Leslie Shay Chicago Fire の小説・ストーリー

"Let me tell you something. Think of today as a lesson and stop trying to cause harm to me, because... you're no match for me." "You!" Sharon was furious. She wanted to cuss at Kisa. However, she was in pain from the grip on her chin, so she could not throw a deathly glare at her. Kisa chuckled, "This time, I'll let you go for Mr. Tanner's sake. Besides, I've recently been investigating the true perpetrator behind the fire. If I learn that you had something to do with the fire, then... Even God won't be able to save you."

She harrumphed before turning to look at the wild bush that was dried up due to the lack of care next to her and shot her hand towards it as she chanted, “ Pyro!” The bush was immediately set ablaze and many shifters yelped and gasped as they all turned to look at what was happening, some jolted awake from their daze, while some tried to scamper away from Levy and the one who still had a small piece of rationality saved in their heads hurried to extinguish the fire that was burning.

I almost dropped the towel that I had clutched around my waist with my other hand when I saw Shayla sitting on the bed in my room. "Hey," I breathed out, blinking out from the abrupt shock,"You here? Everything alright?" "Yeah, I just," Shayla said, and it almost felt like the words were drying up on the tip of her tongue,"Daadi said she suspects that this fire was made intentional. It is what exactly Bryan had said to me. What if it is arson after all, Cameron?" "Oh God." "Yes, if it is arson, it means that we still have hope on solving all of this. There might still be turns left, Cam."

She waved her hand and said, “Check the inventory and count the losses, Mr. Cowan…” “Yes!” Penn kept himself busy. However, he could not get the image of Kayson putting out the fire out of his head. In truth, he was not alone because it was the same for Sadie. She sat on a chunk of wood in a distracted state while she looked ahead in a daze. On the other side, Kayson called up Zachary solemnly and sought his help to check on Liam’s condition. Meanwhile, he pulled out the Fireslurp Charm from earlier.

“Perhaps. You are certainly more powerful than she was, young Rave, and so perhaps more able to master the skill. But the risk remains.” “Wait a minute,” Leesa said, getting to her feet and facing them both. “This is crazy. I'm not letting Rave risk his fire.” She stared at Rave, thinking she had never seen the heat inside him so clearly. “Your fire is who you are, what you are. I'd never ask you to give that up.” Rave stood and kissed her forehead. “I told you there's very little I wouldn't do for you, Leesa. That includes risking my fire.”

“Thanks for coming, Zane. I need your help.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Help? From me? That’s strange.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “What’s this about?” I took a breath, keeping Lisa’s warning about my temper in mind. “The fire at the Chicago branch. I’m trying to find out who was behind it. Lisa said you might know something. Someone who could point me in the right direction.” Zane’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. “Lisa sent you, huh? Figures she’d drag me into this.”

Fatima had an idea of who it might be, and she absolutely wasn't going to take this. Leslie. Fatima had no doubt it was her, and honestly, messing with her hospital just brought war because that place meant everything to her. Just then another call came in, and it was Leslie. Fatima put Madelyn on hold as she wanted to hear the lies Leslie had for her. “Have you seen the news?” Leslie asked as soon as the call connected, no greeting or anything. Fatima just gritted her teeth, breathing heavily. “Hello?” “I know you set my hospital on fire, Leslie.”

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.

And there was Leslie—leaning against it, a cigar in her hand. “What did you do?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” she replied, eyes skimming over my soaking wet clothes, feigning confusion. But I knew better. She wasn’t clueless. She knew exactly what I was talking about. Leslie always knew—how to be good, how to be evil. “Why did you push her into the water? Sable can’t freaking swim.” She laughed, flicking the cigar to the ground and grinding it under her heel. “So what are you now? The protector of all women?”