Eyes of White 2

NEW Chapter 4: Dreaming of Death

Persephone's eyes opened slowly. She was in a car. Her face was smushed against the cold window of the car. Rain was gushing outside, trickling down the window.

"Zania," she called, still half-asleep, "how much longer do we have?"

"I don't know."

Persephone groaned. Where are we even going? she thought and looked at the dismal clouds in the sky pour rain down. She thought she saw a wolf running beside her, a white wolf.

"Penelope!"

The wolf looked up at her, and it turned out it was a wolf. Its eyes were a stormy grey.

It snarled and whispered, "Persephone. Fancy seeing you here."

There was no love in its tone. The tone was full to bursting with malice and hatred. "Why didn't you come looking for me?"

Persephone screamed for Zania to stop the car, which, even though they were in the middle of a busy highway, she did.

Persephone opened the door and stepped onto the marshy roadside. "Penelope, I have been! All over Queenstown-"

"And not once did you assume I'd have moved to where The Evil was strongest? Impudent Warden. I should kill you now. But I don't want you to miss the spectacular show. Why, it'll start in 3... 2... 1..."

After Penelope had said 'one', a speeding car shot down the highway, inexplicably silent, and inexplicably blind. They didn't seem to notice Zania's car stretched out across the lane, and they just kept coming and coming until...

Persephone screamed as the two colliding fuel tanks blew up. Pieces of shrapnel fell flaming at her feet, the remains of her grandmother's car a burning skeleton.

The next thing to fall landed straight into Persephone's hands.

A clean, fleshless skull. Untouched by fire.

Penelope stood by, now human. "Now, there's something you don't see every day!"

Persephone lunged toward her twisted sister, determined to tear her apart.

They wrestled, lightning crackling, wolves and wildcats howling.

Persephone could hear a voice in the back of her head, goading her to fight. She knew that voice.

The Evil.

No! she thought. I mustn't fight!

But she kept going until she held her sister's beating heart in her hands.

Shrieking with laughter, she pulled out something else from Penelope's stricken body: her Gifts.

The five Gifts all interlocked, and she instantly snapped, turned to madness.

That was when she caught the reflection of her eyes in her sibling's glassy, unblinking ones.

Utterly, completely white.

She screamed at the thought of herself becoming so hideous, and this was what snapped her awake.

Her face was pressed against her pillow, but it was hot and wet with tears.

She was glad she woke up. Her dream had just reached critical terror level.

Suddenly, the clouds above the house flashed with insane lightning, but, instead of being afraid, Persephone felt her heart wrench. Storms weren't scary anymore, they were simply a reminder of the heartbreak Persephone had felt six months. ago. And, more recently, tonight.

Images flashed through her mind, horrible, gory memories. Her mother's emaciated body. Her sister's muzzle, dripping with spittle and blood. The gaping wound in her calf from Penelope's bite. And, of course, the buzzing white eyes of her sister's wolfish form when The Evil was controlling her.

Persephone groaned as her stomach lurched from the sickening imagery shooting through her pained head as the storm kept flashing.

Penelope. Penelope. Penelope.

++Persephone! I'm out the window!++

The horrid voice, The Evil's voice, sounded distorted and not normal.

Like... Penelope's. Persephone had to force herself not to look out the window. The voice was so compelling, so alluring... she had to look. Just one peek...

When she looked out the window, she saw swirling hypnotic eyes that drew her in closer, putting her in a trance...