control • theo raeken [1]

twenty-two. amplification

Luna

AFTER DEATON WAS ABLE to tell me all he knew about how I was evolving and different ways to cope with it, he advised me to stay as far away from Theo as I could be if I didn't want a repeat of the night before. I told him that I would once I got my family journals back from him. If I was going to figure out what I was turning into, it would be easier if I could know what my ancestors knew. It was the only thing left that would be able to tell me my family history since I had no one else around. That night when I got home, I found a surprise in my bed. On top of my pillows laid the pile of journals with a note on top.

It read, "sorry for the inconvenience. you don't have to rip my throat out now. theo. ps. still up for round two if you want it."

Did that stop me from wanting to rip his throat out? No. But now I had my family journals back and I could finally get started. The only bad part is now Theo either knew exactly what I was going to be evolving into or these journals proved to be an absolute waste of time. Which I wouldn't be able to tell until I read it all since there was no way Theo would tell me. Not wanting to wait to read the journals, I sat on the edge of my bed and started with the first book on the pile.

"It's June 1995..."

I whisper to myself, "This is going to be a long night."

The next morning, I stop at a fast food restaurant and order their strongest coffee, even though I hate coffee with a burning passion, to keep me awake. It was too early to head to the store to buy energy drinks so I had to settle for a cup of coffee. Actually, I'd bought four cups of them and was already on my second one, but that was beside the point. Staying up all through the night proved to be a poor decision when the sun was rising and I realized I had school in a few short hours. But I had read all but one of the journals, which dates back to around the late 1700s. From what I've read, each journal is written by each person who is born with the light blue hair and so far each person is a male. The odds of this last one being a woman is seven to one since there are only eight journals to read through.

I drive over to Scott's house for a meeting. Stiles and him have come up with a plan to rescue Lydia from Eichen House. They'd talked with Deaton about Dr. Valak's treatment of other patients with supernatural abilities and were shown a pile of photos of each of his experiments' deaths. This was the only proof they needed to come together and think up a plan that was more than likely to fail to save our friend. Before I left the house I'd thrown on a loose, white sweater and ripped jeans with my usual sneakers because I could not be bothered to care about my appearance. Which reminds me of a time when I showed up to school in a red shirt and stained up, grey sweatpants in seventh grade-and it turned out to be picture day.

Pulling into Scott's driveway, it's obvious I'm the last person to be showing up for this "very important meeting" that Stiles will be reminding to me the moment I walk into the house. I sling the strap of my bag over my head and grab the remaining three cups of coffee. When I enter the house, Stiles doesn't disappointment in reminding me how important the meeting is. I roll my eyes as I drop my bag in the single chair and step into the dining room.

"Yes, I know this, Stiles," I say irritably.

"Then, you should've been here ten minutes ago," he says just as irritable as me.

I hold up the cup holder holding three cups of steaming coffee, "I had to get reinforcements." Liam goes to grab one, but I pull it out of his reach. "These are mine. I haven't slept in two and a half days."

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" Kira asks, her face showing concern.

"Well, last night, I found these on my bed," I explain, returning to my bag to fetch the journal inside. I hold it up as I bring it back to the table. "I spent the night reading all but this one."