Seva: Service; working for the benefit of others.
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Angelina spent her late preteens into her early teens fighting for not only her life, but the lives of others close to her. She just wished that after the loss of their close friend, Allison Argent...
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Pacing back and forth around Scott's kitchen was how Angelina was spending her afternoon. If you would've asked the young fifteen year old a few years ago, how she'd handle talking about death like it was nothing, she would have a panic attack. She wouldn't know how to respond, she would simply...panic.
"Okay, stop pacing. You're starting to freak me out," Liam sighed, turning to face her.
Angelina stopped pacing and rejoined them around the table. "Is three enough?" She asked, looking at Stiles.
"Depends on how many cameras they have, but I think so," He replied.
This time Liam did actually start to panic. "Are we really doing this?" He asked waving his hand out in front of him. Angelina grabbed his hand, bringing it to her side. Rubbing over his knuckles in a comforting manner.
"We're doing it," Scott spoke after a pause. "Tonight."
"But isn't it kind of dangerous?"
"Yeah, it's incredibly dangerous, and borderline idiotic," Phoebe sighed. Her eyes traveled to the teens, whose hands were intertwined with one another's.
"You've guys done something like this before?" Liam asked.
"Something dangerous? Or something idiotic?"
"I think it's a yes to both," Kira said.
They all went silent again, deeply thinking about what was going to be happening upstairs. They could smell each others fear, well the three werewolves could. Phoebe had been able to just feel it oozing out of them.
"You don't have to be a part of this if you don't want to," Scott spoke to his beta.
"I'm not scared."
His heartbeat says otherwise..
"Well then you're borderline idiotic." Stiles smiled, patting Liam on the shoulder.
"If we do this, we don't know what's coming for us. You know that, right?" Angelina asked, looking at Scott.
"How do we know something's definitely coming?" Kira asked.
"Because the tape in Garretts bag said visual confirmation required," Scott pointed out.
"Simon said the same thing. Couldn't get payed by the benefactor until he had, proof, that you guys were dead." Stiles added.
"So the idea is, what if you kill someone on the deadpool, but you can't send them proof?"
"You don't get payed," Kira said looking at the table.
"How does that get us any closer to the benefactor?" Liam asked, gripping onto Angelina's hand a little tighter. She gently squeezed it, gesturing that it'll be okay, to which he looked down at her with a small smile.
"He still needs to know if the target is really dead."
"Especially if it's someone high on the list."
"So if he wants visual confirmation-" Liam started.
"-He's going to have to come get it himself." Angelina finished.
Phoebe sighed, leaning against the table. "I don't see why we can't just kill me," She started to say, mostly towards Kira, since she was the one that would be killing Scott. "I'm second on the list, a little shock won't damage me too much, right?"
"I won't kill you," Kira shook her head and frowned. "Scott's only an exception."
The blonde girl hummed, looking over at the Alpha who was glaring at them. "Well, let's kill him then."
"I hate this. I hate this. Oh, did I mention how much I HATE THIS?" Angelina exasperated about the plan.
"Angie," Liam huffed, grabbing her by the arms so she'd stop pacing.
"Liam," She sassed.
He glanced at her and shook his head, "Miss attitude, today?"
She smirked and turned back to face Scott. "Are you guys totally sure about this?" Angelina asked.
Now Liam started pacing which made her smile, he was such a hypocrite. "Liam," She said gently this time, taking his hand once more. He calmed down at her touch and sighed.
"I think they're kind of nervous, maybe you should tell them it's going to be alright," Kira suggested.
"It's gonna be all right," Scott said, not looking away from Kira. He knew his beta's were nervous, but he knew Kira was worse though.
Angelina perked her head up and raised her hand. "I, personally, would like to not do this at all."
Everyone stopped, they exchanged glances, what the youngest had said really made them think about the possibilities.
"Put your hand over his heart," Mrs. Yukimura gestured, holding her hand over Scott's heart.
Once she moved out of the way, Kira moved in her place, but Scott grabbed her hand.
"Hold on," He said sitting up.
"What happens, while I'm out? Am I going to feel anything?"
"It might feel like you're dreaming."
"Good dreams?" Angelina questioned.
"Or bad?" Scott asked Kira's mother.
"I suppose that depends on you."
"Oh, god." Angelina sighed, burying her face in Liam's chest.
He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her the best he could.
"It's going to be okay," He whispered.
With that, Kira placed her hand back over his heart, electricity shooting out. Scott took one last breath and Angelina listened to his heart stop.
Kira's mom looked towards Phoebe, who was guiding Kira off the bed and into her arms for a hug. With a nod, the older woman spoke softly. "Call 9-1-1."
