Black Eyes

Chapter 5

Nakir expected nothing but to enter the bedroom of a sixteen year old. The room was small and full of scattered clothes, it smelled of disinfectant. This reassured him a little. Rock band posters were strewn across the walls. A vinyl was framed in gold and hung on the wall near a birch door. Another door on the right led to another room and was partially opened. Nakir peeked inside: it was a small white tiled bathroom. An armchair similar to that of Rimar, but more professional looking and cream-coloured, was placed against a wall. A high stool was next to the chair. A cream-coloured wooden desk with a myriad of papers placed all in order occupied almost the entire work surface and a device that had every aspect of a sanitizer was next to the desk. Inside there were many surgeon's tools, sharp and candid. The room had the same white musk smell as the SPA, an almost consumed incense was placed on the desk which had also some neat books with coloured spines on the various shells. There wasn't a patch of mould even if you searched for it with a magnifying glass and the blue tiled floor looked recently washed, not a single stain dirtied it.

Nakir turned his head towards the girl. She had short, blue hair with a quiff on the front that moved with her head and was scribbling something in a notebook.

"Come on" said Demetra turning to Nakir "And please take off your boots"

Only then he realised she also wasn't wearing shoes.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a neat freak" she said with a smile without taking her eyes off the notebook "But as you can see, not about order" she giggled to herself.

"Sorry..." Nakir interrupted her "Is there a bathroom?"

The girl waved her head to the half-open door and Nakir thanked her as he headed to the bathroom. When he had finished he was about to return to the lab, when he almost accidentally saw himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. It looked like he hadn't had a bath in days and his hair had gone from wet to greasy. He took the opportunity to wash it in the sink, scrubbing them with hand soap. It didn't matter, he wouldn't have remained filthy a second longer.

"Hey are you alive?" he heard Demetra calling him.

"I'll be right there" Nakir replied, squeezing his hair and tugging it behind his pointy ears.

As he came out of the fresh-smelling bathroom he saw Demetra wearing a pair of precision glasses placed on her forehead.

This looks like real technology. Not that other junk. Nakir thought referring to Rimar's equipment.

He laid down on the surprisingly comfortable chair and let the girl study him.

"My name is Nakir by the way" he said friendly.

"You already know mine, but please call me Demy" she replied smiling.

"How old are you?"

"Almost twenty-four" she smiled again.

She looked younger than her age and yet she had a maturity in her eyes that Nakir noticed as a twinkle behind that innocent face, in the way she looked at him as if she were undecided whether to ask him a question or not.

"I'll give you a local anaesthetic. I hope it won't take long" said the girl, putting on white rubber gloves.

Nakir felt the needle piercing him a few times around the small rectangle. He didn't notice, but Demy had made a small incision to reveal the device under the skin.

"Shit!" he heard her scream.

"What the hell is it?" Nakir almost shouted, motionless on the chair.

"They installed a tracker on you!" the girl shouted again "And it's implanted deeply!"