The Boy with Golden Eyes

Chapter 1

The man barged into the old run down house that could be better described as a shack, with as much force his foot would allow. He wore all black with a navy blue bullet proof vest that had the nam Sanders on it. The man had a large frame, standing at the height of 6"7 and muscle from head to toe due to all his years in the military. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes that were so deep one could get lost in them. Once the door was no longer an obstacle he ran into the house eyes and gun darting in every direction watching and waiting for an attack. Five men looking much like himself followed suit.

They silently walked down hallways and doors till they came to one where music could be heard from coming from the inside. After giving orders through hand signals the man called Sanders push the door open with his hand only to see the dead body of a man lying on the floor with eyes open an a needle sticking out of his arm. Sanders and the other men cautiously entered the room searching for any signs of danger but after a quick glanced assumed nothing was an immediate threat.

After observing the room and dead criminal that lied on the ground Sanders and his team search the house for any other signs of life. All they found were empty rooms littered with beer bottles and drugs scattered across the floor. Once sanders decided the house had nothing left he decided to leave, till he heard one of his men shout his name.

Sanders came running into the room that the other man was in and asked him what the problem was. The man simply pointed to what looked like a trap door that lead to a basement locked and sealed with multiple reinforcements. Sanders thought this was odd seeing as the man who lived here obviously didn't care to hide his drugs or alcohol. But then Sanders came to a horrible revelation that there could be a poor women stuck down there. Sanders did not want to waist anytime as he called all his men in the room through the walkie talkie and tried to console the poor soul that could be trapped beneath.

Sanders sent the other men to grab lock breaking materials from the government constructed truck. The men rushed to bring the necessary supplies used to break heavy locks. Once back inside the room the five men gave him the equipment one at a time. First Sanders attempted a crowbar but none of the locks broke so the man decided to take drastic measures. He did not want the woman to be waiting any longer than necessary in that hell hole. Grabbing a tool that had a spinning blade much like a chainsaw, Sanders quickly plugged in the equipment and waited for the machine to warm up. Only a few minutes later the device was willing and ready to be used and Sanders went to work without another word.

Ten minutes later all seven of the locks were broken and the trap door was finally open. Sanders grabbed his gun again, discarding the other equipment and told his men to follow him inside. The mans muscled tensed once the smell of blood and rotting flesh hit his nose. In back of him he heard a few men gag but none left his side. Sanders quietly thanked himself for bringing such men with him on this mission.

Making his way down the stairs the putrid stench became stronger almost to the point where is was almost unbearable. At the bottom of the staircase was a small hallways which seemed to lead to a dark room with bars blocking an entrance much like a jail cell. Now Sanders became even more worried. He thought about why the dead criminal would need to cage a woman in. Were the many locks not sufficient? Sanders must have been too lost his thoughts because when he came back to his senses his head almost collided with one of the bars while he was walking. The five other men looked at him curiously but shrugged it off as a simple mistake.

Now at a safe distance from bars, Sanders silently ordered his men to look for a light switch around the adjacent walls. Sanders was about to lose hope when he felt a string that led to the ceiling. He warned his men and they all took an offensive stance. Pulling the string, Sanders squinted his eyes as a little light filled the small hallway and gave a small view into the barred room. A soft whimper brought Sanders out of his stupor and back into reality. He realized that he had most likely made the woman wait longer than he had planned. Quickly Sanders found the lock to the bars and with one bullet shot from his gun the lock shatters into three pieces falling off the door and onto the floor. The man looked behind him and saw that the five others with him were now standing behind him ready to protect him if anything happened. He nodded to the men to show his approval, then in one hard shove swung the bar door open and slowly stepped inside.

Sanders noted how this room reminded of a dungeon and shivered at the thought, willing it away. Determining it was still too dark to see, Sanders held out one of his hands to the five men and just as he had expected he felt a flashlight being pressed against his skin almost instantly. The man smiled to himself and turned the flashlight on. The light landed on shackled feet and Sanders took a step closer losing the smile his face once held. The feet moved away swiftly trying to be less exposed to the light and the shackles could be heard shaking. Sanders took this as a sign of fear and stopped moving then turned around to tell his men not to follow him in an attempt to not scare the poor soul. The man then looked back at the shackled feet and slowly raised the light further up the beaten body. What he saw horrified him.

So far all Sanders could see were the legs up to the knees but there were new and old cuts. Bruises covered the limbs and not one spot was left bare. Another thing caught the mans attention. He noted that the legs were extremely skinny and the ankle bone was almost, literally sticking out if the skin had not been holding it in place and the figure was completely naked without even one piece of garment for cover. This can not be good Sanders thought to himself. After analyzing the damage Sanders once again lifted the light higher exposing more of the persons broken or bloodied flesh till Sanders reached the persons hips. Yes they were also protruding but there seem to be a blanket covering the rest of the figure from the hips up.

Sanders stepped closer to to examine more closely and once again lifted the light till it reached the the persons head. The man's eyes widened upon what he had seen. To make sure he wasn't imagining things he rubbed his eyes once twice three times but there the figure sat on the the floor in the corner of the room with feathered wings attached to its body that seemed almost natural. The wings were long enough to wrap around the figure, folding on top of each other. Sanders looked back at his men as if to mentally ask if they are seeing what he was and all of them had the same expression, awe and surprise.

The mans attention was brought back to the figure as he heard the soft ruffling of feathers only to be met with light golden eyes that poked out from behind the feather shield and seemed to shine brighter then the sun itself.