Dark Side of the Moon

Shaded Eyes

A/N Wasssup my doods. So I know this is a short chapter, but its my first one, and it also felt like the right time to end it. There will my more coming, hopefully longer. If you have a comment, please fell free to leave it.

~Iris~

About 3 days after we were born, the doctors had noticed an anomaly in our DNA. All three of us were getting warmer by the second. Our body temperatures rising with no explanation. The cells and systems in our bodies began to fail, and we couldn't sustain ourselves.

Many a footstep was exchanged while people scampered around to figure why exactly we were failing. Yet, there wasn't a single soul that could find the root of the problem.

That was until my brother's nurse had a genius idea.

Why not co-bed the infants?

She placed my brother into the same box as my other brother. All of a sudden, their vitals shot up, they began to regain strength and their bodies were no longer on the verge of destruction.

I, however, was still dying, and fast. My body couldn't hold onto what little life I had left. Almost as on queue, I was thrown into the same box alongside my two brothers. All our machines stopped the abrupt emergency beeping. We all came to a cool temperature of ripe temperature of -98.6.

If we were moved away from one another, the numbers skyrocketed into the two hundreds, so no one dared to even talk a step towards us.

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We were never separated when we were younger. Always did everything together, and we depended so much on each other. We weren't really allowed to go out during the day but never understood why. Our parents would let us play outside, while they stood inside. We couldn't go to school during the daytime because our parents wouldn't take us. They said that it was because other kids wouldn't understand us. I guess that was why they tried to teach us everything they could in what little time we had together.

Then one day, that all changed. We were just playing outside like normal when there was a lot of noise coming from inside the house. Our parents screams echoed through our ears like step in an empty hallway.

SPLAT!

Without warning there was the biggest amount of blood smeared all over the glass door facing us. We screamed in terror. They tears rolling down our faces could start flood, and our shrieks could shattered windows.

Just as the tears began to stream down our faces, our father ran out of the house with a hood over his head. He grabbed both my brothers and tried for me, but almost right after him another person came out of the house of horrors.

Someone I hadn't seen before. Someone; covered in blood. This man had blonde hair, short cut as if he was in the military. He had the whitest eyes that almost looked kind. He looked over to me, then to my father.

"Go ahead Felix, run, you won't get very far"

My father was fast; by the time I had cranked my head to look for him, he was gone, and I was left there alone with the blonde haired man. I was balling tears as I looked up at the man who had taken everything from me. He picked me up, and looked at my oddly colored red eyes.

"Hey little one, you're going to be okay. My name is Oliver, I'll look out for you"

His accent became more prominent as he talked. He was British. I never had known anyone from a different country before. I couldn't very much understand what he said because all I knew was Norwegian. I just looked at his eyes as he looked back into mine. They made me think that everything was going to be okay. Laying in his arms, felt like home.