Ben, Telepathy, Reno
In the darkness, Ben's senses were far more attuned than usual. This was, like every kidnapping, a delicate operation. The world around him seemed much more real. He could hear every creak of in the house, the sighing breaths of Ember's parents down the hall, could feel the smooth, slightly grainy wood of the door to her bedroom under his hand. He gave it a light push, watching it swing open.
Wide pupils, picking up every bit of light, every tiny reflection, saw the whites of her eyes through the shadows of that room. "She's awake." He said, voice low, and no doubt menacing to her.
The two stepped in, Ben's partner pulling on a pair of gloves. "Right." Ben said, voice still low and soft, "There are two ways we can do this, Ember. You can come with us quietly. Or I can make you come with us quietly. And believe me when I say that, because I can take over your mind any time I want..." In fact, he couldn't just do that instantaneously. But it would be better if she believed that to be so. At most, what he could do from where he stood was give her a sensory overload - which had a chance of stopping her from screaming, and a chance of making her do just that. Still, we can probably handle the parents...
He reached out towards her mind, seeking to read it, wanting to know if she posed any threat at all to them. What is your power, Ember Jenkins?
