Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00022 ➳ Mastermind

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Lyn Hall's POV - 26 / 06 / 2014 : B.H.H.S

I burst through the doors, my finger tips brushing against her delicate neck, her heart beat jumping alight with surprise as her eyes widened. She was suddenly held against the wall, my fingertips dangling in the air as she tried to move. My body stood back as my eyes watched with interest, a purple aura aglow upon my coloured skin, the ecstatic energy flowing from my fingers and then threw the space between myself and the helpless girl.

"Let go," Russ's wispy voice reached my keen ears, as I blinked immediately lowering my arm and breaking the bond. Leaving the young girl struggling for air. 

"Holy crap," Lydia surprisingly gaped, "That was awesome!" I sent her a raised eyebrow look, before my eyes cast a curious glance between the open palm's off my hand which lay emitted with a faint purple glow.

"I'm not sure it was awesome Lydia," I whispered delicately, "I'd say it's dangerous, whatever it was, it was dangerous." My reflection in the mirror terrified me as my eyes swirled with a everlasting darkness, the whites of my eyes sinking beneath the eerie blackness and in that moment there was no doubt in my mind. I had no control.

I swivelled around as blue splotches began to resurface. "I thought you said you lost your-" John's voice dropped to a whisper, "powers." I raised my hands above my head, shaking my head. 

"Believe me I thought I had." I knew I was being vague but in all honesty it was getting harder and harder to explain my dilemma to any sane person. John raised his eyebrows at me before dragging me out of the inclosed investigation room.

"What did she say? What has she said?" I pressed, placing my heated palms on the Sheriff's desk.

"Hard to tell. There were words. I'm not sure there were actual sentences." John replied, as Lydia turned away with her eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Nothing." 

"I think we need a psychologist. Or a medium." John said as he bought the phone to his ear. 

"I don't think we need a psychologist." I whispered. 

"What do you mean?" Lydia asked a she turned to face me. I bit my lip, averting my eyes as I began to think indepthly on how I was to express my idea. 

"What if-" I paused grimacing towards John, "What if we were to use force?" 

"Force! No." John exclaimed with reluctance. 

"Oh no, no. Not that force although I do enjoy it. No." I stressed across that that was not what I had mean't. "I mean using compulsion?" 

"Compulsion is that some kind of voodoo mental witchy spell?" John asked his eyebrows furrowed as Lydia rubbed her chin thoughtfully. 

"Compulsion: the act of compelling; the state or condition of being compelled. Psychology: a strong, usually irresistible impulse to perform an act, especially one that is irrational or contrary to one's will." Lydia whispered with triumph in her eyes. 

"Yes that. If my supernatural beings have indeed returned then I should be able to summon the will power to intern compel her to tell us all of her dirty little secrets." John nodded slowly, strugglingly to understand what was to happen to his, 'person of interest,' if you will.