To be a fly… (pg 2)

…continued from To be a fly…

Thomas cut the feed and looked around. He wanted to investigate further but Sanderson outranked him. Suspicious activity was low today. He saw no reason why he could not continue monitoring the strange man.

“His eyes flashed red,” Thomas said, straining to keep the aggravation out of his voice. “If that’s not a valid reason to watch him, then I’d like to know what is.”

Sanderson spun around on her heels.

“And just what excuse are you going to use when they ask why you were watching him? Huh? Free porn?!”

Thomas giggled and immediately regretted it. The stormy look Sanderson had gave him goosebumps.

“This is a serious matter,” Sanderson said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“It could have been a reflection of light.”

“I doubt it.”

“Turn the feed back on.”

Thomas grinned and switched on the feed. The man was still sitting there. Both agents leaned in to get a better look. His eyes were red. They did not flash, and it was not the light; they were completely red. Sanderson sat down as they were pulled into his world.

“I know you’re watching me,” the man whispered. “I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re watching. I’ve done nothing wrong, but I can if you like.”

The man smiled as the agents shuddered. Smoke began to rise from his fingers. The office grew hotter as the mirrors burst into flames, the glass shattering and swirling around the room. Sanderson cried out as her cheek was cut and began bleeding. She tried to crawl under the desk, but something was preventing her.

“Who are you,” rang clearly in her head.

She screamed again, her head shaking back and forth.

“So you’re not going to tell me,” she heard. “I was going to be nice. Oh well, your choice. Whatever you think you’re doing — stop. Never mind the theatrics.”

Sanderson opened her eyes and looked around the room. The mirrors were all intact. There was no fire. Thomas was looking at her strangely.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Why is your cheek bleeding?”

Sanderson jumped a little and felt her cheek. Blood. She rubbed her fingertips together and shook her head. He obviously did not see anything.

“I’m not sure,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” came a laugh within her head.

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