Through Blind Eyes

More boring stuff in school life, unintelligible to him and unimportant too. After class while reading the newspaper he had noticed a spike in the crimes of medical students and pretty much...anyone being killed! It was definitely oppressing enough to get a few questions wrong to not seem too smart, if Sunni stayed unnoticed, he wouldn't be killed! There seemed to be no solid pattern in the killings of the students. Tall, short, dark skinned, fair skinned, skinny, chubby, no pattern at all except for the fact that they were med students, which severely scared Sunni. Although death felt sort of relaxing the idea of not existing just was unnerving. He had no idea how many chances he would get at life, he had gotten two chances at life, which was literally impossible, so a third one was unlikely. This was already extremely lucky, and also confusing. Plus, he quite liked how this life was currently going, and he wouldn't easily give it up. He has to find a means of defense other than his fists, whatever was killing those people obviously could not be defeated by fists, he needed a gun or something else, maybe a human meat shield. Though he often didn't understand feelings and kinda just imitated them to seem normal, he definitely wasn't going to go out of his way to kill or make someone's day bad, but he definitely would rather someone else get killed, hell he'd sacrifice everything he owned if it meant living. He wasn't merciless, but he also wasn't the most merciful.

With that in mind and the school day over, he got out of bed, changed out of his pajamas and back into his school uniform, and went to the door. He didn't really have any clothes other than his school uniforms and pajamas they delivered nightly. When he made his way to the dorm's front door he noticed that Dionysus' room light was still on. Strange. It was about 9:30 at night and most of everyone had already gone to sleep, though, of course, city streets never sleep. Well, enough dwelling on his roommate, his sleep wasn't his problem.

After he had made it on the street he noticed that the air was thick. It always was due to all of the smog and thick fog that started to settle over the city hundreds of years ago. He got the strange feeling that thousands of eyes were watching him again. Not a glance, or a passing look. Like eyes that knew everything he's done. Good and bad. Sin and not. It was unnerving, but also unbelievably comfortable. Wait. Comfortable? That doesn't seem right at all..for some reason he couldn't feel uncomfortable. Like someone was controlling his emotions and making him feel like that. Like he was in a haze of comfort, a haze he couldn't get out, a haze that felt comfortable yet uncomfortable, especially with the knowledge that this ease he was feeling was fake and forced. He was walking. Walking in pursuit of nothing..why did he come out? Why didn't he stay inside? Where was he even? "Come to us" the voices in his mind sang. Wait. That didn't sound like his normal internal monologue? Something was happening and he didn't know what. "The creature"  "what?" "You're in danger" "huh? I'm in danger?"   He smiled, a smile of realization and horror. The smile you give when you know your fate is sealed. He strained against the strings in his mind controlling him. He couldn't get free.

After walking against his will to a forest he finally came to a halt. A halt in front of a wood cabin in the middle of the woods. He felt free but not at the same time. Like he could freely move his limbs but he couldn't run away. It seemed like he was being forced to wait for something. Something terrible. Someone came out. Someone? Yeah, they looked human and all..but something was off. Something that made every atom in his being want to run. "..I'm dead.." Sunni thought as a tall man with long hair down to his lower back, perfect hair, no split ends, not oily, not dry. He was deathly pale and looked like he belonged in a morgue. He had long nails that were black but were obviously not painted, as the black was on all of his fingers and was covering his fingertips. It looked creepy, like the black was creeping up his hands to eventually  engulf them in darkness. He was carrying a lantern, a lantern with a red fire. Not the normal red shades of a fire, the whole flame was a bright red, and it made him unnerved. The iris of his eyes were black like normal, but the pupil was white, a milky, hazey white. It was obvious he wasn't blind, as the man was focused on his face. The man gestured with his strange hands to follow him. As if a strange force was pulling him he willingly obeyed. He assumed he was going in the cabin, but the man just walked around it. Sunnis mind was in shambles, he was so certain he was going to die tonight, maybe end up on the news too, as a new case of gutted human remains.

They reached a strange alter, with a symbol on it. It was known as the anarchist symbol on earth. This was the third time he had something related to anarchy, what was going on? Suddenly he was falling on the alter and watching multiple people who looked just like that strange man come out. He eventually passed out. But the last thought in his mind was: "this world...is really strange.."

When he woke up, which he wasn't expecting to do he felt different. He felt..spiteful, like he wanted something to go wrong with everything, like he wanted anarchy. When he got up from the altar he felt quaint. He looked at at his toes and fingers he wasn't missing anything. When he looked at his stomach there was no scar to indicate they took organs or something. When he looked at his fingers he noticed something strange. He had long nails, long, sharp, and scary nails, nails that were black at the tips...nails aren't supposed to grow that long overnight..? Suddenly he remembered that man, the man that led him here, the man that was strange, the man that probably did this. He started pulling and tugging on his nails to see if they were fake. They didn't even bend. Well, enough dwelling on that. Other than feeling quaint and spiteful and confused, he was all intact, didn't lose any limbs, didn't lose any organs, and didn't die. He didn't know where he was, but retained a few memories before he passed out. He distinctly remembered the wood cabin.

After walking for hours he found it and the greenery was getting thinner. He must be almost out. But he felt strangely drawn to the cabin, so he decided he might as well.

When he walked in the cabin he was immediately hit with a cold gust. He shut his eyes hard, expecting to be killed on the spot. After sitting there like an idiot with his eyes closed, he cracked his left eye open. He saw no one, nothing but the cabin. A small living room with a chandelier, a clock, a couch, and a window. Surprisingly normal. He saw a tiny room to the left and opened the door which wasn't locked. It was a bathroom. A sink, a toilet, a shower, and a mirror. He looked into the mirror. He was pale like that man, his hair had gotten longer and straighter. His hair now reached his shoulders and was bone straight. Not a curl in sight. His skin had not a blemish on it, and he had a blood red undertone. His now had spirals in the middle. Black eyes with white spirals in the middle. He had long lashes and lips that were dry and cracked and even bleeding. He looked strange. When he smiled in the mirror out of nervousness, afraid it was a prank or something he had fangs, not vampire fangs, as they weren't sharp or long enough to be, but his canines were definitely sharper than before, and his mouth was bloody on the inside. It wasn't his blood either. Shocked that he hadn't noticed the taste of blood in his mouth he spat. His spot was blood red. He turned on the tap water and rinsed his mouth. He smiled again to check. He was good now. He was glad he looked in the mirror, if he talked to anyone like that with blood in his mouth he would definitely be shot or something. While he was in the mirror he noticed that he was still in his uniform, but it wasn't dirty like how he expected it to be after he was sleep on an altar for god knows how long.

When he walked out of the house he was feeling relieved and unnerved. It was like someone had known that he'd come here after. He walked aimlessly until he heard something he recognized from afar. The school bells! He was close to his school!

After running for awhile he reached the gates of his school. He ran to the office immediately. When he got there he asked the date and the time. He'd been gone for a week. "What?"  "I said, its October 19th, Year 1304." He smiled in disbelief "your joking." "I'm a receptionist, not a court jester."  "..."

He ran to his dorm. He didn't bother showing up to class, it was already 5 pm, so he'll just go to school tomorrow. When he came in he noticed a lot of left overs in the fridge, apparently Dionysus had still been cooking for both of them despite him being gone. Gosh, he really was such a sweet roommate! He took out something that looked like Käsespätzle and heated it up on the oven. Even though they had certain modern equipment they also didn't have a lot of modern equipment. When he sat down at the table Dionysus came out of his room rubbing his eyes like he'd gone to sleep. Who goes to sleep at this time?!?! "Orion..?"  "Yeah, it's me, sorry I disappeared on ya!" He said it in a cheerful-joking hoping to make it seem as if it wasn't strange. Dionysus rubbed his eyes again, as if he couldn't believe it.

  "Is it really you..?"

  "Yeah..at least I think"

  "You  look... different, Orion."

"Are you insulting me?"

"No! It's a compliment! You look different in a good way!"

Dionysus immediately started defending himself, not wanting to get on sunnis bad side the second he got back from his... vacation. It seemed like Dionysus was the only one who really noticed he looked different. But what about his eyes..? They were definitely irregular and you were sure to notice them. Was everyone playing dumb?

"Dionysus, look into my eyes and tell me if anything is amiss." Dionysus looked puzzled but agreed to do it anyway, it wouldn't hurt. He looked into his eyes and suddenly scowled.

"What's wrong?"

Dionysus sarcastically answered, clearly irritated which was really out of character for him.

"No, Orion, nothings "wrong" with your eyes."

He seemed really irritated for some reason, the second he looked Orion in the eyes he got mad. What did that mean? Did Dionysus suddenly hate him? Was he not a good friend? Was he not a good roommate? Was he annoying?

Maybe he was hallucinating when he was in the cabin. To make sure, he went to the bathroom in his room and looked in the mirror. No? No, the spirals were still there? Why was no one noticing? Dionysus noticed his hair, maybe not his nails, which were, by the way, still really weird. Whatever, he'd figure it out later..