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11. Unexpected Visitor
Bon Jovi blared from portable speakers and Lyn hummed along as she got out of the shower, donning black underwear and a black camisole. She was reaching for her jeans when she caught a reflection in the mirror and whirled to see who cast it.
It was a young man in his early twenties, around half a foot taller than Lyn. His black hair was shaggy and stuck out in every direction. His face was still the same as the last time she had seen it; his jaw even still set in that same stubborn line, the one he had worn when he had thrown his sisters out an open window before turning to face three other warlocks alone.
Everything was still the same except his eyes. They had been brown then just like their father's – almost as dark as his hair, and full of every emotion imaginable. He had known he was going to die to give his mother and little sisters time to get away. He would never get the chance to rescue Lisa from the Mill, who had caught her a few months before. That had been his only regret.
Now, though, his eyes were glazed over with a smoky blue, staring blankly out of his face in an expression the real Scott Elumo had never worn. Because he wasn't Scott Elumo anymore.
The Darkling's mouth opened in something like a cry; Lyn was completely frozen as it disappeared into the smoke. It, not he. It wasn't her brother. It wasn't. It was just Kyle screwing with her.
Suddenly, all the fury that had built up over the past year came pouring out of her in a torrent. She couldn't control it; she had no will to control herself now.
The mirrors smashed first – the whole row of mirrors in front of the sinks, one shattered by Lyn's fist, the rest by an explosive burst of The Power. The shower glass was next, caught in the shockwave like the mirrors. Restraint shattered just like the glass, Lyn started lashing out at everything around her – knocking the sinks off the wall, turning the wooden stalls into splinters, attacking even the wall itself until cracks ran like spiderwebs up and across it.
"What the hell?!" Pogue muttered to himself as he walked up the stairwell in the dorms. Realizing it was coming from the floor he was standing in front of, he broke into a run, heading for the source of the noise. What he found was the girls' bathroom and Lyn, with flying pieces of many objects spinning around the room like they were possessed, some almost hitting him.
"Lyn!" He ran up to stand in front of her and froze for a second when he saw her eyes. She looked mad, and not just in the angry sense; in the totally insane sense, too. She seemed completely gone.
He placed his hands on either side of her face. "Lyn, look at me! You have to calm down! Come on, look at me!"
Lyn didn't actually notice when he put his hands on her face but his voice was loud in her ears because he was almost yelling to be heard over the noise the moving objects were making. A bit of the madness seeped out of her eyes but they still looked a little lost. Everything froze in midair. "Pogue? What are you doing here?"
"I heard noises coming from down here and found you like this." He realized that his hands were still on her face and he dropped them, looking around at the floating debris of what once was the girls' bathroom.
"… Oh," Lyn said blankly, then blinked and her eyes changed back to green; everything fell around her and the sound made her jump. She stared around incredulously, like she hadn't realized what she was doing until that instant. "Unelanvhi… Okay, okay…"
Both hands caught in her still-wet hair, pulling the front of it back from her face. They were a little shaky and her face was more than a little pale. "Okay, uh, you and your friends have to hole up somewhere, now. And I have to figure out where my freaking phone went in this mess and call Jordan."
"Lyn, stop! What the hell is going on?!"
"I told you!" Lyn exploded suddenly, nearly spearing him on her fingernail as she poked him in the chest hard. "I told you, but you all had to be stupid, overconfident warlocks!" She hissed the word like it was an expletive, or at least the worst name she could think of to call him. "They're coming, that's what's going on! Kyle just sent me a Darkling, and it had to be Kyle because he's the only sadistic creep who can make a Darkling look like Scott, which means they're within a fifty-mile radius and if you don't freaking listen to me, you're gonna die!"
Pogue sighed and ran a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath. "Alright – I'm calling the guys. We'll meet you at Caleb's family's old house." He pulled out his phone as he left the room, calling Caleb.
Lyn had to restore most of the room before she finally located her cell phone and then she had to fix it, too, because it had also been smashed. If she hadn't been in such a hurry, she wouldn't have cared, because a part of her knew she couldn't leave the place like this or it would be suspicious, anyway.
Jordan was number one on speed dial. The only number on speed dial now, actually. Lyn hated to break up her sister's date, but if Jordan got mad about it, at least that meant she was still alive.