The Killers Eye's

ELEVEN

I opened my eyes not seeing anything, and once I realized there was a cloth over my eyes I closed them again so I wouldn't hurt my eyes on accident. I tried to move my hands, but they were tied tightly behind me. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and I felt as if someone was watching me. I listened and heard breathing that wasn't mine.

"I know you're there." I say before hearing footsteps.

"I was just enjoying the view." The voice said and I recognized from earlier today.

"There's not much to see." I explain before feeling someone untie the cloth around my eyes. They took it off, and I looked around to see that the to was lit by a chandelier filled with candles.

"You're quite the beauty Annette. I don't see how you can't see that." He said wearing a mask that was more like a masquerade ball mask. It had half his face cobered, but covered more of his nose.

"What are you hiding?" I ask and he looks up at me, but the dark room made it hard to see what he looked like.

"I'm not hiding anything." He said before sitting down in the chair a feet feet away from me. He looked at me, and I sighed looking away. "Do I make you feel uncomfortable Annette?"

"I don't like when people stare at me."
"And why's that?"

"Because I know they think I'm different and they point out my flaws. They don't do it out loud, but i knoe they're doing it."

"And how do you know that?"

"The way they look at me. The way they squint their eyes for just a second, and then look at me in disgust. Their movements. Their slight actions. A human being can show how they really feel with a simple look at you."

"Am I judging you?" I listened closely to his heartbeat and the way he was breathing. His posture told me he was relaxed, and felt safe. His heartbeat was quick, and his breathing was slow as if he was trying to calm himself down. He had his hands in fists, and Everytime I looked at him they would tighten.

"No. You are nervous, but fascinated by me. You are relaxed, but your nerves are up there." I looked up at him, and his fists tightened. He had black gloves on that were warn out. Every time he tightened his grip they would make a noise, and he would close his eyes as if in pain. "Why do you do that?" I ask and he looked at me confused. "Why do you tighten your grip when I look at you."

"Doesn't matter." It was silent after he said that, and I looked at what he was wearing.

I looked at his outfit to see he was wearing a black button up with a blood red tie, and black dress pants. I remember seeing a dress suit jacket hanging on the chair before he sat down, and it made me wonder what he was really hiding.

"How do you know my full name?" I ask breaking the silence, and he sighed opening his eyes. He had green eyes, but since I couldn't see the other eye I wasn't too sure if both eyes were the same color.

"Because I know who you are. You know who I am too. It's been a while though so you probably don't recognize me."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lucas. I'm James brother." I looked at him confused, and remembered James brother. James told me his brother died in a fire when they were younger.

"I don't think we know the same James."

"Oh but we do. My brother was demanded to tell everyone that I died in a fire. I didn't though. Something happened though, and my father thought that I was unfit to be seen. So I was locked in my room. Until a few months ago that is."