COLOR KILLER- A Novel by Seismic_Writer

Chapter 1: Mess

I never knew I was special, but it turns out I am. I never thought that I would be able to control this otherworldly power, yet here I stand. In my bedroom, discovering it for the first time. My eyes have never done this before, or so I think. They've never changed color before. Never.
I try to change it, but it doesn't work. I think really, really hard. It doesn't budge. Not even a little bit. My eyes were always brown, with a hint of green. But they were never yellow. I try to change them once more, but it doesn't work. If my parents found me like this, they'd think I'm a lunatic. Damn, what mess have I gotten myself into?

...Moments later...

At this point, I'm furious. My mother's going to be home in 10 minutes and if I don't change my eye color, I'm toast. Done, game ended, forever to be used as a science experiment for brainy bastards in white coats. My mother's never believed in ghosts or supernatural occurrences. But if she sees this, she's become a maniac.
I just want to fix this, and get this over with. It's a burden I'm not willing to bear with. I...I'm so fucking angry. I want to fix it, but I can't. I may never be able to- fix it? What the heck? Why are they now red? Am I going insane? Am I the maniac here? Is this real?
   I notice lights outside the house. I look outside the nearby window and see the driveway. Nothings there except... my mother's car. Oh no, oh no no no. This CANNOT be happening. I put my shirt back on and shake my head. Nothings changed, I honestly didn't think that'd change anything. I slap myself a little, not too hard. Plus, I'm weak as hell. My brain would be in shambles if I had to do something like that. It's practically unthinkable.
   I hear the front door open, and then it closes. Faint footsteps can be heard from where I'm standing, and then...
" I'm home, sweetheart!" My mother shouts, as I fix my hair in the mirror. I have to go fast or else she'd think somethings wrong. Then, something happens.
" Baby?" My mother shouts, even louder than before. I have to respond, like now. The worse thing would be if she came up to my room to check on me-
   AND SHE'S DOING THAT RIGHT NOW, OH MY FUCKING GOD, PANIC AT THE EVERYWHERE PEOPLE.
   I try really, really, really hard to get my eyes to change color, but they don't. I'm in for a beating now. I hear my mom slowly turn the knob on my door, and then the door creaks open. I finish my hair and try to act normal. Normal is the only thing I can be right now. Surprisingly, I pull it off very well.
" Why didn't you answer me, Sage?" She asks.
" I-I, uh."
" And what's with your eyes? Did you put some colored contacts on or something?"
I now found my perfect cover story.
" Yeah, I did. I was filming a video for my Youtube channel, and I needed these. But I just can't seem to take them off."
" No, those aren't contacts. I can tell. Sage Sinclair, please tell me what's really going on."
" No, mom." I say, out of nowhere. Where did that come from? It's like it creeped up on me and just blurted out of my mouth.
" What did you say?" She asks.
I say no response. What is there to say?
" Answer me."
" Mom, please don't be mad. You always get mad and it doesn't help anyone. Alright? So please, just forget this ever happened, and leave me the HELL alone." I proclaim.
My mother's gonna have a field day with me now. I can feel it. Why did I do that? How idiotic do I think I am? And why did that all just blurt out of my mouth? I'd never say something like that, ever. Especially to my own mother of all people. But, she says nothing. I look into her eyes, her sky blue eyes. They have a hint of yellow in them.
" I will forget this ever happened and I will leave you alone." She says, monotone.
These eyes did something to her. They made her say those things. Hold on... yellow must represent manipulation, or control of some kind. Maybe red is... red is anger. So there must be an orange, green, blue, and purple. What about black and white? Who knows.
My mother walks out of my room, as she normally would. I shut the door behind her and take a long breather. I cornered myself back there, but somehow I made it out. All because of my eyes. What luck, huh?
   I sit on my bed, conscious and confused. What are my eyes even doing right now? Am I a freak? Am I just a lab rat waiting to be tested on? Could I used my powers for... evil? No, no no. Don't think about that, Sage. You can't turn into a bad guy, that's not how this should work. I should help people, use my powers for good.