Dad spoke to his lawyer and he gladly took control of the situation. He serenely approached the judge with the law suit. For letting a serial killer loose and their attempt to place an ankle monitor when I have done nothing wrong. The judge reviewed everything. She ruled that the FBI should have taken me seriously. The note they gave me was presented as the primary evidence. The ones in question were deemed ill fit to be agents. The senior agent tried to defend them but the court was shown undeniable proof. So the Feds had no choice but to comply. The judge was shown how the FBI had come to my house and unlawfully tried to search the property after they tried to place an ankle monitor when I wasn't the one who stepped out. I was a law abiding citizen. Their callous behavior has lost the trust of the civilians. There has been protests and arrests. People wanted them expelled. City Hall and the governor was being harassed.
There is a petition to remove FBI going around and they have gained a hundred thousand signatures in an hour. The head FBI rose up and promised to police his people. He insisted that if I am good person I shouldn't resist having the ankle monitor. The lawyer countered that the monitor was used on criminals. Do they have proof I am delinquent? They had none so. The judge concurred that the ankle monitor was for criminals. The use of it on innocents is a criminal offense. The judge told them to leave me alone or face charges. The FBI promised to comply. The lawyer asked the judge to make sure they don't park outside my house to spy on me. The judge agreed and the FBI asked what proof they can give that I am not going to sneak out. The lawyer confided in a montion sensors and cameras in strategic locations. The judge told them to stop the witch hunt now.
The judge ruled that unless I was caught red-handed they can't tag me like I am an endangered species. I got my freedom and I am going to use it well. I chose to go upstairs and started sketching. I am usually the worst at painting but I can sketch for hours. So I began to draw an airplane split in two. A building was smashed and vehicles were crushed. The locals were scrambling for cover. Debris were flying around. I was engrossed in the drawing that I didn't hear dad calling me to take a lunch break. I came down to see lunch was a simple grilled cheese sandwich, tomato soup and some fruits. As I ate was resisting the urge to sketch. As we finished eating the CDC released a recent development. The virus stays for seven days after they are cured. So my quarantine ends in four days. I just need to keep a low profile. Once I am outside I will have to be careful. I need to find the person who wrote that message.
One thing the conspiracy theorists have made clear was stay away from any and all online message boards. A person from each and every law enforcement agency were monitoring it diligently. After the terrorist attack they are stricken with paranoia. If I talk someone it has to be face to face. It had to be somewhere no one can report to the government. I once again looked out the window with my telescope and knew if I reported it then I would be on their radar. I would get the ankle monitor. This time they barge in since they would have just cause to do so. So I bit my tongue and promised to report it anonymously. But I have to be out in the streets to do it. I needed to find a working payphones. There are places where the cameras both private and public don't exist. I just need a way to disguise my voice or find someway to save her. After eating I went upstairs to get some sleep. The news was blaring about finding the individuals who had unleashed the virus called Carotid Artery Stenosis. As a result has made a quarter of the population go temporarily blind. The virus was mutating. Now people are rushing in to admit to isolation ward with complaints of bleeding eyes.
I sat on my laptop and I itched to search the graffiti on the wall. But some part of my brain yelled at me. I would be tagged and then whatever I typed would be under scrutiny. So I checked social media instead. I checked TikTok and Instagram. I followed the last trends. One of them was the graffiti. My subconscious mind approved since I was just a curious person who stumbled on it rather than out right searched it. The graffiti came into existence eighteen days ago. The one who painted it was missing after she was during a mugging gone wrong. She was hiding from the authorities. Apparently they have a few questions and she has the answer. The girl in question was the girl in the attic. The one mentioned as missing in the news. I can sense that the girl was trapped. She is like me but I don't know what her gift possesses. It must be important otherwise why the cloak and dagger. Her father was a threat. He has malicious ideas and I can't think of how to spring her out.
An unfamiliar voice called out from the depths of my mind. What if she is trying to find someone who is like her to offer the Feds so they will let her walk away. She may have set a trap because people will come for answers. The one who finds her has to be like her or more stronger. I felt conflicted. One the one hand I have to help her but on the other hand what if it is a trap. Dad told me that I can leave the house after four days for just an hour. I had to wear protective glasses. My phone must be on and it has to trace my whereabouts. I decided to go for a walk on my one hour break. I will switch off my phone and say it is broken. There are those who don't like to use phone since it feels like an entrapment. I had to plan my route so it would coincide with her house. I could pretend I am just appreciating my new found freedom and was admiring all the unexplored streets. Trying to find the fastest way home. It would take me ten minutes to reach her house. What if someone is surveilling the house. I need to wear my jogging clothes to be really convincing.
I started jogging in the garden and mom admired my tenacity. Dad was interested in my motives. I explained that I was trying to burn calories so I can eat what I want without fear of consequences. This earned a laugh but I said nothing. Dad asked me what I was going to get. I smiled, "A triple decker heart attack burger with ketchup leather, pickled jalapenos, onion jam and several slices of beef bacon." I needed to practice the ability to hear people's thoughts. Right now they have to be within eight to twelve feet from me. I need to extend the range in four days. After my run I sat down to do yoga. I looked towards the windows and tried to find out what they were up to. I was sure one of them was a bad guy. I had to find him or her before I am sent to area 51. I focused and heard the neighbors nearby. One was trying to run away from an abusive husband. The next was saving money for breast implants. The next was saving money he get hair implants. The next was worried her husband was leaving her for another man.
He husband came home and I was glad that I have the ability to hear things. He is a Feds and he is trying to find the gifted so they can be placed in a black site for training. Or maybe a lab so they can transfer the gift to someone more worthy. So far the only a few who has recovered can do it. The scientist tried to gene therapy, bone marrow transplant and other organ transplant. But only that specific person could weld the gift. He doesn't like the term used by the rest of his coworkers. The chosen ones. He wished he could decide who gets it and who doesn't. Good news for me he can't. I mean seriously. Who the heck does he think he is to decide who gets what? The creator of the universe chose us. Not him. He is just having a typical case of sour grapes. I had to be extra careful. He seems to have the same idea. He was told by his wife that I just home a few days ago and I was now in the garden exercise after my return from the isolation ward. He stuck his head out the window and wondered out loud, 'If you can hear me turn to face me' I yawned and scratched my arm. I lazily swatting a mosquito as mom told me to come inside. He wants disheartened. He was sure I had a gift but the question was what. I hope he never finds out.