Weird Ass Short Stories

His Eyes Are City Lights

 This is a very short Syfy story. I have been reading classic books lately, and I'm trying to reflect that in my writing, so some of it may read different than you're used to.

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"Do you want to see who I really am?"

He always asks this, and I always give him the same reply:

"Yes, but only when you're ready."

I knew I loved him, but I also knew I didn't really know him. I think it was his eyes. Purple. So purple they were almost black, so black they were almost white, so white they were almost yellow. They always seemed to change, and it just added to his mysteriousness. I met him on a cold winter day a long time ago in a town I'd been passing through, whose name I had long forgotten. He had followed me everywhere, and I would speak to him everyday as we sat under my favorite tree in my back yard.

For some reason, I was not shocked nor scared that he had followed me home. In fact, I was happy. Oh, those eyes! I wanted to see them as much as I could. How couldn't I be happy now that I could see the eyes at anytime, that I could look into them and see the mystery that was my unknown lover?

One day, a day I'll never forget, he finally did show me who he really was. And it was fantastic.

We were under the tree talking as always, when he said it.

"I think I'm ready to show you."

"Really?"

I looked at him with the largest grin, the enjoyable intriguing mystery would end, but I would know him!

He smiled back, but his teeth had changed.

They where the skylines of every major city. I looked beyond. His mouth was a conveyor belt, his hair was dying grass, his ears were metal machines that twisted and turned so oldly, his lips colored dark with the blood of all those who have taken their own lives in this modern age, bits of metal visible in the crimson.

Oh, and his eyes! The ever changing city lights! The eyes I so loved: purple, green, blue, yellow; flashing lights of a celebrating city, reminiscent of a bright holiday, but so strange, so perplexing.

His arms were painted yellow and white, their skin rough like asphalt, his legs too! And his feet, huge metal spikes under them, trampling the ground, eating into the soil. His body was no longer a body, it was something more, it was a world! Nothing human remained of him. And I even seemed to notice a peculiar change in our surrounding environment, the landscape bending to be a part of my lover's world, the grass turning from a healthy green to the water deprived brown of his hair and our favorite tree falling over with disease.

I was terrified, then mesmerized, then the love returned as he became a normal person again. Somehow, I had found comfort in his horrifying true form.

"Oh! How powerful you are! That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. By god! I love you!"

He moved in closer to hug me and smiled.

But I could not see his face behind my back, or that it was not a smile at all, but the smile's evil brother: a chillingly evil, sickening grin.