Somewhere Behind Black

Eyes Part 4
Somewhere Behind Black Eyes…

Two children were weary from

dimension jumping. As far as the older
could tell they were on a gravelly road
in the middle of a world; which wasn’t
anything like the worlds of the
constellation of Vela.

The defining tune of black winged

crickets were tuning into the
frequency of their presence. The
insects chirped at four beats end
slowed expressly at two and then one
beat per four counts. The frogs and
toads in the hills were the most
pronounced vibration, until their song,
too slowed and then halted to a stop.

When they reached to the bottom

of the rocky road there was the sound
of a canine. They didn’t know what it
was, but they didn’t like the noise it
made. It was attached to a chain with
the end of the link fixed firmly into the
ground. The other end of the link was
secured around the thing’s neck. This
infernal noise would not cease. Then
when the oldest looked it in the eyes
the thing’s hair stood up. Then it tried
to run into the wooded area behind
the trailer home, wasn’t looking where
it was going and ran into a tree,
knocking it unconscious.

Kiilsae’s vision was interrupted by

her Older’s voice. The lowered Vox of
their static voices zipped through the
atmosphere of this dreamy like world.
“The Prime Target is two.”

Two? What did it mean? Her

confused facial expression must have
asked the question before it could be
verbalized.
 “There are two Prime Targets. One
a male and the other a female.”

She verbalized her next confusion;

“How do we know who they are?” This
was only her first, available chance to
get prey. The last time left them
hungry with nothing to satiate them
except a drained Lithium battery and a
fainted girl.

Brandone didn’t even let her in on

who the Prime Target was this night.
They hadn’t reached the Prime
Target’s home. A lithium battery, a
passed-out girl and a row of street
lamps; in which they were instructed
not to take too much energy from was
all they had to survive on until they
were given the next Prime Target or PT
assignment.

Brandone was relieved this was a

smaller abode for the two Prime
Target’s. This was going to be simple.
Brandone snapped his head to the
side and glared at Kiilsae. She became
silent then fell in step with her Older.
She knew what to do; or not do.
Ten steps forward landed them in front
of a small wood porch with four to five
additional stairs to walk up. There
stood before them was one aluminum
door with a Plexiglas. When
Brandone’s eyes met with the
reflective surface and he saw the
voids of his black-holed eyes he
quickly hung his head down as Kiilsae
was already poised, in her dirty,
slightly torn and over sized dress.

Brandone went to task. He knocked

on the door three times. There was
some stumbling on the other side of
the door. Then it opened standing
before them was a skinny girl with
stringy blond hair wearing glasses.
They kept their eyes down cast when
Brandone’s spoke Kiilsae didn’t speak
at all.

“Could we come in and use your

phone? Our ride is late, and I think I
need to give him directions on how to
get here because we are lost.”

The girl looked at them after she

yelled over her shoulder of who was at
the door. She waited until her father
was done speaking, then turned back
to them looking them up and down
she led them in. The two small figures
sat upon the couch as the human
female stood there staring at them
unusually and waited.

My name is Shayann. They didn’t

look up or offer their names.

“Oh yeah, you wanted the phone.”

She popped out of her chair to go and
retrieve it where it was resting on the
counter, in the kitchen which was
behind the couch.

Her father came in the room. He

asked the kids if they needed to be
driven any where. Brandone said,
“Yes.” When the man’s wife came in,
he told her he was going to give them
a ride home. Kiilsae asked if “The nice
lady could come along too”; meaning
his wife. She agreed to go, but
reluctantly, these children never
looked up but spoke self-assuredly.
This was contradictory behavior for
children. After several minutes of
making excuses not to go; they
somehow talked her into the
excursion.

All four of them were in the car,

when a sharp pain went into the guy’s
head. The wife feeling nauseous, ask
him if he needed her to stop the car.
He told her he would be fine. But this
wasn’t true because his nose was
starting to bleed. She remembered
there were napkins in the glove box.
He went into the glove box and
retrieved the package of napkins. He
pulled out two of them and proceeded
to blot his nose, as he did the bleeding
started to stream out of his nostrils.
He was freaking out as they pulled
onto the turn pike of the highway.

The children sat calmly in the back

seat not saying anything. They hadn’t
given an address or instructions to
where they needed to be dropped off.
Brandone could not help himself, he
was growing hungry for their
frequencies. He had started drawing
from them as soon as they were all
locked in with their seat belts. The
woman was trying to drive, swerving a
little, she tried to calm her husband
down.

Finally, on the highway. They made

it in the car eight meters, when the
woman pulled the car to the side and
started puking outside her car door
onto the paved road.

The guy was holding his head and

rocking back and forth, for awhile he
hadn’t noticed the car was not in
motion any longer. He pushed the car
door open, pulled himself out of the
car and then with a cry, shielded his
eyes from the blast of sunlight. He
also started puking.

Brandone who had been sitting

behind the man in the back seat,
opened the door and slid off the seat,
as his feet softly hit the paved cement.
Kiilsae took this as her cue to do the
same and once they looked at each
other their minds were aligned. Then
they snapped back to their feast,
going to their individual Prime Target’s
to finish the job.
 The night was upon them and the
married couple’s, doors ajar, bodies
limped over, one over the steering
wheel and the other against the
dashboard. Traffic on the highway was
fluid. No one pulled over to investigate
the strange scene until the previous
day. The Police, Coroner and
Newspapers were at a loss as to what
had transpired. The only evidence
which was found outside the couple’s
belongings was a small ribbon found in
the backseat.
Brandone and Kiilsae were no
where to be found.

Somewhere Behind Black

Eyes Part 6

Somewhere Behind Black Eyes…

Dear Britney;
 You finally did it. You finally left me. I
could say I’m surprised, but you have
been threatening me with this for months.
I guess you don’t know or at least I
never told you, but I knew about the other
man. I have known about him. I am aware
I didn’t let on, but I figured regardless of
whether I told you or not if you wanted to
leave me, you were going to.
I know he works with you at your
government job. I’ve seen you two lean in
a little too close. I’ve seen you giggle at
the things he’s said to you. I’ve seen the
look on your face when he looks at you
and the way your body language changes.
For awhile I denied it. I lied to myself. I
even tried to pull you close to me on one
occasion, but you coldly, resisted me.
I guess you both are laughing at me
now, because you think I don’t know, or I
will never know. I never quite measured
up to your expectations. I didn’t acquire
the fancy government jobs you both have,
and I didn’t have a big enough paycheck. I
didn’t have the mind you wanted even
though my construction job provided me
with the body you approved of. Without
physical intimacy, which really doesn’t
mean much, does it?
I guess I will deliver this letter to you,
since I know where he lives and where
you are. I will wait for you to come get
your stuff. Hopefully, you will have enough
respect for me to leave him outside and
not bring him into the home we have
lovingly shared all these years.
Someday you will see I was the guy
who really loved you. He will dispose of
you after he’s finished with you. I know
the type he is. I can bet you he has left his
wife for another woman before and then
he got sick of her and she too was
discarded; just as you will be, my dear
Britney.

Love forever, Mark

He did it. He wrote it and now he had

to make a trip to her new residence to
deliver it to her. He had to see the look on
her face when she opened the door and
saw him standing there. What if the guy
answered the door instead?
“Damn!”
If he showed up there, he could be tagged
as a stalker. When did delivering a letter
become so complicated, he thought.
What if the “love forever” came on too
strong or too desperate? He was
desperate…Wasn’t he? NO. The only way
Mark was going to survive this, is if he
paddled up the river of denial. Ha-ha,
funny how an expression could mean two
different things.
He laughed, his laughter melted into him
sobbing and his sobbing ended up him
with his head in his arms on the table.
Tears splashed on the table inches away
from his eyes. Shame made him cry more.
Then his guilt made him feel privately
humiliated. The humiliation made him
wrack with sobs so pronounced he almost
didn’t hear:

THUD, THUD, THUD!! Then…THUD, THUD,

THUD!!!

His first reaction outside of “What the

Fuck” was a quick heart leap away into the
ceiling. It felt late, but it was winter, so he
probably was misjudging the time. A slight
glace at the clock on the wall told him it
was until the clock’s second hand ceased
to move directly after he looked at it.
“Weird.”

Maybe the battery just died. What were

the chances of this scenario happening?
This had to be listed on the events of this
real horrible night he was having. And all
the horrible nights he would have after
since she is gone.

THUD, THUD, THUD!!!

Jeez, who was at his door, the cops, the

FBI…Bigfoot? His snicker played its way
from his brain to his mouth to where it
would be audible and was instantly cut
short by…

THUD, THUD, THUD!!!

Whoever it was obviously wasn’t going to

piss off anytime soon. His surprise, heart
palpitations and apprehension were
immediately replaced by frustration and
 annoyance. “I’m coming!!” He breathed
under his breath, “Damn it!”

Not only was he unprepared for company,

he wasn’t properly dressed; even to
answer the door.
Mark popped the door a crack open then
quickly said, “Wait a minute.” Immediately
he realized he was apprehensive to open
the door again. Jeez, couldn’t he just turn
around and head up the stairs to the
bedroom, jump under the covers and live
there forever?

Since when was he weird-ed out by

answering the door to some adolescent?!
Wait. There was a kid outside in the cold
at 8 PM at night? He turned to glance at
the clock a second time when…

THUD, THUD, THUD!!!

Sometimes multi tasking isn’t a good idea.

Not only was he wasting his time looking
to a clock for accurate time which he
witnessed die about ten minutes ago, but
he was trying to put his leg in the left side
 pant leg of the pants he discarded by the
door, when he came inside hours ago.
There’s no way he could have gotten away
with this if Britney was here. He almost
tripped halfway inside the leg and just
about fell forward... Mark looked for his
shirt. He really didn’t need a shirt, did he?
Yeah, it was winter, but it was just a kid.
How long could it possibly take?
Especially, if he got the wrong house,
which was possible.
Dread filled his heart and subconscious.
Just when he was trying to shake it off…

THUD, THUD, THUD!!!

After he jumped a little, Mark reached for

the door knob and ripped the wooden door
almost off its hinges. This kid was
persistent.

“Yeah! What’s up?!” He said hastily.

The kid was wearing dark clothes. The

hoodie he wore was moreover big for him
and had dark and even darker wide,
horizontal stripes on it. His pants were
 baggy. They hung where it looked like he
had a load of shit in them. Mark wanted to
burst into nervous hilarity, but he was too
terrified. Why was he scared of a kid?
Maybe it was because this he was out in
the cold of winter with nothing but earlier
stated; his shoes or even whether he had
any couldn’t be noted. The water stained
pant legs were so long, they covered up
the child’s feet. The kid was also, eerily
calm. He didn’t shuffle or seem to shift
around fretfully like other kids.
The other extraordinarily, strange thing
about him was his voice. It boomed louder
and clearer than most kids his age which
he seemed to be about twelve to fifteen
years of age. Another thing about his
speaking style was he seemed to be
asking a question, but it came out as a
command instead.

“You want to go get Britney.”

Huh? What would a kid want with

Britney? Maybe her new boyfriend had a
kid or an illegitimate child? Please let it be
the latter. Mark needed all the ammunition
he could get on her new boyfriend.
“Britney’s not here. She’s with your dad.”
There. Maybe this kid would confirm or
deny his suspicions. A good percentage of
Mark wanted this kid to leave and he
couldn’t shake how freaked out this kid
was making him. Perhaps, he was just
under a great deal of stress. It seemed
was a rational perception.
What wasn’t rational was what came next.

The kid’s gaze slid up from the porch to

Mark’s eyes. He looked directly into Mark’s
eyes and repeated his earlier statement.
“You want to go get Britney!”

Mark was more than way beyond scared

now. He was frozen in place. This kid had
somehow taken over his mind. Blackness
crept into his cognizance fogging his soul
with nothingness. His sorrow turned
shadowed with a zombie-like need to do
what this kid was commanding him to do.
Any unclouded days in his past seemed to
be all filled with death; his death.
 Childhood days with his favorite people
were plagued in his mind, blackened like
an old water damaged mirror. He could
now imagine them in his head, dying and
aging to be corpse. Like his favorite
fantasy fiction character when he was
younger.

Mark heard a slow low crackling sound. He

robotically pulled his eyes away from the
teen to look behind him to see there were
two other kids. Upon their arrival pops in
the atmosphere followed by the smell of
sulfur.
Mark then blinked a few times.
He said, “Britney doesn’t live here
anymore. She’s gone!” It came out more
like a whimper than a decisive statement.
The kid blinked a few times. The slow
buzzing noise in Mark’s head ceased. Then
a shill, familiar sound smashed through
the gloom and fog engulfing his mind. It
was his cell phone! His cell phone was
ringing. He had to answer it, but it was like
running through beach sand to pull his
consciousness out of the anguish which
seemed to crawl like a parasitic worm into
his brain.

Mark turn his head. His upper torso

was trying to turn with it. He was moving
as if he was in a slow-motion movie. The
phone continued to ring. He was two feet
away from the door when he realized he
had left the door wide open! What if they
came in?! Robbed him, or worse. His head
was turned for less than a half of a minute
but when he turned back around all three
of the children were gone! The night air
seemed electrified and staticky. He felt
more alive than he had ever felt but his
mind caressed as if it was being put to
sleep.
He reached for his phone after he
readjusted the direction of his body.
“Hello?!”
“Britney?!”
Then he collapsed.