Those eyes. Those yellow eyes. I had never seen anything like them. What is he? He cannot be human. Flashing eyes are not normal. Yet, why wasn't anyone else frightened when he did that? Didn't they see his eyes? Or am I the only one who sees them, just like the ghosts?
I had thought about those eyes all day. I couldn't concentrate during class, and I barely remember getting to work. I poured some coffee in three mugs and handed them to Penny and Luke, then sat down at my desk.
"So, what's wrong?" Penny rolled her chair next to me. "You have been off ever since you saw Michael." I looked at her with wide eyes. It was as if she knew what I saw.
"How?" I uttered. Penny turned to Luke. "You were right." She smiled holding both my hands. "I know." He said back, quickly finishing up his typing then pushing his chair to roll towards us.
"But what did you see exactly?" He asked curiously with half a smile.
"Yellow eyes. Isn't that what you saw as well?" I asked Penny. "Oh, no. I can't see them, but I know what he is." She immediately replied.
"Then how can I-"
"It's normal for people like you to see them." Luke cut me off.
"So, I'm still the only one who can see them" I looked down at my hands, which were still being held by Penny who was slowly letting go of me. "How did you know that I could?" I looked back up at them, realising that I had never told them about it, nor did I ever act crazy around them.
"It runs in the family." He replied, his smile vanishing as if it was never there.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but Penny nudged him angrily, knowing well it was somehow a topic which wasn't supposed to be brought up. Making me even more curious to find out what he meant by it. Maybe he was talking about my late grandma. Or could there be someone else?
They both looked at each other angrily. Both not blinking for a couple of seconds. "I'm still telling her." He barked, turning to me, "Come with me." He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the elevator.
"No. She's not ready!" Penny chased after us. "You're going against her wishes." She yelled before the elevator doors closed behind us.
"What's going on?" I asked. It felt like it had suddenly turned into a dangerous situation. He didn't answer. Instead he started pressing four floors at once.
"What are you–" But before I could finish my question, the elevator started to go down faster than it normal did. The floor numbers went from three to 'G' in a second, but the elevator did not stop going down. There were further floors under the building, none were listed as a button. Then we arrived, the elevator marking it with an III on its screen.
The doors opened, revealing a small black room filled with white markings, some like certain witch's seals I had saw on TV, others I didn't recognise. I followed closely behind, walking across the room, opening the other door.
This time, the room was brightly lit and huge. It was as if we had walked in a studio apartment and we were on the second floor looking down at the first floor where all the important stuff was. The below room had a small kitchen, dining and living room, none which where divided by a wall. Across the room, against the screen covered wall, there was a desk with a keyboard which was probably connected to those monitors, and in the centre of the room laid gym matts and some weights.
"What is this place?" I asked, resting against the railing.
"This is where the magic happens?" I raised a brow at him, almost bursting into laughter. He waved, signalling to follow him as he descended to the below floor and headed towards the sofa where a pair of feet stuck out from one of its sides.
"Roryyyyy!" He whined. As I crept closer, there was a young lad with bushy red hair and round glasses sleeping on the couch. "What is it?" He whined back, with his eyes still shut.
"Is Brody still downstairs?" Luke whispered.
"Yeah."
"Good. Follow me." Luke turned to me, following him close behind as he opened a door next to the computer area. We began descending the stairs in an almost pitch-black room, having little light from the bulbs hanging over our heads.
"Follow me?" Rory suddenly realised what was going on. He jumped off the couch and quickly ran after us. "Luke! Who's she!?!" But Luke didn't respond, he kept going further down until I realised where we were.
The dangling bulbs lit small parts of the corridor, on each side having rusty iron bars filled with darkness. From some of the cells, there were rustling noises, but I couldn't quite tell what they were, I could only see small parts where the light allowed me to see. But still, I couldn't put the pieces together, some had both animal and human features. What were they?
Then I bumped into someone. It was Luke who had suddenly stopped. I looked up at him then at what he was looking at. I couldn't believe my eyes. In the cell in front of us, there was a wolf pacing the small area. It wasn't like any other wolf, not that I have seen one before, but it was too big to be an ordinary one. And those eyes. They were the same as that guy. Bright mesmerising yellow.
"Is... Is that..." I stuttered. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but deep down, I somehow knew what it was. I knew, just like I could easily tell a ghost from the living. In this case, it was no ghost, but something else.
"You've already seen one?" He looked at me, his face puzzled.
"No. What is it exactly?"
"Werewolf."
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Thank you for reading Chained to Me.
And now you know! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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This was an updated version of my comic going by the same name, which has now been unfortunately discontinued, but you can still check it out in the link below:
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