We're Called Halfies

How can Blue be Green?

I get exactly two steps into the hallway when I hear the sounds of medical staff approaching the room I’d just vacated.

Doing a full one-eighty, I rush back into the room, running into the man I just left. Trying to push past him to the window (fully intending to do a repeat of my previous acrobatics) when he grabs hold of my shoulders, stopping me in my steps.

Pointlessly trying to release my shoulders from his arms, I huff and look up at him

“What do you want?! Let go of me, they’re coming!”

“What do you mean I’m not human?”

Incredulously I look at him “what do you mean? Are you shitting me? Mate, I’ve got to go, they’re coming and I need to make myself scarce”

Attempting to push past again, I’m stopped once again and shaken by the shoulders. Panic and irritation come out in full force

“WHAT?”

“What the actual fuck did you mean when you said I wasn’t human?”

There’s a hint of panic on his face that wasn’t there before and I feel a tiny amount of sympathy for him. Maybe he’s a newly turned. That would explain why he’s not Branded and questioning me about what he is.

But they’re turned in Labs, not hospitals.

What are you?

The look on his face is full born panic now and he’s shaking me.

“Y-you’re not human. But not Halfie either. I don’t know what you are. You smell different, that’s all. And your eyes. They’re different”

“Different? Different how?”

“It’s not so much the colour – that’s pretty ordinary actually, green, but one’s reflective and the other’s not. It’s like a human and Halfie eye on your face. That’s all, really”

 “Green? What? They’re Green?”

A dull expression crosses my face. “Really? Out of everything I just said, you’re fascinated by the colour of your eyes? Not the fact that one’s shiny and reflective and possibly night-sighted?”

His face pales and he looks like he’s either going to pass out or vomit. Or knowing my luck; do both.

“No, you don’t understand. You don’t get it. I don’t care if they’re night sighted or reflective or whatever the fuck you said. They’re green? I have blue eyes. I was born with dark blue eyes.”

Looking at this obviously deluded boy, all I do is raise my eyebrows.

This seems to aggravate him into talking though.  

“look you silly girl, I was born to two blue eyed parents, with three blue eyed siblings. My grandma had blue eyes. The only person in my family who doesn’t have blue eyes is my grandpa!”

My blank look relays to him the extent of my understanding

“What don’t you understand? My eyes are blue!”

Tired of this nonsense I lead over to the mirror in the centre of the room. I point to the green eyes that adorn his face. “Look right there mister. If they aren’t green, I’ll bet the 150 gold pieces I swiped the other day. Face the fact, they’re green.”

If he looked sickly before, he looked like death warmed up now.

“But how is that even possible? How can blue become green?”