The eyes
Bradley woke up in the ER.
How he got there escaped him, his memories seeming blank.
He was hooked up to an IV drip on his right, and the sun had set, so it had been at least several hours since he lost consciousness.
A gruff, professional but not judgmental voice interrupted Bradley’s thoughts.
“What the hell happened at school? The hallway is a mess, and you seem to be the only one not injured to some degree.”
As Brad looked to his left, he saw a tall, dark-skinned doctor wearing a lab coat, gloves, a mask, goggles and a hair net, as though trying to minimize some form of contamination.
“What?” Brad responded dumbly.
“Eyewitness reports say, and I quote, that the building itself was ripped apart from the inside, screaming with pain as a young man, with ginger hair and lightly tanned skin floated out of the building as if on an invisible stretcher.
“So, I will repeat once more; what exactly happened, to the best of your ability to remember it.” Stated the doctor in a tone that brokered no room for argument.
“I just remember getting yelled at by Jonathan, falling over and then waking up here?” Brad murmured, surprised by the bluntness with which the doctor approached Bradley.
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Brad, at that moment, witnessed a horrifying sight that nobody else seemed to care about. One so strange that Brad didn’t even register the doctors speech.
A patient was absorbed into an endless black void which appeared between the poor woman and the bed, somehow leaving the body behind.
Brad promptly fell unconscious, unable to handle the stress, much to the disappointment of the doctor.
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To nobodies surprise, Brad took a while to wake up. Though he hates being called by such a title, we still refer to him as The Speaker.
Precisely 12 hours, 6 minutes and 3.2 seconds.
Gosh the others were so upset at the lack of living beings to talk to.
Even when The Speaker did wake up, that pesky humanoid was too demanding to let The Speaker to talk!
The ignorance of some people will never surprise me.
If only we could see without His eyes, alas, we are restricted to audio only. And touch, but that is something most phantoms are privy to.
As if to spite me, an Eye absorbed one whose time had come and gone months ago.
“WHY?!?!” I scream into the nothingness of the void as Brad falls into slumber once more.
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When Brad woke up this time, it was to a unique scene.
Namely, he saw what could only be describes as a multi-eyed, red skinned, floating human who was actively on fire!
Brad immediately tried to run over to put the flames out, but was restrained to his bed.
It was around this time that Brad took not of the rest of his surroundings.
Namely, the lack of surroundings, and impossible scene in front of him.
Hundreds of formless wisps surrounded Bradley, but only the burning man was talking.
“Are you The Speaker?”
It was a simple question, yet one asked with such authority and power that Brad found it difficult to form words.
One wisp, a familiar voice, soothing like that of a lullaby, spoke out.
“Of course he is! Do you not see the pure number of us? Any other would be vapor ten times over already!” It screamed.