Chapter Three

“MACKENZIE, YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!” a voice suddenly screamed from next door. They all leaned out their rooms to see a girl who looked slightly younger than Martin storm out of the room next to James’. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” she hollered, leaning on the banister of the terrace and looking down.

Martin groaned. “Excuse me,” he muttered to Matt, before going over to the girl. “Cali, we have guests. She can’t have done anything that bad.”

The girl turned to face him, and hey saw her face properly for the first time. The furious, heavily black-lined dark blue eyes, the long light brown hair tied back in a high pony tail so her natural highlights glinted, the anger lining every angle of her slim face. “She hacked into my computer, M. Go ahead, tell me that’s nothing.” She had a Scottish accent, but Matt wasn’t sure of its origin.

Martin sighed, “Stay here. I’ll go talk to her.”

The girl snorted with obviously laughter, “Not likely. She sent emails to all my contacts!” Matt noticed another boy coming out of a door further down. He shook his head in amusement. He had short, dark brown hair, and piercing light brown eyes, and Matt could tell he was strong simply by looking at his arms.

“Kenz has to stop giving her reasons to hate her,” he commented in a Welsh accent. “Brendan McKinlay.”

“Matt Willis.” They had all gathered together, so James and Charlie made similar introductions. “What d’you mean?” Matt asked him.

“Cali Roberts’ a Demon, right? She had a magical malfunction at birth and ended up looking like Stacey Mackenzie, a Human. She sounds like her too. Cali’s actually Norwegian. And the stammers due to Stacey.”

“What stammer?” James asked.

“Doesn’t show when she’s screaming.”

“She’s from Norway?” Matt stared at the girl again. “You’re kidding. Where’s the other one from, then?”

“Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital.”

The two further down suddenly stopped arguing, and the girl called Cali leaned over the terrace. “Mackenzie, you fucker!”

They all moved to the banister and peered over. “What?” a girl wearing a cap called up innocently. Matt started at the fact that her voice, although less enraged, was exactly the same as Cali’s.

“That’s Stacey,” Brendan said, just in case any of them were too damn stupid to work that out.

“YOU HACKED MY SHITTING COMPUTER!”

Stacey put a hand to her chest in mock insult, “What? How can you say such a thing?”

“YOU, BITCH!!” Cali yelled. She extended a hand over the banister and Matt watched in astonishment as a jet of water shot out her palm. It soaked Stacey. It was completely surreal.

“Hydro Demon,” Brendan informed them. “Kenz won’t let her get away with that.”

“How d’you know?” James asked.

“If she always let Cali get away with her revenge, they would never fight.” Brendan nodded, “There she goes.” Downstairs, Stacey had moved over to a glass panel in the wall and was pushing various parts of it.

“What is that?” Charlie queried.

“That’s the houses computer panel. That’s the main one, anyway. It controls electricity, music output-“The sprinklers came on, soaking all of them. “Sprinklers,” Brendan added grimly.

Matt turned to the others as two girls downstairs began to squeal about their hair. “We’re being protected by maniacs!”