The Boy with Golden Eyes

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It took almost fifteen minutes for Sanders to finally move his eyes away from the figures. Looking back at his men he saw they all were in the same trance as he was a moment ago. So the man quietly went in front of each of them and snapped his fingers to grab their attention. Once he did this their eyes immediately landed on Sanders, much to his relief. Sanders turned around again as the men shook their head in an attempt to get rid of last moments of stupor from their head.

The man slowly approached the figure but would stop everytime the figure would attempt to move back trying to show the figure he did not mean harm. Sanders spoke softly, trying to calm it yet the figure remained tense in the corner, it's back against the two connecting walls. After a few more minutes of encouragement from Sanders the figure decided to pull its feathery wings back. Sanders was expecting the blood and bruises and cuts but did not realize that the figure was actually male. It was also a child, a young boy.

The boy was stick thin with bones sticking out everywhere. Sanders could clearly make out the spine and pelvis and could even count the number of ribs the boy had. His skin was as pale as a ghost and his hair seemed to be a light color but Sanders could not determine exactly because of how dirty the boys hair actually was. The man was taken aback but soon recovered his bearings. Sanders was expecting a woman to be trapped down here and was completely wrong but there was someone trapped down there none the less and in a much worse condition than originally thought of.

Sanders decided that he would help free the boy from the shackles, and tried to explain that to him but could not gain the boys trust, Sanders wasn't surprised. Being locked in a dungeon and tortured can have that effect on people. But was the boy really a "person", was he really a "human"? What was he?

As Sanders moved closer he noticed sheer terror and some anger in the boys eyes. The man knew that in a situation like this a persons flight or fight response would initiate. Since the boy could not run he would turn to attacking whoever he deemed an enemy. If the boy had a weapon the men would be in some danger but almost minimal because the boy was simply too weak with lack of food,water, energy and too injured to really stand up for more than a few seconds in a fight.

The man approached the boy and almost five feet away the boy started to struggle against the chains binding him. He began to pull on the shackles and scream incoherent words. Sanders knew then that the boy could not speak English or any language for that matter but still seemed to understand what was being said to him. The criminal couldn't had even taught the poor boy to speak, Sanders thought with a scowl clear on his face.

By this time the other five men had all gathered in the cell and stood by the man's side ready for commands. Sanders tried to console the boy but he was unreachable with words. He thrashed around and pulled at the chains anything to stay away from the large men surrounding him revealing more of his battered body. Sanders took note of how the boy was nervous and frightened around his men, and could not find a plausible reason as to why till seeing the fresh and dried blood caked in between the boys thighs. The man was appalled by what the criminal had done to the boy. The thought made him want to puke. He told himself to ask the doctors to check for rape when the boy was being examined by a doctor.

Sanders decided to forcefully calm the boy down when he heard the most angelic sound in his life. It was coming from the boy and at that time Sanders could have sworn the boy was an angel or at least his voice was from one. Then with one simple key change the angelic sound turned to horrid screeching that brought all six men to their knees.

Sanders saw one of his men ready to hit the boy with the bottom of his gun to silence the boy through the corner of his eye and quickly waved him off. Sanders had to protect his men but he also did not want to put the boy through anymore pain. Then an idea popped into his head. He always brought tranquilizers with him just in case he needed to keep innocent people out of the way or wanted a criminal back alive but it could also be used to knock someone unconscious in order to calm them down. Sanders knew this was not the best course of action to take but it was the quickest and most humane.

Sanders picked his gun up from the floor after realizing he dropped it through all the chaos and took the tranquilizer bullets from one of his many pants pockets. He easily change the metallic bullets to the tranquilizer bullets and readied the gun to aim at the boy. His heart broke when he saw the boy crying, tears running down his face, mouth open singing yet the boys nails trying to claw at the wall. Wings spread apart ready for any chance of escape.

In one swift motion the bullet was fired and landed in the thigh of the young boy. His wailing stopped, much to the relief all the men and his eyes darted from the needle sticking out of his leg to Sanders. The man felt a wave of protectiveness every time their eyes met and wondered if the boy could feel that Sanders meant no harm. Still the boy was wary but at least he was quiet now.

Slowly but surely the drugs started to take effect. The once alert boy's eyes were slowly drooping with shoulders sagging. The boy was slowly giving into the drugs and Sanders was pleased. The tranquilizers were meant to take out even lions so the boy's resistance could not last much longer. Soon the boy was lying on the cold stone floor with eyes half closed. The man took this as his chance and told the boy they were here to help him then proceeded to pick him up carefully placing a blanket over the naked boy then putting one arm behind the boys legs, the other behind the boys back and wings, which were now revealed to be covered in dirt, grime and blood. The boy tensed slightly in the mans arms but due to the drug could do much more to protest.

The man motioned with his head to the other men that they were leaving the building. With every step Sanders took the boy seemed to sink deeper into unconsciousness. Eyes fluttering open then close once again.

Arriving at the government funded truck the boy was almost completely asleep only hanging onto wakefulness by a thread. Only seconds later the boy succumb to the drug and fell into a deep sleep, eyes slowly closing shut and breathing at a steady, even pace. Sanders looked back up to his men and told them to head inside the truck, he would hold the boy and someone else would drive to the hospital to assess the extent of he boys injuries both physically and mentally.

After all the men piled into the truck Sanders felt the young boy move in his arms almost shrinking and when he looked down, receding wings caught the mans eyes. Instead of wings going down to the boys knees like they were before the wings were now folding into the boys back almost as if it were dissolving into the skin. The man then looked into the boys now slightly open eyes and noticed that his eyes were changing from that stunning golden color to a sky blue. Sanders couldn't help but wonder, what was going on with this boy.