The Birth of the Blind-Eye Detective

Chapter One

"It was two weeks after my 12th birthday when I lost everything...It was the forth of July, and my family and I were on our way to a fireworks show. There was a bridge not far from our house that was going under reconstruction. I guess someone thought it would be funny to put the bomb underneath that. You know, take down what's being put up I guess. Ironic, huh? Well, anyway, we were driving underneath the bridge when the bomb went off. The bridge crumbled on top of us and around us. My parents and two brothers died immediately, all crushed under a large block of concrete smashing the front of our mini van. But my sister and I were sitting in the back seats, where the block didn't reach us. It only ripped off my little sister's legs when it came crashing down...I will never be able to erase her screams from my memory as I held her in my arms and felt the life drain out of her slowly...Two days...I was stuck under that bridge for two whole days and nights before the US soliders pulled me out of the wreckage. The new world I was brought into was not much different than the hell I experianced in those two days...."

DAY 1

"Hello? Is this think on?" I asked into the darkness. Of course noone answered, because I was alone. A tapping of metal could be heard and my vision slowly started to come to life again. It almost looked like an old television screen with the staticy presentation until you moved the antennae to the perfect position and didn't move.

As my vision began to work for the first time in three months, my makeshift workroom began to take shape. It was an abandoned hotel room, in much disrepair. The matress had holes in it with a few springs were sticking out. The entertainment center that was lacking as far as a television and had turned into a worktable that I used to make my new eye. My work bench was an old antique that teetered on three legs. Disasembled gadgets and appliances were scattered around the room, and I still couldn't figure out how I managed to make this work with barely any sight.

I ran over to a shattered mirror and looked at my fragmented image. "Hello, this is Clareance Debuios...As you may possibly be able to see, I have engineered a camera inserted into my skull where my left eye should be. This is my new way of seeing in this fallen world, since it would be impossible to achieve proper glasses. Also, if I ever make it out of this hell, maybe...someday...someone might look at the footage and learn from it...Actually, I would like to show the president of the United States to look at what I will show the world tomarrow, and I want him to tell me again why he's choosing to back out of this fight. Is this what you want? Do you want ISIS to win?!?!?! If you do, then you're no better than them. So go to hell! Debious out!"

Then the camera's image blurred as I blinked twice, quickly, and layed on the bed that squeaked in protest. The ceiling faded away into darkness and I fell into a fitful sleep, thinking of all the nightmareish things I had to show tomarrow.