The Devil's eyes

John crawls through the claustraphobic tunnels and notices Max. His eyes are pure black. Gruesome. But they make way for the true unveiling of who he is.
No light. All fear.
Yet, he waited. And watched. And listened.

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2. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

His eyes seemed to go into the true essence of who I was. But I stayed. And waited. And watched. And listened.

His laughter didn't stop. I tried to convince myself that his eyes changed because it was a trick of the light. But there was none. I sat cross legged and awaited for him to stop. I waited. And watched. And listened.

His eyes never left me. He cackled, and I thought of Macbeth and the three witches. Always 3. "Fair is foul, and foul is fair." I laughed as I heard him say this in his deep voice. Then it occured to me, he hadn't spoken all this trip. He looked at me expectantly. And waited. And watched. And listened.

The small, shallow, silver stream of water had become bigger, faster, stronger and raised up. His eyes turned back to black. We waited. And watched. And listened.

The light flickered on and off. Like his eyes. Red. Black. Red. Black. Red. Black. Finally, the light was restored. But my heart was still pounding. My breathing was still shallow. My eyes were still on him. He smirked. He said to me, "You petty young children. You never learn when it is time to be sensible. Time to run away rather than face. Time to turn and run to your mothers." He stopped. And waited. And watched. And listened.

He cried silently. Two tears. Red. Black. He picked them up with his fingers. One on each hand. One for him. One for me. That's when I screamed. But I didn't. He caressed my cheek with his hand. It was frozen. But burned. He touched his own cheek with his other hand. I moved away. But I didn't. I waited. And watched. And listened.

I felt weak. He glowed. His eyes became scarlet whilst he had a balck light around him. That's when I realised. I was dying. He stayed by me whilst I was frozen in terror. But he brought his face closer. So I waited. And watched. And listened.

He kissed me. I mean, he actually, genuinely kissed me. My first kiss. My last kiss. My only kiss. The kiss of death. He kissed with a passion. A hunger. But still, I waited. And watched. And listened.

I gathered up enough strength to push him off of me. And I slumped against the wall with no energy left. I tried to ration my energy. Even breathing was exhausting. He glowed. And smiled. I saw my hands. Black. Like his eyes. Like his light. Like his tear. He took the energy from me. My life source. My power. My soul. But yet again, I waited. And watched. And listened.

My hand started to vanish. I started to disappear. I was pulled down by his hands on my shoulders. He smirked at my terror. "See you in the after life." He said in a deep voice. I kissed him. Then I slapped him. With closure, I waited. And watched. And listened.

He was shocked. I smirked. I vanished. He stared after me. I went up. I left a spike in my place. For the last time, I did something in memory. I waited. And watched. And listened.

 

WRITER'S NOTE:

Ok, so in this chapter I tried to do this effect with the 3's and being repetitive. I'm not sure about this, though, so I'd appreciate if you just tell be what you think of that style. You hate it, you mildly like it, whatever you think.

Tank ya all, Oddball. :-!

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