Eyeshine

Chapter 2 A Divine Creation

Note: Dayo Okeniyi played Thresh in the Hunger Games

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Grabbing the sack he emptied the contents on the table to reveal a thick metal with a stout and short end. He lit a match and flicked it into the forge and watch coals blaze.

The stinging embers flying from the forges hot orange coals reminded him of the burning light in the pantry. The sound of the rain was the same as well, along with the thunder that mimicked the three shots from the gun that took the life of his loved ones.

Malik had placed the thick glowing material onto the anvil and began to strike it.

KLANG, KLANG, KLANG!

It mimicked the sound of the crooks walking through his kitchen. Malik had wiped the sweat from his brow and staired at the lamp which was only source of light. He stook the metal sheet back into the orange coals and grasping the lamp he blew. It was pitch black and suddenly light erupted. 

A beatiful blue sight had came out and he remembered the words from his mother

"Your eyes are a gift from fate" his mom would say. But he remembered the others saying," Demon!, send the kid out here!" He remembered the large mob circling the perimeter of the hospital.

For years when he walked alone not doing anything he would hear whispers of men and women calling him the spawn or the not so normal man.

In the complete dark Malik went back to work.

The metal sheet was now a bright orange with intensive  heat. He began to manipulate the metal with the hammer as he pounded to the edge to a fine angle and flipping it on the other side he done the exact same and gave it a clip point like edge. with it stll glowing orange he pounded the two and  half inch end making a thick grip. With the grip alone the rest was a foot and two inches. 

He placed the orange grip back into the coals and had placed the would be grip into the wholes and twisted one time around. With all that gone by he placed the end in the water. 

He brushed and polished of water sut or ash was on the metal to reveal his divine creation.

A black blade with a width one inche and with a half inch serated edge at the end of the blunt side and width a two and a half inch leather handle. 

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As the rain worsened Mr. Reichter wondered into the new school house trying to get warm. "Illuminate.... Nothing happened. "Illuminate!" Still nothing happened. He placed the satchel on the counter and placed his clothes and by hand pressed the button for the lights. But as he paid attention to his surroundings he heard his old record I'd cry a river for you playing in the background. "Malik, I've told you twice about leaving my records on!","Don't get a heart attack old man."

 It wasn' Malik. As he turned to his living room he found an attractive man with blonde hair and natural tan skin that glowed with skinny jeans and a lace longsleeve. "Rodrick Morales!" Reichter had said with a fake smile. "What brings you here?","Old business you and I. You have somthing that belongs to my father."

"How is that old arse?","Watch your tongue, you may find it on the floor flopping like a fish for air."  Walking over to him the strange man had staired at Reichter and gently as if like a lover had brushed his face. And suddenly grabbed his neck. Gently he asked,"What's in the satchel?"

"For you.........It's the end sweetheart!! That family your father and those goons murdered. Did you know that they had another SON!" Rodricks eyes went into shock. "Yeah thats right! The last boy, the youngest one. And he saw it ALL." Rodrick had a smirk on his face. "You're lying," he said. 

"No, and I adopted him. You know what he said to me the first night I brought him here? He said I'm going to kill them all, I want justice. AND HE WAS FIVE." She had smiled and flicked her wrist to reveal a bootknife in her hand. "Thats a violation of your parole","Oops."

The record change to Nina Simones Feeling Good and none of them spoke as the blade was placed on Reichter face. 

A new voice was added. "Mr. Reichter I finished the pro- Malik had stormed in to find a man leaning over Reichart at the bar table. He thought for a quick second that he might have been a friend but noticed the blade on his face. "So is this little runt you're talking about?" 

Malik had felt fear crawl back in, it was the same fear he had as a child.

Calmly Malik had placed the arm length sheathed blade behind his back. "Malik stay over there, everythings fine."

Malik knew this was not fine at all he was watching a  strange man put a blade to his friends face and this did not suit him. To him the blade wasn't that heavy, he could throw it and kill the man. But it was large and sharp enough to the point to where Reichter could hurt as well. "Better do as he says child. Someone could get hurt." Malik had swallowed his fear. As the man monoluged he began to calm himself down. He saw the coffee table and had turned around to find the remote. 

"What do you think kid?,"The man had grabbed Reichters shirt collar while Malik replied. "Honestly I didn't hear a word you said."

Like the pace of lightning Malik grabbed the remote and threw it mans hand leaving his opponent in  short term pain. But still having the knife in hand  he charged at Reichter.

"NO!"

Malik had watched as his friend fell to floor clutching his shoulder. 

Like a bull he charged after the man who crashed through the window but was stopped ,"MALIK GET BACK HERE!" He remembered his old bleeding friend. "OH MAN, OH MAN, REICHTER!","Listen to me." The man spoke between breathes. "Take my satchel, and run to the valley........Theres a ship there........The satchel as everything you'll need. Go I'll be fine." Malik had ran to his fallen blade and back Reichter in order to pick him up but was smacked. "GO BOY. THE MP's WILL BE HERE ANY MOMENT GO!" Malik had stormed out grabbing the satchel and had noticed the trail of the mysterious man in the long grass but had to make his own trail. He would have to wait for him.