Eyeshine

Prologue

Most of us human being remember only the bad things in life, even if it was years ago.  My birth was one of these things. I remember my head being pushed out and me gasping for air as I cried. I remember the nurses grabbing me instantly and cutting my umbilical chord and putting me into the cart. I remember my fathers voice as he laughed and tears of joy ran down his eyes.

The nurse said,"It's a boy, a fine healthy baby boy!" My mother also began to cry even the nurses eyes shedded tears. I was tightly and quickly wrapped in a cotten blanket and the harsh cold suddenly went away. I was placed into a cradle and a machine rock me back forth as I heard the nurse,"Have you thought of a name","Malik." The other nurse had scribbled on her tablet. "May I hold my child please." 

My mothers embrace, she was lebanese and my father was african american, he worked as an MP for the colony. But as I staired her in the eyes she went wide eyed. "Nurse, come look at this","Yes Ms-" The nurse backed up from me slack jawed. "My god, his eyes," my father said with a smile. "There gorgeous. " 

I didn't know what  they where talking about intell the age of two. My eyes were amazing. But my brother always protected me about them. He said that some people out there didn't like them because of their jealousy. But I knew he was lying. They called me satans spawn, demon, monster, freak, unnatural, abomination, and so on. But I lived with it. that was intell that night.

Five years later

"Malik time for supper." I was just in my quarters doing my reading homework in pure darkness. But I couldn't resist the smell of tater tots. 

I rushed to the kitchen after grace we ate and then in the middle of my dads conversation about college with brother Jonah there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," Jonah said trying to avoid the conversation. My parents couldn't tell but I heard two no four sets of feet. One of them spoke out, " Keep your mouth shut and no one gets hurt."  I felt my stomach sink and my spoon began to shake and a tear fell down my cheek. "Malik? Sweety are you okay?" And then as if everything stopped  the only thing I heard was the sound of a gun and my brothers body falling to the floor. 

after that I remember my father taking me to pantry and shutting the door.

I heard them begging on there knees as the lights went off. The crooks where searching for jewels and other precious material. And then it was over I heard another pair of gunshots and my parents dying. You want to know the other thing I saw. The punks faces that murdered my family. And to this day I remember. And this is the story of how they died. This is the story of my revenge.