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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"Dad, where's Jordan?" Angelina asked her father. They were standing in his office and she wanted to see her favorite deputy before heading home.
"He isn't here?"
She peeked out into the main area and shook her head. "He's always here," She frowned.
"Anybody seen, Parrish?" Noah asked, looking around as well. "Haigh?"
The deputy looked up from his computer, "Haven't seen him."
liar.
"You guys continue talking, I'm gonna sit out here." Angelina smiled at her father and walked over to Haigh.
"So, you haven't seen Jordan? At all?" She asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.
He gulped and shook his head. "Nope."
"Sure," She dragged out and got closer. "What's on your screen?"
"Nothing."
Angelina stepped up to his desk, only for him to swing at her. "Oh, you son of a bitch," She cursed backing up into the sheriffs office. "You should control your deputies, Dad," Angelina sighed, wiping the blood from under her nose.
"What the hell?" He raised his voice out of anger.
"Wait," She smelt smoke. "Where's that coming from?"
Jordan walked through the doors, very naked. His skin burned, and he seemed very angry. Angelina threw her hands over her eyes. Haigh seemed pretty scared. Which was probably why he pulled out his gun and fired at Jordan, who tackled him to the ground.
Noah ran through his doorway, pointing his gun at the non burnt deputy. "Haigh!" He shouted, only to get shot in the shoulder.
"Dad!" Angelina ran over to her fathers side. "Stiles get dad to the hospital now. I will handle him," She said looking at Jordan who was beating the life out of Haigh.
Later that night, Angelina met up with Scott, Phoebe and Lydia with Jordan. They stood in Derek's loft, examining Jordan, who was even more confused.
"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asked, continuously flipping the deputy's hands over. He only nodded in response.
"It's the hair and nails, isn't it?" Lydia asked. "The parts of the body that are essentially dead."
"Well they should be gone."
"I was set on fire, all of me should be gone," Jordan said putting a hand over his chest.
"I told you guys Haigh was trouble, but no one ever listens to me," Angelina mumbled, walking away and plopping herself down on the couch.
