Adrianne chapter 1 part 2

Adrianne knew it was going to happen.

The guilt stroke her upon waking up.

Yesterday they went to the mall.

To a meeting.

With the Cromlovin association.

Alex was surprised.

At the meeting, he asked,

“So, what exactly are you doing here? Fighting against the bad guys? The Inner Eye association? Wow, never heard of ‘em.”

“Great, child.” Said Rodriguez,

“I haven’t exactly heard of you as well.”

You could see the hurt in Alex’s eyes, though benign.

“Hey, not fair! Don’t call me “child” first off, I’m not 5, I’m turning 28 at June.”

Samira smiled.

“Ok, little lion,” she uttered softly. “You’re not yet 30, and I’m 55. So, what? You’re still young.”

Adrianne rolled her eyes. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with them because she knew them from childhood, and because she was mildly annoyed.

“Can we just move on, please? I want to get straight to business. Alex doesn’t even know what you do.”

“I’ll explain.” A young teenager with a side bangs approached, quietly speaking. “I’m Mara. I’m in Cromlovin since I was eight. And before you even start asking, Alex, I’m here from that young of an age because my father was kidnapped by the Inner eye association. I was able to rescue him, after Rodriguez approached me.”

She sipped some water, closing her eyes slowly.

“I was just eight, but mature for my age. I’ve experienced things no one should have been through. Before… huh, before they kidnapped my dad, they tried to kill me. I somehow got away. And-“

“You did not ‘somehow got away’, darling, and that’s exactly the material of which you’re supposed to tell Alex.”

Mara blinked. Twice. “Oh-ok. Yea, I’m getting there now.” “But would he even believe me?” She whispered unto Samira’s ear. Samira smiled at her.

“Hmm. Well, imagine that you’re thinking about something, and it materialises. Like manifestation. Do you know what manifestation is?”

“Duh,” Alex grinned, “everyone knows what manifestation is. It’s everywhere.”

“Yea, but not the new age regular kind of manifestation,” said Rodriguez, “It’s an, ‘I-think-it, I-got-it’ kind of thing. Even things that you never knew existed.” “Like, what?” Alex raised a brow in concentration. “Like, spiritual stuff.” Said Mara, “like layers of reality being materialised into reality.

Like creating and jumping into timelines that are surprisingly real that they hit home in a way you remembered just upon manifesting them. These kinds of stuff.”

“So, you’re basically God almighty,” Alex stared straight at Rodriguez with suspicion, his hands crossed.

“No, not at all” Rodriguez said slowly. “Think about it that way: we all have a piece of God, and we’re just amplifying and excelling it. It’s not things that never existed, it’s reality like you never knew, and it’s all around you.”

“They’re right, Alex”, Adrianne’s voice cracked, “they’re not telling tales.”

A feeling of anger arose in Alex’s chest. “So, I’m the dumb one? I’ve experienced life a certain way, which is just not it? What is it, “Truman’s show”? What am I, living a lie?”

“Like I said, you’re 27, not 67.” Said Samira. “You’ve never said that.” Alex replied, still angry.

“Look, I know the whole thing is just weird,” Adrianne spoke softly, “but can’t you see that life is just something we’re unveiling in each step, bit by bit? That life isn’t what we thought it to be? Alex, no one lied to you. You’re still young. We’re still young. There’s still a lot to uncover.”

“So, tell me.” He turned to Rodriguez, “what is it exactly that you do? With those ‘amplified manifestations’, whatever? Just say it. Spit it out. This story’s long.”

“Patience, dear,” Samira touched his shoulders lightly but firmly, “patience, Alex.”

Mara sighed. “Sorry, Sam, but the length of the story is too much, and patience ain’t shit, here. In one sentence and a half: The Inner Eye is a cult, they’re using the third eye and occultism to do bad in the world, and they want to recruit Adrianne to go on and initiate a huge wave of murder. WE’RE stopping them. That’s what is.”

Alex’s jaw dropped.

“Oh-oh.”