In His Eyes (Phan)

In His Eyes

Winston ran faster than his legs could go. He couldn't breathe as footsteps pounded furiously behind him, his pursuers growing closer and closer. His brown eyes were laced with fear.

A crackle sounded from behind him as a megaphone sparked to life. "Winston! Just surrender! You can't escape from us!" A woman's amplified voice shouted through the device.

Winne took a hard breath. "Never, bitch!" Then roughly turned the corner to an isolated window and crashed through.

The sound of glass shattering echoed off the long hallway, startling his pursuers in the process.

"NO!" She screamed, but it was already too late. By the time the vigorously chasing crowd reached the window, Winnie's body was already splayed across the pavement below.

"Shit," a man commented.

The lead woman, Kimber, pursed her lips in annoyance. "Go get him. There's work to be done."

Her goons nodded in affirmance and dispatched to go retrieve the body of Winston Merryweather.

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The first thing I registered when I opened my eyes were the bright overhead fluorescents. Everything was in focus; too much in focus. Where was I?

A woman to my right cleared her voice. "Good. You're awake. "

I slowly turned my head to face her, my neck cracking as if it hadn't been used in awhile.

She turned to a man standing behind her. "Ah, they're blue. It's one of ours." The woman faced me once more. "What do they call you?"

My shoulders lifted upward in a gesture of not knowing, surprising myself.

The lady smiled. "Ah, you're already fitting into the role."

I parted my lips. "Role?" I whispered.

She nodded once. "Yes. We need you to retrieve information from a comrade of your host, Dan Howell, since the original target is, well..." She gestured towards me. "Incapacitated."
Letting out a breath, I sat up slowly, turning the words over in my head.
"Who are you?"

"Don't go too fast there," The woman chuckled. "I'm Kimber, the head of the northern England division."

I nodded. "Who am I?"

"Ah, you must be newborn. Let's call you... Phil."

The guard behind her looked surprised. "Ma'am, that's my-"

"Phil it is," she insisted.

I hesitated. "What information am I to retrieve?"

Kimber looked bored, as if she had answered this question many times.
"You are to find out where the rebel base is."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Search your-Winston's, memories. Figure out where the rendezvous point is, then allow him to lead you to it. Once you are there, press the button on this device." She handed me a keychain with a plastic-covered button attached. "It will send us the coordinates."

I took the keychain. As I did so, a picture flashed through my mind of two boys: one with black hair and brown eyes, and the other with brown hair and matching brown eyes.
Something told me I was the one with black hair.