This story's a bit surreal, I started it ages ago and then forgot about it. Please review with any improvement tips. I own none of the characters.
Vince was having a nightmare. He was sitting in a throne, dressed in Victorian clothing. He was in a long hall, in front of a huge crowd of people. He shouted "Next!" and a person came up to face him. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the man in front of him. The man instantly buried his head in his hands, and then, sobbing, handed over a huge diamond. This happened again and again, until he was shaken awake by Howard.
"Are you alright, Vince? You look a bit pale." Howard asked, concerned.
"I just had a horrible nightmare." Vince said, shuddering. "I was making people give me jewels by staring at them."
Howard looked confused. "That's not so bad." Vince stared at him.
"They were all really poor and I was taking all of their valuables!" He said, shivering slightly.
"Well, it was just a dream. Come on, let's open up shop." Howard walked towards the door.
"Can I have the day off? I feel a bit sick." Vince asked, his voice shaking.
Howard thought for a minute. "Alright, fine." He said, then jumped back abruptly when Vince leant over the side of his bed and started to vomit. "I'll get you a bucket." He told him, as he went through the door.
Vince fell back onto his pillow, shaking. "I feel awful." He thought to himself. "I wonder what's up with me? I know, I'll ask Naboo about it."
Howard came back with a big stainless steel bucket. "Here you go." He said, putting the bucket by Vince's bed. "I'll tell Naboo why - what's wrong with your eyes?"
"What?" Vince asked, confused. "Why would anything be wrong with my eyes?" He snapped. Illness always made him snappy.
"Uh…I don't know." Howard said carefully, like he was trying not to upset Vince any more. "They just don't look …normal. I'll go open up shop." He left the room quickly.
Vince climbed out of his bed, unsure of his strength. He fell over immediately. "Bloody hell…" he muttered as he crawled towards the mirror.
He looked at his usually perfect reflection. He was as white as snow but it was his eyes that pulled his attention. They were still blue, to a certain extent. There were thin silver swirls twisting around the pupils like snakes and minuscule sparks of colour, like fireworks, in the whites. The sparks were very quick, there only for a split second. They were all the colours he could name and more. The blue his eyes normally were was dimmer, as though there were clouds in his eyes.
Vince gawped at his reflection for a minute before murmuring "That's impossible." and collapsing onto the floor.