Those Eyes
Flashes of her mutilated, broken body swiped his focus again. He took another hit of whiskey. The room started spinning once again. He was trying to make it never stop.
“All accounts, we find Jeremy Stevens, not guilty” The mans smile spread across his face and he looked back. Their eyes met. He was pierced by sheer devastation. He couldn’t move, speak, even blink. The man turned back around and hugged his lawyer. As he walked out he blew a kiss at him. Falling. That’s all he could feel now. Spinning out of control, drowning in unfairness, betrayal, humiliation and absolute devastation. It had been a week since that day. Since then he had lost his job, spent the last of savings on alcohol and taxi fair. He would ride and just look at all the people enjoying their lives, getting away with happiness. He would of cried, but all the tears had left him. When they found his sister. Devoid of any recognition. He cried then, but then he thought justice would give some solace. It didn’t come. He cried again. Now only dry sobs. His whole body convulsed and he fell to his knees. He had to get out. Be broke for the door. He hobbled out of his apartment and onto the midnight air. It was cool and sobered him up a bit, but the city still swam a bit. He wandered. Stumbled. Then he came an alley way and leaned against he inner wall, sliding down it to sit on the concrete. He squeezed his eyes shut and took in a broken breath. Would he just die out here? Alone, broken in the cold? He opened his eyes and looked towards the sky. It was dark, cloud covered and filled with light pollution. Yet, he could feel the stars shining through, poking him with an existence. Why should one get away, if my life is over, so is theirs. Anger dripped over him like a syrup, slowly filling all his being, rage followed, but then. What he really needed. Purpose ignited. He bolted up and caught himself on the wall. He would kill him. That son of a bitch. He would torture him for days, months, years, how ever it took to make the pain go away. Everything he did to his sister he would send back an infinite fold.
He turned to leave the ally and felt something that took the wind out of him. A figure stood a bit back in the ally that he had slumped in. It had to be at least ten feet tall. A black trench coat draped its huge figure and a wide brimmed black covered it’s head and eyes. This is one of those moments a person should run and thats what his body started to do. Then the hat tipped forward and their eyes met.
The figures eyes glowed red, light illuminated from them and as it walked closer, silently he could see them more clearly. The eyes were black, with red glowing rings moving from the outside of the eye and into the center like an infinity mirror. It got close and look down at him. Those eyes hypnotized, he couldn’t move, then a voice came.
“Samuel Millson” The figure had no mouth, just a gray plate that bent around its chin and below its nose. It’s voice was deep like an anchor being drug against the ocean floor. “Vengeance has stirred a purpose in you. Do you want vengeance, a deserved justice?”
Sam whetted his bone dry mouth “Yes” he croaked
“Then you will help me and I shall help you get your justice. Seven days you will help me and then you shall have your justice.” The figure held out it’s hand. The fingers were long and sinewy and it had skin which was a thick black leather. Sam clutched the figures hand. It’s fingers wrapped around his whole wrist and then slid off.
“Monsters exist, Sam. You have just made a contract with one. Come, we have work to do”
Inspiration came from thinking about old fairy tales and that it seems humanity has gotten a little too hubris. Back in the day tales of monsters and hell kept people from doing bad things to each other. I got to thinking that the world might need monsters. Something out there to make sure that humans don’t get to much out of line. That peopel that murder (on purpose) and get away with it have something to fear.
So I thought of this figure with glowing red eyes. Specifcally like an infinity mirror. He would be ominous, shrouded in mystery, kind of like the Butcher from the Midnight Meat Train, but have a purpose and being basically older then time and lurking in the shadows. Wise and calculated, unrelentying and always infinite steps ahead. I might write the whole story of this character. I have an ending to this story. One day.