AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her dark hair fell over her face, but not enough to hide her blue eyes. Those torn pupils that I had looked at so many times before this stood out in the dim lighting.
Her stance was supposed to be casual. Her hands in her pockets and her weight on one leg… but I noticed the tenseness in her shoulders.
“The people who made you an assassin?” I asked.
There was no use hiding the truth anymore, not when we had come so far. I should have been scared to talk about it. I felt sick to my stomach, but it was as easy as discussing any other job.
She gave me a nod. “Think of it like a really fucked-up boarding school.”
I couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from my lips.
A fucked-up boarding school.That sounded like it fit her current personality a bit too well.
“You’re sure we lost them?” I asked and peered down the small hallway, noticing that there was just a single room.
I can’t wait to see what was inside.
I got off my shift not long before, and I was more than excited for this smallexcursion. For over an hour, we drove through the streets of New York, trying to lose my tail. I even made sure to leave my phone at home.
“Positive,” she said and motioned me forward, but she didn’t step into the space. As if this was her way of giving me free rein into her sad, sterile place of living.
The oddest set of emotions hit me and made me want to sweep her away from this place. I imagined her coming back here, after a day filled with death and destruction, only to be hit in the face with the reminder of her cold, dark life.
“I trust you,” I said, walking through the space. The door at the end of the small hallway was calling me, though I made sure to walk around, taking in every spot, no matter how barren. Because even if there was nothing there,thiswas Quinn, and I wanted to know all parts of her.
“Do you now?” she asked, her voice dropping. It was the kind of tone that made the hair stand on the back of my neck.You shouldn’t, was the unspoken words that hung between us, but I ignored them.
Giving up my charade, I walked back to the only room available. This time, she followed.
Peering in, I noticed a small desk with a monitor and computer. There were files on her desk, though in the darkness I couldn’t make out what they said.
What I did notice was the large, multi-panel wall to the right. Something that looked so out of place that I couldn’t help but stare.
Quinn brushed by me, her hand lingering on my back before coming to the wall and pressing a divot that was hidden in one of the panels.
Slowly, the entire panel pushed forward, lowering, until I got a glimpse of the lit-up shelves beneath it. On each of them were small glass jars filled with—oh.
Filled with…eyes.
If it was anyone else, I may assume this was some type of elaborate prank, but she was far too serious as she looked over me. They would laugh at first, before they got a good look at them, then jerk back probably muttering a string of curses as they retreated.
But not me.
I wasn’tscared, but there was something else, lingering right below my skin. An emotion I didn’t know the name of just yet.
She was silent as we waited for me to take it in.
The eyeballs were in pairs, stored in jars filled with a clear liquid. The shelves she had placed them on all had lights shining up into them, illuminating the eyeballs.
It was grotesque, and it caused goose bumps to rise on my skin and my blood to chill… but it also caused a sense of awe to fill me.
I had never been one of those people fascinated by death, more often than not, I ran from it with my tail between my legs. But the eyeballs?
There was something so hauntingly beautiful about them that I couldn’t take my eyes away.
The first thing anyone saw when meeting a person was their eyes. Eyes held emotions. Eyes held hope, fear, love. Seeing them taking out from where theyshouldhave been and put on display was an almost out of body experience.
I imagined the life they lived. The people they loved.
