Alexander Erik Fictorio
My eyes are glued to the screen as I watch Inaru's latest music video. It isn't the best quality- clearly made with low end software, but it was good for what it was. Her voice rang out strongly, in tune with the guitar as it carried a potent energy of restlessness and anger mixed with determination and longing. It made my heart race and filled me with an almost need for change. As swiftly as it had come, the feeling disappeared, fading away along with the last notes of her voice. Her energy always made my heart pound with a primal need. I had been watching her for some time- not only technological surveillance, but I had also been discreetly watching her through an energetic connection.
This woman was a spitfire, but she was so incredibly soft- it was an odd and unheard of combination. Inaru was the most multifaceted person I had ever seen. Intense and full of depth, she was wise and kind, but she was also intelligent and could figure out the most abstract of mysteries, given enough time. She was odd, though- the things she believed in, the way she saw the world was somehow both wise and idealistic. She seemed to hold a love and understanding for even the darkest of beings, but she would still fight for what she believed in. With such a multifaceted personality and an incredibly potent energy, how could I not want to make her my own? Inaru could make me an incredibly powerful man- not only that, but there was a strange beauty in her eccentric sense of fashion. She seemed somehow both ageless and timeless, and her features did not give way to any certain nationality.
Her online activity wasn't consistent- and if anyone were to analyze her videos, they would learn how she saw the world and the things she felt and held dear. She seemed to be genuine in every face, and according to the report his men had gathered on the woman, she had led a sheltered and dysfunctional life- from her childhood to her current marriage. The poor woman didn't know what real love felt like- that would either make her an easy target or a handful to crack.
As I close my eyes and focus on the connection between our energies, I sense that she has become aware of my presence and I am pulled from my body into her mental domain yet again. She's gotten stronger, it seems, much stronger. The hands of her astral form move in a practiced series of motions as music begins to play from everywhere and nowhere at once. She always attacks when she feels my presence- I almost had her thinking we were soul mates at one point several months prior. I suppose had I made a move in the physical then, she would have fallen for me hook line and sinker, but there is something appealing about the idea of making such a powerful and enigmatic woman submit to me.
The mental space fills with a cosmic setting full of stars, nebuli, and shifting planets. An advanced looking tech-scythe is suddenly in her hands as Inaru's astral form begins to dance, attacking with abstract strikes and moves only seen in anime. She fired what seemed to be stars and supernova at me, dancing around as if we were dueting an interpretive dance. All the while, her voice rang out in song and I could feel my Chakras being affected. She was forcing me to feel the emotions she had felt toward and because of me. The mixture was powerful and intense, nearly overwhelming me and causing my hand to clutch my chest in the physical. As she tossed me into a black hole, I was blasted out of her mind once again.
Breathing heavily, I catch my bearings, a devious smirk widening across my lips, my emerald eyes gleaming with excitement. This would be a fun chase.