Eleven:
Dead

"Are you spending the night?" Magenta asked Malia on their way back to the Regina residents.

"I don't see why not." Malia replied.

"Augustus drop me off here." Magenta commanded her cousin. Augustus drove to the side of the rode and stopped. "It's not that I don't like you Malia, but I need sleep and I have a feeling I won't get it tonight."

Magenta opened the side door and got out before looking back inside.

"Don't forget to wear protection! It's not a party unless there's ballons!" With that being said, Magenta shut the door close before walking to the Stilinski household. One, it would be weird to go to Scott's. Two, Magenta felt like death was coming and she didn't want to get in the way of a certain banshee. And three, Stiles.

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"Stiles." Magenta was shaking the boy awake. "Stiles, you have a early morning practice for the big game tomorrow. Stiles."

"All right." Was all that came out of Stiles. Magenta rolled her eyes before looking around the room. Her eyes landed on the board that asked who the Desert Wolf was. Magenta smiled that even if they were dating, Stiles would always help a friend. She continued to scan the room until she realized there is only one way to wake up a boy. Luckily one of Augustus's ex taught her that to wake a boy up is by kissing them awake. But if it comes to Augustus, Magenta just uses a blow horn.

Magenta turned her boyfriend over and kissed him.

"What are you doing? I haven't even brushed my teeth." Stiles informed his girlfriend when they pulled apart.

"I don't think I care." Magenta smiled. Stiles was confused but smiled before going back in to kiss her. After making out for a tops of ten, Magenta opened her eyes.

"I never noticed the color of your room." Magenta turned her head to face Stiles who was hugging her. She studied his face with color. "Nor the color of your eyes, skin, hair."

Magenta ran her hand through Stiles hair.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked confused.

"It's an old magenta saying which explains why we can't see color. Not unless we find those who we truly care for. ❛When you reduce life to black and white you never see the rainbow.❜" Magenta explained. "My kind have been reduced, it usually depends on how many creatures you can transform. Like my uncle, he can see color often because he only can change into one thing. My cousin, he sees it from time to time. But for me, I can't see any color because I can be anything. I am a rare, but I can only see color when I'm with you."

Magenta buried her head in Stiles chest. "I would trade a life with color for you, anyday."

"I also didn't notice the green specks in your eyes before." Stiles told Magenta. The girl was confused since she never had green specks. Caleb even told her that she had brown eyes, only brown.

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"Lydia. Lydia." Malia was calling out towards Lydia. She was going to tell her that she passed. Lydia looked up and looked at Malia. "Look. I passed."

Magenta smiled at the sight along with Kira.

"C-minus." Lydia took notice of the grade.

"Your notes helped when they're not written in code." Malia told Lydia. Then Coach came and slammed a paper on Malia's desk.

"Disappointed, Malia. Profoundly disappointed." Coach then left to give someone else their paper.

"I'll send you my notes." Lydia told Malia.

"And I'll send mine incase those are in Banshee." Magenta added in the precaution. She then looked down to continue taking her notes.

"It's over. The computers are off." Kira assured Lydia. Magenta looked up to see Lydia was worried. "No more assassins. No more murders. No one's dying."

"Not yet."

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"I don't think Scott is going to watch Star Wars with Kira." Magenta told her boyfriend while she layed on his bed.

"I'm going to kill him." Stiles replied from his table. There was a knock on the door, causing the two to look over at the door. It also interrupted Magenta from reading The Death Cure.

"Drop what you're doing. I'm taking you both out to dinner. Whatever you want." The Sheriff told the couple.

"Dad, I don't think a man of your debts should be treating anyone to anything." Stiles reminded his father of the money they owe.

"Well, there's one debt we no longer have to worry about." Sheriff Stilinski informed his son. Magenta sat right up and closed her book on the Forbidden chapter.

"What's that?" Stiles asked. Stiles took the paper from the Sheriff while the Sheriff explained.

"A letter of apology from Eichen House. Apparently, they've decided to forgive our debt due to, uh . . . Well, you, Lydia and Magenta almost getting murdered."

"They could do that?" Magenta asked. "I should start almost dying in more places often."

"Don't do that. They can do it and they did it." Sheriff Stilinski apprise Magenta.

"I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered." Stiles stated.

"Second that." Magenta agreed.

"Well, we're not out of it yet, but . . .We're going to be okay. And at least for the moment, I can afford to take my son and his girlfriend out to dinner." The Sheriff turned around to face Magenta who was proud of almost being drugged. "Magenta, what's your favorite food?"

"Pizza." Magenta answered before getting up.

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"Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning he said he might be a little late." Stiles told Liam and Magenta. Currently the girl didn't care if she entered the boys locker room.

"Well, how late is late? Is he always late?"

"Late is late." Magenta told the freshman.

"We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game. He. . . . He shouldn't be late." Liam told the two upper class men.

"Who shouldn't be late?" Coach asked.

"Scott and Kira." Liam answered the question that the Lacrosse coach asked.

"Otherwise known as your two best players." Magenta added in.

"They might be slightly late." Stiles also added in.

"What are you doing here, Regina? Never mind. Slightly late is still late. What are they doing?" Coach asked.

"They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late." Stiles answered.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?" Coach asked.

"Scott's dog died." Magenta lied.

"Oh, Coach."

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"Stiles, Liam. Was Coach serious when he said to go onto the field?" Magenta asked, while adjusting her lacrosse gear. "Because this is nothing like soccer."

"You'll do fine." Stiles told his girlfriend while the three sat on the bench.

"They're still not here." Liam worrying stated.

"Okay, what's really going on?" Stiles asked. Magenta used her supernatural smell. "Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours."

"It's fear." Magenta whispered. The three then looked up at the moon.

"Liam, you're gonna be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone." Stiles told the freshman boy.

"You're not worried?" Liam asked.

"You could say that." Magenta replied.

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned." Stiles answered. "Mildly."

Magenta started to put on her gloves on, ignoring the conversation.

"Okay? I've been practicing and Mage was the top soccer player at her old school. We also taught her. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good."

"On the field!" Coach yelled. The game soon started and Stiles was soon knocked over. Magenta and Liam ran towards Stiles.

"Yeah. I'm gonna call Scott again." Stiles told them.

"Seems about time." Magenta told the sarcastic boy.

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Beacon Hills was losing. Coach was mad and Magenta didn't care. And she was going to leave the game with Stiles to go looking for Scott and Kira.

"You're leaving? What are you going to tell Coach?" Liam asked. Stiles and Magenta watched Coach throw his clipboard.

"I wouldn't tell him." Magenta stated.

"Uh, you don't tell him anything. Okay?" Stiles added on, telling Liam. "Liam, you're gonna be okay. All right?" When the whistle was blown.

"I'm sure Brett would keep an eye on you, Liam. And there's nothing to be scared of." Magenta assured the boy before she left to follow her boyfriend. Stiles talked with his dad before he took the couple to find Scott. They left Malia and Augustus.

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The scene was a horrible. Some light bulbs were out, and there broken furniture. It appeared as if someone came into the room and teared it to shreds.

"What the hell happened?" Stiles asked, when they entered Derek's loft.

"Second that question." Magenta commented.

"It was supposed to be a date." Derek told the three new people.

"They were both here?" The Sheriff asked.

"And they're both gone." Braeden apprise them.

"Magenta, mind using your supernatural powers?" Derek asked the only working supernatural creature. Magenta nodded while Stiles was on the phone with Lydia.

"I smell tacos. Dirt. And Berserkers. Lead by a very angry female jaguar." Magenta spoke out loud. "Looks like we're going to Mexico."