As Duncan swept his left hand through the box's insides, his bumped into two orbs each the size of an eye. He rapped his hand around them and retrieved his hand out of the box.
The two orbs emanated a strange feeling of coldness as they rest on Duncan's hand. Whatever these two mysterious orbs were, they seemed to be the source of not only the overwhelming fear that has invaded his heart but also the call that is now assaulting his ears.
Duncan used his right hand to get a feel of the surfaces of the two orbs. The surfaces of the two orbs were unbelievably smooth as if they were shaped to represent a form of perfection beyond the earthly boundaries.
As Duncan continued to study the surfaces of the two orbs, a sudden urge invaded his mind. The urge neither came from the orbs nor from the owner of the first gaze for it carried a feeling that neither possessed. The urge seemed to originate from nearby and yet Duncan could not shake the feeling that the urge came from beyond.
The urge whispered of a presence, the presence of a being beyond Duncan's mundane comprehension of the world.
Duncan heard a pained scream from his right and the sound of someone falling. He guessed that it came from the owner of the first gaze. Duncan had no time to spare in investigating the scream as he was trapped in a predicament of his own.
The urge seemed to be able to overthrow Duncan's control over his body and thus assuming control over it. Duncan's body moved on its own, it placed the two orbs safely on the table and reached out-reached out for his eyes.
A chill ran down Duncan's spine, he may no longer have control over his body but he could still sense it. The fact that his hands slowly neared the place where his eyes were supposed to be gave Duncan a bad premonition.
As if to prove that his instincts were correct, the fingers on his hands reached the edges of his eye lids and started pinching. At first the pain of having his pinched was tolerable. That changed when his fingers applied more force to his eyelids, it seemed that his fingers were determined to pop his eye balls.
The pain grew so excruciating that he wanted to scream but his mouth was no longer his own. The pain grew so blinding that he wanted to run away but his legs refused to heed his command. The pain grew so unbearable that he wanted his hands to stop but stop they did not.
Duncan struggle as best as he could but he was immobile as a statue with an exception of his hands. He wanted to scream for Bella to hear him, for the owner of the first gaze to help him, for anyone to rescue him from his predicament. But hope was a merciless beast and thus alone he left to fend for himself. The moment he feared came without warning.
SPLURT!
A wave of pain assaulted Duncan's senses, it was a pain agonizing that he almost lost his consciousness. The sound, the sound of flesh hitting the floor filled the basement. Duncan knew that was the sound originated from the pieces of the eyeballs that were torn apart from the rest of his eyes.
The fingers did not seem to be done with their work. The pointing fingers of each hand inserted themselves into his mutilated eyes and started scrapping out whatever was left of the eye balls inside the sockets.If the pain that assaulted Duncan before was unbearable, the pain he was feeling right now could not be put into the scope of words. Duncan could feel a warm liquid flowing across his face from both of his eyes which he presumed to be blood.
It dawned him that if he did not find a way out of his predicament he might die due to blood loss, that is if his merciless hands had yet to put an end to him by then. But Duncan had already exhausted all available options that he could come up with and he could not call for help in his current state.
Despair threatened to swallow Duncan's mind.
Please, I can't die like this. I still have so much to do.
Duncan's thoughts were left unheard as the urge did not seem to care about them. A flicker of resolve anchored itself in the wave of pain that assaulted his mind. Duncan might not be able to get himself out of the predicament that entrapped him but he could persist. He persist until the very end, it did not matter whether the end meant life or death.
Duncan persisted with all his determination. He persisted until there was no more of the remains of the eye balls inside the depths of his eye sockets. Duncan felt lightheaded when his fingers were done with their scrapping. He thought that it was the end of his miseries but the hands proved him wrong.
The hands which were now soaked in blood that was mixed with pieces of flesh reached out to the table. As if they had eyes of their own, the hands swiftly made their way towards where the two orbs were rested. Each hand rapped themselves around one of the orbs.The hands then retrieved themselves from the table and pointed the two orbs into the now empty eye sockets.
There was a pause as if the hands where waiting for a permission that came a second later. With easy the hands inserted the orbs into the empty sockets and made sure that they were properly fixed in them.
For some strange reason there was less resistant when fixing the two orbs into the empty socket as if the two orbs were meant to replace the human eyes. With the two orbs properly fixed the urge that had been puppeteering his body disappeared. Duncan's body slumped on the floor since his legs had no power to keep it standing.
Duncan had expected to experience a second wave of pain when the two orbs were fixed into his eyes but the pain he felt was smaller than the expected. But his instincts were screaming that it was about to change for the worst.
Looks like I celebrated too soon.
Then it came.