A Hale and The Argent- Allison Argent (3)

4.9.1

Apparently, there had been an accident at the station involving one of the deputies, Deputy Parrish. Deputy Parrish happens to also be on one of the lists. His partner tried to burn him to death but he came back, perfectly fine and beat Haigh as well as accidentally getting Noah shot in the shoulder. Now we were at the loft, trying to figure out what he could be, with Derek's help.

Parrish holds out his hands and Derek takes them, looking them over. Parrish looks over at Scott nervously and Scott sends him a reassuring nod. Derek glances up at Parrish before looking at his hands again, which by the way, weren't burnt or scarred at all. Even werewolves can't heal from that. Take Peter for example. He had been in a coma for six years after the Hale fire.

"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asks and Parrish nods as Derek drops his hands. "It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia asks. "Well, they should be gone." Derek nods. "I was set on fire. All of me should be gone." Parrish scoffs and I nod in agreement, my arms crossed. "Not if you're like us" Scott says.

"Like you?" Parrish asks confused. "I don't think he's like us" Derek denies. "Me neither" I agree with Derek. "Then what is he?" Lydia asks curiously. "Sorry, but I have no idea." Derek shrugs. "But you knew about Jackson and Kira" Scott brings up. "This is a little out of my experience." Derek says. "We could try the bestiary. Do you still have it?" I turn to look at Allison.

"My Dad might know where it is" Allison suggests. "Okay hold on. What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just...just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia?" Parrish wonders. "Like Lydia?" I ask confused. "Are you all psychic?" He adds. "Psychic?" Derek repeats. "Yeah." Parrish nods. "Not exactly" Scott chimes in. "Okay. Then what are you?" He asks curiously.

Scott, Derek and I all look at each other, debating on telling him or not. Derek and I motion for Scott and he smiles with a nod. He closes his eyes, turning to look over at Parrish. He shows off his red eyes to Parrish. From the look on Parrish's face, I could already tell that this was gonna be a while.

~~~

"What's a Kanima?" Parrish asks. Allison and I sit on the couch, beside Parrish, watching Scott and Lydia try to explain everything to him. "We'll get back to that. Just know that everyone like us, everyone with some kind of supernatural ability is on the dead pool" Scott reminds him. "But I don't even know what I am." Parrish points out.

"I'm pretty sure they don't care." Derek chimes in. "How many professional assassins are we talking about?" Parrish asks. "We're starting to lose count." Lydia sighs. "But is it still just professionals?" Scott brings up. "I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was just taking a chance" Parrish shrugs.

"Great, that makes me feel much better. Anyone with knowledge of the Deadpool could come knocking at the door, just to get some money in their pocket" I scoff and Allison rubs my arm comfortingly. "If Haigh had it, then who else does? How easy is it to get this thing now?" Parrish wonders and we all glance at each other. That was a good question. One no one knew the answer to.

~~~

"Meredith was only at my grandmother's lake house once. But I think once was enough." Lydia says. She was telling us about her grandmother and her Banshee power. "How did your grandmother know her?" Derek asks curiously. "She didn't. She found her. Because of another woman named Maddy. The woman she loved." I feel Allison squeeze my arm and send her a smile.

Lydia looks down at the picture in her hand, standing up from Derek's bed. She walks over to Scott, holding it out towards him. "I never met her, but I saw her name everywhere. She used to be part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies in the lake house from all the regattas she'd won." Lydia explains with a smile.