April 27, 2013
Chase Control

Sorry for posting this a day late. This week I was extra busy with work from the Protectorate chasing down a mental dominator. As soon as I was briefed on the situation I called in Myron Nath. I figured we would fight fire with fire, so to speak. The dominator was supposed to be a man named Malcolm Jonovich. In all honesty I suppose that still may be the case.

Myron and I were hot on Malcolm's trail. We drove him into an alley. I hate to admit this, but the maneuver is straight out of countless efforts of the O.S.I.R. to capture me. The difference is that while we expected the worst we were there to talk to him first. He turned to face us and I could tell something was off. He was panting, and sweating, and his eyes were narrowed, but it was more a look of pain than one of anger or hate. Something about his demeanor was calm. I spared a quick look at Myron and he gave me a terse head shake.

I stood up straighter and gave my arms a shake before standing as calmly as I could with my heart still racing from the chase. Malcolm didn't change. He didn't speak, advance, or retreat toward either of the corners. He just stood there panting a little less and a little less. His arms were held out defensively. Myron ordered him to calm down. He did it with more than his words, but Malcolm didn't respond.He tried again with still no response. Myron turned to me and said, "I can't control this man. Someone else is already doing that."

Apparently two people can't dominate the same person. You might think they could give alternating and conflicting commands, but no. It's like there are two people in there at once and there's no more room. We were about to discuss what to do, while still warily watching the man before us, when he dropped to his knees and this look of fear settled onto his face. He began begging us not to hurt him. Whatever instructions he'd been given or influence had been inside him had gone away or concluded.

To sum things up quickly this man wasn't Malcolm. He didn't remember anything out of the ordinary. He couldn't be certain of when he didn't remember things, like he wasn't present for them. We hadn't been chasing him long enough to pinpoint when the change might have occurred. We checked his identification and I apologized for the confusion and the menace of our questions. Myron was uncomfortable with it, but I made him make the man believe we were police detectives and we told him again we were sorry for the mistake and then we let him go.

Tags: identification, Malcolm Jonovich, mental domination, Myron Nath, O.S.I.R., The Protectorate.