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Ya for sequels! This is the sequel to the story Red Eyes. If you have yet to read it, go do it. Other wise this may not make sense to you.
To my readers, as said before chack will be in this one, though you will have to wait a chapter- 3. Ok? Good! Without further ado, I give you, Many Eyes.
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~Prolouge~
There comes a time when our eyes are opened to the world. It may be for a fleeting second, but it happens. They may be forced open by the world0, or by the owner of said eyes, or by an experience, either way, they face the world, they face the war, the murder, the genocide, the rape and destruction. For some reason though, even with 20/20 vision, people seem so blind. Is it ignorance that blinds them, or their own thoughts and goals? Do they choose, even with such refined vision, to ignore such things? Do they choose to ignore war and death and......love? And an even more important question is brought up; once such blindness are gone, will people keep their new found vision, or will they go on with their old lives? The truth is, only time will tell.
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Wuya couldn't believe it. She simply couldn't. Jack Spicer, the boy she had left and harmed many a time, had gone through....... through that. Needles sunk into soft flesh, a single prick, but it burned, it burned more than the fire that had marked the children earlier. She didn't want to believe that he had... No! Maybe if she shut it out, the sick images of needles and children, maybe it would all go away. The mind is a funny thing, it blocks out what it doesn't like, or at least, it tries to. It simply wasn't possible. Yes, that made sense. It wasn't possible . No one could go through something like that and live, especially if they had been destroyed inside out, they would be insane. Not one being, human or immortal could go through something like that and get away mentally stable. And besides, Jack skin was untouched from what she remembered. It was basically unscathed, except for those few.... Still, even with a few scars, all of Jack behavior showed that he was fine, a freak maybe, but fine none the less. That disproved the whole idea that he had gone through that.
Now that the whole ideal was over, Wuya could relax, maybe if she found Chase....... Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Chase in days, not since he went over to Spicers. She went down the hall past his cats and into the library he was so proud of. The sight before her was the second most shocking thing Wuya had ever seen. Chase, a usually well kept individual with a lot of pride but into his look, looked like hell. His hair was matted and greasy, he eyes were bloodshot and the whites of his eyes were a sickly yellow. She was about to ask if he had gotten any sleep, but the bags around his eyes made the question die down within her throat. He was surrounded by the pictures, the files, and the videos that they has recovered from the......lab.
Wuya couldn't take the sight and left.
Later on, once waking up from an uncomfortable sleep, the thoughts that had plagued her mind early that day, came back, and with reinforcements. But Wuya was not one to lose, even to her own mind, it would be hard to convince herself. After all, all one had to do was look at the evidence, and they would clearly see, that this was all a misunderstanding.
No matter how real the pictures looked, with the children, adults, animals, and Jack all screaming, crying, dying. No matter how many well kept files there were, that explained every little thing that was done. Every needle, every machine, every scream and tear.Not even the videos could be convincing. It had to be staged. It just had to be. So many corpses were there, surely people, governments would find out about this and inform the people. They had to have known, after all, all the security measures taken, all the weapons that had been taken down. The stench that had been everywhere. The smell of disinfectant, because they really cared about the patients. The rotting flesh, the just sicking smell of death and decay. No one could pass that and not become curious. It had to staged. It wasn't possible for governments not to know.
And the next thing is, Wuya pointed out to the haunting thoughts, is the scars, Wuya had never seen any that mattered, except for a few. Now That she really thought of it though, Jack wore a powder... all over his skin....... Oh good god; it was all real. The files, the poisons, the tears, the memories and pictures. They were all real. All too real, and Jack was somewhere, hopefully still alive. When she thought about it, had he really ever been alive, or had he died a while ago, and was nothing but an empty shell of a human being, with red hair and eyes, pale grey skin, and a hollow, hollow smile That was possible, in fact it was quite possible.
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Jack had just finished his banana pudding and laid down for a nap. He couldn't sleep. It was simply to much, the nightmares, the thoughts, his own conscience said he was wrong. Everything seemed to be attacking him.
Later into the night, Jack had begun to laugh. To his robots into other room, it sounded like weeping.
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Each chapter will will focus mainly on one individual. I have a couple in mind, but why don't you pick the next one? Who should be next? Omi or Raimundo?