The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
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(Outfit Reminder)
The night had came and Scott had asked Deaton to help us out and give us a place for us to enter the mind of Isaac. Scott, Stiles and Derek, pour full bags of ice into a metal tub. Deaton and I, stand next to Isaac in the back door way, watching them fill the tub. A four candles were placed to the left of the tub, on the metal counter, ready to be used.
"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly..." Deaton paused for a moment as he searched for the right word to use. "Comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, it will allow Alice to enter your mind and put you in a trance-like state,"
"Like being hypnotised?" Isaac had asked me, his eyes on the tub as we walk towards it.
"Yes. The spell will allow me too keep you under, and you'll be half transformed as well. It will allow me to access your subconscious mind," I state to Isaac as we neared the tub, he crouches down and rests his arms on the side, looking at the water with ice-cubes floating around.
"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott had asked, clearly worried for Isaac.
"Very slow," Deaton had answered, as the spell needed his heart rate slow to take affect at all.
"Okay, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek had asked, wanting to know if Isaac will be live after this.
"Nearly dead," I replied sheepishly, as eyes locked onto me. I see Isaac place his hand on top of the water and quickly draws back as it was freezing.
"It's safe, though, right?" Isaac had asked, his eyes looking up at me.
"Do you want me to answer truthfully?" I state to him as their are many ways this can go wrong for him and I. You cannot effect one person and not the other.
"No. No, not really," he replied, as he didn't want to know. Out of no where, a rubber glove snaps, making all our eyes shoot over to Stiles who was wearing a sleeve long glove.
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We all give him a deep lingering look, none of us breaking eye contact with him. "What?" He asked, his face dropped from it's little smirk he had. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he frowns in defeat, before taking off the glove and throwing it onto the side.
