Creation Of All Things-Chapter 148: Alexandria’s First Encounter With Adam

"And second…" he said, voice dropping slightly. "I answer to him."

He tilted his head at the door.

Alexandria scoffed, a laugh escaping her lips. "So what—you're a dog now? Obeying someone from the very race you hate?"

"Pft." Jordan shook his head slowly. "You're missing the point."

He stepped closer, the low lights casting long shadows across his face. "Adam isn't human. Not anymore. Not even close."

She looked at him, arms still folded.

"He's something else entirely. Something… perfect." Jordan's eyes darkened with memory. "Fighting him was the best moment of my entire damn life. The way he moved… his speed, his strength, his awareness… I pushed myself to the limit, and he still wasn't trying."

He looked down at his own hand, clenched it slowly, then looked back at her.

"You think I'm a slave? No. I'm just smart enough to know when I've found something worth following."

Alexandria rolled her eyes. "Sounds like fanboy talk to me."

Jordan's smirk lingered.

"And what would you call yourself then? A fangirl?" he asked, voice low and mocking. "At least I didn't have a choice. But you… you chose to follow him. And no one even knows why."

Alexandria's face twisted in a frown. "Shut up."

Jordan raised a brow. "Hit a nerve?"

"I said shut up!" she snapped.

Her voice echoed down the corridor—sharp, brittle.

Silence.

She turned away, arms folded tighter than before. Her fingers clenched. Her chest rose and fell slowly.

30 YEARS AGO

Earth – A quiet evening in the suburbs. Rain fell gently against the concrete. The sky was grey, the streets half-empty.

A tall girl in a school uniform—Alexandria, 18, hair tied back in a messy ponytail—walked alone under the flickering streetlamps, her hoodie pulled over her head. One arm clutched her side. Her steps were uneven, a bit shaky.

Her breathing was sharp. Her ribs hurt.

Earlier that day, she'd gotten into a fight. A real one—not those high school shoves and threats. This one involved something worse.

Something inhuman.

She was bleeding under her clothes, trying to get away before the thing chasing her caught up.

She glanced over her shoulder.

Nothing.

Then—a sound.

A trash can clattered behind her.

Her eyes widened. She turned sharply, stepping back, slipping on wet concrete—

CRASH.

She fell hard, gasping, her injured side slamming the pavement. "Tch…"

Footsteps. Fast. Getting closer.

Her fingers scraped along the ground, searching for anything—a rock, a bottle, anything she could use.

But before she could grab something—

"Hey!"

A voice. Young. Loud.

She blinked through the rain.

From the corner of the street, a boy came into view. A school backpack bouncing behind him, a hoodie almost too big for his frame.

Adam. 14.

He looked ordinary. Nothing special. Just a kid heading home from school.

Alexandria froze. "Get out of here, kid."

But Adam didn't run.

He saw the thing behind her. The twisted, shadowy creature that was now creeping out from the alley, hungry eyes glowing in the dark.

Adam didn't scream.

Instead, he reached into his bag, grabbed his water bottle, and without thinking—

Threw it.

CLANG!

The bottle hit the creature in the face, water splashing everywhere. It didn't do much damage—but it distracted the thing for just long enough.

Adam sprinted forward, grabbed Alexandria's arm.

"Can you move?"

"Wha—why are you—?!"

"No time, come on!"

He practically dragged her up and into the nearby convenience store, slamming the door behind them and yelling to the cashier, "Call the cops! Something's outside!"

The creature didn't follow. It didn't like attention.

It faded into the shadows, disappearing.

Alexandria sat on the floor, panting, eyes wide. Rainwater dripping from her hair.

Adam stood next to her, also panting, looking like he just ran from a bully.

"You okay?" he asked.

She looked up at him, stunned.

He smiled. "You're pretty tough for someone bleeding that much."

"…Idiot." she muttered, wiping her face. "That thing could've killed you."

Adam blinked. "Wait, what was that thing?"

She stared at him.

He was clueless.

Completely oblivious.

Just a random kid… who jumped into danger for someone he didn't know.

And didn't even realize how dangerous it was.

The store worker handed Adam a towel, thinking he was helping his sister or something. Adam turned back to her, awkwardly scratching his head.

"Hope you're good. I gotta get home before my mom kills me."

He turned and left, just like that.

Didn't even ask her name.

He never looked back.

Alexandria sat there, still breathing heavily, watching him leave into the rain.

She whispered under her breath.

"…Idiot."

But there was a weird feeling in her chest.

Something warm.

Something that stayed.

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Present

Alexandria didn't say anything for a long time.

She just stared at the floor, arms still crossed.

Jordan watched her quietly, something clicking in his mind.

"…Huh. So that's it."

She didn't reply.

He chuckled.

"I get it now. You're worse than a fangirl. You're a stalker with feelings."

A sharp gust of wind blew through the corridor suddenly.

The hallway dimmed. That strange energy behind the sealed door surged again.

Adam was stirring.

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Alexandria raised her eyes—calm, unreadable.

"I told you to shut up."