Mending Fragments ↠ Isaac Lahey [1]

The Mind Is My Weapon

I spent five minutes in my room after Stiles told me what he witnessed. After that, I had been doing something all the people I know should fear.

I had been plotting.

I had told Lydia Stiles was back and not dead. I was praying it would be her at the door so she would come here and distract Stiles so I could save my best friend.

I also had other schemes.

You know it's not often you meet morally grey people. Despite me saying that, it's becoming a often occurrence for me.

Exhibit A: Derek Hale.

And then I met Chris Argent last week. He looked like a man who wanted to be on the right side of things. That or just protect his daughter.

With a person like Gerard, I don't doubt he'd manage to claw his way into Allison's way into a cruel pattern of thinking.

Besides, Scott and Derek are too panicked and not thinking enough to consider all options right now.

Maybe Peter Hale was right and it was a good thing Derek finally welcomed a genius into his odd group of people.

Now here I was, trying to break into someone's home using a bobby pin and a skill I learned as a child.

I did do an internal cheer when I managed to break into the huge mansion by picking the lock at the front door.

What was going through my mind during this? They should hire me for the next Mission Impossible movie.

Tom Cruise, I'm totally gunning for your job.

Also, I questioned my every move. Should I be doing this? Is this stupid? Am I going to get killed?

I tried to manipulate myself into having optimistic answers to those questions but it wasn't working.

My mind is a concerning place. I'm just thankful only I have to live with my thoughts. Spares everyone else the misery.

I grimaced when I heard the door creak open as I quickly slipped through the small gap and lightly shut the door behind me.

Except all my energy was on the door not making a loud sound when it shut, so I didn't realise someone was standing opposite me.

"Holy—" I stopped myself from cursing in front of an adult and coughed loudly while doing my best to act casual.

I am so dead. This man is going to kill me.

"Why the hell is Stilinski's daughter breaking into my home?" He stood there all tall and broody.

Ugh, I was right. Such a morally grey character. Wow now is not the time to raise my ego.

"Chris Argent," I managed to squeak out while addressing him.

I cleared my throat blinking hard as he held his hand out. Oh crap. I should really try to be more subtle when breaking into someone's home while they're inside it.

In my defence, the place looks like a maze. I was hoping he wasn't even going to hear me in the humongous place that he owns.

I sheepishly placed the bobby pin in his hand while cringing at my stupidity.

I guess I won't be the next Ethan Hunt. What a shame.

He firmly repeated himself when he spoke. "I'm going to ask again and this time I'm going to get an answer. Why are you breaking into my home?"