Unconventionnal vision

He was born with three eyes. Two regular ones on each side of his nose like everyone else. One on the back of his head. Thus a peripheric vision. Laughed at as a child, he then took self-confidence classes, martial arts training and became expert in the art of fighting. He grew up a shy teen, hiding his abnormality with long hair, they were the Cobain years anyway so no one really cared about his looks. When he joined the NYPD, his third eye became a huge advantage. he could spot people all around him without turning his head. He had a vision like a chameleon’s almost, more than three-dimensioned. Anticipating actions and his enemies moves saved his life more than once, and he helped many fellow officers escape dangerous situations.

But one day he made the biggest mistake of his life. He went there once every two month. The man was an old friend of his father, the place not too far on foot. This time it was someone else. The man had died the previous week of lung cancer. Replacement looked fine, a young guy in his late twenties, clean hands and professional tools like any of his profession. He sat in the chair, looked at himself in the mirror. In two months it had grown quite long, hiding his back eye. One could only guess by the slight bulge under the hair.

The man took his scisors and started trimming. Fast and efficient, our friend didn’t even think something could happen. The hand slipped, the blade ripped on a soft surface and the man stopped immediately: not understanding what had just happened. He lost his third eye that day. He lost his accuracy and work value. He lost his job a couple months after that, having built his whole career on his special ability. But his body was one of a normal man now, he could shave his head, go out, meet girls, his scar will disappear, he’ll make up a  story. No one has to know. No monster.