Prismatic Fate

Prologue

It was a Saturday morning. The year was 1997. It was towards the end of the year, and I was excited to say the least. I woke up that morning to the chirp of the birds, which graced my ears with their song. I was still half asleep, so needless to say if my mother didn't run in, I'd sleep through the whole day and miss the worst day of my life, or maybe my best."Oi! Wake up my little cupcake!" She said, and I groaned awake. "Hey, quit calling me that." I tell her. I look to my clock. 10 o'clock. "Did I sleep in?" I asked, scratching my head. "Yes, you did. But apparently since you're so big now how about you go ahead and get the supplies we need to celebrate the new year?" My mom asks. I chuckled, getting up. "Give me a few minutes to get ready first, I'm starving and haven't had breakfast yet." I got dressed, ate some pancakes my mother wonderfully made for me and headed out the door to the convenience store. My classmates were outside, I didn't have many friends because I was so focused on my studies. Because of my determination I was able to get about a year ahead, and learned two languages; Japanese and French. I wasn't as fluent with French as Japanese, but it was still better than not knowing it at all. My classmates always teased me saying that I'd learn british next. They always annoyed me. "Hey, look, it's goggles!" One kid yelled out. I wore sunglasses because my eyes were sensitive, very sensitive. I didn't know why, perhaps a genetic defect. "Can it Z." I yell in return. The kid bullying me was a piece of shit. He had the worst grades in class, and because of that, I called him Z. F's weren't enough, Z's were what fit hum best. I walked on by and entered the store. My mother gave me enough for the essentials and a few things for myself. A new pair of glasses? No, mine are fine. Candy? Rather would cut down on my sugar. The thoughts whirled around in my mind as I thought of what to treat myself with. I then heard a jolly voice. "Hi there, son. You doing well?" He asked. I turned around to see a man in an outfit that matched all the other employees in the store. "Hrm? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just wondering what to have." I tell him. He eyed me and laughed heartily. "Oh, sorry. You know, mister, I actually forgot to stock a few things. If you'd be willing to help I'd gladly compensate you." He says. I thought about it for a moment. My helpful consciousness told me to do it, but I also considered the fact he may not work here. That thought was drowned out by the thought of free money. I could lie to my mom and say I got a discount on all of it, impressing her. I looked back at the man through the shades. "You got yourself a deal mister." I tell him.

That was when the worst moment of my life came to fruition.

He lead me to the back room with lots of packages. He took some and I followed suit, helping him out. I managed to do pretty well. Maybe this would be good for something like a first part-time job. "There, all done!" The man says, looking over his list, then sighing. "Darn. I missed a package. It seems like a big one, help me out here." He says as I follow. There was a big package. "It should be inside there, very heavy." He says, as I open it up.

There was nothing inside.

Suddenly I was pushed into the box.  I fell in and I heard tape like it was being applied and rolled out. The box flipped over and I grunted, panting heavily. "Hey! Hey let me out!" I yell, close to hyperventilating. I realized what just happened. I was kidnapped. I was alone. I was picked up and put back down, the squeaking and rolling of wheels were heard under me. I was once again picked up and rather quickly sat back down, and I heard an engine starting up. Was I in the back of a truck? A moving truck or a regular truck? What was the man going to do with me? Was I going to be thrown into a ditch? Tortured?! MURDERED?! I was hyperventilating again and tried to calm down, but it didn't seem like I was getting enough air in my lungs. I checked my watch. 11:27. I knew I took a long time, but now was a worrying time. I then thought about my mom, what would she say? What would she do? Would I ever see her again? I took off my sunglasses. There wasn't much light in here anyway. I took them by the ends. They were stylistic, and had pointy ends. I managed to poke a few holes that way. I tried looking out, but reeled back in pain. It was still so sunny out. I put the glasses back on. No luck, I was only able to just barely see in front of me. After about ten minutes of driving, the truck stopped. I was being moved once more, the creaking of a door was heard as I was brought up the steps and entered the house. I was turned around once again. The man opened the box up and I could see. I quickly put on my shades but he grabbed them and threw them to the ground, picking me up shortly after and throwing me to the wall. His once kind and friendly face was now a mix of anger and glee, having caught a child so easily. I could feel the sensation of terror coursing through my body. I was gasping for air, as I squinted I saw him smash my sunglasses under his feet. He went back to me with a knife, presumably the one that he used to get me out the box. He chuckled in such a way my blood chilled. "You don't seem to like the light that much. Here, let me help!" He yelled, as he stabbed into my right eye. A bloodcurdling scream was released from my mouth, but he tried to silence it with his hand. "Stay quiet. I don't wanna be caught just yet, not today!" He yelled into my ear. I was crying, but then he tried to rip my eye out. He managed to do so, and I had to watch on in horror as I saw my own eye. Our gaze met, and all I could do was cry. The pain was numbing, I could barely feel it from the overpowering feeling that I had lost an eye. The pain, however was truly unbearable once that it kicked in. I bit into my arm, screaming into that. I knew he would modt likely take the other if I alerted anyone around of our presence. Years rolled down, and he smiled. "There. Now you don't have to see anything. However, I think there's something else to take care of." He says. I was angry and scared. He was planning on taking both of my eyes anyway. I finally could get a good look at him. Suddenly, as he was going to reach me, an arrow shot through his hand, piercing him, as well as I, where my eye was. I felt something I never did before, my body almost writhing in... pain? Agony? I couldn't tell, it was a mess of emotions. We both slumped over, I was in shock from the pain. I was losing consciousness and blacking out fast. I heard a voice before I did, however. "A shame. I was sure someone of his demeanour would be able to wield a stand." He said before he ripped the arrow out my skull, walking away. My functioning eye was closed the entire time. It didn't take long for me to drift away, from the sea of thought into a new world. I was dreaming during that time. I was in a forest. I looked upon a delicate leaf, there lied a chameleon, perhaps on of my favorote creatures. It was resting, trying to blend in. The illusion was broken when it looked in my direction. It looked into my eyes and gave me a feeling of being paralyzed... no, I WAS paralyzed. It started to grow in size, becoming ad tall as I was. It's tongue was sticking out, and it got closer. I looked right into the little iris of the chameleon's eye, and the sun was here now. It's iris brightened up into a yellow color, and shot a beam straight through my right eye. It went through my skull, leaving a trail of blood as it looked through me. I tried turning around but I was still unable to move. Suddenly the world was turning around for me, and I tried to see so desperately what he shot at-

I gasped for air as I awoke from the strange and horrifying dream. I was in the hospital, my mother by my side. She was looking at me as tears filled her eyes. "Oh, oh my baby!" She cried out, as she hugged me. "I thought you'd never wake up!" After I had woken up, a few policemen filled me in on what had happened. I was found unconscious under the dead body of my captor. I was asked by them what exactly what happened, and as I explained, their faces turned doubtful, maybe even disappointed. I'm sure they thought what I saw was a coping mechanism, I mean, I couldn't believe it either. But what truly worried me, and made me believe, was what wad in the corner of the room, looking me on, eyeing me.

It flicked its tongue as its eyes went yellow, staring at me as I noticed its right eye was red. Blood red.