Young Writers Society

Chapter Two

About 1,400 miles away, FBI special agent Jonathan Houston was standing in front of a door way that would lead into one of the classrooms of the FBI academy. The door had dark but polished wood around its edges, but had a glass that was translucent to what was inside from the naked eye. Jonathan opened the door slowly and stepped in with silent footsteps making no sound with his approach the classroom. As he stepped into the classroom he saw a teacher in there with about twenty students. Some of the students acknowledged his presence by staring at the agent. The teacher took notice of the student’s attention that was guided toward Jonathan. The teacher paused and took a second to look at Jonathan.

“Is there something you need, sir?” The teacher asked with curiosity and high intentions.

“No, I’m just here to observe, please continue your lesson,” Jonathan replied with a smile.

The teacher slowly nodded his head and went back to explaining how serial killers could express anger while murdering someone. He presented his explanation through a slideshow with pictures of dead victims with stabs and wounds that obviously looked like someone who wanted revenge. The stabs and the damage made it look that way. Jonathan began to look around the classroom. Jonathan is a very observant person. He is aware that it is important as an FBI agent to be observant of your surroundings and prepare for the worst of situations and conflicts. As Jonathan looked around the classroom he saw that the room was designed like an average college classroom design. There were dark wooden stands with small platforms for the training agents to put their items and papers on. Along with seats that were practically benches. These stands and benches would have more that would be higher than the lower ones, along with stairs to walk along those stands. Jonathan took notice that most of the learning students were young and a majority of them are in their ages of twenty’s and thirty’s. Jonathan was looking for someone who looked special and had high capabilities of being business partners with him. He then saw one student that caught his eye. The man seemed to be young and looked like he was in his age of late twenty’s. He had dark blond hair, which had green eyes and had a hand on the side of his face while he was leaning forward towards the teacher. Jonathan predicted that particular student looked bored out of his mind. Jonathan couldn’t remember being bored in the academy when he was an FBI agent in training. Jonathan exited out of the classroom and went back into his office. He had a perfect view of the classroom door from his office. Jonathan had a decent sized office, it certainly wasn’t a cubicle but the office was large for someone in his federal position. He slowly shifted his eyes at something he didn’t want to look at. It was his board on the wall. It was full of pictures and labels that showed victims. There were three pictures with three different victims. All of the bodies had been found along highways. They all had looked like they had been beaten and stabbed mildly multiple times. But for some apparent strange reason all three victims had a marking on their stomach. They had markings of a pentacle marked on their stomach. It was done by a knife because they were obviously blood marks. But Jonathan already figured out that the victims were murdered and brutally tortured from the same killer. Jonathan was struggling on this particular case. He felt like he needed assistance from some agent in training. The reason for this is because Jonathan feels like he has this determined mind set on criminal psychology that sets in with empathy. Meaning he’s been thinking too much of the previous killers he’s catch. He felt like he needed someone with a fresh mind that focused on criminal psychology. He then pictured that man that he saw earlier in the classroom. He suddenly walked towards his window inside his office. He saw the students with encouraged faces exiting the classroom he was in earlier. Jonathan tried to spot the man he saw earlier. Just with his luck he saw the man with green eyes and short dark blond hair heading towards the direction of Jonathan’s office. Jonathan looked back at his board on the wall. Something told him that he could find who the killer on that board with someone’s help. He seemed to be looking toward that man with green eyes. He looked back at his window and didn’t see the man. He rushed and walked out of his office, leaving the door open and walked in the hallways trying to find the young man.

“Why am I trying to find this guy?” Jonathan asked himself as he was rushing through the hallways.

He suddenly saw the man walking at a normal pace that was slower and steadier then Jonathan’s walking pace. Jonathan went to catch up with the man he was trying to find before.

“Going somewhere?” Jonathan said loud enough so he could hear.

The hallway was empty besides Jonathan and the man. The man suddenly turned around and took a second to look at Jonathan.

“I’m not going anywhere, well besides my next class.” The man said with a firm attitude. He paused for another second and looked at Jonathan and gave him a look as in if he recognized him.

“Weren’t you the one who was in my classroom earlier?” The man asked.

“You’re classroom?” Jonathan asked with clarification.

“Okay, fine, Mr.Hinson’s classroom,” the man muttered.

“Come with me,” Jonathan said.

The man looked confused and was probably questioning in his mind if he was serious about coming with him or not.

“But, I’m going to miss class!” The man explained.

“Would you rather be going to class or speak with an actual trained FBI agent?” Jonathan asked.

The man stood there and thought for a few seconds.

“On second thought, I will come with you.” The man replied.

“I thought so,” Jonathan said slowly as they walked to this office.

The man followed Jonathan to his office. He closed the door behind them. The man’s attention turned to Jonathan’s board on the wall. He seemed to take notice of the pictures on the board. He started walking toward the board and read Jonathan’s notes.

“Tell me, what do you see?” Jonathan asked with empathy.

“Well for one thing, I see dead people.” He replied.

“God damn it, give me a more professional observation.” Jonathan demanded.

“Okay I see multiple stabs and wounds and it seems like these murders have been committed by the same serial killer, this guy has a pattern.” The man explained.

The man stood there and slowly turned back to Jonathan. Jonathan was staring at the 27 year old young man for a few seconds.

“What’s your name, kid?” Jonathan asked.

“The name is Parkers, Jason Parkers.” The man replied.

“Well, I’m Special FBI Agent Jonathan Houston.” Jonathan exclaimed.

“Was the ‘Special’ part of that was really necessary?” Jason asked.

“Yes, yes it was, and all I have left to say to you Jason is that we may get along well in business.” Jonathan replied while they were shaking hands.