Magic Eyes
Within the bitter darkness, two golden orbs began to glow like lanterns, illuminating the room dimly. The orbs darted here and there, shining their gaze upon the walls of the room, revealing worn in furniture and poster coated walls. The golden light was counteracted with an almost radioactive lime green light that overpowered the previous golden glowing orbs. "Your eyes glow so brightly.", claimed a young male voice.
"My vision is impeccable in the dark. Even without the glow.", a deeper, more masculine voice replied. The green orbs that illuminated the room faded until the darkness had once again taken over.
"How come mine don't do that?", the younger voice asked softly.
"Because you are weak....also green eyes give off the brightest glow. Hazel eyes and brown eyes give off least brightest glow.", The elder voice replied as the man made a clicking sound with his tongue against his teeth.
"That sucks.", claimed the teen voice with a defeated sigh.
"Yeah for you.", The owner of the bright glowing green eyes retorted.
After a few bumps and bangs breaking the silence, a lamp turned on and lit up the room with it's artificial light. "So when will my eyes glow like yours?", The young voice spoke up. The voice was coming from a rather young man. He appeared to be in his early teens, maybe fourteen or fifteen. He appeared almost androgynous with womanly, plump pink lips and a small button nose. Long dark brown locks fell to his bony shoulders and parted at one side.
"In about 600 years." The cold blunt answer was retorted from the elder as he kicked over an overflowing ashtray off the table in front of him with his large black combat boots. The owner of the boots was a tall, lean and very muscular man. Not one gram of fat could be found on him. He was covered in tattoos and piercings from head to toe and his long, waist length hair was bright, sky blue.
"WHAT!", The other was shocked at the reply.
"Well what did you expect, to just suddenly have the powers of Superman? Don't be a dumbass.", The blue haired man hissed with a growly voice and swatted the young one with the back of his tattooed hand.
"No, I just didn't think it was going to take THAT long.", The teen patted the area of his head where he was hit and pouted his lower lip.
"Well, you read too much fantasy crap. That stuff will rot your brain ya' know.", The elder nodded matter-of-factly and flipped open a dirty magazine, tilting it on it's side so the centerfold unfolded and fell out.
"I swear I think you do that stuff on purpose.", The teen glared through darkened lined eyes and hunched over.
"Do what stuff?"
"YOU know."
"No, I don't know. Please inform me.", green eyes glared at the kid in front of him.
"I hate you."
"Good."
"Fine!"
"Okay."
"Alright!"
And with that a door to the room slammed and the young one was gone.
"Good riddance.", The elder spat and continued to stare at the magazine until he got bored with it and tossed it aside, knocking the lamp over. The lamp hit the ground with a crash and the bulb broke into pieces. The darkness once again took over the room. "AH DAMMIT!"
