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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5. Chapter 4

November 4th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

The school day had ended, and I needed to report my efforts in tracking down Sarah. But, to my great annoyance, I could'nt, for that lame excuse for a fire sprite had given me a one-way ticket to the ER, and I was stuck here. My injuries had healed well enough on their own; one of the many perks of being a Fe.

I’d thought about escaping several times, but nurses and doctors came into my room so many times that I knew I would cause too much of a disturbance. I didn’t want that. Doctors were probably the only humans I respected, and I didn’t want to make their jobs any harder than they already were. So, I lay there on my hospital bed, and absurd breathing mask covering my face, not really helping much at all.

When I had finally had enough, I tore the mask off and flung it across the room, taking in deep breaths of air. I settled back down against the rock-hard pillows and stared at the ceiling, my heart beating rapidly. If I didn’t return to my master soon, he would track me down, and I knew he would kill me.

“I must find a way out of this place,” I muttered to myself, sitting up abruptly and ignoring the sharp pangs in my chest. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up on the cold tile floor, which wasn’t really that cold to me at all. I found my clothes resting on one of the chairs, folded up quite neatly. I smiled to myself, knowing very well that it was Sarah’s doing. That poor child, she had lived such a short life, but that couldn’t be helped. I needed to obey the wishes of my master, no matter how hard they were to complete.

I quickly changed into my clothes and opened up my window. The cold November air brushed against my skin, soothing me greatly. I breathed in deeply…and jumped. The air whipped up around me, cushioning my fall. I stepped nimbly onto the ground and broke into a sprint, heading back towards the school. I weaved through cars and pedestrians, my mind focused on only one thing; getting to the school before the 12th hour struck. According to the clock in my hospital room, it was currently 11:58 p.m. I didn’t have much time.

The rusted iron gate-way of the school finally came into view. In the darkness of night, the place looked more like a haunted castle or a prison than a school, but aren’t all schools prisons in their own sense? I leapt over the tall gate easily, my back just barely grazing the pointed tips on the top. In the back of the school, a willow tree stood all alone, its leaves turning an ugly brown and drifting off the tree, giving the willow a sad, forlorn look. This was my gateway to the land of the Fe.

I pressed my hands on the base of the trunk and closed my eyes, concentrating hard on the place I wanted to go. The willow split into two, a harsh and blinding white light springing from the inside of it. I stepped in and it closed around me. The warmth inside was terrible, and beads of sweat had already begun to form on my temple, dripping off the end of my sharp, pointed nose and plastering my hair onto my head.

I felt a sudden sensation, almost as if I was weightless, and then the tree opened again, revealing a dreary, black throne room. In the throne sat my master. His face was hidden with the hood of his robe, which seemed to move and sway as if it was made out of living shadows. Two yellow balls of light glowed in the shadow of the hood; his eyes. I shivered and took and step forward, kneeling before him. “My Lord, I bring good news. I have found the girl,” I said, my voice breaking the unearthly silence. My master stood and walked towards me slowly, his skeletal hands clenched together behind his back.

“Is she dead?” he rasped, his voice slithering into my ears, causing me to quake. “N…no sir, I tried, honestly, but her blasted friend got in the way,” I stammered, my entire form trembling in fear. Before I could react, he lunged out and grabbed my neck, lifting me several feet off of the ground. The yellow orbs burned into my soul, and a racking pain coursed through me.

I screamed, the pain building up and becoming too much for me to bear. He flung me across the room and my body slammed against the wall. I heard a loud crack as one of my ribs snapped. I stayed down on the floor, gritting my teeth to prevent myself from crying out again. I could not show weakness. “You fool!” my master screeched, slapping me with his back hand. I rubbed my stinging cheek and cast my eyes down. “I have failed you, master. I am sorry,” I whispered, kneeling down before him.

“Do you know what happened to my last assassin?” he hissed, his back turned to me. No, I don’t, sir,” I said. He cackled and pointed at a wall and large slab of the stone fell away, revealing an endless chamber of darkness in which a pale, sickly figure was chained, hanging by his wrists from one of the walls.

“No…” he said, his brown eyes widening when he saw me. He struggled to free himself and my eyes widened in horror. I backed away slowly and gulped. “No! Run! Run away while you still have a chance!” the prisoner screamed at me. My master cackled again and the chamber closed.

“Go Peter, and do not fail me again!” he shouted. I ran to the place I had emerged from and quickly placed my hand on the wall. I leapt inside and shifted from one foot to the other. The last thing I saw before the portal closed was my master, doubled over and laughing manically, his head turned to me, and his glowing yellow eyes haunting my vision.

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