Eyes

Elites- Part 2

Arc: Past Blues & Whites [Continued]

September 9B- *5 years ago*

"Stylus!" I yell out. He seemed quite startled that I was here. He looks at me and his eyes slowly widen. He was sitting on the floor while the other person was right in front of him, standing up. I quickly run up to him, ignoring the person right beside me. "Are you okay?" I look around him and see that the blood was coming from him.

"What are you doing her-" Suddenly, he starts coughing. As soon as he retracts his hand, I see a glimpse of something red. I snatch his hand, and look at it.

He was coughing blood?! I started lightly shaking as I held his hand. "Tell me why you're coughing blood," I try, but fail to firmly say.

He pulls his hand out of my grasp and looks at me. "You shouldn't be here, Ken." I look at his eyes, and he honestly looked tired and stressed. It was hard to see, but if you looked closely enough, you could see that there were black circles under his eyes.

"Please.... Tell me what happened," I ask him.

He looks away. "I fell down the stairs."

I loudly sigh. "Honestly, Stylus! I not stupid, what happened?" Suddenly, I realize something that for some reason, I didn't notice when I first saw him. "Your hair......and your eyes." I look closer at his hair and notice that not everything was blue like it used to be. There were specs of dirty blond in his hair, and his eye color was no longer blue, but brown......"What happened?"

Stylus probably noticed that I saw the change in his physical features. He squints his eyes and looks away.

Suddenly, the guy beside me speaks. "Interesting...." I look up at him, and notice a smirk on his face. I didn't really pay much attention to him since I got here, but now that he's caught my attention, I look at his physical features. His eyes didn't seem out of the ordinary, like most elites eyes were. His were just black, just like mine. But, his hair was what made a difference. The had black hair like me, but there were a lot of strands of white hair, which suited him quite well. There was another interesting thing on him. Around his neck, there was.... a choker? I wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed to tightly hug his neck. He continues, "Is this your friend, Stylus?"

Suddenly, I felt a rise in energy. I don't know how to explain it, but it was scary. The person beside me....he didn't look scary at all. He actually seemed very nice, almost. Yet, there's something radiating off of him....something I can't explain.

Suddenly, Stylus starts coughing again. "Stylus. We should bring you to the nurse," I say.

"No...," he responds and he continues to cough. "I'm fine."

Knowing that Stylus won't answer my questions, I look over to the guy beside me. "Are you Stylus's friend?" I ask.

He slowly turns his head to look at me. He was only a bit taller than me and most likely Stylus as well, and I assumed he was older than us too. "Yes," He simply responds.

"Do you know what happened to him?" I attempt to ask him, but I had a feeling he wasn't going to give me an answer.

"Don't worry about him." He bends down to Stylus and grabs one side of his arm. It was obvious that he couldn't stand on his own. I quickly do the same, and grab onto his other arm. We walk the same way I got in, and head to the elevator.