Fear the Light

The Eyes of Montrenellix

What I saw on the other side of that door seemed completely unreal and utterly fantastical. What first caught my attention was a large table that looked as though it were a bed meant for operations, surrounding it were small shelves and tables cluttered with tools and equipment. As I looked around, I noticed that behind and slightly to the left of the bed was a work bench of some kind, covered in flasks, beakers, tubes and jars containing a large range of substances, from what looked like liquid light and pure black, to multicolored solids and liquids. Continuing my sweep of the room, I saw that lining one wall was a long shelf covered with engineering equipment and half made models, the wall opposite contained large computers and advanced technologies that I didn't recognize. I scanned over the ceiling to see large machinery and a spider web of wires spanning the entire top of the room. The last thing I laid my eyes upon was what I should have expected, but did not. Off in a corner there was a large writing desk with books and papers carelessly strewn about, and sitting behind the desk was Ix,wearing a long white lab coat, and as I looked up, I saw a long, light face (though, nowhere near as pale as mine) and dark, round glasses.

He looked up at me right as I had looked at his glasses, and I was almost positive that I could see faint glowing in them. He stood, looked at Cass, then at me, then down at the bare arm, surprisingly showing no signs of shock at me being an Othersider. Looking him over I saw that he was tall and slender, with short blondish orange hair spiked up atop his head. In addition to his lab coat he had matching white pants, of which only a few inches were visible at the base of the coat.

"Who is this?" He asked calmly. His voice had a pleasant and calming tone, that made me feel, kind of, happy.

"This is Estena, she comes from the Other Side, but we'll talk about that later, right now, she needs medical attention." Cass answered, spitting the words out hurriedly, a tone of concern and urgency dripping from his words.

"Yes, I can see that." Ix says casually, looking over my scorched face and arms. He let's out a small sigh. "I can help. Sit on the table over there please." He pointed to the surgical table in the center of the room. I looked over at Cass, who looked back at me, reassurance and a touch of sadness in his large eyes. I gave a slight smile then went and sat on the table, where Ix was waiting beside. "Are you ready?" I nodded as I noticed that there was a bit of emotion in his voice that caught me slightly by surprise. "Alright, lie down and close your eyes," He paused then added with a slight smirk, "unless your eyes," a brief glance at my face, "can handle a little light."

"Oh, they can handle some light." My tone mirrored the small amount of pride I detected in his voice. He smirked at me and rolled up his sleeves.

"Alright, here we go!" He dramatically drew his hands to his face, now the glowing from before was obvious, and bright. He removed his glasses and I suddenly realized what Castrian had meant. His eyes had no definite color to them, in fact they were constantly changing color, they were solid color, constantly shifting between every color imaginable, although, it seemed they were only lighter colors at the that time. He looked down at me. "I'm going to need you to remove the sweatshirt, please." I did so without hesitation and went back to my laying position. He stretched his hands over me and his eyes changed to a bright and solid icy blue. A brilliant light of the same color began to radiate from his hands and I felt a cool tingling spread across all exposed skin, though the burn marks did feel colder than anything else. The feeling grew in intensity and I started feeling steadily colder and colder, but it was not an uncomfortable cold, but in fact quite a relaxing sensation. I lifted my head slightly to look down at my arms and saw that the burn marks were glowing the same cool blue that was coming from Ix's hands. After a few moments the light from his hands began to fade and soon stop completely, and his eyes dimmed to normal and resumed their shifting of color. I sat up and raised my arms slightly and watched as the blue faded away, taking with them any trace of the burns that once covered me. My mouth hung open as I looked over to Ix, who was putting his glasses on, then to

Cass, who was smiling slightly. He smoothly walked over to me and said one simple sentence.

"I told you he was different."