FBeye

Chapter 1

They call me the all foreseeing eye. This may because I excel in almost every subject known to the human race. Or more the fact that I can see the future. As long as I can remember I have been able to see into the future. People say I started showing interest to the subject when I was about three. I never met my parents so I don't know if I was born with this gift or if I grow into it. I am now a 17 year old boy employed by the FBI. I guess you can say I am their FBeye. Well hold on let me introduce myself again. Hello there my name is Felix and I am 17 years of age. Nice to meet you.

Okay so you are properly wondering what I do to help the FBI, well I look into the future and help them prevent crimes before they happen. For example, do you remember the time when the white house was blown up? No? Well it didn't because I helped prevent it.  You may be thinking that I see the event in my head and it is easy to understand what is going on. You are wrong. I see a very complex number system in my head that I need to decipher. Each detail has its own number column. Let me give you a very simple example so you may get what I am talking about. Let's say that I see something. It just shows up as hundreds of columns filled with numbers. Each number in a column can mean something different. Let's say the first column has the number 7,3,83 this may mean the date that this event is happening. The next column may have 8, 63, 7, and 9 this can stand for the location of the crime. And so on, but to me it is far more complex than just a few numbers. I need to figure them out and get the right information otherwise we can't stop it. It is really stressful for me, needing to juggle my job with school and friends. But isn't that just what it is being a teenager? Anyway I am currently working on a case. The number came to me two days ago and I am still trying to solve them. I am so close to completing them. I need to be quick, I have worked out the date of the crime and it is only a week from now. I need to find out the rest before I run out of time. I have this feeling that this is going to be my biggest yet. The agents are riding my back to get this done. I am working 24/7 to get it done. All I can do is try my best right? I have school tomorrow and my class mates are counting on me. I am in drama and our performance is tomorrow night. We are doing Romeo and Juliet. And of course I am the main role of Romeo. So I can't show up tired and over worked. I know I'll do two more hours of this and then go get some sleep. Drama is the only subject that I have the most problems with. It's not just numbers or letters, its human movement and emotion. Which is something my brain struggles the most. Sometimes I don't even feel human.

Okay today is the day, I need to go over to my school and meet up with my Juliet. We need to get a quick run through in before the big show. Hundreds of people are going to be there. And they say maybe even some movie producers. I get changed into my costume and hop into my car to drive to the location. When I get there I straighten myself up and walk inside. I see standing there, the beautiful Juliet. Well her real name is Mary but I think she suits Juliet better. Standing there on stage with the celling lights bouncing off her shining blonde hair. I start to fall into a day dream when I hear a voice calling for me. It's her, she's telling me to get up on stage with her. My mind goes blank and I suddenly forget all my lines. I slowly walked up the stairs leading up to the big stage. My breathing started to become heavy and loud. I stopped for a second and tried to calm myself down. This method helped and I continued my journey up to the black, lit stage. Waiting for me there wad Juliet. Beautiful as ever, standing there in her long gown. Then it finally hit me. I am performing in front of hundreds of people in a little while. My breathing now became heavy again, worse this time. I have never done this before. I am a man of calculations and plans. This is not the same. I suddenly collapsed to the floor with a thump. Juliet worried ran to my side and tried to comfort me. My face started to turn red and I stared to heat up. I felt like I was going to faint. My brain started to run a million miles an hour. This has never happened before. I stood up as fast as I could and looked up to the celling. Something is wrong here, this is not just nerves. I quickly spun around to see Juliet, suddenly my eyes were taken over. It's the numbers. They are trying to tell me something. This has never happened before. Before I had time to think I was down the stairs and out the door. Leaving Juliet standing alone confused. I kept running until I found a quiet place where I could gather my thoughts. I ran to a brick wall outside the building and slid down to the ground. With my cold hands over my face I sat there trying to examine what had just happened. This was like no other vision. This one was fast and painful. I've never felt a pain like that in my brain before. Something is terribly wrong. I need to get out of here. Juliet will be heartbroken by It's safer if I just get away from here. Something on that stage must have triggered something.

I hailed a cap and shouted my destination. I need to go to the FBI maybe they can help. I don't feel safe with myself anymore. This is bigger than anything before. I pulled up to the station, through the driver a fifty and jumped out of the cab. Running up the stairs to the main door there was another jolt in my brain. This one was worse. I fell to the ground and slid down around ten steps. With my hands cradling my head I stood up and continued in my quest. I finally made it to my work space and collapsed into my desk chair. My head still pounding I reach for my phone. I need to get in contact with the head detective, he may be able to help me. I really hope so. It is getting worse and soon I may not be able to handle it. Every time the pounding starts I see a list of numbers and letters. These are not normal. The format and subjects are completely different. I don't know what is going on. I need help.

When the detective finally arrives he runs in and sits down on the floor next to me. He slowly puts his hand on my leg and assesses me.  You are going to be okay Felix, he says in a calming voice. We are going to figure this out and make the pain go away. Once he finished his sentence, before he is able to say anything else the pounding started again. This time it is ten times worse. I fall to the ground once again in pain. Rolling on the ground screaming. This is too much to handle. The detective rushes to my side and holds my head up. His warm hands helps a little. He pulls out his cell phone and calls my doctor. We need him now! He screams, I don't care what time it is. This is an extreme emergency. I ran out of breath and my eyes roll back. Everything starts to turn black and then I am out cold.

It felt like a life like dream. I felt like I was home. But not the home you may think. I feel comfortable here. I am surrounded by numbers. They are glowing green. I look down at my feet to see that I am in a suit. A glowing suit. It matches the surroundings. For some reason I feel as if I have been here before. I look into the distance to see two silhouettes, of what I think are human. I start to run towards them and then they stop. Suddenly everything starts to fade away. Color is coming back. I am waking up.

I raise my head to see that I am in a bed. Drips attached to my arms and a heart monitor beeping to the beat of my heart. I hear a voice coming from the other side of the room. I gather my strength and lift my body up to a sitting position. It's the detective. He looks terrified. Did I do something while I was out? I think to myself. He looks as he has seen something truly terrifying. He sees that I am awake. He lifts his head with his arm crossed against his chest. He gives out a large sigh, spins around and walks slowly out the door. I am so confused, I must of done something to him for him to react like this. We are close, it must have been horrible. The pounding is finally gone. I feel normal again. Well as normal as I can get. But I can't just forget what happened, something is seriously wrong. And sadly I need to stick around to find out, if I like it or not.

I look down at my arms. A clear liquid is running through the drip tube into my veins. Feeling concerned I rip the needles from my arms, watching the fluid pour out onto the floor. I hold my hand over the hole where it sat. But there was no blood. I look down to see the that the wounds are fading away. My body is healing at great speed. This is not human.

I yell out to anyone that may be listening. I run to the window and start banging the glass with the sides of my hands. I need help! what's going on!? I scream. A shadow suddenly emerges in the door way. It is a man. Someone I have never seen before. He is dressed in a thick white suit, with a breathing mask. It's a toxin suit. He starts talking to me in a slow soft tone. I start to back up away from him. His voice is muffled by the mask. I can't tell exactly what he is saying, but I do see him walking towards me with a big needle full of a purple liquid. I shuffle back into the corner of the room, I have no where to go. What are they going to do to me? My stomach drops and I slide down to the ground, the man still making distance towards me. I am so afraid, I no longer feel safe. I need to get out and away from everyone.

I stare at the man in the big white suit, giving him all my focus. He slows down and then comes to a stop. He stands their for a while just staring back at me. My hands start to feel hot and my stare becomes more intense. The mans face changes. he looks afraid. Before I could do anything he drops the needle and ran out the door. Locking the door after him. I am now alone. Alone with myself, my worse enemy.