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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17. Chapter 16

November 14th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

My eyes shot open and I sat bolt upright, banging my head on the cave wall. I winced and rubbed the back of head, muttering under my breath. I looked up and realized that the cave was pitch-black; not a single beam of light shone in through the cave entrance. An overpowering sense of panic welled up inside of my chest and I ran forward, heading towards the entrance. To my horror, it was blocked off by an avalanche of ice and rocks.

“No! No!” I yelled, pounding my fists against the wall of ice. I took a deep breath and stepped back, trying to make at least the ice move away, but since Zlo had taken over yesterday, my abilities as a winter Sprite had been decreased. I yelled in frustration and pounded on the wall. We were stuck here. This may not be that bad, Zlo snickered inside my head.

“Shut up, Romeo,” I growled. He snickered again, but remained silent. “Peter, what’s wrong?” Sarah asked, coming up to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’re trapped! The cave entrance is blocked off!” I said, panicked. She rolled her eyes and summoned a whirlwind around her and pounded the wall with it.

 “C’mon, help me!” she said, grinning. I smiled and found the strength to pick up the snow that had blown into the cave.  Together, we bombarded the wall. Slowly but surely, the ice and rock broke away, revealing the entrance. “We did it!” Sarah cheered, giving me a quick hug. I resisted the urge to bring out my knife and I smiled at her.

“We need to keep moving. Zlo took you quite a ways away from The Haunted Forest, but they’ve probably sent someone after you, and they’ll probably gain on us,” I said, staring out at the destruction we had caused. Sarah nodded and we set off again. Zlo had landed us right on the border between Winter Fe Territory and Earth Fe Territory. Sarah gazed at the very sudden change, from cold and wintry to a desert of rolling sand with a scorching sun.

“Can’t we go around this?” Sarah asked. I shook my head. “The Neferlinds is in the heart of the Earth Fe Territory. Not all of it is like this; don’t worry,” I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “Peter?” she whispered.

“Yeah, Sarah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. I am too. But I have to do this.”

“I know.”

“Good,” I said, hesitantly placing my foot over the border. Immediately, all of the energy was drained out of me as a wave of heat washed over me. I stumbled back into the cold and all of my energy returned. I swallowed and flexed my fingers nervously. “Great. Just great!” I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. “Peter, calm down…” “I will not calm down! How am I supposed to go through there?!” I exclaimed. My eye twitched, and I knew what was happening. “Sarah! Run!” I screamed. My eyes burned, and I collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

 

Zlo’s POV:

I stood up and smirked. “Poor Peter,” I chuckled softly, staring at Sarah’s retreating form, my silver eyes burning hungrily. I took my knife and rushed forward, trying to catch up with her. So that I could kill her! She chanced a glanced behind her and screamed when she saw me. She ran up one of the sand dunes, the white grains sliding out from underneath her and causing her to lose her footing. I giggled at the sight of her struggling. The sun bore down on me, but I didn’t care. All of Peter’s weaknesses were my strengths.

I sauntered up the sand dune with ease, steadily catching up to Sarah. She screamed and clawed at the sand, almost up to the top. I threw the dagger and it pinned down her pant leg, which stuck in the loose sand surprisingly well. Her eyes widened and she tugged at her pant leg, struggling to break free. I cackled wickedly and kicked her in the stomach.  She collapsed in pain, her eyes squeezed shut. I removed the knife and placed my foot on her stomach, poising the dagger over my head.

“Please…no…” she whimpered. I hesitated as I looked into her deep green eyes. So filled with innocence and…fear. “Trust me, I’m doing you a favor,” I growled. “How?!” Sarah exclaimed. “Do you know who our master is?! If Peter lets him have you, your death will be worse than anything I could do to you!” I sighed, as if this was obvious. I brought up the knife again, but I couldn’t do it. Peter was holding me back. I growled in frustration and shoved the knife back into my pocket.

“Get up; we need to keep moving,” I growled, yanking Sarah up by her arm. She winced but got up quickly, following me. Stop holding me back! Do you honestly think that The Shadow will let her off easy?! I growled at Peter. He remained silent and I smirked. Exactly, I thought. “Zlo, what made you come back again?” Sarah asked, curious. “He got frustrated. That’s one of my many triggers,” I replied simply. “Who’s the original personality?” I froze in my tracks and whirled around.

 “Both of us are original! We were two different people. Then, we were cursed and forced together. But Peter makes it look like he’s the big man in charge!” I snapped, my silver eyes narrowing. “Okay, sorry I asked!” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. “You better be,” I muttered. Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath me and I held up a hand for Sarah to stand still. “Did you feel that?” I whispered. Sarah nodded. The ground trembled again, knocking us off of our feet.

A large, brown serpent burst out of the ground, spraying sand all over us. It uttered an ear-splitting shriek and lunged at us, opening its terrible mouth, revealing rows of saliva-smothered, sharp teeth. “Look out!” I shouted, rolling aside as it collided with the ground, earning a mouth full of sand. The monster hissed and shook its head, shaking out the sand. Its brown scales gleamed in the sunlight and its blood-red eyes bored into me with hatred.

Zlo, run! Peter screamed, making my ears ring. I winced, but jumped up and ran. I heard Sarah scream behind me and I turned around. The serpent had clamped her in its jaws and was shaking her from side to side. My stomach flipped and the disturbing sight. I knew I wouldn’t be able to save her, but I rushed forward anyway, pulling out the dagger.

“Hey, razor face! Over here!” I shouted, waving my arms wildly. Really?! Razor face? That’s the best you could come up with?! Peter hissed. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. The serpent let go of Sarah and her body fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. It shrieked and lunged for me. I dodged it, but One of its fangs grazed my shoulder, sending a searing pain throughout my entire body.  

“Is that all you’ve got!?! Come on!” I screamed, trying to draw the serpent away from Sarah. Sure, I wanted that girl dead, but not like this. No one should die like this. The monster swung its head, knocking me to one side. I lay there, dazed and confused, knowing I needed to get up. Before I could do anything, the serpent lunged again and swallowed me whole.

 “What, no!” I exclaimed as I slid down the serpent’s slimy, green throat. I quickly stabbed the knife into the side of the icky throat, causing me to come to a stop. I heard the serpent scream in agony and it thrashed around, shaking me left and right. I dug into the throat more, cutting and slicing until I had made a hole all of the way through. I spread the hole apart with my fingers and crawled out, falling to the ground. The serpent uttered one last cry of pain before falling to the ground, shaking the ground and causing sand to fall down the dunes. I ran over to Sarah’s half-buried form and began to dig furiously.

“Sarah! Sarah, talk to me!” I said after uncovering her. Her stomach and back were covered with blood and ripped up with teeth marks. My own injuries had begun to heal, but Sarah’s weren’t. “Come on, you can’t be dead! That was supposed to be my job!” I said, shaking her. No! Sarah, no! Peter sobbed, and I could feel him coming back. No Peter…just a little longer, please, I begged. The sensation stopped.

“Come one Sarah. Wake up! WAKE UP!” I screamed, holding her limp form. For the first time in my life, I felt tears coming to eyes. Sarah was dead. It was all my fault. I had run away. I was a coward.

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