"I don't see why you want to do this. They aren't going to believe you." his mother said as they sat down in the hard plastic chairs that were the ugliest green Marcus had ever seen. He knew why she didn't want him to do what he was about to, she didn't want her fragil world to be turned upside down with everyone thinking of her as the woman who gave birth to the freak who can see in a killers mind. "I am a freak and she needs to deal with it." he thought to himself.

The large wooden door to their right opened and the detective in charge of the investigation stepped out. He wore a tan suit that looked to be about five sizes to big for his tiny frame. His hair was getting grey in a couple areas but he didn't look older than 35. "I'm Detective Malcome, follow me." he says in a deep voice that suprised Marcus.

The office was small and bland. The walls were painted a white color and the only thing hanging on them was a picture of what appeared to be a younger Detective Malcome and a person who might be his father. Marcus and his mom sat in the two black chairs that were placed in front of the large metal desk that the detective was now sitting at, shuffling through a stack of papers.

"I don't believe in all that psychic shit and the only reason I'm going to listen to you're story is because my boss wants all possible leads followed, even those from a kid who claims to be a psychic." the detective said with disgust. He sat the papers down and leaned back in his chair.

"I never claimed to be a psychic and I can tell you everything about the murders, even stuff that hasn't been on the news." Marcus said with a hint of anger. After his accident at school, the dreams had gotten worse. One night he had a dream of a boy being killed in a alley and the next day it was on the news that a boy had been found murdered in the alley behind the hardware store.

"Okay son, tell me what you know." the detective said as he spun a pen around on the desk.

"So far there have been five boys and two girls. The first three male victims were missing their private parts..."

"Marcus! That is enough!" his mother shouting in disgust.

He ignored her and continued. "The other two males had their eyes cut out. Both of the female victims seemed normal on the outside but inside you found a suprise didn't you detective? You found the two boys missing privates but that wasn't all was it? You found one eye from each of the other boys laying around each female victim, as if they were watching them."

Detective Malcome sat up in his chair. "Where did you get this info?" he demanded.

"Honestly detective, you don't believe my son do you? This story of his is so farfetched and..."

The detective cut her off, "While I didn't believe him at first, my interests have now peeked."

"I can tell you how he chooses them. He can see something in them that we can't. They glow a pink color and then he follows them around for a while. He watchs them, learns what they do every day and then he strikes when they are at their weakest. You better catch him soon detective because there is only one more girl left with a pink glow."

"How do you know this?" the detective demanded.

"I dream of him and I see everything that he has done. He has already found the girl, you only have a few more days till he kills her." Marcus replied.

"What does he look like? You gotta help us out here son. If you don't this girls death will be on your hands."

"That is enough! I won't allow you to blame the death of these children on my son! He didn't have to come down here and do this!" Marcus' mother shouted.

"Mom, it's okay." Marcus started. "I don't know what he looks like, I see everything through his eyes. I can tell you want the girl looks like. She is tall, around six foot. Weighs around 114 pounds and she has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is still in school and she has a lot of friends. That's all I know about her"

"Do you know how many girls fit that description? Hundreds of them and that's just in this town!" The detective was getting restless and Marcus was afraid he would attack him from across the desk.

"I'm sorry but that's all I have to tell you." Marcus said as he got out of the chair. "If I have another dream, I'll call you". He walked out of the door and waited for his mom.

On the way home they didn't speak. She hardly spoke to him any more. He went straight to his room and lay down, waiting for the dream to come. "Maybe I can save her" he mumbled to himself as he fell asleep.