The Eyes of the Eternal
Chapter one
"Midnight, that was when it all changed. 'Everything' changed, the skies, the seas, the forests... And I ended up smack bang in the middle of it. My life Started again."
Heading east along the car swamped High Street of _______, a beaten figure was staggering back from another day at college, sad, broken and bloody; he stumbled into the Orphanage he called home. His name was Syrose. He had spent the last four years of his life living here, most of which he had been offended, assaulted and abused, frequently by different foster parents. Syrose fell through the tattered emerald doorway of the orphanage, his azure scales wet with blood; he crept upstairs to the attic, his room. He liked the attic as he could lock himself away from the world and its ongoing torment, no-one could hurt him here, and it was his sanctuary. Syrose stumbled into his room, closed the door, locked it, and collapsed. Tears drenched his face, mixing with the blood flowing from his battered maw. The rain pattered upon his window as he rocked himself to sleep in a pool of red.
Chapter two
"Syrose" The taunting voice of Miriam Cosworth echoed through Syrose's mind. "Syrose!"
Syrose's eyes snapped open wide. He was in his bed, sweating, the bedcovers spilt over the floor. Staggering to his feet, Syrose made his way to the window; he opened it and took in a breath of fresh air. The moon full shone down and flooded the urban streets in a white blanket, illuminating Syrose's face. Why did you leave? He thought to himself as he remade his bed and lay down on top of the blankets in his dark prison like room. Morning. The same bloody pigeon was outside the window, cooing its love call to whatever was in ear range. "Shut the fuck up!" Syrose roared at the pigeon as he threw his pillow at the window. "Hey?!" a voice from downstairs bellowed. "Piss off" Syrose mumbled under his breath. Another day of the holidays, only nineteen more days until College began. A shudder edged its way up Syrose's spine as he thought about that, he'd have to face the people he dreaded most.
Syrose stood up and looked in the mirror on the far side of his room - Wonder how long that will last, Syrose thought as he looked at his naked dragon body - got dressed in bright green shirt and shorts and set out to go to the cafe for some breakfast ,he had a little bit of saved up money. On the way out of the front door, Syrose was shoved aside by Marcus. Marcus was a mean piece of work, he was one of those people who had to constantly make themselves known in your life, every day the acne infested Hyena would terrorize him. But what could Syrose do? Being half a foot taller than him at six foot two and a mean attitude made him fit perfectly into Syrose's life. Marcus smeared fresh puss from a hole by his snout across his arm. "Hello fag-face" Marcus sneered to Syrose's. Marcus tore through the doorway, leaving the door open after him. Syrose waited a few moments before he set off, in the opposite direction to wherever Marcus was heading. Syrose jingled the money in his pocket glumly as he couldn't spend it at the cafe now, not since Marcus was around, he'd steal it before he had a chance to order. Syrose tottered down the high street towards the Dust Mound, a small, tree flooded corpse with a small lake in the centre. Syrose enjoyed it here, it was one of the few places he could visit and not be pestered by anyone, well, almost anyone. Syrose had had an encounter last month with Marcus. Syrose made his way to the small lake in the centre of the corpse, found his usual spot by the willow tree and sat down. Syrose skipped pebbles into the lake, watching the ripples slide across towards him and then rebound back again, the morning sun reflecting his sorrowful face. He sat there till the sun began to set, simply thinking, thinking about his life, his future, his past. He was undisturbed throughout his stay, only did the time dawn on him when his stomach began to rumble, he hadn't eaten nor drunk anything the whole day. As he stood and brushed himself off, silence descended upon his ears, the birds, the wind... everything. Syrose surveyed the area, his reptilian eyes darting quickly, looking for any danger. He began to cautiously make his journey back to high street when he froze. A bird dropped down in front of him, dead. Startled Syrose's eyes widened as the only sound he could hear was thudding coming from all around him. Birds, lizards and small mammals were falling from, what seemed to be the sky. Then the wind returned, but that was all that did.
Chapter 3
"You have to wake up!"
Syrose awoke in his room, dark, silent and still, with a few blades of sunlight cutting through his torn curtains.
"What the..." The Dragon sat up and gazed around the room - how did I... - His mind trailed off as he stood up and walked past his window to the door. Syrose panicked as he rushed back to his window, frantically searching for his pestering morning friend. He saw nothing, just an empty nest and some mangled feathers. He threw the window open and poked his reptilian head out of it. As his gaze looked towards the ground he saw it. The pigeon was there. He stumbled back, his head colliding with the window frame making a hollow thud. Suddenly, a loud crash ripped through his ears as the sound of china smashing bellowed from the kitchen below. Syrose rushed to the door, forgetting the lock and ripping it off its screws. The kitchen door was wide open when Syrose got to it. The Dragon rushed in to see Marcus. Marcus was stood there, in the centre of the kitchen, the china and glass units scattered around him. And there was blood, blood covering the floor, the walls and even the ceiling. Syrose was bumped out of the way as the Feline form of Sasha Teardly slid into the kitchen. Her Purple fur stood on end as she stared at the hell-hole of her orphanage, her foot paws being soaked in the blood rippling out from Marcus's body. Every couple of seconds, another wave of blood would gush out from his feet, sending the pool further towards the doorway. Syrose's half naked body trembled in fear and confusion. Just as the Dragon took a step back, Marcus stood. He opened his eyes revealing red balls dripping with blood.
"It's coming Syrose" Marcus spoke in a taunting, raspy voice. "You can't hide in this place forever, we are coming, and we know how to get here" With that, the Hyena's body began to rip itself apart. His chest snapped open, bits of bone and flesh and fur spraying over Syrose and Sasha. Then his intestines began to spill out over the floor, sliding and splattering as they did. Marcus started to scream then, his voice normal again, his eyes once again their usual dull, dim-witted brown haze. His maw began to drip off as his fur began to melt around it, his eyes drooping from their sockets as skull started to show through the ever-growing piles of molten flesh oozing from his body. Marcus's body began to shake violently now, a pile of bones and hanging flesh dangling above a mountain of what was Marcus's form. Then the bones dropped, and the blood ignited in a fury of flame. The two dumbstruck figures by the doorway were engulfed in the flames, Sasha's fur caught alight as she started to fun around the room, banging her head on the walls. She grabbed a knife and started to scrape away the flesh from her arms, peeling it off like an orange. Her fur slowly burnt away leaving the naked Jaguar like a fiery torch. Her skin bubbled and blistered as she slowly collapsed onto the floor. Syrose stood still, paralyzed with fear from the events unfolding in front of him, his own scales now beginning to burn and peel away as he got to his senses, panicking, the Dragon ran from the blazing wreck, down the already burning corridor and out into the front garden. Patting his legs from the fire, he turned around and watched his home fall down before him. The fire brigade turned up as several Dragons poured out from its doors. They quickly assembled the machinery and got to work at putting out the flames. Syrose lay back on the grass, hearing the screams of the poor souls still trapped inside, his eyes began heavy as he steadily passed out, his last view, a Gryphon running over to him with medical supplies.