The case files of the I.A.

F.I.A

His side

F.I.A.
By Toby Z
This was never supposed to happen. I just wanted to talk to my friend.
“Calm down, how about you start from the beginning.”
About a month ago, I started to notice the changes. He started trusting me, and that was the real problem. Whenever someone trusted me, we would end up falling apart. It was awful. It would start small, without talking as much. Then we wouldn’t talk at all only waves in the hallway. Then they slowly disappear. I knew I was cursed to be alone, but it still hurt to see them leave.
“Your file says you have the goats man cruse not alone curse.”
I have both. I’ve made a lot of enemies, too many. Which made me a target for curses of the variety. Anyway, he was starting to trust me, and for some reason, I started to trust him. Something about him told me to trust him. But then one day he said something that confused me. So, I started to keep track. Of numbers and how many times he would say something different. It always added up, but something told me not to trust him. When I told a friend about my mistrust, they told me about this group. I.A. an organization that specializes in looking into the odd and strange. They said they could get me the answer I wanted, so I started the report papers. That’s when things got worse. It felt almost as if he knew I was up to something. He started asking me questions. For example, he would ask “Are you ok you seem off? You know I'm here for you if you need something.” I would always defect the question. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. I knew that if he knew he would lose trust in me. But I never meant it to be like this.
“Now that we know the basics, how did this all start?”
Right, it was about one week ago everything was normal but one thing. He wasn’t talking to me. I tried to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he never said. It went on for the whole week until Saturday. I told him on Friday that if he wanted to talk, I would be at a convention.
“Right the magic convention.”
Exactly, well, when I was there, someone bumped into me. I know I felt a small poke. Almost as if they stabbed me with a needle. I should have left and checked it out, but I was dumb and didn’t. I went on and forgot about it. Of course, that never is the end of things, is it.
Turns out that what they shot me with was potassium cyanide (KCN) it is a dangerous poison. Within minutes, it started to affect me. I got dizzy , and my nose started to bleed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then I fell unconscious, I don’t remember what happened after that.
“Of course, you don’t they never do. Thank you. We will have to review this over.”
“I really didn’t mean to do this. I mean it.”