It’s a bit blustery outside today which has been making Fergus look as though he’s performing in a shampoo commercial. His gold locks have been flowing when not drenched by the downpours. Ah yes, Wimbledon much be approaching!
In news more interesting to you, Blind Trust has rolled out onto the runway. We’re waiting for the go ahead from air traffic control but the doors are closed and Renee is checking your seatbelts. (Yes, Mrs. Squirrel has a packet of nuts all to herself, it’s easier that way.)
I did think about a few topics that I could use to delay the main purpose of the blog… but I won’t. Below you will see a little video of me reading the first chapter. If you’d rather read it yourself however, you can find it at the bottom of this blog today.
So, short and sweet, enjoy the video and the chapter… Blind Trust is on the runway! Hurray!
Blind Trust [Above & Beyond – Book II]
Faith and trust are funny things.
They are the kind of feelings that can make you believe in something or someone even when all logic and reason tells you that it ain’t possible. Now, I understand that it takes a leap of faith to believe my words when I explain that I see things beyond what most would think is normal.
My name is Aeron Lorelei and you could say that I’m a little different. I can tell a person’s life from their jewelry and I can read other people whether I like it or not. I also have the added bonus of displacing ailments, healing, and sometimes, I can even wound a person.
You see, when someone touches me, I learn more about them than I would ever wish to. I will state that it ain’t a voluntary thing but I was born with my “‘burdens’.” I tried to block them out and to fit in but well, that really didn’t work. From the age of sixteen I spent a decade locked up in a mental institution and I thought that was pretty bad. But, uh uh, nope, it all got worse when I was released. My hometown really didn’t appreciate my re-appearance and it took the faith of one particular person to help me through all the chaos that happened. Her name is Renee Black, or maybe I should use her full title, Commander Renee Black of the Criminal Investigations Group.
What’s weird, in a funny way, is that she didn’t like me one bit when we met and let me tell you, the feeling was entirely mutual. Yet, she was the one person, who when all kinds of darkness was threatening to swallow not only me but the folks in town, Renee was the one who pulled me up, dusted me off, and got me to believe in myself. I trusted her faith in me.
To cut a novel to a nugget, I ended up being hailed some kind of hero for using my burdens to stop a killer. And, for my efforts, I ended up with my jaw wired up for what felt like forever.
It’s real strange to think that I left my hometown of Oppidum not long after to join up with the Criminal Investigations Group, or as we call it, CIG. I spent six months in a kinda boot camp with my boss, Ursula Frei, or, as I call her, scary. Trying to turn someone like me into some kind of elite operative wasn’t an easy task and being that poor soul was a darn sight harder. I was still aching in places where there should not be muscles. Somehow, I’d managed to pass the requirement, as Frei called it, but I got the feeling that she just gave up on a bad job. It’s pretty impossible to be stealthy when you stand at well over six foot and wouldn’t look out of place in a WWE ring.
So, there I was on the next phase of my training. Renee was in charge of this part as it was all about being a protection officer. I was kinda hoping that she was going to be a little less brutal. I hoped.
Now, Renee and I hadn’t seen each other since Frei got her sadistic mitts on me. I’d had to live in barracks on the CIG base so I was pretty much over-excited about getting to see, not only a friendly face, but a person who got me . . . well, as much as anybody could.
For some unknown reason, Renee had complete faith and trust in me. They were sentiments that I sure-as-shoots returned. At least that’s what I’d figured. Little did I know that what followed would test every single bit of that theory.
So, as I said, faith and trust are funny things. They ain’t easy to come by and they can get destroyed faster than a tornado can twirl.
How deep was my trust in Renee? How strong was my faith in her? And would they still remain when everything in front of me told me I was wrong?
© 2015 Jody Klaire
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