So on the midnight premiere of HP 7.5, my friends and eye were hanging out and I nearly poked out my friend's right eye. I first panicked and apologized profusely, but then I got excited when I realized that Gloria, the main human character of this story, doesn't have a right eye either. I think we got excited over it, I can't remember too much of what happened before the movie. AND I WAS CRYING THE REST OF THE FILM.

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Transformers: The Eye of Icarus

Chapter Two: Eye(s) See(ing) Two

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Yet, with what I have been through, I think there might be something to this 'inescapable' fate.

Gloria opened her eyes and groaned, head spinning. She dragged herself from her now demolished closet and clamored to her bed to pull herself up. Remembering what had just happened, she grabbed a poster container in case the thing would try and attack her again. Her room had been torn apart by the creature after she had passed out and she scanned the room to try and see it. I don't see anything… maybe it ran out of my room? She wondered, kicking some of her books at her feet. She clutched her forehead, pain throbbing across her face and felt something warm on her palm. She looked down and saw blood. "Oh no." She mumbled, dropping the container on the floor and stumbled to the bathroom while holding her forehead.

Something was wrong and she could feel it.

She closed the bathroom door behind her and locked it, approaching the mirror to see what she looked like.

Well, there was blood all over her face, but she just had to wash her face. Easy.

Er, her hand and arm were pretty cut up from the thing latching onto her and climbing to her face. And she had a welt on her forehead from the pole. She groaned. "Well this is going to be great to explain to my parents."

She turned the faucet and ran the washcloth under it and applied some soap and rubbed her face. Since Chicago, the media had begun to issue warnings about creatures like that. They would have to call the police at least. She just didn't expect it to be so aggressive for something that small. Not to mention sharp. She just hoped she didn't get tetanus from it.

Clear of blood, she frowned as she looked at her right eye. Still closed, she gently prodded the skin. It looked... swollen. Not swollen, maybe more filled out? Her prosthetic eye could never quite replace a real eye since it could never be successful filled out since the muscles had atrophied, but hardly anyone could see the difference. She furrowed her eyebrows, further prodding the area. Maybe it was loose? No, it hadn't done anything like that since her time having it. She opened her eye to examine more closely.

She looked like a Terminator.

She screamed and jumped back, falling into the bathtub and hitting her head on the wall. She heard the thud of feet from down the stairs and her mother shouting. Quickly, she turned on the shower. No sooner had that happened she heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Honey, what's wrong!" Her mother asked.

Pulling a towel over her shoulders and closed her eye, heart in her throat, Gloria approached and opened the door and peeked a look at her mom.

"Yeah," she said dazed, "the water turned really cold for a second. I'm fine."

Her mom raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Alright. At least you're okay. How was Dr. Steven?"

She froze. How much time had passed?

"Uh, he was fine, and that everything looks A-okay."

"Did he have the cleaning solution we ordered?"

"Well," her mind was racing, "it came in, but it wasn't the right kind. He said next week."

"I thought he would know to order you what we usually get. I can't believe it-"

"Mom, can I finish my shower? I'm getting cold. Please?" She begged, looking at her.

"..Alright, but you need to finish this conversation downstairs with me. Before I leave." Gloria watched her walk down the hall downstairs to her master bathroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, breathing a sigh of relief. She rubbed her wet hair, but she realized she needed to take a shower to placate her mom. Standing, she threw down the towel on the toilet, but dared a peek with her Terminator eye. Opening it, it glowed blue back at her. Suddenly, a red laser scanned the mirror, almost startling her back into the bathtub.

In a soft whir, she was looking at a perfect replica of her own normal eye color-wise. She cocked her head and approached the mirror to examine it closely. She was afraid to touch it, the whirring and clicking loud in her head. What was it do-

She swore the whole world tilted right before her. Her death-grip on the counter was the only thing keeping her upright and the moment.

She could see.

The clicking had stopped in her head. She was unsure what to do.

She turned her head to the left, both eyes turning smoothly.

She turned to the right and the same thing happened.

Down looking up? Yep.

Up looking down? Check.

Rotating her head, they still stayed focused on her. Her right eye didn't snag the certain ways that her prosthetic did.

Curious, she leaned to the mirror and touched the white part. It was still cool to the touch. Finally, she gawked.

"How did-?" She wondered. "I never thought- but they told me that the nerve- no, no! This isn't real, is it?"

She pinched herself, and it hurt.

She looked around the bathroom, amazed. Three years, and suddenly she could see with her right eye! Close the left. Close the right. The world stayed there before her! She blinked, remarking how she could notice close about with a bit more depth than before. This was so weird. A life prepared to see everything one way turned on its head. How could this be? Magic. That had to be it! Black magic, or Harry Potter...

"I'm already dressed, how are you still in the shower?" She mother inquired, knocking on the door

Party shut down. She slipped out of her clothes and hopped in. "Gloria? Did you-"

"Sorry mom, I used conditioner instead of soap." She nervously replied. Please let it work, please let it work, please let it work. She silently prayed, crossing her fingers.

"Alright. Hurry up."

"Sorry mom, here I am." She walked down stairs a few minutes later, hair being combed forward so she wouldn't see the welt on her head. She wore a long-sleeve shirt to hide her arm and hand and jeans.

"That's fine. I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now to go get a CT scan. Just a checkup." Her mother explained, grabbing her lunch from the fridge.

"'Kay." Gloria kept her distance from her mom.

"Will you look at me? I want to see your face, not your hair."

"Fine." She roughed her hair up let herself be seen but not her forehead. She walked into the kitchen area where her mom was collecting the last of her things. "Bye hun, see you tonight." Her mom kissed her on the cheek. She returned the kiss and habitually brushed the hair away from her right eye. They both stopped.

"Did Dr. Steven do anything today with your eye?" Her mom was like a hawk: nothing could escape her sight. Nothing.

"Uh, he just took out my eye to look at it to see if it looked alright. Then he looked to see if anything looked wrong inside. That's it. It might have swollen my eyelid a bit." Gloria lied.

"I was gonna say, but you just need to be more careful with that socket of yours."

"Yeah. I will, I kind of rushed it since you were leaving earlier than usual today."

"Thanks for thinking of me, Gloria. See you tonight. And make sure your father eats a proper meal before he leaves for Kyoto! Okay?" She walked through the mudroom and opened the door, but paused to receive an answer. She frowned and looked at her daughter, seeing her spacing out. "Did you get that Gloria?" Her daughter was staring straight at her, silent.

Her right eye had circled her mom and began scrawling symbols. There were so many flooding her vision that it momentarily blocked her vision. Immediately it focused back on her mother, a small red circle appearing around her right shoulder. She shook her head. The eye whirred loudly and the symbols and the focus disappeared. "What? Oh, yeah. I can make something." She replied, tugging on her sleeve. Her mother smiled and left the house, closing the door behind her.

Gloria flew up the stairs and went into the bathroom, shaken. "What was that?" She asked out loud, watching herself in the mirror. Just what did her eye do, and what was it supposed to mean?

Her mother had just left the house and she knew from experience that she never answered the phone when on the road. Her father was in a meeting right now, so he wouldn't be home for several more hours. She had no other option besides just waiting for them to get home to tell them about the eye.

If I have to wait for them to get home, I might as well clean my room. She concluded, leaning on the counter and looking at her new eye. The eye whirred loudly within her head, doing God-knows-what.

Yay! Another chapter up! And I want to give a shout-out to everyone who has been reading the story: you guys help me continue with writing this! But PLEASE comment! That is my raw fuel and I can see what you guys think of my story! Until next time!

-Mika