Eyes in the darkness. He could see them, no he could feel them he
could even hear them. He looked around and saw everything, and yet
nothing. He shook his head to get over the spell of dizziness that had
just passed over him. There were so many colors and it was so bright,
yet pitch black at the same time. A nothing full of everything, that's
what it was. Thoughts, knowledge, all of it had solidity, mass. He
could touch what he thought, felt, saw, he could know things he
didn't. The eyes, they were always there, they were always watching
him, what were they? Who were they? He suddenly looked at the eyes and
was almost certain of who they were. If he could only see them without
this haze surrounding him. Haze? Wait, where did the haze come from?
'No! Not yet! I'm not ready!' He thought, but of course it was futile,
the haze was all around him, choking him, his sight, his smell, his
hearing, everything. Then it was all gone.
Daemon sat bolt upright in bed. Sweating and panting, he looked around at his surroundings, making sure he was where he was supposed to be and not still in that place. He let out a small sigh of relief and threw the sheets off of him, he had been having that same dream for almost ten years now. The dream where he saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing, but did at the same time. The strangest part of the dream however, was that he knew everything, but when he woke up, he knew absolutely nothing, not even basic knowledges for a few seconds.
Looking at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror, he remembered the eyes from the dream, he knew who they were, but he wouldn't believe himself. He had never gotten far enough in the dream to actually figure out who they were, until tonight. He washed his face off and went to stand on the balcony. He looked up at the moon and rested his arms on the ledge. Daemon's eyes widened as he looked up at the moon. The moon looked like the eye he had seen ever since he was 13. The eye had a malicousness to it that made Daemon shudder. He blinked his eyes a few times and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, the full moon had returned to its normal state.
Daemon walked back inside the house to the bathroom and washed his face off. He toweled his face off and looked in the mirror again. His eyes, they were the eyes again. He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror, making it shatter. He sighed and let his hands rest on the sink basin, the blood from his knuckles where the shattered glass had stuck in it dripping down the drain. His doorbell rang and he sighed again. He walked to the other room after wrapping his knuckles with some stuff he had under the sink. He opened the door and saw a farmilliar face. He raised an eyebrow, "You're here late," were the first words out of his mouth. His comment was returned with a slap. "You didn't call me today."
"Nice to see you too," Daemon said as he stepped aside to let his sister enter his house. She turned and looked at him angrily, "You can't even call and congratulate me on getting married, what a great brother you are." Daemon crossed his arms over his chest, "I would have called, had I been informed, or maybe got an invitation to your wedding." His younger sibling merely stared, "You know Erik's parents don't like you." Daemon grinned and went over to sit on his couch, "I feel so loved." 'As usual Daemon, your words are dripping with sarcasm.' 'What did you expect from such a cynical person?' 'Yes, could you expect anything less?" 'Will all of you please shut up?'
After such a long time, Daemon was used to hearing his little friends inside his head. His sister's face softened, "It's them again isn't it?" He nodded, "How could you tell?" He asked, not really caring about the answer. "There's only one of me and you told them all to shut up." Daemon raised his eyebrow again, "I said that out loud?" She smiled and nodded, "Well, you do have a bad habit of speaking your mind." Daemon smiled, "Well, congratulations on the marriage Liz, but if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work tomorrow." He looked over at the clock. The irredescant green lights read 2:45. "Today..." he corrected himself, then he looked over at his sister. "Why are you here at 2:45 in the morning?" She shrugged, "I don't know, I couldn't sleep so I decided to come torment you. And speaking of marraige, when are you going to get yourself a girlfriend?" Daemon looked over at her, "Oh come on, I have David to talk to about women, or maybe I could get a girlfriend and talk to her about women."
His sister laughed and stood back up, "Well, like you said, you have work, and so do I, so I better get going." Daemon nodded and stood up to walk her over to the door. He opened it and watched her get into her car. She smiled and waved, he looked through her tinted windows, and saw what he knew was coming. They were her eyes. His own eyes widened and he ran towards her car. "NO!" he yelled as she slipped the keys into the ignition, she was about to turn them when he yanked her out of the car. But it was too late, the keys had been turned, they both made it a few feet from the car, when there was a deafening explosion. They both fell to the ground and Daemon shielded his sister with his body.
After a few moments, she came around and looked up at Daemon, she couldn't see anything because hisbody was blocking the light. "Daemon?" she mumbled, barely able to speak because he was crushing her, even though he weighed a mere 185 pounds. "Daemon?" she repeated again and rolled him off of her. He rolled lazily over and lay there on his chest, with a piece of the car's body in his chest.
Daemon sat bolt upright in bed. Sweating and panting, he looked around at his surroundings, making sure he was where he was supposed to be and not still in that place. He let out a small sigh of relief and threw the sheets off of him, he had been having that same dream for almost ten years now. The dream where he saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing, but did at the same time. The strangest part of the dream however, was that he knew everything, but when he woke up, he knew absolutely nothing, not even basic knowledges for a few seconds.
Looking at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror, he remembered the eyes from the dream, he knew who they were, but he wouldn't believe himself. He had never gotten far enough in the dream to actually figure out who they were, until tonight. He washed his face off and went to stand on the balcony. He looked up at the moon and rested his arms on the ledge. Daemon's eyes widened as he looked up at the moon. The moon looked like the eye he had seen ever since he was 13. The eye had a malicousness to it that made Daemon shudder. He blinked his eyes a few times and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, the full moon had returned to its normal state.
Daemon walked back inside the house to the bathroom and washed his face off. He toweled his face off and looked in the mirror again. His eyes, they were the eyes again. He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror, making it shatter. He sighed and let his hands rest on the sink basin, the blood from his knuckles where the shattered glass had stuck in it dripping down the drain. His doorbell rang and he sighed again. He walked to the other room after wrapping his knuckles with some stuff he had under the sink. He opened the door and saw a farmilliar face. He raised an eyebrow, "You're here late," were the first words out of his mouth. His comment was returned with a slap. "You didn't call me today."
"Nice to see you too," Daemon said as he stepped aside to let his sister enter his house. She turned and looked at him angrily, "You can't even call and congratulate me on getting married, what a great brother you are." Daemon crossed his arms over his chest, "I would have called, had I been informed, or maybe got an invitation to your wedding." His younger sibling merely stared, "You know Erik's parents don't like you." Daemon grinned and went over to sit on his couch, "I feel so loved." 'As usual Daemon, your words are dripping with sarcasm.' 'What did you expect from such a cynical person?' 'Yes, could you expect anything less?" 'Will all of you please shut up?'
After such a long time, Daemon was used to hearing his little friends inside his head. His sister's face softened, "It's them again isn't it?" He nodded, "How could you tell?" He asked, not really caring about the answer. "There's only one of me and you told them all to shut up." Daemon raised his eyebrow again, "I said that out loud?" She smiled and nodded, "Well, you do have a bad habit of speaking your mind." Daemon smiled, "Well, congratulations on the marriage Liz, but if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work tomorrow." He looked over at the clock. The irredescant green lights read 2:45. "Today..." he corrected himself, then he looked over at his sister. "Why are you here at 2:45 in the morning?" She shrugged, "I don't know, I couldn't sleep so I decided to come torment you. And speaking of marraige, when are you going to get yourself a girlfriend?" Daemon looked over at her, "Oh come on, I have David to talk to about women, or maybe I could get a girlfriend and talk to her about women."
His sister laughed and stood back up, "Well, like you said, you have work, and so do I, so I better get going." Daemon nodded and stood up to walk her over to the door. He opened it and watched her get into her car. She smiled and waved, he looked through her tinted windows, and saw what he knew was coming. They were her eyes. His own eyes widened and he ran towards her car. "NO!" he yelled as she slipped the keys into the ignition, she was about to turn them when he yanked her out of the car. But it was too late, the keys had been turned, they both made it a few feet from the car, when there was a deafening explosion. They both fell to the ground and Daemon shielded his sister with his body.
After a few moments, she came around and looked up at Daemon, she couldn't see anything because hisbody was blocking the light. "Daemon?" she mumbled, barely able to speak because he was crushing her, even though he weighed a mere 185 pounds. "Daemon?" she repeated again and rolled him off of her. He rolled lazily over and lay there on his chest, with a piece of the car's body in his chest.