Paranoia

An Eye For an Eye

Troy was a goody two shoes. He didn't like trouble and trouble definitely didn't like him. So he avoided it as much as he could. One night while walking home from his schools football game, he walked by an ally way. This alleyway was known for its crime. From drug dealing, rape and murder, the alleyway had it all. Troy feared this alleyway, especially at night, but had to walk by to get home. As he began to take steps past it he heard a blood curdling scream.
He hid behind the nearest wall and peaked into the alley. Troys eyes almost rolled behind his head as he realized he was watching a murder. It felt like watching a snuff film. The murderer was old and pale, his skin so close to his bones that they were visible. His cheeks were the strongest feature of his face, as it attached it self to his skull. He was slitting a woman's throat, the leather detaching from each other. Her cries for help slowly drowned out by blood. Troy moves his foot to leave, but in the process, kicked a pebble. "You, Boy!" Troy bolted towards his house, not once looking back. Once home he banged upon the door as if he was an FBI agent. His mom finally opened the door and Troy practically jumped on her. "Boy, what's wrong." Troy stayed silent. He didn't want to tell anybody. No one would believe him. He stayed up all night, watching threw the window. He only got one hour of sleep as his mom woke him up for school. "Get dressed boy." As his parents left for work, Troy called his friend Jason to walk with him. "Fine. I'll be at your house in 10". "Ding Dong". Troy ran to the door and looked out of the peephole, only to see a package on the porch. He grabbed a knife and walked outside. He looked left and right and pulled the package in the house. He opened it slowly. The urge to puke instantly hit him as he looked in the box. "He sent me the chicks eyeballs!!" The bloodied balls had still owned to coed that connected them to the head, ad the eyelids were fully intact. They gazed at Troy tauntingly . He screamed as he ran to his room. "I gotta get rid of that shit", he thought. He picked up the eyeballs and threw them in the toilet. His puke followed soon after. Troys phone rang. "I'm here". He ran outside and Jason and he silently walked to school. Troy tried to stay awake the whole day, staying as Silent as possible. He walked home with Jason, and when he got home went back to his watch of his yard. He soon thought the killer had gave up, and started to watch T.V. "We're going to visit  your grandparents, and we need you to stay and watch the house. "Okay", he said. His parents walked out, and Troy slowly fell asleep as he watched T.V. "Cshhh". Troy instantly woke up, hearing foot steps around the house. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He slowly walked upstairs and into his room. He looked around and opened the closet. "Check." He walked to his parents room. "Check." Troy heard a crash of momentum up the stairs. He ran to the closet in the hallway. He sat silently. "He waited about ten minutes. "I can leave, he thought."
He walked out the closet. A point ran across the back of Troy , blood trailing after. Troy fell to the ground, and looked up in terror to see the old man. His face was different, for his eyes were not in his sockets, his skull missing its eyeballs. Troy stared into the meaty void, seeing the mans skull. "Where's my eyes?" Troy looked toward the toilet, and the mans eyeballess face reddened. "There in the sewer, huh?" Forcefully, the man pushed his hand on Troys face. Troy felt the mans fingernail slash his eyelid as the man ran his fingers threw boys skull and to the back of his eyeballs. A tug came on there cords, and pulling came as the eye moved back and forth in the socket. "Almost there". The eye bursted from Troys face with burgundy following, and he screamed in agony. He pulled and pulled, and until the cord went pop. The man pulled it slowly, letting Troy feel the agony. Troy looked t see the man place his eye in his socket." Troy started to crawl away, blood drooling down his face. The old man grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. This time the man put both thumbs in the socket Troy felt his skull tearing. Pop. The eye ball flew from his head, leaving him blind.As Troy sat in darkness, wishing tears could flow from his eyes, the old man said "Sometimes you have to give an eye for an eye".