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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30. Chapter 28

November 23rd, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I was frozen, suspended in a state of calm. I saw another boy who looked just like me. His electric blue eyes stared at me intensely, sitting Indian style in midair. “You have brown hair. I always thought yours was white, like mine,” he chuckled softly, ruffling my shaggy locks.

“Hey, hands off! We may have shared a body for…two? Three years? But that doesn’t mean you can touch my hair!” I said, chuckling a little. Peter laughed as well, clapping me on the back. We sat there in silence, gazing at the empty blackness that surrounded us.

“Is this what the afterlife I like? ‘Cuz I if so, I want to go back!” Peter said uneasily. I shook my head, putting my head in my hands. “No. Did you ever pay attention in school? This place is the Fields of Asphodel. All soul who were equally good and bad in life come here. Plus, those who don’t complete their life missions get sent here, too,” I said softly.

“Why isn’t there anyone else here?” Peter asked. I bit my lip. “People are either really good, really bad, or downright awful these days. No one gets sent here anymore.” “Oh,” Peter said, looking down at my hands. “Wait, what’s that?” I asked, pointing at a beam of light coming from far off in the distance. Suddenly, we weren’t floating around anymore! The darkness was now a solid floor beneath under our feet, and we both sprinted towards the light

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My eyes shot open and I gasped in pain as I tried to sit up. “Woah there, settle down!” a heavy Russian accent greeted me. I looked up to see that I was in a medic tent, surrounded by several people, whose faces I couldn’t make out. They were so blurry! When everything finally came into focus, I saw Vladimir, Bahadur, and even short little Dimitri. Up close, the wounds that The Shadow had inflicted upon them were more apparent.

Dimitri’s left eye was swollen shut, and a trail of dried blood was plastered to his forehead. His was using his sheathed sword as a sort of crutch, leaning against it for support. Vladimir’s long, blonde hair had been shaved off to the scalp, where several deep gashes resided. His arm was in a sling, and his lips were swollen and covered in dried blood. Bahadur had gotten off easy, with merely a black eye and several gashes on his arms.

“Man, you guys look hammered!” I exclaimed, wincing. Bahadur sighed and shook his head. “No, The Shadow did not use a hammer. He used a…” “That’s not what I meant, Bahadur,” I sighed, settling back down on my stretcher. He chuckled softly.

“So…how do you feel?” Vladimir asked, sitting beside me. I looked away, remembering how he’d cried when I murdered Alex. Why were they all being so kind?! Why were they helping me?! I didn’t get it! Vladimir tried to put his hand on my shoulder. Wrenching away, I felt a burning pain shoot across my chest. A bandage was wrapped around it, and I slowly lifted it up.

“No! Don’t!” Bahadur said, grimacing, but it was too late. I had seen it. The three degree burn underneath the bandage had begun to heal, but a large section of my chest was burned right down to the bone. The skin around it was black and bubbling, and it. Hurt. Like. Crap! I screamed in pain and began panting, but that didn’t help the pain much.

“Zlo, calm down! You’ll only make it worse!” Bahadur said, pushing me as gently as he could back onto the stretcher. “How did I make it out of there alive?!” I shrieked, causing the other wounded soldiers around me to glare at me. “Sorry,” I muttered sheepishly. “Well, to answer your question, Dimitri’s father called for a retreat. We took out Hedvika, and dragged you back here,” Vladimir said.

“Why?” I asked quietly, staring at my hands. “I mean, I murdered your friend in cold blood, and…and I’m a freak,” I sniffed slightly. Stop being a sissy! No need to cry! Peter said, a little harshly. I bit my lip, waiting for their answer.

“You’re too young to die, and we all knew your parents before the war. We all grew up together,” Dimitri said, smiling. I straightened, ignoring the pain. “How did you know I was Zlo as well as Peter?” I asked. Vladimir and Bahadur chuckled slightly.

“We fought in the first war too, you know. We didn’t just lie around like sitting ducks,” Vladimir said, his eyes shining. I laughed a little, smiling. “Okay,” I said. They all stood up and headed for the tent exit. “See you later,” they called after me. “Bye,” I sighed. I laid back down and grimaced in pain. This was going to be a long night.

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