Watching.
Always watching her.
Never relinquishing.
Never gone.
They told her she won. For some time she believed them.
She knows better now.
They told her they were dead. For some time she believed them.
She knows better now.
A place where she can hide. Nowhere. She can't hide from their all-seeing eyes. Always following her every move. Making her shiver. Refusing to leave. Always there.
She has a place now.
Her own little world. They can't find her there. She doesn't spot any eyes. She's safe there. But she needs to come out to live. Come out where they are. Staring. Staring at her.
She remembers now.
An axe glinting in the moonlight. A scream breaking through the silence. A gasp. A choked off cry for help. The gurgle of blood in his throat. A snicker from the killer. A girl running, running, running far away. A head rolling to the ground in the distance. A girl looking back to see his eyes wide open. Staring. Staring at her.
She survives then.
The rushing sound of a wave. Water hitting the ground. Panic through the pack. A girl who jumps from her tree. A girl who knows what to do. Swim. Swim to survive. Swim to live. Swim and maybe they won't stare. Stare at her.
She wins then.
Confusion. Horns. Hovercrafts. Claudius Templesmith. Winner. Victor. Dry. No more water. No more arena. All dead. But still staring. Staring at her.
She can hardly stand it now.
Eyes. Following. Watching. Staring. Staring at her.
Never gone.
Never relinquishing.
Always watching her.
Watching.
Watching Annie Cresta.
Hey! I just wanted to do something a little different for a change and write about one of the original characters. This is for the Caesar's Palace prompt "Eyeballs". Thanks for reading!