Sitting on the hard wooden chair opposite the man, a quiet room as he speaks, explaining the "future" he so-called believes.
"Five years from now, you come to me and ask me to build you an arm. You unlock your power late, far too late. Because of this, the arm I build you, and your skill of using it and your power, is weak. As a result, you die, and the chip in the arm leads back to me, and I'm hunted for a year until I die. In the possibilities I was able to see through, it ends the same. You die, then I get hunted for no more than a year. Only once." He holds a single finger up to his eye. "Only once did I see a world where you and I live."
He lowers his hand and looks me in the eye. And I sit there, lost in thought. If I die, then this man also dies, and he says he could build me a new arm, something I never even thought would be possible, and a power, something I couldn't even dream of. Since I was eight, I was told that since I didn't unlock a power, I only had two years till the gene mutation died inside me and I'd lose my chance, and now I get told that eleven years later, I still get that chance.
"What if you're wrong? What if you're delusional, a mental bastard, and all those 'futures' you saw were your old brain messing with you? How can I trust you?"
The man smiled, and his eyes glowed a soft blue. He lifted his arm slowly and pointed to the corner of the room. "A fly will come through that crack and go left, then up, then left and right, then up again." And like that, the next ten seconds played out like he said they would.
"Wow, just wow. A power like that, and you still get caught in the future?" The scepticism is clear in my voice.
"Who said I get caught? I said I die, never to what." His smile falters. "My drawback is that the more I look into the future, the shorter my lifespan becomes. I'm actually only twenty-five, believe it or not, and yet…" He raises his arm to his face. "I am no different than a sixty-year-old man in looks."
"A deadly power, with deadly consequences, and yet you looked at bugs to prove me wrong. You really don't want to die, do you… at least we have something in common."
"So, do you want me to help you unlock your power manually? I can also have that arm made for you. It's a high-tech bionic arm from the black market in the Eastern Kingdom. A high-tech arm made of carbon fiber and a tungsten-like alloy, as light, if not more, than a regular arm. It comes with a grabbing arm, jets, a torch, and other equipment. It should definitely help you achieve your dream."
My voice gets caught in the back of my throat for a second. "You know about that too…"
"Of course. Future you told me, after all."
I sat there in silence. This man knew stuff about me no one else would know. Even on the off chance he could control bugs, or that he had mind control—anything other than future sight—it was still an intriguing offer. The chance to gain a power and a new limb, a new version of myself who could be capable of escaping this shithole I've lived in my whole life. It was an offer I couldn't just brush over. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to accept.
"Let's do it." The eye bags under my eyes seemed to disappear for a second. The room felt warmer. "Give me the arm, and teach me, and I'll make sure you don't die."
The man's smile grew, the same devilish smile of the man who pounded drinks and cleaned tables.
"Mister Wyvern, please take our new friend to his room, and bring him a wine and dinner of his choice." And like that, the man in the suit appeared behind me, slamming the edge of his palm into my neck, and I crumpled to the floor. My eyes and mind flooded with darkness, and I was gone.