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Vastria smiled as she noticed the man getting near. The man now in front of her, everything got slower, everyone then stopped in motion. Each person stared in front of them. Vastria stared directly into the man’s crystal black eyes as he stares back with his usual grin. His eyes suddenly changed with a glow of silver. Vastria’s mind grew dense, heavy, and hazy. A pause in breath took over Vastria as darkness ate away at her vision and the air getting weightless around her.

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

I start to see dots in my vision. “Tori?” Victor kneels beside me and grabs my hand. Then I feel myself getting lost in my mind, but I can still hear Rick and Victor talking to me. Suddenly I feel as if I can’t move or speak. I’m watching through my eyes as if I was watching a television show. Then I hear a familiar voice, although it’s deeper than I remember, I do not fear it. “No. I am Mystic” Then all I see is darkness.

A faint distortion shimmered between the trees. My stomach tightened instantly. “Delph,” I called softly. He turned immediately. He didn’t ask what. He just followed my gaze. The distortion grew clearer. A corrupted presence. Not fully formed. Not fully stable. One of the Mirror creatures that had begun slipping further from the Gate’s influence. It moved slowly at first, dragging itself between the trees like it wasn’t sure how to exist here. Its shape flickered, half shadow, half wrong geometry. Red veins of unstable energy pulsed beneath its surface.

He growled and reached for my neck, I was fast to move out of the way. “I'm not yours, do you hear that…who do you think you are!” I yelled while wiping my mouth to get rid of his taste. I glanced up, and I nearly fell when I saw the change in his eyes. He averted his eyes from me, but I sort. “Y-your eyes…how…” I stammered, blinking a few times because I saw it. Mason ran his hands in his hair and let out curses. “You are being delusional,” he muttered and calmed his nerves. I wasn't full, but I saw dark red eyes with a hint of silver.

Not even me. I have something else, too. A third eye set into my forehead, secret and unseen. It sits a half inch above the bridge of my nose. It’s big and it’s round, and it’s the deepest, glossiest black. It shines like it’s wet, even though I’ve never cried out of it. It’s not an eye I use like a normal eye. Most of the time it keeps itself closed, and when it’s closed my flesh-and-blood eyes are open. When it’s open, my normal eyes are shut. What my real eyes show me and what this other eye says is real don’t always match. The way a black and white photograph and its color version can’t be considered identical, even though they’re both of the same thing and were taken at the same time. S

It was as if someone repeatedly kept on shouting ‘pathetic whore’. Letting the crinkled sheets go, she closed her ears with her palms, trying to stop them from repeating. Despite being drugged, her mind had registered those disgraceful and ugly words. “Stop it,” She whispered as her body violently shook because of her soft cries. Closing her eyes she sniffed and hug her body with her arms when she felt herself drift into a dark abyss, minutes later. Mike stood in the middle of Liam’s large room, which was mostly covered with posters on the wall. Posters of various music, professional figures, and video games.