Chapter 1
"can you say your name please"
"this is a video memo recording Agent Norman Jayden FBI"
"good now what do you see?"
"the same before I put on the ARI"
"Do you want to stand up?"
Norman nodded his head and got out his seat. "how do you feel?"
"fine"
"now you have a glove on your hand lift your hand and press your hand down as if your pushing a button"
Norman pushed his gloved hand down and the room was full of clues. Norman was amazed at what he could see "what do you see?"
"everything" responded Norman
"your fingerprints have come up it tells me everything about you"
"ok Norman can you take them of please before you go telling everyone about my life".
Norman removed the glasses and gave them to the man and also removing the glove. "you have done pretty well some people vomit from it or become dizzy do you feel dizzy or anything?"
"nope I feel fine"
"ok these are now yours and take this?"
The man gave Norman a blue viral "what's this?"
"this is triptocane people has been not feeling well from the effects so if you feel dizzy or anything take a little bit of it and careful not to take too much".
Norman woke up forgetting where he was until he realised he was in the hotel room. Thinking of the crazy fucking case it brought him back to the memory of when he was introduced to the ARI.
'now I've woken up I can't get back to sleep maybe watching TV will help' he thought. He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news
"news just in Norman Jayden 34 was found dead as he fell into a grinder fighting the oragarmi killer" said the news reporter. Norman started to panik why was he apparently on the news dead. His hands trembled as he got of the bed to open the window onto the balcony he looked down to see a massive grinder.
Norman was now hyperventilating and his heartbeat was echoing through his ear. He ran back into the room an their was a massive thump on the door as if someone was trying to break it down. He shuffled into the corner knees up to his face and hands over his ears hyperventilating suddenly the door was knocked down and Shelby entered the room "you could of arrested me but no...you killed me instead now the guilt will die with you" he said placing a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
As a shot of pain went through him he shot up in bed panting and covered with sweat. The bed sheets were on the floor as he had been thrashing about in his sleep. 'just a fucking nightmare' he thought he looked at his phone five thirty in the morning suddenly his phone vibrated it was a text...
Just reminding u about the press conference today
Ethan :)
'shit how could I forget something like that?' thought Norman.
He got out of bed and decided to wake himself up with a cold shower.
He walked into the bathroom and stripped naked he hissed at the coldness but he stepped in anyway he needed to cool down from the sweating.
He trailed his fingers over the scars and bruses on his pale skin. 'wow I've been through a lot to be honest all of us have but not as much as Ethan he had broken ribs, burns, cuts, missing finger and drank poison' he thought to himself.
He stepped out the shower and dressed as he would with a suit and the green tie he would usually wear. Norman felt more relaxed as he had dropped the triptocane down the toilet he would usually worry about taking some.
He looked out the window seeing his car surrounded by reporters and flashing cameras.
"Today's going to be a long fucking day" he muttered to himself