Short Stories!

Yellow Eyes

Yellow eyes, staring. 

You are terrified. Your hands shake and knees tremble, as the half-lidded eyes grow closer and wider, you fall to your knees. The eyes, now full and wary, rival the low-hanging moon overhead in brightness and match the sun in color and fury. You do not know how you came to fall under the spell of this creature. You do not know where you are. All you can feel around you is the still air, under you, firm earth, and inside you, terror. Frozen, in body and mind, all you can do is stare back, straight into the luminescent abyss that is the orbs of icy determination and burning rage. What you did to anger a creature such as this remains a mystery to you. It bares its white teeth at you, revealing long, white canines, surrounded by dull, yet pointed molars. It lets out a growl, deep and threatening, resounding in its chest as it circles you. You do not have the courage, nor will to follow it with your gaze, having yourself focus so intently on your own heartbeat, as if you may lose it at any second. As it circles, the one beast becomes two, and two becomes four. The three newcomers, one with eyes red like blood, another with eyes clear as crystal blue waters, and the last with eyes as blank and white as snow sit, watching you. Piercing every your fiber of being and shredding you. The animal with Yellow Eyes still stands, towering over you, as you finally have the will to tear your eyes from it. You do not know what may come next, but the feeling of dread has nearly passed. Slowly, you lift your cold hands from the ground and reach out to touch it. It does not feel like you control your own actions. The beast snaps at your hand as it draws nearer, and you pull it back. Its face is fox-like, with pointed ears. This time, it reaches out to you, with claws sharp enough to cut even the toughest flesh, and barbed at the ends to cause as much hindrance as possible, and places it on your forehead, just above your right eye. It curls its toes in, and by extension, its claws. The small knives dig into your forehead as the beast drags its paw down your face leaving four distinct, lines down your face as you let out a blood-curdling scream. You are not sure if anyone can hear you, but you try as hard as you can to let any kind soul know of your pain. The wound, now completed by the Yellow-Eyed beast, is bleeding profusely. The red liquid gushes out of your face and rushes down your neck, where it soaks into the collar of your shirt. Blood splashes in different directions as you try to halt the flow of blood, still screaming. You know you will soon pass out, and that you may not recover from the events that have taken place in this unknown location, but there is no fear anymore. Just a sense of burning purpose. A great rage takes over control of your body as you fly at the Yellow-Eyed beast. It quickly dodges, and you swear you saw it smirk. You have lost too much blood already, and your vision is starting to flicker. You fall to one side as it all fades out, and the last thing you see is the beast turning and leaving, its canine tail swaying with content, and followed by the three other animals. You woke up in your bed that morning, but something inside you had changed. Your eye was perfectly intact, except for the fact that it almost glowed Yellow, and with it, the rage you felt for the beast returned. You would find this animal, whatever it may be. You couldn't care less what it was, or where it came from. It disrespected you, and may whatever god there is help whatever thing on the face of the earth that had the misfortune of doing that.

(This really isn't how I usually write, but I like this one. I might not ever make anything else remotely close to it though...)

(1/16/2018)