Behind These Silver Eyes

Prologue

"But, Daddy, I wanna go play with Xander," whined the six year old girl, dressed in jeans, drenched in mud.

"Fine, Audrey, just be back for dinner, okay," the twenty-eight year old man sighed tiredly, working at an old worn peeling oak desk.

"Okay Daddy," chirped Audrey, before kissing him on the cheek, "I love you, Daddy," she called running out the heavy front doors, leaving them wide open in her haste and excitement to see her friend.

"I love you, too. Audrey, close the door," the man called. Realizing it was useless, he decided to leave it open, as the house was getting a bit stuffy.

Turning back to his work, the maple haired man just sighed again. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, trying to fight of the fatigue that was overcoming him. He put his lenses back on and leaned back in his office chair, his nose an arrow towards the dark, mahogany ceiling.

The man suddenly sat straight up like a stick, thinking he heard footsteps, "Audrey", he called,"Is that you?" Upon hearing no response he resolved the noise was a figment of the mind, a side effect of his weariness. To be pre cautious, the young, fit, tall man stood up and closed the front doors.

As he was sitting back down, the footsteps sounded again, closer. The man turned around, his peculiar silver-brown eyes went wide, his pupils growing in size.

"Hello, Joshua," said the intruder, a dark-skinned man with alarmingly cold dark eyes

Joshua visibly paled, turning to a ghost. "No..."

The soil-colored skinned intruder smirked menacingly.