With speed and grit, the scene burst to life as Annie gripped the wheel, her focus sharp as a hawk’s gaze. The engine roared like a beast unleashed, propelling the SUV through the streets with purpose.
Rose, noticing that their driver was preoccupied, urged Annie to put down her phone and concentrate on the road.
Annie ignored Rose, she had her own orders to fulfill. She finished dialing her phone and slipped a Bluetooth into her ear, a wormhole to an already urgent conversation.
Rose wriggled into the front seat and used the extra leg room to reach her handcuffs beneath her feet to the front of her body, and allow her hands to rest much more comfortably in her lap. While in route, Annie provided The coveted Organization a verbal report of their current situation; she told of the accidental procurement of Theodore, the direct fire at Rose’s house, and now the perilous flight away from danger and into the unknown. Annie’s tone on the phone caused the atmosphere to lay heavy with the weight of their impending predicament.
Theodore, having seen Rose’s clever maneuver to sit correctly, also attempted to bring his hands to the front of his body. However, he was much, much larger and he struggled to get his wrists around his hips. The task was much harder than he expected, having to contort and leverage his body against itself. Rose observed him over her shoulder with amusement, letting the struggle play out without intervention.
Suddenly, Rose’s tranquil demeanor shattered like glass dropped on an annoyingly hard tile floor. Her eyes fixated on Annie, and her voice pierced the air in a shrill scream, a desperate demand to find another way. Rose closed her eyes to focus, to use her gift of clairvoyance and see within her mind.
Rose shrieked at the top of her lungs, “45%!” Her voice aghast with emotion as she awoke from her trance and came crashing back into reality. It was a race against time and reason, a struggle between calculated risk and fear of the afterlife.
They had made their way to a small town by the river. The moment bore fruit on the corner of 42nd and Jefferson Street as Annie maneuvered the car into a narrow alleyway and stared into the dead end ahead.
Rose’s desperation deepened, she yanked on the door handle, trying to escape while the car was motionless, but Annie had the child-locks engaged and denied her exit. Theodore, who had finally managed to right-side his hands, remained an outsider to the unfolding drama in the front seats.
“Please Annie, don’t do this, those maps are ancient,” but Rose’s pleas landed on deaf ears as Annie accelerated towards the tall brick wall that stood at the end of the street. Seeing the encroaching wall, Theodore echoed Rose’s alarm, but Annie remained resolute in her course.
As they sped forward, just as they hit what should have been certain death, the wall dissolved before their very eyes; a veil pulled back to reveal a paradise of color and serenity. A smile cut across Annie’s face as they barreled through the gate, their ears whomped and rang as they jumped 1200 miles away into a field, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
The quiet beauty enveloped them, a balm for their frayed nerves. The contrast was stark, from the speeding chaos to the tranquil rustling of grass and the soft whispers of a breeze.
Annie threw her hands into the air and let out a loud hoot of joy. She looked back at Theodore with a devilish glint in her eye. “Super old tech’ she said, “the gate is only solid to objects moving slower than 88 miles per hour.” Annie’s eyes shone with new life as though she had been reborn.
Annie tried to start the engine but the battery was completely dead. “We walk,” she said and stepped into the flowery field.
Theodore and Rose walked back to Roses house. They turned a corner and saw Rose’s house on fire! It was a scary sight. Fire trucks and police cars were there, but they couldn’t go closer. Rose tried to get past the security line, but she couldn’t. The cops held her back.
Theodore noticed a person in black. He felt worried. The people who had taken him before, were back. He felt trapped. Rose and Theodore knew they had to do something. They decided to fight the police so they could get arrested by the good guys and not caught by the bad guys.
They struggled with the police to cause trouble, trying to get away, but not really. They toyed with the police until they were finally caught them. They were put into the back of a police car. The police officer was talking, but they couldn’t hear him through the closed door.
Inside the car, it was hot and cramped. They were trapped, there was no way out.
“Now what?” Rose asked.
Theodore didn’t know what to do. He was scared.
Suddenly, there were explosions and Rose’s insight told her one was coming close. She warned Theodore just in time. The car windows shattered into tiny pieces, but they were safe.
A black SUV pulled up next to them. It was their chance to escape. Rose jumped out of the broken window, even with her hands still tied. Theodore followed her, less gracefully… and they both climbed headfirst into the SUV.
Annie was driving the SUV. She was calm and told them to hold on. The car sped away from the chaos, leaving the fire and danger behind.
The wind rushed past them as they left the troubles behind. They sat quietly for awhile, speechless.
In the hearth-room of Annie’s house, Theodore’s voice wove a tale that danced between reality and the extraordinary. Rose and Annie listened, their expressions a mixture of skeptical disbelief and cautious intrigue. After all, Rose possessed her own unique powers, so the idea of the extraordinary wasn’t foreign to them. However, the concept of a starportal, a phenomenon that fused time and space allowing one to pass through, seemed to push the boundaries of even their imagination.
“I promise, I’m telling the truth,” Theodore said, the urgency in his voice hinting at the seriousness of his words. Annie’s arched eyebrow betrayed her incredulity, prompting him to continue his narrative but Annie took the lead, her voice steady as she explained her affiliation with “The Organization.”
Annie’s transparency in discussing how they monitored people with unique abilities was a revelation that Theodore found both creepy and strangely comforting. In this hidden realm, where extraordinary was the norm, the boundaries of sanity were blurred. “Crazy,” Annie remarked with a wry smile, “is just part of the job.”
In the midst of their conversation, distant sirens wailed. No one in the room noticed.
Annie continued, explaining the device which she called an archive, – a watch-like gadget worn on the wrist that captured stories and events of significance with the help of a few watchers. The archive was a sentinel, listening to the darkness for echoes of the extraordinary.
Theodore’s fingers traced the contours of the device, an unnatural connection forming between him, Annie, and the mysterious organization she represented.
As the tale wound to its precipice, Rose’s impatience got the best of her. “Finish your story,” she demanded, her voice a mixture of urgency and intrigue. Her gaze locked onto Theodore, her curiosity insatiable.
Theodore cleared his throat, drawing a deep breath to steady himself. “I managed to escape with help,” he admitted, his words carrying the weight of a memory etched in fire. “The blonde girl, she helped me, and then everything spun into chaos.”
He recounted the blurred frenzy of the fight between the cat-like human and the woman in black. His words painted a swirling picture, the clash of strength and strategy interwoven like a tapestry of conflict. The moments were carved into his mind, as vivid as the reality he had lived. Theodore’s eyes flickered, drawn to the memory of the blonde girl freeing him from his restraints.
“How did you get a car then?” Rose interjected.
Theodore’s lips curled in. “The portal spit me out behind a store, and I stole an old ladies car while she was loading her groceries.”
Annie and Rose looked at each other.
“It wasn’t my best moment,” Theodore trailed off.
Annie’s gaze held a warmth that contrasted with the mysteries she represented. “You’re not alone in this, Theodore,” she assured him. The archive lay on his wrist, It symbolized a bridge between worlds, a path that held promise.
The trio’s shared moment was punctuated by the distant wail of sirens, a reminder that the world outside held its own secrets and uncertainties. As Theodore’s story unfolded, the boundaries of his reality expanded, and the promise of the unknown called to him, like a beckoning whisper echoing through the corridors of fate.
In a land near or far, Walked Rose and a boy, no name for a star. To Annie’s house they made their way, What would happen? Who could say?
Rose burst in with fiery might, Who’s this boy? Shed some light! Annie calmed her down, soft and wise, Listen close, no need for cries.
The boys name was Theodore, Burzinsky was his pride. Emotions swirled inside of him just like the ocean tide. He asked a question, tears in tow, “What is all this?”
“I must know?”
Annie and Rose, a team so true, Shared a secret, a tale to construe. The Organization, hidden from sight, Helping people find their light.
Annie fetched items, one, two, and three. A shirt, used flip-flops, and a watch-like thing to see.
Strapped on his wrist, a recording device of sorts. The boy name Theo must now share his story as initiation into the courts. With a deep breath, his story takes flight while Annie and Rose, provide a guiding light.
In a land not too far away, lived a girl named Rose and a boy without a name. They walked together, covering a distance of about one mile, until they arrived at a house that belonged to a woman named Annie. Rose was strong-minded, and without hesitation, she entered Annie’s house, demanding to know who the boy was.
Rose started talking, her words filled with frustration. She said her special ability didn’t work when the boy was around, and she wasn’t sure if he was real. Annie tried to calm Rose down and soothe her worries. The boy’s name is Theodore, Theodore Burzinsky.
Theodore, quiet and without much expression, observed Rose and Annie silently. However, his emotions eventually overwhelmed him. Tears streamed down his face as he asked what was happening. He needed someone to help him understand.
Annie and Rose joined forces to reassure him. They shared the secret of The Organization, a hidden group Annie was part of. This organization had the task of watching over people like Rose (and now Theodore), and other people who had special abilities beginning to blossom. Their aim was to learn about these powers and provide assistance to those who had them. Though many questions remained, their main purpose was to help others.
Annie disappeared briefly and returned with a few items for the boy. She gave him a shirt, some soft flip flops, and a unique watch-like gadget called a warchive. This warchive could keep track of important moments and details.
With the boy now equipped, Annie and Rose informed him that it was time for him to share his own story. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. With Annie and Rose by his side, he felt ready to open up and begin this new chapter of his life.