Chapter One

                                                          Insects

        Bugs. My whole life revolved around bugs. Flies, bees, moths, grasshoppers, you name it. But one day, I decided that bugs scare the crap out of me. Because of my experience. With the Winchesters.

        I came home with a whole new batch of insects to study. Just the usual, butterflies, some crickets, even a couple of dragonflies. But my most interesting find; a house fly the size of a small mouse. For a fly, this was quite an abnormal size. I kept it in a small jar in my "Special Finds" shelf. I thought, maybe, if this fly were to grow some more, it could be a world record. I hate it when I'm right.

        Once I finished labeling all my other bugs, I went to check on my special fly. When I looked inside the jar, I thought it had grown slightly bigger. Wow. I thought. This thing grows fast. But I didn't think much of it. That's when I got a phone call. I answered the phone.

        "Hello?"

        "Hi, my name is Agent Plant," A baritone voice intoduced. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

        "Are you the police?" I asked.

        "FBI."

        "Oh, of course you are. Sure, what do you need to know?"

        "Have you experienced anything strange lately?"

        "Define 'strange'."

        "Oh, just anything out of the blue. Anything...new?"

        "'New'? Well, um, I'm a bug collector, and I actually did find an interesting specimen."

        "What kind of specimen?"

        "Oh, just a house fly of...strange size, that's all."

        "I see. When did you find it?"

        "Just an hour ago."

        "And where was this?"

        "I'm not one-hundred percent sure. I live right next to a forest, and that's where I usually find my bugs. So somewhere out there." 

        "Do you mind if we come see this for ourselves?"

        "'We'?" I repeated.

        "Yes, my partner and I."

        "Oh. Um, sure, what the hell. How about tomorrow?"

        "Sounds good. We'll see you then." The man hung up. So did I. What the hell was that? Why is the FBI interested in my fly? I didn't give it much thought. Where I lived, there was crime happening at least once a week, and I knew that someday the FBI would be involved. Maybe this fly escaped from some illegal science lab. But I wasn't too worried. Until the following morning.

        I woke up and went to my home office. "The Bug Lab", I called it. I looked in my special fly's jar to find it was grown...exponentially. When I found it, it was the size of a mouse. Now, it's the size of a guinea pig. I gasped and stumbled backwards in shock. How is this possible? I thought. I've seen big flies, but this is remarkable. I didn't know what to do. I called that FBI guy back. After two rings, that same baritone voice answered.

        "Hello?"

        "Um...hey. Is this...Agent Plant?" I asked shakily.

        "Yeah. Aren't you that bug guy?"

        "Y-Yep," I chuckled nervously. "Could you...are you on your way down here yet?"

        "Yeah, why?"

        "No reason. Just wondering if...maybe you could uh, pick up the pace?"

        "Why? What's wrong?"

        "Can't say. I've got...a nosey neighbor who might be listening in. She's...done that."

        "Is there someone with you?"

        "Well, um...define 'someone'," There was a pause as I glanced at my fly. Boy, was I surprised. The fly was...glowing. "Son of a bitch."

        "What is it?"

        "Call you back?" I hung up the phone and approached the fly. It was literally glowing. I began to hear a weird, high pitched sound. That's when I took off in the other direction. I would lock myself in my room until the FBI showed up. About an hour later, I heard the doorbell.

First chapter finished! Sorry it was kinda short, but I just wanted to get it out there! What do you think? Give me feedback!