Apollo's Muse

Lykos (Telescopic Vision) VI

* Pic is of the night landscape

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Lykos snuck past the darkened windows of his parents bedroom and hoisted himself up through his own bedroom window. 

Yet another sleepless night walking in the forest. I’m going to go insane at this rate.

Frustrated, he leaned his shoulder against the window and stared moodily into the darkness. The snow was irritating, the way he struggled to cover his tracks, but at least he was learning. 

One more skill to add to the list.

His mouth twisted in a wry smile. His mother’s incessant optimism must be getting to him. He narrowed his eyes. A slight flicker in the neighbors’ window caught his attention, and suddenly all his senses were on high alert. He watched, intently, waiting for it to happen again.

Nothing.

Ahhh, come on. No assassin’s there, at any rate. Only that pretty girl… Mmmm. I wonder why she looks so unwell? 

He furrowed his brow and sighed. His sleep deprived brain was giving him a splitting headache.

It’s probably contagious. This place. We’re all sleep deprived maniacs. With imaginary assassins stalking us. Great.

He unbuttoned his shirt, hating the feeling of being overheated. His body temperature drove his mother crazy. He had worn shorts and a tee shirt all year round as long as he could remember. He threw the irritating garment across the room and glared out his window again.

Stupid world.

He went and got his dumbbells, and clunked them down on the top of his tallboy dresser. 

Might as well work out. Nothing better to do. Maybe I’ll get tired and then I can sleep or something.

He reached over and yanked the curtains shut, and began pumping a cool 15kg. 

Feel the burn, baby. Feel the burn.

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After a minute or two he tensed. Something was different. He senses were so sharp, he could almost locate which tree that owl was hooting from in the forest at the end of the street. He switched of his light and gave his eyes a second to adjust.

It’s actually kind of cool. I feel like I’ve got superpowers sometimes. 

He grimaced at his own thoughts.

Ugh. Crazy guy alert.

He paused by the door and checked the lock, and went to his window and listened for breathing. 

Nothing.

He edged the curtain aside. A lamp had been switched on in the neighbors’ house, the one with the round bay window. The curtains were drawn aside, and the window wide open. The blonde girl was pulling a pink dressing robe around herself, and she wandered over to the desk with the big iMac on it. He narrowed his eyes at the object she picked up in her little hands. 

A book, bound in leather. 

He watched her open it and stroke the page with her fingertip, as if tracing the words. She walked across the room and he watched her climb into bed, snuggling against the pillows. She was still for a few minutes, and he guessed she’d probably be like that for a while.

So. I’m not the only insomniac after all.

He narrowed his eyes and studied her.

So thin. Her knees are like blades poking through her pajamas. And her face is almost hollow. What’s wrong with her? 

He caught his breath as she lifted the page and blinked those long lashes as she kept reading.

So beautiful. 

He felt a smile creeping to his lips when she unconsciously wiggled her nose. 

Cute.

Then something hit him.

Woah! How can I even be seeing all this? That house is at least two hundred metres away. Telescopic eyes or something?

He freaked out a bit, scanning the rest of the landscape - the stone wall between the properties, the evergreens with their frosting of snow, the streetlights by the road, the houses across the street. Every detail registered in his brain as if he were mere inches away.

Woah… Hold up. This isn’t right. What the hell is going on here?

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