Glowing Eyes// Adopted by The Joseph's [√]

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The sky was loosing its golden glow and the moon hovered over the hills, its white light slowly surfacing the grassy terrain.

The streets, illuminated by the numerous lampposts lining parallel on the asphalt ground. His car ran over the road smoothly. Thankful he chose the black Audi as it ran over a speed bump, signaling he was closer to the town square, where he'd be meeting this mysterious man that called him to meet just the other day.

He stepped out of the vehicle after parking it within the white lines, careful not to scuff his custom made pearl white Vans with 'Wing$' written in black at the ankle of both shoes.

He straightened his black blazer and patted his freshly pressed cream slacks that matched according to the white shirt he wore looking for his keys to secure the car's safety. His slicked back blonde hair glowing dimly as he casually walked his way to the coffee shop he was to meet this man at.

He was a very high maintenance man. One that would never be seen without his head held high. He had confidence to match his ego. But don't let that fool you, the media isn't as trustworthy as you may think. He was dying inside– Metaphorically of course. Every day that passed, every year spent without his sisters by his side sickened him. His past haunted him.

He remembered the day his baby sister sat on his bed. Listening to his mix tapes, his pre- released albums and the smile that decorated her face. He had made his album about her. About them. But of course he had to change it up a bit to give a different meaning of the album to the public. How much he'd love to go back to the days without problem. Without a care in the world.

Numerous bright lights shown out across his face as he crossed the street. He winced and remembered the pair of Gucci glasses that where ready to be used any moment in his pocket. He slid them across his head. Making sure his eyes weren't visible to others with the yellow taint that spread like wild fire from the pupils of his eyes.

"Macklemore! Macklemore, over here!" A woman with a tight bun and pencil skirt shouted.

He shook his head and put his hand up in refusal to speak as he simply speed-walked away from them, barging into the cafe's double doors, drawing attention for some.

"Matthew?" A shocked voice called after him.

He whipped his head back to the direction it came from. He's never been called that name in years. 7 years to be exact. It was him. The man that saved his life. He didn't know his name, but he was sure as hell he wouldn't forget the face.

The never ending ringing sounded throughout the room. His eyes fluttered open, bright blue eyes scanned the room hesitantly as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

"Fuck." He hissed, pressing his hand on the white patch that lied across his shirtless body.

"Matthew? You awake? Hey..." A man with a badge he couldn't identity asked him.

"Wha... Where am I? Who are you?" He forced out. His defensive instincts coming out as he sat up on the bed, ignoring the staggering pain that erupted from his bandage. "Where are my sisters?"His eyes turning a shade of crimson red. Zack cowered back.

"I'm Zack, I work for the CIA. Me and my crew came in from a reported gun shooting from local police. Your sister Ashley is in the ICU at the moment. I'm uncertain of Elizabeth."