The story so far:
"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock". Miguel's thoughts swirled in a clockwise motion pausing every hour or so to dwell upon the past abominations that he had had to go through. Yet then there were those moments when all these thoughts would swirl through the clock in his brain, all accumalating in to a moment when he had possibly gone insane.
"Get up dirtbag, you finally have a visitor. You better play nice" said the guard as he quickly stepped in to the room and placed handcuffs upon Miguels hand's. Miguel was then led by a series of other jail cells where he saw ton's of prison inmates whom were all probably going through the same clockwise motion of thoughts as he was.
'One day all these prisoners would explode into a fit of fury to which no guard would be able to stop' Miguel thought to himself allowing a small smile to break through the surface of his clockwise thoughts.
"Sit there" the guard said to Miguel as they entered the visitor quarters. Miguel never had been in the visitor quarters before and was immediately stunned at the amount of privacy he was going to be given. Though of course the room was nowhere near appealing nor comfortable as the walls were all painted a gloomy gray, the chairs made of wood and the odor death-like, Miguel laughed yet this time not allowing for any breachment to occur.
Miguel knew who his visitor would be and as soon as the guard left the room Miguel steadied his thoughts and words, as the visitor would become quite dangerous if he didn't choose his words right. A few moments later a man wearing the cloth of the Bible walked swiftly in through the door to which was quickly closed as he walked in.
"Father, please I did not do it, I simply did not. Please don't do me harm. I have really not wronged, I have been falsley accued. Nona did bear false witness, BELIEVE ME!"
" SILENCE. You have disgraced our society Miguel. I can't believe that I listened to such a fool, such a damn fool. Now not only is your head resting on the chopping block, mine has found it's own comfy little spot besides yours. Once they discover the foolishness that not only have you dived into, for I to am deeply submerged in these treacherous waters, they will not let us rest.... We must do something, and we must do it now. If your life is important to you then you and I must figure a way out of the wrath of....them" Father Preston yelled into the dimly lit room allowing for an echo to spring across the room, thus annoucing the power that this man of the Bible had or perhaps was going to lose.
With these words Miguel stood up, as those very words had breached in to the swift moving, clockwise motion of his thoughts and had disrupted it all. It was as if a fire had been lit within his head and he was suddenly all-knowing. To survive he would have to do something. He would have to use enemies along with friends if he wanted a chance at the life of luxury he had once entertained. Father Preston would be needed along with some of his rather newacquaintance's. In order for the plan to succeed all pawns would be needed, all limits would need to be broken, and their authority shattered. He was going to wage war on the society to which haunted everyone's sins, only to escape from the sins he committed. Miguel now smiled allowing not only for the breachment of the thoughts that all the prisoners seemed to be having, but their destruction. He would not die!
"Father, listen up, Iv'e got a plan, perhaps the only plan that may ensure at the very least your survival. They must be taken down and heres how we'll do it......"
Even as Adara swiflty rode through her peaceful neighborhood, Paige being right next to her, Adara was not at ease. They had escaped too easily from the wrath of what may have been a serial killer. Who could have made that call? There were no leads or clues, nothing to tell Adara of the dangers that may very well have been right behind her, in that blue Sedan.
'No, I have to stop thinking like this. There has to be some way out'. Adara needed something to cling to, something that would tell them that they would be ok and that perhaps the phone call she had recieved was just a prank call. Adara waited a few seconds before taking it all in. Nothing would be coming, she was all alone against a serial killer without any means of defense. Adara was no detective and thus clues as to the identity of the killer would be so scarce that the killer could have been right infront of her and she would not have noticed. Adara glanced at Paige hoping for a reassuring look, but Paige was looking outside taking in all of the beautiful things around them, while Adara herself was left to dwell on the worst of things.
"Mom...Why are we going home? I thought we were gonna go get that medicine?"
"Well honey I forgot to go and I'd rather not make a U-turn, alrite? You can just have some of mine."
Paige nodded and went back to looking outside leaving Adara once again to the horrible things that surrounded them, the things that would probably kill them.
As soon as they got home Paige was sent to her room with some of Adara's medicine and Adara fell straight on to the couch. Franco wouldn't be home for a while so Adara decided it was time she took a long needed nap, a nap that would hopefully drive all her problems away and allow for Adara to live one happy life...
Adara's mind was racing she was seeing so many things. From person to place she was seeing them all. Franco, Paige, Methra, Father Preston, all those that she had dreamed about, a jail, the killer, the school secretary..
They all seemed to be saying the same thing
"We Need You"
That one phrase was being repeated again and again, until Adara thought she would go insane. The pictures kept flashing and Adara kept seeing.
It all led up to one image. The lady she had dreamt about last night that would be a victim of this maniacal serial killer for committing adultery, was staring at her. She was standing on the steps of a house but her eyes were fixed towards Adara. She threw her eyes wide and then screeched
"We need you, help".
The images were receding to a place of which Adara knew not. Yet before they left, Adara was able to take one last glimpse at the house to which the lady had stood in front of along with the street, and was pulled back in to reality with the words "We need you, help" still ringing in her ears.