. l grabbed the paper with a picture of me, and ripped it of the board. I've served my 3 years in prison, don't need anyone in town calling the FBI thinking l was still on the list.

l looked over the other criminals, some look familiar the others I know their reputation.

"Um, excuse me miss. You can't take that paper off" Some deputy said, from behind me. 

"Yeah well, when you people update the list, l won't" I said, turning back around.

"Who are you?" Deputy said. He had brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He kinda looks like a murderer.

I handed him the crumbled paper, and leaned against the wall. He opened it, and looked back at me. "What does this have to do with you?" He asked.

l smirked, and slid the raybans to the top of my head, resting them there. He looked at me, and his eyes went wide. He quickly pulled out his gun, and pointed it at me. Everyone in the room heard the gun click, and froze, staring at the deputy.

"Sweetheart, many guns have been pointed at me, in the last 5 years, you would think l would've learnt something" I said, letting my british accent flow through. Yes, I'm british. I was born in London and when l was 5, l came here.

l swifty disarmed him, and pointed it at his head, with me smirking. Now, every deputy had a gun pointed at me, but l didn't mind. I've been through worse.

"I'm here to see the Sheriff" I said, looking down to the deputy on the floor.

"Lisa Blue!! Put the gun down!!" Stilinski yelled, coming out of his office, with a shocked face. He didn't expect me to come back. l looked at the Sheriff, smirking.

"As you wish" I said, throwing the gun on the floor, with a force.

"My office, now!!" Stilinski yelled, walking back to his office. Ooo, he's grown some balls. 

l sent everyone my award winning smirk and walked to his office. l saw Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and some other girl in his office, but l ignored them and sat on the chair, and plopped my feet upon Stilinski's desk.

"What are you doing here, Lisa" Sheriff said, he seemed fustrated. 

"2 reasons" I said, simply shrugging. "Which is?" Sheriff asked. "I want to know, why l am still on that list" I said, pointing behind me, through the window.

"Because you were on the wanted list" He said. l chuckled darkly, causing him to flinch, "Yeah, exaclty. Were. l paid my 3 years in prison, and l still manage to be on that list. I had to fix it" I said, fake sweetly.

"You were on the FBI's most wanted list?!" Stiles yelled, standing up. "Stiles sit down" I said, and he didn't do anything. "Now" l said. with power in my voice. He quickly sat back down.

"And the other reason?" Lydia asked, hopefully. "My sister. What the hell happened to her?" I asked, looking back to the Sheriff.

"We don't know yet" Sheriff said. Yet?! YET?! It's been 5 years.

"I want to find her" I said, seriously. "You have to wait 48-" I cut the Sheriff off.

"It's been 5 years, Stilinski!! I'm not waiting to fill out some stupid papers!! 5 years!! I need to know if she's alive or not!!" I yelled, standing up, slamming the palm of my hands on the Sheriff's desk.

"Fine. Here" Sheriff said, giving me some papers to sign. "What the hell is this?" I asked. "It's a search report" Stiles answered, for the Sheriff. l signed, and got a pen out of the Sheriff's desk. l signed every single spot there was, how she looks like, how long she's been missing, what age she should be now, what age she disapperaed etc... And gave them back to the Sheriff.

"Find her" I said, before walking out.