Your Power

"This." Your lawyer pushes a set of scissors. Big mistake you chuckle to yourself looking at your old friend. This magical device was handed over to you by a weird guy when you were at your lowest. He explains that you can alter any memory by removing entirely or replacing the said memory with your own, however he explains that you need to be very careful of the power. Once a memory is removed or altered it doesn't mean its gone forever as their may be events leading up to a certain memory. For example if you remove a memory of you and your dad at a baseball game you may have to consider removing the moment of him presenting the tickets to you beforehand. If you don't it may lead to your progress failing and the victim would regain their memories. The other negative is you can't entirely remove all of the users memories as it may leave them immobilize so planning around this device was a bit tricky when you first got your hands on it. However it was your primary way of getting away with crimes.... changing the way someone so innocent into being one of your henchmen was your absolute favorite,

And now this bitch gave me a reason to be excited again. You smirk as your so close into getting back that power and ruling this world again. She notices your smile as she put her dainty hand over your scissors.

"So you do know what this is then? I tried to piece it together as these things wouldn't even leave a scratch nor cut paper." She continues. "Now Mr. Markle-"

"No no, please call me Aiden I don't like such formality." Your face flashes trying to separate yourself from your family name. Ashlyn looks at you with a blank face ignoring your request.

"Now Mr. Markle I feel like this is more appropriate it sets a good client to lawyer relationship." She presses on. "Now tell me why are these scissors so important. And why were you excited to see them?"

"Well I can show you... after all they don't pose a real threat since you got them through security." You reasoned. It seemed like it worked with your lawyer as she slides over the scissors across the metal table letting you grabbed them. They feel familiar in your hands... it feels powerful.

"Well?" She interrupts your inner monologue. What a rude fucking bitch lets change it up. Not letting her realize what a mistake it was giving you back that device. You lunge forward at her feeling your hand get warmed as her eyes went blank suddenly as you make a cutting motion toward her head. The familiar site of seeing a gold cut and tapes of her memories float out right from her mind as she sits there dazed.

"Now your under my control bitch."