Disclaimer: I do not own Now You See Me or any of the characters. I only own Jayime Sanders. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.

Come in close, closer. Because the more you think you see, the easier it will be to fool you. What is seeing? You're looking, but what you're really doing is filtering, interpreting, searching for meaning. My job? To take the most precious of gifts you give me: your attention. And use it against you.

Chicago.
Monday.

"I'm going to flip through this deck and I want you to see one card, not this one. That's too obvious. That was too fast, I'll do it again. Are you ready? Okay. Did you see one?"

A man with brown hair and eyes was standing in front of a group of woman doing a magic trick.

"Yes." the girl replied.

"Do you have it in your mind?"

"Yes."

"Now, do you see your card here."

"No."

"That's because you're looking too closely. What have I been telling you all night? The closer you look,

The less you see."

The man threw the cards in the air. On the building behind him, the lights lit up as a 7 of diamonds. The crowd started to cheer.

Unbeknownst to the card player, a hooded figure stood among the crowd.

New Orleans.
Tuesday.

"Now, look into my eyes, sleep. Okay. And, if you can get this bill from me, you can have it. Go ahead, take it."

Another man with a tan hat and blue eyes stood in front of a couple. He was hypnotizing the girl. The woman tried to reach out and take the bill, but she couldn't move.

"If you can say your name, you can have it."

The woman tried to say her name, but she couldn't.

"Alright there, just hang out there, wriggle a sec, I'm gonna take a little peak under the hood of your hubby's brain. I'm picturing, don't tell me, beach, cocktails, Florida?"

"Look, it was a business trip." the man tried to say.

"What kind of business? Maybe the oldest business.

"You know what, honey bean, let's-"

"She can't move Mack. You're thinking of a woman's name. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I J. J! Jean, Jane, Janet. Who? Who's Janet? You know Janet?"

The hypnotist pointed at the wife. She nodded her head.

"It's not your best friend is it?"

'My sister.' The wife mouthed.

"Your sister? Oh my god. You weren't away on business! You were away on Janet! Your wife's sister!"

The wife swung out to hit her husband.

"Okay, we need to move over here because a little bit upset right now. You want this to go away?"

"Yes." the husband immediately answered.

"Pull out your wallet. Come on, get it out."

The husband huffed and rolled his eyes, getting out his wallet.

"You shake on everybody like this?" the husband asked, annoyed.

"Naw, just a special few. What does, two hundred seem fair? You know, this is a big deal. Let's do two fifty."

"You're a stick up artist."

"Yeah. Course. Okay, and sleep. Now when I snap my fingers, you won't remember any of this." the hypnotist pointed at the husband, "And you, every time you see or even think of Janet, you're going to picture me naked. And that's not a pretty sight. And, wide awake!"

The wife woke up.

"Well, we did the best we could, but some people are too hard to be hypnotized."

"Oh. I did it wrong?" the woman questioned.

"No, no. You did it fine."

Standing outside the shop and in the rain was the same man in a hooded jacket.

New York.
Wednesday.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the next great magician and I will give one hundred dollars to anyone who can tell me how this trick is done. I have an ordinary spoon from Mel's Deli right here in Brooklyn. Check it out."

A third man stood on a boat. He had light honey brown hair and brown eyes. He tapped the spoon he was holding on a railing on the boat.

"Now everyone, please pay very, very, close attention. Cause I'm about to bend this spoon with my mind."

The man held the spoon and put his other hand up next to it. He bent it to about a ninety degree angle. The small crowd watching looked on with shock. A few gasps of surprise were heard through out the audience. A man pushed his way through up to the magician. He pulled two spoons out from the magician's pocket and coat.

"What's this?" he gloated.

"Wait! I have another trick!" the magician called.

"Or you can give me my hundred bucks."

"You said you would!" Some one called out from the audience.

The magician pulled out his wallet and handed the man the hundred dollar bill.

"You have very good eyes sir." the magician complimented.

"Thanks."

The magician made his way down the stairs of the boat. He bumped into a hooded figure as he got off of it. The man who pointed out the trick felt around for his wallet. He couldn't find it or his watch.

"Someone stop that guy! Stop that guy in the leather jacket! He's got my wallet!"

Nevada.
Thursday.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the Nightingale Circus!"

The audience screamed and clapped.

"For our first act today, we have everyone's favorite clowns!"

The twisted circus went on through all of the acts, until the final one.

"Now, what everyone's been waiting for, the beautiful, the fabulous, the daring, Shadow Wielder!"

The circus tent went black, the audience gasped. A spotlight showed a woman standing in a long black cloak. She had black hair and two different colored eyes. Her left eye was green and her right eye was blue. Her nails, painted black. She pulled out throwing knives, one for each hand. She threw them into the air and tore off her cloak, showing the audience the collection of knives hidden all over her body. The Shadow Wielder caught the two knives she threw, putting them both in one hand. Targets started to appear through out the circus ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am The Shadow Wielder. I am going to throw all of my knives into the bulls eye, and split each one down the middle!"

Shadow took out another knife and started to juggle. She began to add knives until all thirty knives were in the air. Turning, she threw one at a target, followed by fourteen more on the remaining targets. With her left over knives, she threw each one through the first fifteen. The audience gave her a standing ovation. Bowing, the Shadow left the ring.

The hooded figure stood clapping with the audience.

Los Angeles.
Friday.

"Okay Los Angeles, are we ready to end this? When that timer reaches zero, a tank full of flesh eating piranhas will fall from above. A lady has to have handcuffs, right girls? One, two, three!"

A woman with red hair stood above a tank. At three, two men pulled off the black suit she was wearing to show a silver sparkly swimsuit underneath. The men cheered the loudest. A bell rang and the woman was plunged into the tank. She began to work on getting the cuffs off. She got the one on her hand off then began on the bottom. She couldn't get it undone so she started to pound on the tank screaming.

"She can't get out!" one of the guys in the audience called out. The timer reached ten seconds left.

Another guy from the audience grabbed a pole and started to pound on the tank. He couldn't break it. The woman finally got the chains off of her feet. She swam up to the top right as the timer hit zero. She couldn't get out fast enough, so the piranhas fell on top of her. The last thing the audience heard was her scream. All that was left was a tank full of blood. A hushed silence fell over the audience. The hooded figure watched along.

"Come on! This is bullshit!" the audience turned to the voice.

The woman stood there drenched, but alive.

"Whoever came up with this is a sick, sadist!"

The audience started to cheer for her.

Chicago.

A lady from the audience pushed the magician into his hotel room.

"I am your biggest fan!" she gasped.

"I can tell by you attacking my face right now, close the door."

"Come here!"

"Woah."

The woman pulled off her dress, leaving her in her bra and underwear. She fell on top of the magician in the bed.

"Wait." she pushed herself up.

"What?"

"How did you do-"

"The seven of diamonds on the side of the tower?"

"Yes."

"That's a trade secret."

"Uh huh."

"I'll give you a hint, it involved me bribing the tower electrician."

"How much?"

"Uh, fifty bucks?"

The woman pulled his top shirt off.

"Is it always the seven?"

"I can do that trick fifty two different ways."

"Can you do fifty two tricks on me?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"Oooh, magic man."

"Woah."

The magician looked up to see a card in his jacket pocket.

"Get off." the magician pushed the girl on the ground, "You need to leave."

"Are you kidding me? Oh my god this is so embarrassing."

The magician got up to inspect the card. It had LOVER written across it and words on the back.

"Is this what you do?"

The magician drowned out the woman's words and muttered the words on the card quietly, "March 29, 45 East Evan St."

"Don't worry about it, I'll call you." the magician waved to the woman.

"You don't have my number."

"I'm magic, I'll find it. Have a good night."

"You are such an asshole."

New York.

The other magician in the leather jacket leafed through the bills he found in the mans wallet. He threw the wallet away and counted the money, stuffing it in his jacket pocket. Feeling his other pockets, he pulled out a card. The front had DEATH on it and words written on the back.

New Orleans.

The hypnotist was packing up his display when he found a card. The front said HERMIT. There were words on the back.

Nevada.

The Shadow walked into her tent and began to change into sweats. She sat at her vanity with a sports bra and looked down to find the makeup wipes. A card was sitting on the table. Confused, she picked it up. It had TRICKSTER scrawled across the front. Words were on the back.

Los Angeles.

The woman illusionist walked up to the now clean tank of piranhas. A card was floating in the water. The front had HIGH PRIESTESS on it. Words on the back.

The same pattern for every card.