Part 2 – Golden eyes
"Wait; let me check if the pictures are good." He smiled and looked at his phone. I just stood there and looked at him awkward. His face changed from happy to confused. His lips formed words I couldn't hear. He looked up at me and I tilted my head to the side. "What is it?" I asked and looked behind me. It was no one there. I turned back and almost fell of the stones into the water. "Jack!" I screamed.
Behind Jack stood a half head taller man than Jack. He was skinny and strong. He had silver grey hair, which were half short spiking up. He had a white tank top with a brown shirt neck and two holes on each side on the shirt by the ribs. He had brown baggy pants and brown and tall boots which were folded at the top. The baggy pants were tight around his thighs and widened out over the shoes before the shoes covered the end of the pants. He had golden ribbons wrapped around his hips and halfway down his thighs. Three ends from the ribbons hung down loose, one bigger at the back and two smaller at the front. He had a light brown belt that kept the ribbons as its proper place, on the belt hung a golden dagger. On his hand he had brown gloves with silver on the top of the hand. All around his body he had golden marks, like scars, but they were shining like gold. The one thing took my eyes from everything else was his eyes. They were glowing gold, just like the scars.
Jack turned around to face the unknown man. The man punched Jack and his hand went right through his stomach and spine. Some blood spread out behind Jack as the hand went through. His hand was covered in blood as he looked at Jack coughing blood. "Jack!" I screamed in fear. My heart began to pump faster, like a running rabbit. My body was frozen and I couldn't move. The man looked at me with his golden eyes. He retrieved his hand from Jack and gave it a shake to get off some blood. I couldn't quite figure out if this was real or not, but just to stand there made me feel pain from inside. My stomach twisted as I saw Jack fell to the ground with blood splashed to all sides.
I jumped out in the water. The water reached me to the knees and it was heavy to run through. I ran up on shore away from Jack and him. I jumped over some rocks and kept on running. I kept on repeating to myself; don't look back! Don't' look back!
I looked over my shoulder and he was gone. I slowed down and felt my heart beat itself out of my chest. I turned around, only Jack's body was left on the shore. My breath went fast as I decided to walk back to Jack. I didn't feel safe with the thought, but then again, I didn't feel safe anyway. Too many thoughts went through my mind as I walked slowly towards Jack. I didn't know where to begin, or if I should begin at all.
I sat down by Jack's body. He was lying on his stomach with blood spreading all over his back and on the ground. The blood streamed down towards the lake and mixed itself with the water. It was now, that I saw his body, that I knew this was real. I could smell his blood. I could hear my scream go in repeat through my head.
Tears gathered in my eyes and decided to roll down my cheeks. My nose began to itch, it always began to itch when I began to cry, and I hated it. "Jack please, please don't be dead." I touched his body and tried to shake him, but I knew he wouldn't response to my cries. My jeans began to soak up the blood under me and my hands were covered in his blood. My jaw began to shake with my cries. I gulped and tried to keep myself calm, but it was too hard, with Jack in front of me dead and an unknown man that could be anywhere near me.
Jack's phone was lying next to his head. I picked it up and luckily blood hadn't reached the phone. He didn't have any code on the phone so I opened the image folder and found the map with the camera pictures. I opened the picture of me. "What the…" I whispered to the phone. I zoomed in and got a shock when I realized who it was in the background. It was the man with the golden eyes. Jack must have seen it before he appeared behind him. My heart skipped a beat just by seeing the picture. I threw the phone to the side. I couldn't keep back the sobbing. I wanted to turn Jack around to see his face, but I couldn't make myself do it. I felt it was I who should have been lying there on the ground, not Jack. I felt guilty.
I have to call the police; I thought and pulled out my phone from my pocket. I dialed 911 and waited for an answer. When I finally got an answer, I didn't know what to say.
"911 emergency, what is the emergency?" A woman said through the phone. I didn't answer before she asked if there was anyone on the line. "Yes, my name is Emma Greene; my brother just got killed by a man, and I'm afraid he will kill me too!" I yelled into the phone with fear. "Please hold the line." The woman said calmly. "No!" I screamed and the woman was gone. I pressed the end call button on the screen. Tears kept on rolling down my cheeks as I sobbed. Tears fell down on my phone and into Jack's blood. I took a deep breath to stop the sobbing. I dried away some tears with the back of my hand.
I looked at the black screen on my phone. I held my breath as I saw him stand behind me. Nor he or I moved for about half a minute before I realized I was dead no matter what I chose to do. I laid the phone down on the ground and stood up with shaking hands.
Emma! A voice screamed inside my head. It was Amy's voice. My eyes widened out in happiness. A small smile grew on my lips as I realized I just heard Amy's voice. "Amy!" I yelled. Something hit my head hard and I fell to the ground and passed out.