Out in Blind Sight

Chapter One: Imagination

They were sharp. Very sharp. Little trickles of innocent human blood stained the ends as he flashes them at me. He seemed like he was as old as time which helped him gain his power from my fear. His eyes sparkled against his blood stained white shirt and he seemed like the type that would normally chose to wear black. His puples were enlarged and dark as night with an inner circle of prevoking red that would make any mortal gaze in awe but run for the last moment they had left to life.

Normally I'd run. From anything I didn't understand or my mind couldn't comprehend. This impressive species set my curiousity into motion which kept my feet tight to the ground never wanting to move no matter how much I wanted to move them. I just stood there. Stunned as anyone could ever be. Still as stone. Did I fear death now? No was all escaped my lips.

He looked like he was pleasured in a way. Like he knew he was looking for me or was it longing that showed in his face. He looked cursed. The more you gazed, the more the dark seed in him seemed to present itself to the naked eye. He was tall and lean. The definition of his body seemed all natural. The way his shirt clung to his well defined chest and how his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. He was every woman's wild desire. Every woman's neglected sexual fantasy. He is here, alone, with me.

I turn as if to break into a run. To find safety. To save what was left of the last moments of my life. To accept my fate and come in peace with my mistakes. Be completely satisfied with the memories I had made and the little unintended ripples that I had started in the world. But, my legs defied me, not allowing me to move a muscle. He started to move. His stride was so quick and flawless.

All I could feel was the terror I've been trying to shield back, to control, creep up on me. And then I screamed.

"Very well done, Claire. See class, this is what hard work and an imagination looks like folks. If you got it, use it. If you don't then you may what to find it and fast before your grades start to really feel it. You may sit down now Claire. Will be looking forward to your next well written assignment and I hope it is as remarkable as this one." Mr. Davis said while smiling. He always smiles at me. That same damn smile, every time. God, I wish he would give it up. Either he does or I'm soon gonna slap it off him. Idiot!

I slowly walk to my chair and sink into it with gratitude. Hard work. If only he knew how much dedication was put into those thought -out words. If he was willing to praise, I'll take it. Even though I was told endless times, "self praise is better then none." Huh, self praise my ass. Grades were always important to me. They were the little bridges of life that decided wheither or not you were an achiever or a utter complete moron. Plus, they were my one-way ticket to the never ending land of the adulthood, University. They decided wheither or not I got the funds through scholarships which help shaped me as a person with IQpoints, not someone with a hamster wheel up there and the creature deciding when to spin it.

Mr. Davis pushed his glasses up his nose a little further while continuing to lecture and praise those of the remaining victims. You have your jocks in one corner, your brains in the front, and your outcasts in the back. High School is nothing but all sex, dreams, and belly button rings. You have your witches, your bitches, and your bastards. Yep, just another normal freaking day here in paradise. I watched in silence while idiot after idiot took the stand and read what they believed would get them a passing grade or somewhat close to it. Any old words on paper to them is good enough. Good luck! I kept waiting for the bell that would release me of this torturous classrooom. I've already done my part of this class. I sat, I read, I watched. Time to be done and freaking over with. 

The sound of the bell burst though my eardrums, interupting my constant stare at the blank wall. Finally, took damn well long enough! Students and teachers rushed out of the classrooms, flooding the hallways with uninterrupted chatter and deafening scuffling of feet. The scrunching of papers and the sounds of laughter filled the air. Along with the scatter bang of lockers were present long enough to remind you that the day was almost over and hell would be over soon. 

I made my way down the hallway. Ignoring the snickers and the whicspers as I passed the discolored lockers, through the empty gym, around the irritating sermon of the gossip cliques and out into the streaming sunlight. The heat of the city slapped me in the face; loving every minute. I squinted my eyes as I make my way to my car. Not making a single glance at the people rushing by. I just stared at my feet as Istrode along. Feeling relaxed and tired, I slid into the comforting seats of my ride and cranked the music at intense volume. With both hands on the wheel, I fed it gas and speed out of the parking lot to hit the open road.

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Days like these go on for hours. You go to school, you come home, you complete your duties and then your stuck with the boredom of trying to find something to accupy your spare time. Not pressed for time for anything to be completed, just down right bored. It's gotten darker outside now and the air has started to cool. The sun has almost completely set and their was not a cloud in the sky.

I grabbed a soda from the fridge. Not a single soul was home apart from me. Mom decided that working late hours would get her caught up on the mountains of paper work that has been siting on her desk for what seems to be the last decade. Dad also decided that taking up another buisness trip would kick his cooperation into high gear by getting another acceptance from a propsal he has probably been working on for months. And I, left alone to sit at the kitchen table by myself as usual. Lately, I refuse to do it.

I made my way back upstairs to sit at my computer desk hoping my newsfeed would give me some amusment. Anything is better then nothing, expecially when I was in no mood to crack a book. Scrolling through what seems countless hours of updated status' and other ridiculousness, nothing seems to catch my eye. You just had to finish your homework early, didn't you Claire. Your such a good student. Should have spaced it out or should have done it like every other normal teenager in the universe, not at all! 

I finally cave in and decide to get some fresh air, believing the bland indoor air was really getting to me. Next thing you know I'd probably end up talking to myself like those in the nut houses. Great, that's all I needed. To be diagnosed with insanity. Stepping into my converse and zipping up my coat, I headed straight out the door and into the cool, murky night. 

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The streets of downtown St. John's, Newfoundland always kept my senses in check. All the back alleys and streets were pitched black at this time apart from where the street lights were lit. But, then again, they never gave off much to begin with. The hustle and bustle of people were zipping up and down the streets. Laughing and stumbling, the cheap smell of booze and cigarettes off their breath. Adolescents in dangerously high skirts and shirts that scooped tramendously in the front showing too much cleavage for any pervert to handle. What's so sexy about that? I think you should go home little girl and put some real clothes on before Mommy gets you brought home my the cops. Cars honking their horns at those who crossed the street without looking before they moved their feet. Causing nothing but termoil in the streets. 

The back alleys filled with melodies of people's handmande music, erotic sex and the essense of drugs was intoxicating and alarming all at the same time. These parts of town are the places that spark my interest. Loving how the further you walked, the more the back alleys captivated you by all the underground art work by all those whom go unnoticed. I notice. And these master pieces should be on display everywhere, all around the world. Their was nothing safe about downtown. No matter how sketchy it looked, nothing could seem to keep me away. 

I reached into my pocket, taking out my IPhone and started to take continuous snapshots of the breathtaking underground imagination. All the lines were so neatly applied and the graffitti so dynamically thought out. All the colors seemed to explode into one another, no matching color skeem what so ever. Some of the images almost made me laugh out loud rather then just in my head.I was captivated by the cartoony affect of the images and how they gave them a very unique appearance. People really need to get lives besides the ones they create down here. Yet, so interesting.  I walked further up the alley, letting my guard down ever so slightly with each step I took until i was completely fearless. 

"Well hello there missy"

I turned around with a gasp but I was too late.