Adrianna; Psychic of Valecon Shadow Oranization
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 9
The ground shook abruptly, chaos erupted within the streets as debris rained all around. The sounds of screaming and emergency sirens were quickly drowned by another three explosions in rapid succession. It was absolute insanity as people ran all over, some trying to help wounded crawling from wreckage of collapsing infrastructures.
On a rooftop not too far away the orchestrator of the cacophonous performance sat down casually eating a sandwich while watching the scene unfold.
’I’ve done what you asked mommy. I’ve been a good little child. Will you tell me my name?’ They threw their sandwich down to the ground below, stood and twirled about while heading to the fire escape steps.
More emergency vehicles rushed through the streets heading to ground zero. The disaster encompassed more blocks than the perpetrator had originally planned for. A happy oversight perhaps, only time would tell.
The being skipped down the side walk, opposite the direction of the chaos. Their reflection caught their attention. They brushed back their ashy brown hair to look deep into one blue and one green eye. Their feminine features had an expression devoid of emotion, angular jaw set to a stoic appearance. They ran their hands down their slender flat form and sighed, “What am I today? Mother, please tell me my name.” Their voice, in contrast to their expressionless looks, was light and full of mixed emotions.
Vyn didn’t know much of their past, they didn’t know who they really were. The earliest thing they remembered was their mother telling them to stay seated at the train station. No one returned for them. Two days passed before a man in a uniform came for them and took them in.
Because of the way their body was, they had been raised neither boy nor girl. The man who adopted them wanted to wait until they were old enough to decide on their own. This made social life difficult in many ways, liberating in others. Puberty was a nightmare, going through the changes both genders would go through and not having anyone who could empathise with it.
Vyn had no outlet, no one to understand them. Mommy had given birth to them, mommy would know what they were supposed to be, mommy knew their real name. It was in their late teens when mommy finally began to speak with them again. Whispering within their mind as they slept. She told them that they needed to carry out certain tasks. The first was poisoning the man who adopted them. They could only have one family, and mommy would be that family.
Anything mommy told them to do, Vyn would do. A week ago mommy had directed them to make bombs. Those bombs were placed within a complex of buildings owned by the Steele conglomeration. The land those buildings occupied had once held a university set up for underprivileged societies. Lack of funding and poor management led to its eventual closure, and who came in swooping up that prime real estate at such low prices? The ever growing Steele empire.
It became a cesspool for the rich to indulge in their sins. This was unacceptable, so Vyn’s mother whispered in the deepest parts of their mind. She was vehemently against large corporations and the like. Politicians, millionairs, billionairs, high society, the lot of them were the root of evil among the goodness of humanity. They had to be brought down, they had to be punished for their sins.
The problem was, Vyn had nothing more than their mind. No money, no possessions, nothing more than their wits. Vyn was quite brilliant with sciences of all kinds, they most enjoyed poisons and toxins. The incredible things one could accomplish with such substances! Even as a young child, Vyn would conduct experiments on the neighborhood animals that would otherwise run wild within the roads.
Of course when they were caught they were severely punished and made to perform restitutions, and this was one of those factors that made social life difficult, but all the knowledge they amassed in those experiments was well worth it.
Patting their pocket proved how much they didn’t have in lieu of money. They would need to find more, perhaps an hour at the red light district. With their androgynous appearance Vyn found it easy to make a good amount there. Plenty of lecherous men about, but the big spenders usually didn’t come around until the sun went down.
“Mommy should I make the dirty old men happy tonight?” They asked as they moved on from their reflection.
Nothing but silence answered them. Mommy was fickle when she would speak, usually only to make a demand and never to simply converse with them. It was a bit depressing, but something was better than nothing. If they were good, and did everything mommy asked them to do, maybe she would speak more with them.
The red light district was crawling with all kinds of people seeking a particular form of relaxation. Weekends and disasters seemed to bring out the most stressed of men and even some women who just wanted a momentary exit from reality.
Vyn made their way down the street, their clean appearance made them stick out even more than their genderless body. They cast playful smiles to the potential clients, made small talk with some of the prostitutes and pimps. They had a deal with a few of the pimps there to give a cut of anything they made if it was done on their territory. On a bad night Vyn could make them at least a few hundred.
Tonight would prove to be fruitful, plenty of stressed out, undersexed, and over-eager patrons at almost every corner. Vyn had no issue finding clients more than happy to use such a pretty face.
Apart from a penchant for deadly substances, Vyn prided themself on a rather talented tongue. Having been alone at the impressionable age of fifteen, they learned quickly what big spenders really liked. ’Desperation makes a whore of us all.’ had become a motto for them.
Among new faces, Vyn came across quite a few regulars. Almost all of them were good for a big tip. Often they would try to solicit Vyn for private parties. The offers were tempting, but Vyn didn’t want to push their luck and end up in a compromising position. Besides, too many times he heard of one of the prostitutes accepting such a solicitation and disappearing afterward.
They were half-way through a profitable night, when a group of four approached them. Vyn had worked with groups before, and two of the men were familiar to them. Not quite regulars, but the men were good for the money. Just as they began servicing the first, they felt a sharp pain at the base of their head, a swift kick to their gut, and then everything went black.
A heavy metallic scent hung in the air, coupled with the putrid scent of rotting meat. Vyn had never felt such a splitting headache, and even the smell they were waking up to did nothing to distract them from the pain.
Everything was so dark, for a moment they wondered if they were able to actually open their eyes. The floor had straw or something like it all over, the space was small. Vyn couldn’t stand at their full height, it felt like they were in a crate, or trunk of sorts. There were small holes at the top, but a heavy cloth was covering the tiny prison. Then they began to hear something, muffled at first, but slowly it became more clear. Animals. All types of animal noises.
’Where have we found ourselves at mommy?’ they wondered, hoping mommy would provide some guidance.
Silence, as usual.
Human voices came within earshot. Vyn strained to hear and understand what they were saying. It was some foreign language; however they were able to recognise some words, ‘Estate’ and ‘Dietrich’. They wondered what it meant, and what was going on.
Soon, other human sounds, groaning. The groaning slowly made way to questioning, and then to panic. Soon there was a chorus of voices screaming to be released and sobbing. Confused voices, they all sounded like women. Vyn thought that they might have recognised some of them, but with so many all crying at once it was too difficult to tell.