Dragonborn

There are Eyes on Me

Prologue 

The hell is that? It feels like it's watching me?

"That's impossible, don't be an idiot," his voice growls softly

The 'it' sits on a countertop before him. Somehow darker than the small, pitch black room surrounding him. The tiny diamond shaped gem makes tiny scrapes and tinks as it rolls around the flat countertop.

A tiny creak interrupts, then a 'thunk' of a leather boot on cobble breaks the silence of the room. He instantly whips around, actually slamming his waist into the jagged stone countertop.

The gem rolls towards his clawed hand, causing him to instinctively flinch away it. The room shifts from tension to disappointment.

Is it the gem?

Another 'thud' sounds as something jumps onto the countertop behind him. He tries to run, he tries to yell. But to no avail. A warm clawed hand is clamped across his freezing face.

Definitely one of us then...

The hand isn't even covering his mouth. Just it's presence is enough to silence him.

The figure reaches to the side of them and their claw curls around the gem with ease. Lifting it up to float it around his face tauntingly without even being phased. "Beautiful isn't it?" The voice growls mockingly, "But I doubt someone like you could appreciate it."

Their accent was almost non existent,  an unnerving melody to it. He couldn't place the owners origins or gender.

"I should get this over with," they drawl, tracing their claws along his horn as they move in front of him, "but I like to play with my pets."

They dart in front of him scarily quickly, in a motion that looked like a handspring off the bench.

Show off.

As if heard, they whip around, but all the darkness shows is their gleaming, sharpened fangs in a twisted smile.

Wait... why can't he see them? He has night vision! Somethings wrong, his heart pounds drastically, spine feels like ice. This is not a game, definitely not a game.

They look up from picking at their claws, "How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself," she does an over dramatic shrug, knowing he can't see it in the light, "Good thing I don't give a shit about my politeness. How about you give me your name instead?"

His throat closes further at this question causing his grip to tighten on the countertop. Claws digging in and leaving indents on the rough surface.

In a blink, they are breathing heavily into his ear, hiding their impatience, "That question wasn't an option it was a demand," She places her claws at points ready to puncture his throat, "the longer you take the more violent im going to get-"

"P-phase," he croaks, his growls a higher pitch than normal. He feels the claws at his throat tighten as he interrupts, until he feels a sharp sting then the pressure is released. His purple-crimson blood trickling from the puncture points as she continues.

"That's... ironic. Generally star shits have enough brains to not get themselves into these situations, or at least have enough brains to get themselves out. Although, your head did feel a bit hollow when I gripped it."

They hold up the Dimond between two fingers. Resting it at the intersection between flesh and claw.

"Did you hear that little gem? His name is Phase,"

Ok they're crazy, talking to that thing?  I'm caught by an asylum escapee. Their absolute hydra headed cra-

The gem then lights up with what looks like red veins running through it, leading to something that pulses. Clearly acknowledging that it hears them.

"What the fuc-" he starts but is quickly cut off by their finger pressing against his lips. "Silence, don't insult them, they're more powerful than you know." 

Phase just stares at the gem that still has the glowing red pulse. Who the hell is this?

"Who are you! What tribe are you?!" Phase demands forgetting they have the upper hand. Their clearly waiting for that question, teeth gleaming as they smile,"I am my own tribe. We are our own tribe."

A large growl builds up in his throat, "I am a night eye! I am not part of... whatever you are! Whatever you belong t-"

He is cut off by them slamming his jaw together so harshly some of Phase's teeth chip and crack. The figure then slams him against the cobbled floor, winding him. They kneel on his chest, keeping them in place as they speak in a voice nothing less than demonic, "not, yet."

The knee shifts to his neck as Phase tries to writhe free. Their clawed hand gripping the skin around his left eye. The extent of his struggles causes them to shred the skin below his eye. The more purple-crimson blood that spills from the cuts, the brighter the gem's 'veins' glow. 

Phase swears he sees a red gleam in the figure's eye.

They then hold the sharp end of the gem a few millimetres from his pupil.

"P-please," he gasps, coughing and spluttering due to lack of oxygen, "D-don't-,"

The sharp end is now less than a millimetre away from his eye as blood flows freely around it. The concealed figure then drives it into the squishy, squidgy, purple of his pupil. Fluids Phase didn't know existed flow from his punctured eyeball, trying to flush out the gem that is now embedded in it. His vision flickers to have a red film, then back to normal. Then continues in a loop. His entire body is writhing in pain as he attempts to pry the figure off him.

Phase coughs, his face starting to match the colour of the undamaged eye. Asking one last strangled "Wh-why?" As Phases left eye's vision lights up like it has a red film over it. The figure then lifts their knee from his throat, not allowing him the mercy of passing out.

"You'll see."

With a sickening 'crack' they snap his right horn off right at the base and slams it into his cheek, allowing more blood to gush out.

They then silently slip out of the room holding his horn with a small smirk plastered across their face as his screams shred through the halls of the otherwise silent night.

Time to see if the little experiment of hers will work.

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To any soul reading: 

Hello! I think this is going to be the book I fully commit to! This world/universe has been building in my head since I was like nine a read wings of fire, and has only spiralled out from there. If there are any grammar or spelling errors you see please point them out! (I wrote half of this at midnight lol)

If there are any questions about the word laws, that won't spoil the story I'll be happy to share!!! 

(Should probably make a document so I don't lose all my stuff, I also think I have a map about this particular place I made years ago, I'll see if I can dig it out) 

Anyway I'll stop yapping now! Thank you for reading! Hopefully see you next time! :)