Alexander Erik Fictorio
In the Fictorio estate, I sit in my lavish and rustic study, surrounded by forms and documents pertaining to the territorial wars my family was facing, and the resulting damages- all brought on by the impending war. I was in the middle of filling out some paperwork when my right hand man, Victor, burst into the lavish study with urgency, "Boss- it's that girl you asked our media team to monitor. You need to see-"
With a wave of my hand telling Victor to proceed, I cut him off, "Show me."
Victor brings a smartphone over to my desk to show a new video that had been posted to Inaru's page. At first glance, it was an ordinary fanfiction skit, but my eyes narrow in analytical suspicion as I continue to watch, leaning forward to rest my elbows on the dark mahogany desk. It was a fanfiction animatic of some sort... but the information about energy and vibration within were too close to the truth to be mere coincidence... and the little tidbit about her being four types of starseed matched with an old C.I.A. experiment that had failed because the subject couldn't be found... Could it be? Was this woman the product of Project Starlight that had disappeared eight years ago?
My emerald eyes darken with interest as they flick up to meet with the deep blue gaze of my right hand man, "I want every bit of information on this woman- hack her devices, check with the three letter agencies, use every resource available- but do not breathe a word of her work. Understand? This woman might be more than she appears... and if my intuition is correct, she will be a valuable asset."
Inaru Hanshite
I sit next to my husband as I work on the fanfiction series I had begun writing weeks ago. The storyline was well thought out and woven carefully so as to not take away from the original works. My characters were worked into the original storylines without taking away from the original characters' journeys or growth- I was also careful not to change any of the original characters to fit my story. I do this out of respect for the characters and their stories- because to me, they are real. Their stories, their journeys, their adventures, struggles, pains, and triumphs are all real within their own realities- and so I try to respect them by writing entirely platonic fanfictions. More than this, however, these stories are all a part of Project Muse- my personal mission to bring truth to the public and allow them to break free of the mind control our society has been placed under. Some of them feature information and tidbits to teach people how to access their own energies- allowing them to reclaim what the elites had stolen.
My husband doesn't believe in my cause- he thinks it is all an act of chunnibyo... but it isn't, and I wonder how he will react to finding out it is all very much real. He's had connections with the underground for years- or so he claims. It's hard to believe this because he hardly leaves the couch to do anything other than work or sleep. We have one close friend that visits from time to time that also claims to have a friend in the underground- now Brad, I believe. He very much has that sort of energy about him and some of his actions do seem rather secretive, so I am inclined to believe my friend. My husband also carries the energy signature of someone who has dealt with the mafia in the past, but again, Ethan hardly does anything- how can someone have such an adventurous past but now be glued to a tv screen 24/7? It makes no sense!
Either way, I am aware of the danger my project brings to me and our family... but I can't let that stop me. It doesn't frighten me to know what could lay ahead for me- rather, it excites me. For 26 years, I've been stuck in place, dreaming of adventure- and feeling the energetic pull of destiny drawing closer day by day. I've had an energy spying on me for some time now, with occasional energetic attacks. That tells me I've caught their attention... and that my project is working- otherwise, they wouldn't even look my way. What they don't know is that I have Borderline Personality Disorder- if they want to really scare me, they're going to have to make an obvious move in the physical. Because I can't trust my own mind, and subtle doesn't work on me- it'll go right over my head. If they want to get a message across, they'll have to approach me directly- and they'll have to avoid being drawn in when they do... because everyone I meet either loves me for my quirkiness, or hates me for the way I challenge perspectives and standards.
A shout erupts from my husband as he misses a shot in Call of Duty, making me jump and drawing me out of my work. I shoot an annoyed glare at him- he always rages at the game with no regard to those around him, despite the many talks we'd had about that. I glance the time and realize it was almost time for the bus to drop my daughter off from school. Putting a wireless earbud in my left ear, I tell Ethan, "Imma step outside and wait for the bus."
He doesn't respond as I move toward the door, grabbing my makeshift bo-staff. It was always this way- he will ignore me until he either gets hungry or horny. As I struggle to cook dinner with our daughter acting particularly unruly, I ask him for help, but all he does is make her sit down. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turn my attention back to cooking, only for Rose to start jumping around and messing with everything in sight once more. Finally, dinner is served and I manage to get my daughter into bed with little to no help from Ethan.
Feeling extremely annoyed and highly frustrated, I settle on the couch with my laptop to continue working on the Zodia Choronicles while attempting to ignore Ethan's shouting at the game, a deep warm longing settling into my chest as I typed.