Hacking The Heart [Immortal Hearts #1] (#Wattys2016)

[19] - Open Your Eyes

4th Street - FBI Building; 6:00 AM:

"Do you really, really want to know who we are?" K laughed crazily as she brought her face to Kaylee's own. "Are you really, really sure?!"

K grinned with wide, eerie eyes - eyes that screamed of K being a murderous, most likely psychotic person who killed for fun. It was obvious to Kaylee that this woman, who looked exactly like herself, was not all there. Kaylee could see the murderous intent dripping off of K. At her root, K was the complete opposite of everything Kaylee was. Even down to the movement of her cells.

Where Kaylee was always happy, K was always sad. Where Kaylee was always spontaneous, K was always predictable. K and L, where had they come from? These two, who were shrouded in mystery, stood before an utterly lost Kaylee. What was real and what was fake? Was he the real Landon, was she the fake Kaylee? Those were the thoughts that circled inside of Kaylee's head.

"We--"

"K, we have to get going." L pulled his hood back up.

"Ehhhh!" K gave a hoarse groan. "Dude, you are so fucking boring! Let me have some fun now and then...sheesh."

"If I did, we'd have a massacre on our hands." L laughed. "Not that there's anything wrong with that..."

Kaylee sat still as they left the cell after treating her like weak little flea in their lives. As the stench of blood took over the cell, the darkness once again came about, only this time, Kaylee was alone in pure silence. She couldn't believe what she had seen, it had to be some sort of mirage or hallucination. It was impossible.

Landon's 2nd Apartment; Same Time:

Landon was still in a partial shock as he continued to try to figure out the sight he had seen. Landon could only think as he was imprisoned in his own thought. Through his eyes, fiction had suddenly turned into reality. The two had become muddied, mixed into one, and it left him unable to spot a difference.

Maybe it was his mental exhaustion, or the pounding inside of his head, but Landon begun to hear a static ringing, much like one a person could hear from a TV. It didn't come from outside, nor did it come from inside of the apartment, but where it did come from was the inside of his own head.

Sitting up from his bed, Landon rubbed his eyes and stared at the white wall in front of him. He saw something standing there in front of him, a tall, solid black figure. It was completely still and didn't move, however, it continued to blink in and out of sight. Landon rubbed his eyes once more, and looked again, the figure was still in the same spot, unmoved, as the static in his head became more intense.

"Lanshhon....openshh....eyeshhh..." Landon could hear a very faint voice come through the static. "Heedshh..thishhh..."

"Open...my eyes? Heed...this?" Landon asked.

"Open. Your. Eyes." the static dissappeared and the deep voice became clear. "Open your eyes and allow me reveal myself to you."

Landon blinked, unsure of what it meant by 'open your eyes.' Landon opened his eyes as wide as he possibly could, yet nothing happened at all. However, the black figure stood against the wall, just as it had been since it first appeared. Landon could do nothing with the figure's vague words, other than guess and try anything that had come to mind.

Right then, the black figure became taller and wider before a tall, frail looking man stepped out of it. Pale, tall, and rail-thin, the man looked around the empty apartment.

This creepy man had long, white hair with bangs that covered over half of his face; allowing him to look out, but allowing no one to look in. The rest of his white hair traveled down the length of his back and down to his calves. Hair that would have taken years and years to grow appeared to belong to a man of twenty or so years old, and Landon had noticed that much.