Run With The Devil

Unseen Waves

Deons pov

I stared out at the city from my office window, the early morning sunlight casting a golden hue over the skyline. I'd been caught up in work, dealing with a slew of details regarding the fallout from the lab. Harper had returned with everything Lyra needed, and I was planning on checking in on her later, but for now, I was focused on a more pressing matter: assessing the aftermath of the lab's destruction and what it meant for my operation.

A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Harper stepped in, her expression unreadable but her eyes carrying the usual sharpness. "Deon," she said, "Lyra's been acting... unusual."

I turned to face her, my curiosity piqued. "Unusual? How so?"

"She's been in her room most of the day," Harper explained, "but she's been restless. I've noticed her pacing and some other strange behavior. I thought you should know."

"Restless how?" I asked, leaning against the edge of my desk. "What exactly has she been doing?"

Harper hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. "There was a moment when she seemed to be in distress. She said she felt a burning sensation and vibrations in her body. It was as if she couldn't control it. Then, she ran-she moved so fast, she was out of sight before we could react."

I frowned. "And where is she now?"

"Last I checked, she was in the garden," Harper said. "I think she needs some time to process whatever is happening to her. It's clear that something is changing."

I nodded, absorbing the information. It wasn't surprising that she was experiencing something like this. The lab's experiments had pushed her to the edge, but I had hoped the transition to a new environment would be smoother. Clearly, it was not.

"I'll handle it," I said, dismissing Harper with a nod. "Thank you for keeping me informed."

Harper left, and I remained alone in the office, my thoughts racing. I needed to see her, to understand what she was going through. I couldn't afford to have her spiral out of control. Not only because of what she might do, but because of what she meant to the bigger picture of my plans.

I walked down the corridor toward the garden, the silence of the mansion enveloping me. I was eager to see how she was faring. As I approached the garden, I saw her standing alone, the early morning light casting a soft glow over her. She looked different-there was a certain intensity in her stance, a new energy that seemed to radiate from her.

"Lyra," I called out as I walked closer, my voice calm but firm. "How are you feeling?"

She turned to face me, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and apprehension. I could see the remnants of the turmoil she'd been through. Her breathing was still heavy, her expression one of guarded curiosity.

"I-" she started, but then hesitated, her gaze shifting away.

"You don't need to say anything if you're not ready," I said, coming to a stop a few feet from her. "But I need you to understand that whatever you're experiencing, you're not alone. We can figure this out together."

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something like hope-or perhaps relief. "I don't understand what's happening to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is just... different."

"It's natural to feel that way," I said, trying to offer reassurance. "Change can be overwhelming. What's important now is that you trust yourself and trust me. We'll work through this."

I took a step closer, careful not to invade her space. "I'm here to help you. Whatever you need, just ask. You're safe now, and we'll get through this transition together."

She nodded slowly, though she still seemed uncertain. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I just-"

I cut her off gently. "No need to thank me yet. We have a lot to figure out, and I need you to stay focused. Your abilities are extraordinary, but they also come with challenges. We'll handle them as they come."

She looked at me with a newfound seriousness, nodding. "Okay."

I glanced around the garden, noting how the light played across her features, and then back at her. There was an unspoken understanding between us now.

"Take some time to adjust," I said, starting to turn away. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be in my office."

As I walked back towards the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling that the true test was just beginning. Lyra was a variable I hadn't fully accounted for, and her powers were evolving faster than anticipated.

I had to stay ahead, not just for the sake of my operation, but for her as well. There were forces at play that neither of us fully understood yet, and navigating them would require all the skill and intuition I could muster.

The city sprawled before me, the sun climbing higher, and I knew that the challenges ahead would test us both in ways we couldn't yet imagine.