**This is a piece I just wrote, literally, based on a story idea that's been bouncing around my mind for a week or so. I hope it's enjoyable**
Zane stared into those beautiful hazel eyes. Each ripple within the iris seemed to represent a scar which life had left upon her soul. Every mistake, every ill-ending trial, every word of torment and abuse was present within those painfully withering gems. Beneath each wave of anguish which crashed along the shores of her retinas was something else, something larger. An ocean of joys, a world unseen and withheld in guarding resignation from the corrupting gaze of society. She shut her eyes; this was the first time anyone had seen them in, what seemed like, ages. Zane placed the visor back in its rightful space. He was astonished that he was able to share this moment with a woman who had recently tried to assassinate him.
Zane took a few steps back bumping into the sacrificial table of the room. Destiny (A.K.A “Shade”) stood, readjusting her visor then rubbing her wrists where the handcuffs once groped her. The blue trails along her suit began to illuminate and again he saw what she was; she was that black monster engulfed in blue fire that had assassinated his father, yet this new light was also shining through. With this new perspective it was no longer a matter of what she was, but it was a matter of who she is. Those eyes were not new to him, he had seen them once before while Rachel was alive; they were Rachel’s eyes as well.
Before a single syllable could be exchanged between Zane and “Shade” they both had their attentions drawn to the floor above them. A door had opened and beings began shuffling about the nuclear ravaged mansion. Zane reached into his messenger bag to pull out the prewar revolver Clayton had given him for their anniversary before he left. There were only three bullets remaining. He looked at “shade” who was standing perfectly still while a red bar filled across her visor and a number below it raised along with it: “83%...84%..” It seemed as though she was preparing for battle with these guests.
Zane took a deep breath to clear his thoughts. He let out a chuckle, not due to any overpowering nervousness or pent up angst, simply because he admired the humor of the situation. In order to hold onto his life and see the one person in the world he cares most for, he must place his trust with the one who slew his father, Clayton’s sister, and nearly him.”99%...100%” The boot-up process is compete. Shade turned towards Zane and held out her hand in a friendly manner, gesturing for a handshake. Zane completed the gesture and they both nodded as if some hidden message of reassurance was received from nowhere. Zane, now suddenly stricken with a rising air of confidence, smiled Clayton will get to see the new species of fauna he recovered after all.
**Thank you for reading. :) Critiques would be greatly appreciated.**
