The Boy With the Silver Eyes ~A NaNoWriMo Entry~

When a new boy named Peter Menard comes to their high school, Best friends Sarah Wagner and Alex Haisgen know there's something different about him. When the truth is revealed, a whirlwind of lies, jealousy, and hatred stirs. An old rivalry begins again, and Sarah is right in the middle of it. Sarah must travel to a world were magic, monsters, sprites, and fairies roam. Will she succeed, or will her life end as she knows it?
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14. Chapter 13

November 12th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

The next morning, Sarah and I set out towards the Neferlinds. She kept asking me what it was like, and if it was beautiful. I lied, of course. I described it as a lush countryside with hills and forests, sparkling, blue streams, and too many animals to count. In reality, it was a barren wasteland, filled with outlaws and criminals who had been banished there by the King, my parents were some of them. But they were gone now. They died of a deadly, rare disease known only there. The fortress of my master lay in the middle of it all.

“It sounds so beautiful,” Sarah said after I had given her the fake description. I smiled, fighting the urge to turn it into a smirk. I felt her staring at me and my heart began to race, my hand slowly inching towards the knife concealed in my robe. You could do it now. It would be so much fun! I thought enthusiastically. My eye twitched and I swatted my hand away. I felt Sarah’s hand on my shoulder and I tensed.

“Peter, are you alright?” she asked, concerned. I nodded and kept walking. We trudged through the deep snow, the wind whipping at our hair and faces. To me it was pure ecstasy, but Sarah was shivering violently beside me. I sighed and gave her my cloak. “W…won’t you b…be c…cold?” she asked, seeing that I was only wearing a white t-shirt and pants. I shook my head. “Winter sprite, remember?” I said, smiling. Sarah backed away a bit and I cursed silently. I had probably looked psychotic or something!

I could feel a weird sensation traveling through my body. No! Not now! I thought wildly. I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to look at Sarah. My eyes began to burn as their color changed from a soft, light blue, to piercing silver. No! No! I thought. I clawed at my face, wanting the pain to stop. I wanted the transformation to stop! But it was too late. I straightened and grinned at Sarah psychotically, pulling the knife out of my pants pocket.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we? I call it: Hide and go kill!” I cackled, lunging at her. Sarah screamed and got out of the way. Leave me alone! A voice in my head said. Ah Peter, do you really think I’ll listen to you? I thought back, lunging at Sarah again. It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who is making me want to kill Sarah! Peter screamed, making my ears ring. But of course. Why wouldn’t I?  Sarah began to run away from me, into a deep, dark forest that she had been about to enter in with Peter.

“The Haunted Forest? Not an ideal first date, if you ask me,” I smirked, taunting Peter. I could feel his anger coursing through my veins, fueling my will to kill. Sarah’s small form disappeared in the thick trees, but I could see right through them, one of the perks of being a split-personality in the land of the Fe. “I’m gonna find you,” I said in a sing-song voice. I could see her hiding behind a rock, her chest heaving and her eyes wild. I lay on top of the rock and swooped down so that my face was in front of hers.

“Pretty girl isn’t good at hiding. Pretty girl will die now,” I hissed, swinging the knife at her. “Leave me alone!” she sobbed, grabbing my arm. My eye twitched at her contact, and I could feel Peter coming back into control. “No. NO!” I screamed. I collapsed on the ground, slowly becoming Peter again. My eyes became blue and I got up shakily. “Get away from me!” Sarah screamed, punching me in the stomach and running off again. I picked up my knife and put it back in my pocket.

“Sarah, come back! Let me explain!” I cried, running after her. Kill her. Slice her. Stab her. “NO!!!!”

Sarah’s POV:

They were right! They were all right! Peter was ruthless, a murderer! He wanted to kill me! I sobbed as I ran. I could feel my heart breaking into a thousand pieces (Not literally!). I could hear him calling after me, telling me that he needed to explain. Explain what?! The guy was a psychopath! I needed to get away! I had thought these woods would be my best bet, but they were anything but. The branches seemed to claw at me like fingers, drawing me back. I could almost hear them cackling with glee as I struggled.

“I’m coming for you!” “No, I’m not! Sarah, come back!” “So I can kill you!” I stopped dead in my tracks. When Peter talked, his voices changed from deep and psychotic to his regular voice. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stopped and the forest fell silent. I felt like someone was breathing down on my neck, and I turned around slowly. There stood Peter, his eyes bright silver and narrow. His chest heaved, and his face was split into a wide grin. He held a knife, which was covered in blood. His arm was bleeding. He cocked his head to the side, as if he was listening to something, and his eye twitched.  

“Shut up! Do you want me to cut you again?!” he growled. “But I didn’t…” I started. “Not you!” he snapped. Then his grin returned and he pressed the blade against my neck. I gasped as I felt a trail of blood slowly trickle down my neck, staining my dress. Suddenly, Peter’s eyes are blue again. He gasps when he sees my neck, and tries to touch it. “Sarah…” he whispers, tears streaming down his face. Then, his eyes are sliver again and he grins, poising the knife.

“You’re crazy!” I scream. “Everyone’s crazy here,” he says before plunging the dagger into my side. My vision goes blurry and I fall to the ground. “Hmm…the cut isn’t bad enough to kill. I’ll come back for you later. I like leaving people to suffer,” he cackled, walking away. “H…help me…” I said weakly, just as my consciousness left me.  

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