My Gray, Her Silver

Chapter 1

12 years later

Scenes of The Night flashed before my mind. I was in the capsule again staring through the tiny window, my hands and nose pressed up against the glass. My breath fogged up the small area. My heart rattled inside my chest like a lion trying to escape from a cage. Each breath of air meant a bite and scratch a dent at the metal bars that held it prisoner. The girl with brown eyes that died before my eyes. The fog, the lightning outside, the green explosions, the burning ash, and the bloodcurdling screams that exploded from the other babies' mouths.

Lightning flashed.

I bolted up in my bed panting. The pounding headache, the lip wound and nail marks on the palm of my hand explains it all. I'm experiencing the nightmares that have been occuring for the past half year. It's all about "The Night". No one here really knows what happened on the night but there are some rumors that it was an experiment that triggered all natural disaters. I thought about my dream and I felt the bile in my stomach trying to push its way up out of my mouth. I tried to swallow it down, but my attempt failed as it gurggled out and seaped through my mouth like a erupting volcano and it ended up in a pool full of throw up. The bile left a sour taste in my mouth. I am now laying in sweat, tears and the dinner I had last night. Just to make it better, it dribbled down my white shirt and onto the matress I was sleeping on. "Great," I whispered to myself. I wiped my mouth with my right sleeve wiping it off from my mouth. As I untangled myself from the mess of covers my stomach flips over and I go through the routine all over again watching the yellowish liquid go out of my mouth and onto my cotton white shirt and the mattress, and I almost threw up again at the sight of it. My white cotton shirt is now seethrough from sweat and a sickly yellow color. I wiped my mouth again, this time with my left sleeve before I rubbed my hands over my crusty sleep eyes. Then I ran my fingers through my damp bedhead. I went to the laundry room and I got another one of my shirts and plaid pants. My feet silently padded over the cold floor as I headed from the laundry room to the bathroom.

I silently shut the door and locked it behind me. I took of my shirt and tried to avoid all the gross parts touching my face. I got a washcloth and wiped everywhere the bile got to. Then. I looked into the mirror and I saw my blonde hair sticking up in different directions and my blue eyes widened in fear. I'm surprised the mirror didn't crack. I didn't even know why I was afraid. I mean, it was just a dream. After I got myself together I went back to my bed. I abruptly stopped right in front of it and it smelled like somebody had thrown a rotting corpse into my bed. "I don't know how this can get any worse." So I took the disgusting sheets back to the laundry room and replaced the with new, fresh sheets. Now there was no trace of me throwing up. I lied back down onto my bed and looked at the time. The red light read '2:37 PM'. I have exactly 3 hours and 23 minutes to sleep.

I shut my eyes and I heard sounds of something coming in from every direction. I just got another headache with these alarms continuing to ring in my brain. But... there weren't any alarms during The Night. I suddenly realized that it was coming from outside as well as some whispering voices. I scurried outside my room and sneaked behind the bush that guards the shade of gray home of mine. I saw a metallic car appear from behind the gate and I got too curious. As I followed the car I started get cold from the wind and the chilly crisp cool night air.

It must be around 3 in the morning but for some reason I'm wide awake. My pajama pants snap around my skinny legs. I hugged my thin shouldered chest and wrapped my hands around my arms and rubbed them up and down. For a thirteen year old I was a pretty average guy with the exception of not having the classic brown eyes and brown hair like the rest of the society. It was pretty abnormal for me to have blonde hair and blue eyes.

I had stalked them for 4 houses down and I was surely to get into deep trouble and if I got caught. They came to a halt at the fifth house and I ran/crouched to a bush to get a closer view. I waited to see what happened. The pale star light cast a foreboding feel to the scene in a beautiful mysterious way. The moonlight cast shadows on the ground that made it look as if the moon was dripping its magic. In the silvery light everything became brilliant, graceful and peaceful. I could imagine the moonlight glimmering on the silky material of the ocean, the night's stars leaving their streaks of glory in the dark velvety sky.

I started to get a little impatient because nothing was happening except the air getting colder and every breath I drew out made a cloud of frosty air go out. Then I saw a few bulky men walk up to the car. Then out of the front seat, a man walked out. Following him, a girl came out of the back seat of the sleek metallic car and she looked frightened and shy. The light cast shadows under her eyes causing her eyelashes to look feathery. Her black hair was greasy, stringy and scraggly matted with dirt. Her beautiful face covered in a grim and saddened expression. She wore nothing at all except a filthy brown blanket wrapped around her body. And I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be brown. Her movements weren't quite natural or human like to begin with. She had a crazed look in her eyes. As she continued to stare, the sight of the dull shade of the gray and white houses loomed. Her eyes were the only thing that made her look alive, and practically everything around her alive. An electrifying set of green eyes. As she stood there innocently, gazing at the stars and constellations, my surroundings took gray on a whole new level: Silver.

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Picture: Mysterious Girl