SOMEWHERE BEHIND BLACK EYES_Part 4

The black eyed kids visit a friendly couple in the middle of the country.

Somewhere Behind Black Eyes Part 4

Somewhere Behind Black Eyes…

Two children were weary from dimension jumping. The older could tell that they were on a gravelly road. In the middle of a world that was not anything like the worlds of the constellation of Vela.

The defining tune of black-winged crickets was 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 slowed and then halted.

When they reached 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 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, was not looking where it was going, and ran into a tree, knocking it unconscious.

Kiilsae’s vision was interrupted by her Older voice. The lowered Vox of their static voices zipped through the atmosphere of this dreamy 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 subsequent 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 did not even let her know who the Prime Target was this night. They had not reached the Prime Target’s home. A lithium battery, a passed-out girl, and a row of streetlamps, from which they were instructed not to take too much energy, were 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 Targets. This was going to be simple. Brandone snapped his head to the side and glared at Kiilsae. She became silent and 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 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 oversized dress.

Brandone went to task. He knocked on the door three times. There was some stumbling. Then it opened. Standing before them was a skinny girl with stringy blond hair wearing glasses.

They kept their eyes downcast when Brandone spoke Kiilsae did not 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 at 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 Shayan. They did not 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 into the room. He asked the kids if they needed to be driven anywhere. Brandone said, “Yes.” When the man’s wife came in, he told her he would 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, asked him if he needed her to stop the vehicle. 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 turnpike of the highway.

The children sat calmly in the back seat, not saying anything. They had not 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, they made it in the car eight meters on the highway when the woman pulled the vehicle 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. He hadn’t noticed the car was no longer in motion for a while. He pushed the car door open and pulled himself out of the vehicle. Then with a cry, he shielded his eyes from the blast of sunlight. He also started puking.

Brandone, 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 Targets 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 following day. The Police, Coroner, and Newspapers were at a loss as to what had transpired. The only evidence found outside the couple’s belongings was a small ribbon found in the backseat.

No real suspects were arrested. No one thought to arrest any. No one was identified near the bizarre scene.