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?
Cover created by Willow Angel.


15. Chapter 14

November 13th, 2015

Sarah’s POV:

I woke up bound and gagged in a dark cave, surrounded entirely by darkness. My wrists were sore from how tight the bonds were. “Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty,” Peter sneered, coming up to me. His eyes were still silver. This wasn’t the normal Peter. This wasn’t my Peter. I tried to scoot back, but he grabbed my legs, pulling me forwards, gripping me to his chest.

“Oh, Sarah, you can never leave. I’m taking you to my master soon enough. Oh, has he got plans for you!” he giggled. “Y…your master?” I said, finally getting the gag off of my mouth. “Oh, Peter didn’t tell you? Well, he’s a hired assassin and kidnapper! His newest assignment was to eliminate you,” Peter cackled. I rolled my eyes despite the circumstances. “Can you please stop referring to yourself in Third Person? It’s getting annoying,” I muttered unhappily, wriggling my wrists. Peter chuckled. “Oh, I’m not. I’m the…dark side of Peter. I’m what he has named Zlo, or evil, in English,” he purred, caressing my hair.

“Really? How fitting,” I muttered under my breath. He yanked on my hair and I barely contained my scream. “What was that?” he hissed. “N…nothing,” I stammered. Zlo smirked. “That’s what I thought,” he said. He sat down next to me and pulled out his knife, cleaning out the dirt from underneath his fingernails.

“Where does Peter go when you come out?”

“My head.

“Really? That’s so weird!” I said. Zlo glared at me. “No. It’s not weird. Peter has MPD, Multiple Personality Disorder. But, since he’s a Fe, it’s more serious. If I wanted, I could become my own being at any given time. But I don’t want to,” he said, grinning wickedly and stabbing his knife into the dirt. He stood up and stretched.

“Well, I’m leaving for a bit. Don’t go anywhere,” he mocked. When he left, I stuck my foot out, trying to get the dagger. My foot reached it and knocked it over. I plopped my foot on top of it and slid it over to me. “Almost…there…” I muttered. I heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the cave and quickly went back to my original position, slumped against the wall like a rag doll. Zlo came into sight, dragging a white buck behind him, a bundle of sticks under his arm. To my horror, the buck kicked feebly, still alive.

“How could you leave him like this?” I gasped; staring at the buck’s twitching form. With his bare hands, Zlo snapped the buck’s neck with a sickening crack. He grabbed his dagger and skinned it. He removed all of the…unpleasant parts and began building a fire. I shuddered as the warmth of it slowly spread through my body. Zlo stabbed the deer with a stick and set it on top of two more sticks so that it hung over the fire. We sat there in silence as the buck cooked slowly, sending a wonderful-smelling aroma. I moaned softly. When the meat was done, Zlo removed it from the spit.

“You want some? Too bad,” he smirked, tearing off a chunk and stuffing it in his mouth. I stared at Zlo hungrily as he devoured the buck. I licked my lips and my stomach growled. Zlo cocked his head and then sighed. “Peter’s right, I can’t let you starve,” he muttered. He came over to me and untied my hands. He handed me a small piece of the venison, which I accepted gratefully. As Zlo watched me eat, a weird smile stretched across his face.

“I see why Peter likes you. You’re very beautiful,” he chuckled softly, his eyes wild. I shook my head. “No, I’m not,” I sighed. Zlo shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tied my hands up again, and I moaned. “How long are we staying here?” I asked softly. “As long as we need,” he chuckled, twirling his knife in his fingers. He made a thin cut on his finger.

“Isn’t blood beautiful? It’s such a pretty color…and so warm…” he said, awed. “You’re insane!” I screeched, backing up against the wall. “We’re all crazy here,” he whispered, grinning wickedly. He forced me to my feet and trapped me against the wall, his hands on both sides of me. Our eyes locked and his eye twitched. He gasped and his eyes turned a bright blue again.

“Sarah, w…where are we? Why are you all tied up?” he asked, horrified. “Zlo, remember?” I said. He shook his head and grabbed the knife. I cringed back, expecting him to hurt me, but he just cut the ropes off of my wrists and ankles. I rubbed them where the circulation had been cut off and eyed Peter warily. He swallowed and I could tell that he was trying not to cry.

“I…I’m a freak. You hate me,” he choked. “No! No, I…I don’t hate you technically…” My voice trailed off. A tear trailed down Peter’s cheek, and he buried his head in his hands. I didn’t know what to say, and I was too afraid to go near him. I saw his hand reach toward his knife and the determined look on his face. “Peter,” I said warningly. He stood up and turned to face me. He handed the dagger to me. “Do it. Kill me,” he whispered softly, tears once again streaming down his face.

“I…I can’t!”

“You have to!”


“I’m a danger to you!”

“I CAN’T!!”


“I LOVE YOU!!” I sobbed, falling into his arms. I could feel him trembling as he held me, whispering comforting words in my ear. “How…how could you love a monster like me?” he asked, but in more than one voice. Our eyes locked yet again and I saw that his eyes were flickering from blue, to sliver, than back again. Both held the same depressed, forlorn look. “There’s more to you than just a pretty face,” I said. He smiled slightly. “What is Zlo thinking?” I asked, slightly curious. Peter’s expression hardened. “Let’s just say I’m trying as hard as I can to not run you through with this knife,” he muttered. I chuckled softly.

“I still have to take you to my master, you know,” he said. “Why? Why can’t you just let me go?!” I asked, letting go of him and backing away. His head hung down. “Then I’ll die. So will Alexandria and Dorota.” My eyes widened when it finally all came into place. He turned away and settled down against the cave wall. “We’re leaving in the morning. You need your rest,” he said. I nodded and settled down beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. Soon enough, we both fell fast asleep to the sound of wind howling outside the cave entrance.

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