The Truth Never Told A Lie

Chapter 3.

"You got another message from the FBI, sweetie." My mom greeted me as I dumped my stuff on the couch. Our house is the weirdest thing. The first room that greets you when you come in is the kitchen, after that the bedrooms and then finally the living rooms. You, very literally, have to walk a guest through every single room in the house before you have the chance to sit and talk or even watch the news. The windows were shaped like triangles. But still, nothing could beat me at being weird.

We moved here to Pearl, California about a week or so after the Experiment. My dad had gotten a job with the FBI. We were all very happy, because not only had he gotten a new job, but the drug had worked! Doctors said it was a miracle because it was a first-time test. I was completely free of allergies. It felt like incredible freedom, to someone who had never been able to go anywhere because of such severe allergies. But now, everything has changed. It is no longer freedom. It is a chain. Now everyone wants my opinion. At least, that's what they called it. It was the truth, not opinion. But they wanted it. The FBI included.

I went to my room, shut and locked the door. I found my laptop sitting on my dresser. It was a really nice dresser. Mahogany. And it had a huge mirror screwed behind it. I could never get used to its glare, so it was always covered in a sheet. I went to my desk and set up my laptop.

I typed in my code and found what I was looking for: a two-hundred-page case report from the Pentagon's Center of Information. That place held my entire job. It was despicable. It had all started soon after the Experiment. I was being monitored by the CPA and the FDA. They were constantly watching for any side effects of the serum...

"Hello, Emily! How are you today?" My gushing caseworker Ana asked.

"Horrible, thanks," I replied.

She giggled nervously. "We are going to draw some of your blood today. Lab work again." She smiled kindly. "First we need to give you this to stabilize you." She began to prepare the shots.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the pain. Then I opened them and saw her looking at me curiously. I stared back at her, into her eyes. My head began to spin. I felt really dizzy. But I continued looking at her. Then something really, really weird happened. I could see her. Not what she was doing now. But what she had been doing before. It was like a holographic message, but it had a huge screen. I watched it for a while. I could even hear what she was saying. She was having a conversation with a person about having lost her keys. I became interested. "I wonder where she lost them." I thought. But just as I thought it, I saw a different scene being "replayed". This time, she was unloading groceries from her car. She was balancing a rather heavy load, so she put her keys on top of her car.

"I wonder if they are there now." I didn't realize I had said it out loud.

"What's that you were saying?" She asked. She stopped looked at me to finish preparing the syringe.

"Your keys. They are on top of your car. You've been missing them, haven't you?"

Ana spun around. Her CPA badge looked like it was going to fall off. "Did you see them?"

"Yeah. You were balancing groceries. You put them on top of your car so you could hold them. But I just want to know, how did you get here in your car without them? Oh, wait, you used a spare key, didn't you?"
She looked puzzled and concerned. "Wait right here... I'm... I'm going to go check on something." She left the room. About a minute later, she came back holding her keys. She had a dazed look on her face. "How did you know?"

"Well, you see, I looked into your eyes, like this, and....."

The CPA they did more tests. When they found out more about my ability, they notified the FDA. When the FDA heard about it they told the FBI. My parents were shocked when they heard about it. They never could have dreamed that anything was wrong.

As soon as the FBI heard about it, they asked me to try something for them. To test my ability. And so, about a month later, I was convicting criminal after criminal because I knew the truth about every case and the true criminals and the crimes. I was only nine years old. I guess you could call it supernatural. No matter how many people they tested the same drug on, it simply cured the allergies and did nothing more. Apparently, I was special. But it was incredibly freaky.
How else to describe it? I don't know. For starters, though, I can't feel. I just was. My mom said I never had emotions when the "poison" kicked in. She's right. I couldn't hate. I couldn't love. I just can't when I am in that "poisoned" state. All I have are facts. I act off of them with no emotion what so ever. I don't even need the facts for the truth to be known though. Simply by looking at a person in the eye, I can know who they are, what they've done, and what their thoughts are. Sometimes I can even 'look ahead' and make a pretty accurate guess of what they will do next. Most of the criminals that were convicted ended up on the death row. And many of the outcomes depended on my Truth.

I entered my password and brought up the file of papers. I printed out a couple of pages of evidence to look over, though it wasn't really necessary. This time there was a picture of a woman, mid-twenties, I'd say. Long story short, she was suspected of murdering the vice-president, who had been her ex-boyfriend. I grabbed the picture. I crushed the other papers in my hands and let them dissolve in the bottle of choric halicsonimine I had on my desk. It was a fairly new chemical; just recently discovered last year in 2052.

I steeled myself as I stared into the picture of the woman's eyes. I felt cold, then hot. I continued to stare into her eyes. The Truth pulled me in. My mind spun and whirled. I was so dizzy. Then my mind was clear. I could see her life flash before my eyes. Her eyes were so big; so pleading. I spun out of it. Guilty. I almost cried.