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Eyes found himself sitting in the cold. He was back on the bridge, sitting on the edge this time. He knew where he was, he knew what he had wanted to do.
At first he was confused, but then it made sense. Sin had sent him back to the past, to a time when he hadn’t those bad deeds quite yet. This was his second chance.
A part of him still wanted to jump. But he couldn’t waste this. Second chances were few and precious. He sighed and looked up at the night sky, blazing with stars. They were so beautiful.
He ignored the rushing waters beneath him, knowing that he wouldn’t do it. This night was too beautiful to waste. Nobody would die today.
He remembered everything.
He remembered his parents, his family. He remembered his life, how everything led to this one moment.
But he also remembered Sin and Temptation and … Reed.
As if on cue, he heard a voice shouting in the wind. He turned around and saw a man running towards him, waving his hands.
Eyes knew who it was. He spun around and planted his feet firmly back on the bridge. He began to walk to meet the man.
Reed Williams looked very out of breath and very surprised when he reached Eyes. He clearly hadn’t expected the man on the bridge to do what he did. “Are you okay, mate?” he asked.
Eyes smiled sadly at the man whose life he had destroyed, once. “I’m fine.”
Reed glanced behind Eyes at the bridge’s edge. “What were you doing out there?” His voice was uncertain and suspicious.
“Just admiring the night,” was Eyes’s reply. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”
Reed stared at him for a while. Eyes could see the lack of belief in the man’s eyes. Eyes smiled at him, a bright genuine smile this time. “I’m fine, just needed to clear my head.”
Reed nodded slowly. “What’s your name?”
Eyes almost said “Eyes” when he remembered. “My name’s Elliot,” he said.
“I’m Reed,” returned the man in front of him. “Are you sure you’re alright? Could I get you a cab or something?”
Elliot stood up straight and smiled at the man. He didn’t want anything to do with this man anymore. It would be too painful to.
“I’m fine,” he said for the last time. “And I’m sorry.”
Elliot reached forward and gave the surprised man a hug. And then he began walking away, never looking back to see if Reed believed him.
Elliot knew he had a new life to live now.
And this time he was planning to get it right.
(21/08/16 – 25/09/16)
It felt like time froze.
Eyes felt his heart beating. He heard his breath escaping his lips. He tensed. His mind tried to make sense of it but nothing seemed to work anymore. He couldn’t even… He could not…
I don’t understand, he said slowly, shaking his head.
He turned towards Sin, who was smiling. Sin spoke softly and kindly — When we began, I told you that this journey would be one of redemption. Do you remember that?
Eyes nodded numbly, glancing back at the couple in the room. He didn’t know what to think anymore. But he remembered.
Sin’s voice broke through again — I told you that you would see yourself and the things you have done. And once you’ve seen all that you needed to, you would be given a choice, a choice to redeem yourself.
Eyes looked away from the couple, turning back to Sin, still desperately wanting to understand.
It felt like Sin knew what he was thinking because Sin didn’t stop speaking. His voice was terribly kind as he said — Reed Williams was never in need of redemption, young Eyes. He never needed to atone for any grievous sins.
Sin paused, his gaze searching Eyes expression before continuing — But Elliot Sims, the man you have been watching this entire time? He was one who needed help. And that’s why you are here, Eyes.
Eyes did not speak. He barely reacted to the fact that Sin had just revealed Elliot’s — his — surname. Eyes’s tongue felt parched and dry. He wasn’t even sure that was possible in this reality.
Sin moved closer and placed an arm around Eyes’s shoulder. Eyes did not protest as Sin began to walk him away from his parents’s ward. Sin did not speak any further.
They were still his parents, he understood that. But that baby in their arms, that baby was him, was Elliot, was him.
It can’t be, Eyes thought. He hated Elliot. He hated him with a fiery passion. He hated Elliot for what he had done to Reed, who was supposed to be the real Eyes, who was no longer the real him.
He had hated himself.
Kill me, Eyes whispered softly as Sin led him through the hospital. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t… I can’t…
Hush now, Eyes. You chose to believe that some part of Elliot was still worth saving. That meant something.
Eyes looked up at Sin. He’d never realised how much taller Sin was.
What does it mean? he asked.
It means that you believe you can still be saved, was Sin’s kind reply.
So what happens now?
Eyes’s voice sounded sad and hollow even to his own ears. He wasn’t a good person. He was never a good person. He didn’t know how to come to terms with that.
Sin spoke warmly, comfortingly — Elliot was a man with many second chances, Eyes. You can be too, if you choose him. All you need to do is to choose him.
Eyes pulled away from from Sin’s embrace. He looked at the dark haired man and asked — What happens if I don’t choose him?
Sin did not respond immediately. But eventually, slowly he said — If you do not choose him, you may join us, Temptation and I. You could become one of us. But it is not an existence I would wish upon you, Eyes. It is terribly lonely.
Eyes shook his head. He didn’t not want that. He had no choice. He steeled himself before he took that last leap and then, hesitantly but surely he said — I claim the name Elliot Sims as my own.
And the world went dark.
They left the room and made their way past several nurses and doctors and patients, a number of whom were rushing about. They didn’t bump into anyone, and nobody seemed to be able to see them.
As they walked, Eyes seemed to recognize the hospital more and more. This was where Sin had first brought him when everything had begun.
Sin led him through several corridors until they reached a place Eyes knew he recognized. It was the nursery.
The cartoons were painted as brightly as ever. The two nurses sat behind their counter and the two worried men in the waiting room were still wringing their hands absentmindedly, their thoughts elsewhere.
Eyes knew where this was headed and a part of him was relieved. He was going to see his parents.
Sure enough, they arrived at the hospital room where his mother still lay on the bed with the baby in her hands and his father hovered dotingly beside her.
Eyes smiled and stood in silence, taking it in. He was content for now.
Sin let him have his silence, bobbing beside Eyes quietly for a good long while. And then Sin suddenly spoke — Look at me.
Eyes turned his head away from his parents, curious.
I wish for you to ask me a question.
Eyes slowly shook his head, not understanding. What do you mean? he asked.
I told you that there has been one secret I have kept from you, my friend. It is time for you to know the truth. It is time for you to understand why you were forced to make the decision you had to make. But before that, you must ask me a question.
Eyes responded with a slow — Okay.
Ask me if those are your real parents, Sin said softly.
A shock of fear ran through Eyes right then. He turned back to look at the loving couple, the husband gently stroking his wife’s cheek as they held the baby. Those two had to be his parents. That was the only joyful memory he had left. They had to be real. They had to be his. He couldn’t bear it if they were another lie.
Eyes’s voice trembled as he spoke — I don’t think I can do that, Sin.
The answer is not what you fear, young Eyes. Look at me and ask, stressed Sin.
Hesitantly, Eyes looked up at Sin’s light and then with a shaky voice, he asked — Is the couple in that hospital room… Are they my parents?
Eyes could almost hear Sin smile as the reply came — Yes, they are your parents. You were their only child and they loved you more than anything in the world.
Eyes almost fell to the floor and wept at the sound of those happy words. And then Sin spoke again.
But that is not the truth I have brought you here to learn, Eyes. Watch them.
Eyes turned just as the lady — his mother — spoke to her husband. “We still haven’t named him.”
“I know exactly what to name him,” was the reply as the man — his father — picked up the baby and cradled him.
After sharing a look of joy with his wife, he touched the baby on the nose and said, “You, my son, will be called …”
The man smiled at his wife. “… Elliot.”
Everything went black when he hit the water.
And he woke up in a bed.
He blinked once, twice and his vision cleared. Everything seemed so white. The walls, the bed, the floor. He looked around, noticed the hospital scrubs he was wearing and the IV drip that stood beside him. The drip wasn’t connected to his hand however. It just seemed to be there.
He sat up. He didn’t understand what had happened.
And then a voice — You did well, Eyes.
Eyes looked up. Sin sat in a chair in the corner of the room, his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, his hands behind his head. Sin seemed to have this look of utter content on his face that Eyes did not quite understand. Eyes frowned for a moment, knowing full well the room had been empty just a moment before.
What happened? he asked, feeling at the awkward hospital scrubs he had on.
You made your choice and this is where that answer has led you.
A hospital? Eyes asked, incredulous. He felt perfectly fine. So why was he in a hospital?
He asked Sin — Why here?
Sin just smiled.
Where would I be if I had made the other choice? he asked.
Sin gave a low whistle. You would not want to know.
Eyes shook his head and looked around. Sunlight streamed in through an open window, brightening up the room.
What hospital is this?
Sin just smiled pointedly.
Are you going to tell me anything?
Are you going to do it any time soon?
Sin laughed at that — I’m so sorry, my friend. This is just … this is the first time someone’s ever done it.
Done what? Eyes asked.
Sin smiled, not giving anything away.
Eyes rolled his eyes. Come on, why are we here? Why didn’t I save Elliot?
You did save Elliot. You saved him the moment you decided to jump into that river for him, in spite of what he’s done.
Eyes just stared.
Sin sighed. I guess it’s time then.
Time for what?
My final secret, young Eyes. My final secret.
Sin got up and gestured at Eyes to follow him.
Quietly, he did.
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Eyes shook his head slowly, tired and disbelieving. But he asked anyway — What decision would that be?
We will get to that soon, Sin replied. But to do that, we need you to reclaim your name.
Eyes looked at Sin, uncomprehending. His eyes momentarily flickered over to Temptation who looked oddly giddy with anticipation.
Again? he asked. You want me to do that again?
Yes, was Sin’s flat response.
Eyes looked at Sin dead on. Will it be another unreal place like the last time?
Sin smiled kindly — Yes and no.
Eyes huffed in annoyance and tasted the challenge on his lips — What if I don’t want to do it? What if I refuse to go ahead and make this decision you keep mentioning?
Then we leave you here, Temptation spoke suddenly. We will leave you to be stuck in this reality, Eyes. Suns will rise and suns will set and you will be stuck here as you are, always a ghostly observer, never a part of the world.
Eyes closed his eyes, feeling a hundred emotions inside of him screaming for attention. Then he said — Fine. What do I need to do?
Claim the name Reed Williams as your own and we will show you your decision, said Sin.
Eyes was so tired. He sighed and said — I claim the name Reed Williams to be my own.
The world spun only for a moment and as soon as the dizziness was gone, Eyes realised he was still on the bridge.
What the …? he muttered.
Sin and Temptation appeared on either side of him. They stared straight ahead, neither glancing towards him to indicate what’s supposed to happen next.
Something felt different again. Eyes looked down at his hands and realised with a start that they were Reed’s hands. His own hands, returned to him. He was back in his body.
He looked up from his hands and looked towards where Sin and Temptation were looking. He knew what the were looking at though.
It was Elliot on the bridge, again.
A moment passed and then Sin spoke — Elliot will make his jump within the next minute, Eyes. This is your decision, right here, right now.
Temptation picked up Sin’s words and continued — We all know the man that Reed Williams once was. He was the kind who would save a man, regardless of what may happen to his own life. He jumped into the river to save Elliot despite knowing that that same jump could have cost him his own life.
Sin spoke again — But in this reality, there is no Reed Williams to save Elliot. There is just the one we call Eyes. Here is your choice, young Eyes. Save the man who would ruin you or kill him by just watching as he plummets to his death.
Let us see what kind of man you are, said Temptation drily.
But none of this is real, Eyes said suddenly, his head whirling from one entity beside him to the other. What does it matter?
This choice will determine that man’s fate, said Sin, pointing at Elliot. His life now falls in your hands. Leave him to drown and we lead him to an existence so oblique and empty that he will lose all sense of time and all sense of self. He will be stripped of all the traits that make him him. No memories, no emotions, no notion of self. He will be a false shadow of the man he once was, Eyes. But should you choose to save him, he will be spared and given a second chance.
He is a man with many second chances, Eyes murmured softly, echoing Sin’s words from long ago.
His eternity is in your hands, Temptation said, never taking his eyes off of Elliot. Damnation or salvation. Is he worth saving? Is he truly irredeemable? The judgment is yours, Eyes.
Eyes breathed heavily, blood pounding in his head. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this at all. He wanted to kill Elliot terribly, but to throw a man into an existence worse than the one Eyes was in? He couldn’t do that. Not for an eternity.
And so, when Elliot jumped, Eyes found, to his surprise, that he was running towards the edge of the bridge where Elliot had jumped. He threw off the jacket he was wearing — when did he get that? — and clambered onto the iron railings. It was freezing and he wasn’t even sure if he could swim. But he saw Elliot drifting further and further away.
The man was growing to become nothing more than a small speck.
If Eyes didn’t make a move soon, it would be the end of Elliot. It would mean going to that void where everything inside just dies.
And so, Eyes jumped into that rough beast of a river, looking to save the man who would destroy his life.
I’m not very good at keeping my word. I know.
But this is the truth : I only have two or three chapters of Sin left to write, so this long road is coming to its end fairly soon. Chapters will still be posted up as best as I can, but don’t carry your hopes up that it’ll be everyday.
Possible, but not likely.
A new chapter WILL be up tomorrow afternoon (GMT +8) but the day after that is anyone’s guess. But I know this story will be done and over with in a week or so.
The reason I’ve been taking so long to write is still college. Also this story doesn’t quite motivate me as much anymore. I began with no clear end in sight and I wrote it very very vaguely.
Because of this, the quality suffered a lot. And I really do mean a lot. And now because of that, there is no motivation to create beauty in the sense that I’m used to. I’m stuck in this style of writing, simply because prior chapter demotivate me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud that I wrote this novella as an aside. I don’t often do projects that go on for more than 5000 words. So to be achieving this is still something I’m glad of.
I may not quite like the style, and there are bits where the plot is so weak, your pinkie could poke a hole in it, but I do like this side project for what it could have been and what it is, as a story in and of itself.
I believe I may be uploading complete PDFs of Dark Moon and The Tale of Liam and Kate at some point in the future. I don’t think I can do it as blog posts, the sheering editing for italics would bore me to no end. That’s also why, you may notice that Sin uses little to no use of italics of any kind in its chapters.
But either way, keep an eye on this blog. Things will be ending soon. And after that, who knows? Maybe I’ll write an entire story before I post again, heh.
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It was cold and it was dark. Hollow metal sounds were heard when the wind blew in the air.
Eyes found himself back at the bridge, the sound of the river beneath roaring like the beast it was.
He turned and saw Temptation and Sin standing on either side of him, both wearing grim looks on their faces. They were not looking at him. They were looking ahead.
They were looking at Elliot, who was alone on the edge.
Eyes took a deep breath — Why did you bring me back here?
Sin replied — You never did find out how Elliot survived his death here, tonight. Now, you will.
Even as Sin spoke, Eyes thought he heard someone shouting in the distance. But he didn’t peel his eyes away from Elliot. Eyes needed this. Even though Elliot survives, he wanted to watch the man jump.
He wanted that bastard to drown.
And then, as if on cue, Elliot jumped into the cold freezing waters below.
Eyes smiled to himself with little satisfaction. He heard someone shouting again from behind him, accompanied by heavy footsteps that sounded like they were running.
He turned and his breath caught in his throat. It was him. It was the real him, Reed.
Reed came running past where Eyes stood with Sin and Temptation, and he raced to the edge of the bridge. He took a moment to take off the heavy jacket he wore and then, without a moment’s hesitation, he leaped over the railing and into the freezing waters below.
Eyes ran to the edge, afraid and eager to see if he had survived.
When he looked down, he saw a small figure who was very much alive cut across the currents with a steady determination, heading towards the one who was limp and being carelessly pulled by the current.
After a few minutes, Reed reached Elliot and Eyes watched as he pulled the other man to the river bank. The current was strong but after a while, the two small figures made it to back to solid ground. After a few moments, the smaller figure began to move again beside his saviour.
Eyes stood, parts of him trembling. He didn’t know what to say.
I believe you have just witnessed Reed and Elliot’s first meeting, said Sin.
Sin and Temptation were beside him again, by the edge of the bridge.
Eyes still stood quietly. Why did I need to see this? he hissed at them.
Temptation spoke — Because now it is time for your decision.
Or at least, he tried to.
Time stopped. The blade stopped mid-air just before it could break the skin of Elliot’s neck. Elliot’s face was frozen, stuck in the midst of beginning a scream.
I can’t say I’m surprised, said a voice.
Eyes turned around, his hand letting go of the knife, which seemed to be floating on its own.
A man dressed in white with blond hair stood there. But even as he stood, something didn’t seem quite right about him. And there was something familiar about his voice…
Like the look? the man winked at him. It’s been ages since I’ve worn this body. But you know, these are exciting times.
Eyes realized with a start that it was Temptation.
What are you doing here? Eyes demanded. What is this?
It was a test, said a second voice behind Eyes. One which you failed.
Eyes turned and saw Sin back in human form, standing beside the frozen Elliot, Sin’s pale face a stark contrast to Elliot’s tan.
Sin smile apologetically and said — This place isn’t real, Eyes. This is not your reality. I think a part of you knew that when you arrived.
Eyes didn’t want to believe it but deep down, it was true. A part of him had felt something wasn’t right. He nodded slowly, a slow anger burning in him at being cheated like this. Elliot had to die, one way or another.
He had to be patient.
Come now, Sin said. There are still a couple of stops before the journey is done.
What about him? asked Eyes, jerking his thumb at Temptation.
He heard a laugh and then Temptation said — I’m done playing in the shadows, young Eyes. I am here to observe.
A portal appeared and then grudgingly, Eyes stepped through.
He found himself in a kitchen.
It was a small kitchen with small wooden cabinets stuck on walls, tiled flooring and small wooden counter piled with various tins and plates of half eaten food. Everything was unclean and cramped and just like that, while staring at the mess, somehow the first memory came to him.
This was his kitchen.
He could hear the sounds of a television set coming through a small doorway and he knew that he was in his own apartment.
Being here felt not so different from all the times he had visited this reality but he knew he was still adjusting. Temptation did say there would be some kind of … something.
He heard a soft coughing coming from the living room and then, like a flood, more memories came to him. Martha left him six months ago. This tiny cramped apartment was the only place he could afford after he was fired and the authorities seized all his assets. He was turned away from all IT firms he had gone for a job interview. Now he worked as a janitor and general technician at the local bowling joint.
He remembered everything now.
He heard the coughing again and knew it was Elliot in the other room. Why was he here?
He remembered the many times Elliot had scorned him at work, even before the ARC project. He remembered Elliot being a jerk-ass boss for the last three years they had worked together. He remembered… he remembered…
He had invited Elliot here tonight for an important reason…
That’s when he felt the weight in one of his palms. He slowly looked down and saw the knife in his hand.
Yes, he remembered now.
He didn’t even have to think about it. All the anger came flooding back into him and then he slowly stepped out of the kitchen into a very dismal little living room, sparsely furnished with worn out secondhand furniture.
And there, dressed in a suit and leaning against a high table, was Elliot with a small shot glass in his hand, looking cool and relaxed.
“So was there a real reason for you to drag me all the way to this lousy dump? ‘Cause you’re really wasting my time here, mate.”
He gripped the knife tight and smiled at Elliot as he moved closer. “Yes, there was a reason.”
And then he stabbed him in the neck.
What is it, then? Eyes asked, a little too quickly. He cringed at how eager he sounded, but still he looked around in the darkness, hoping to glimpse Temptation. He saw nothing.
Temptation paused before answering — Names are powerful. If I were to give you a name and if you decide to claim it for your own, there will be repercussions. Memories belonging to the name, whatever it may be, will flood into you. It can be very unpleasant. Are you sure you are up for that?
Eyes didn’t want any more riddles. He was frustrated and he was angry. So angry. He screamed into the void — Just give me a name! Let me go home.
A name is asked and a name is given. Reed Williams, Temptation said flatly. Immediately images of the man Eyes knew to be the real him flashed through into his mind like a stab of lightning lighting up every dark corner and crevice. The stab of images of this man, almost a stranger, really, was unlike anything he had ever felt before and Eyes knew this was his name.
Eyes stood there, in the dark, unsure what he felt. There was his name, and it felt so … plain. A part of him almost didn’t want it. But it was his and he would own it and he would use it to get back at Elliot.
What now? Eyes asked Temptation.
If this is what you want, then claim the name for your own, came the reply.
Very well, Eyes said slowly. I claim Reed Williams to be my name.
The world spun and everything faded.
Eyes felt like he couldn’t breathe.
This was … this was too much. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man in bed with his wife.
He felt a fire burning in him and he remembered what Temptation had told him. He turned on Sin and stared straight at the light.
Sin, he growled. Is this real? Tell me the truth. Is that — he pointed at the couple in bed — real? And don’t you dare lie to me.
Eyes could feel Sin pausing. Then Sin said, You met Temptation, have you?
Yes, Eyes spat. He told me everything. I know you’ve been lying to me so tell me the truth now. Did this really happen? Did they sleep together?
I doubt he told you everything, Sin replied.
Answer the question, damnit!
Yes, Sin replied quietly. This is the truth.
What else don’t I know yet? Eyes demanded, glaring at Sin’s light, his jaw trembling.
Three years from this version of now, Sin said slowly, Elliot is promoted again by advancing your work on the ARC and he has you discharged from your office under false allegations. No IT company is willing to hire you again. You lose everything.
Eyes felt his breath come in quicker rasps as he struggled for air. Elliot ruined him. He’s ruined his entire future. Eyes dropped to his knees, his head in his hands as he began to cry.
Why? he cried. Why did Elliot do this?
I’m afraid that is one question I do not know the answer to, Sin replied. If you make it through this journey, then I doubt either of us will ever know.
Eyes looked up, momentarily finding himself at a loss for words.
This journey, he finally echoed. He began to shake his head before saying to Sin — I don’t think I want any part of this any more. I don’t want to see this through if there is more.
I’m afraid that’s not an option, Eyes.
Eyes wiped away his tears as he stood up again, his eyes momentarily flashing furiously at Elliot, who was still in the bed.
No, he said. I’m going to finish this here and now.
He screamed a cruel loud cry and ran at Elliot, his hands outstretched. He didn’t know if he could strangle people while he was stuck in this state of half-life but god help him, he wanted to try.
As he ran however, a pinpoint of light appeared and grew rapidly in a circle in front of him and before he could slow down, he found himself running back in the black black void in which he had first begun.
It was Temptation.
Bring me back, Eyes screamed at the void. I’m going to kill that backstabbing sonofa-
Hush hush, young Eyes, said Temptation teasingly. We both know you can’t kill him. Not while you are like this anyway. You will need your body back.
How can I can get my body back, then? Eyes asked quickly, suddenly very interested. Tell me.
You will need to use your name.
Eyes gave a hoarse laugh. How do I know this isn’t another lie?
You’ll have to trust me.
But even then, I still don’t know my name, Eyes replied tiredly.
You don’t, laughed Temptation. But I do.
It was dark this time.
Eyes couldn’t see but he could tell he was indoors. As he waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom, a ghostly light suddenly appeared to his left.
Hello Sin, Eyes greeted warily.
You left me alone back there. Back in that office.
I know, Sin replied, moving to hover just behind Eyes’s shoulder so he wouldn’t be able to stare directly at Sin. Then Sin continued — I left you there because I knew you would be able to handle it.
And now you’re back, Eyes noted drily.
Sin fell silent after that, providing no further explanation for the time being, and Eyes noticed that the room he was in was still dark. Sin’s light did not cast warm glows on the real world. The light seemed to be apart from the world, like an apparition. Eyes didn’t question it. Instead —
Where are we?
We are in your home, replied Sin. There is another thing you must see.
The light moved away from Eyes. Eyes knew Sin told him not to stare but he couldn’t help it. He needed to know. And so he stared.
Sin’s light was unusually hard to stare directly at but Eyes found that it could be done. And he stared as the light turned a corner into a room. By now, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the place he was in. Staring at Sin’s light did not affect his night vision, it would seem.
They were in a bedroom. Eyes could hear grunts coming from the main bed in the centre of the room. It was rocking rather vigorously and two bodies were clearly moving about in the sheets. He couldn’t help it. He snickered, especially when he heard Martha’s moans from the beneath the covers.
Is this the night where we conceive my first child? he asked.
Sin only greeted him with silence.
Then Eyes heard him. His voice, his grunts and his moans. And Eyes froze.
The blankets began to shift about and he saw someone’s foot nudging the blanket off the bed.
“… so hot in here.” Martha’s voice, soft and sultry with pleasure.
A grunt greeted her and the blanket fell off the bed, revealing Eyes’s suspicions to be true. His head was nuzzled into her neck but Eyes knew it was him.
It was Elliot.
What do you mean? demanded Eyes immediately.
A low rumbling laugh followed his question. And then Temptation answered — I say what I mean and I mean what I say, young Eyes.
What has Sin lied to me about?
Everything and nothing, replied Temptation.
That makes no sense, Eyes said skeptically. How do I know you’re not the one lying?
It will make perfect sense when Sin’s veil of lies are lifted, young Eyes. You will know that there is both truth and untruth in what Sin shows and tells you.
Temptation paused and then — As for me, let me say that while I do not tell half as many untruths as Sin. And that Sin’s lies are nothing compared to mine. But there is a secret — both of us are not able to tell untruths when you stare directly at us when we are in our most basic form. Sin’s, as you know, is that of light. And mine, is that of the shadows. That is the truth.
Eyes didn’t quite believe him. How can you prove that you are telling the truth to me right now?
Temptation laughed again. His reply — I will not try to prove anything to you. We are in the dark here, young Eyes. You’ll just have to trust me for now. Stare directly at Sin and ask a direct question. He cannot lie when he answers. You will gain your proof then.
Eyes was tired of games. And he didn’t want to hear anymore.
Fine, he growled. What now?
Now, replied Temptation, you will return to your liar.
His laughed echoed into the distance as another portal appeared.
I am no good at keeping promises and after this, you will never want to read a thing I write.
But this is my final promise for Sin — the end is nigh.
Chapter 14 of Sin will be up at noon today (GMT+8). And Chapter 15 until 19 will follow as well on their respective days, as I’ve managed to finish writing those as well.
You can ask me why I went AWOL for 9 days but suffice it to say that readjusting to college life and struggling with college forms is not the best to help get your brain juices flowing.
But I have a four day break now and I plan on finishing Sin by Sunday. And then, hopefully it will be done and it will just be a matter of posting, which will be no problem.
Also, due to underwhelming response to the blog, I will be discontinuing the Dark Moon series until such a time when it more lax for me to continue posting.
Cheers (of a kind where I can see the beginning of the end),
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He knew something was wrong the moment he was through the open portal. He found himself back in the darkness, back in that horrible silent void.
He look around him, and saw nothing but the dark swallowing him whole. He shuddered at the thought. But that was not what told him something was wrong.
No, it was the fact that there was no light here. No sign of Sin anywhere. Just that all consuming black that surrounded him.
He called out for Sin but no reply came.
And then a voice — Hello, Eyes.
Temptation, Eyes muttered the name angrily under his breath, already not in the mood for this. Why have you brought me here?
What makes you think it was me that sent you back here? Temptation sounded mildly amused.
It’s the only thing that makes sense, he hissed, annoyed. There’s a lot of other crap happening right now, I don’t need this. There’s nothing here for me.
Ah, Temptation said sweetly. Dear dear Sin. He and I are brothers, do you know?
What does it matter? Eyes shot back.
Oh, it doesn’t, really, Temptation answered. But I do know Sin better than you do, my little friend. And there is one little secret you do not know.
Really? Eyes asked, unamused. And what might that be?
Sin, said Temptation, is a liar.
The standing ovation that greeted him as he walked through the portal was a thunderous mix of catcalls and congratulations and clapping.
Eyes found himself at the back of a room full of office cubicles and at least a couple hundred men and women clapping for someone far in the front. Eyes couldn’t quite make out who.
He realised with a start that he was standing next to the real Eyes who stood stiff with his arms folded, his lips upturned in an unhappy scowl. He wore a blue suit and tie and seemed to be the only one in the room who was not clapping.
Eyes glanced around, noting that Sin was nowhere to be seen.
The crowd shifted as someone made their way through the crowd to the back of the room. The sea of people parted and — Eyes wasn’t even surprised — it was Elliot who stood there, being clapped on the back by several coworkers.
The real Eyes did not say anything to Elliot, only glaring at him with a ferocity that burned from within. Elliot did not glance his way, even though it was impossible for him to not notice the real Eyes, they were so close.
Something had clearly happened between the two of them. Elliot did not want to meet the real Eyes’s eyes, choosing instead to walk past him and away down a corridor.
Eyes and the real Eyes followed.
Elliot quickly slipped into a room and tried to shut the door but the real Eyes wedged a foot in the crack and forced it open, making his way in. When Eyes entered, he was surprised at how angry the real him looked. The real him was right in Elliot’s face, glaring and backing Elliot into a wall.
Elliot seemed to stare calmly at him.
Then … SLAM! A hand hits the wall to Elliot’s left.
“How could you!” the real Eyes hissed at him.
Elliot did not betray any emotion as he replied, “How could I what?”
“You know that promotion was supposed to mine! That ARC technology you sold off to the boss as yours, that was mine, damnit!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, …” Elliot replied flatly, his sentence muted at the end when he said Eyes’s name.
“You know darn well what I’m talking about, Elliot,” the real Eyes seethed, shaking his head in disbelief. “The ARC was my work, not yours. It was never yours.”
“The ARC,” replied Elliot, “was the result of three years of dedicating my life to this company.”
The real Eyes backed away and laughed mirthlessly. “Right. That’s what you’ve been telling everyone.”
“It is the truth,” said Elliot.
But even Eyes, who was just an observer could tell that Elliot was lying to the real him. He saw it in the way Elliot stood, with faux confidence. He heard heard it in Elliot’s voice, the slight tremor every time he spoke. Elliot was lying.
The real Eyes scoffed and made an obscene gesture. “That’s what you’re worth to me, Elliot, you worthless piece of –” He stopped midsentence. “You know what, this isn’t worth the effort.”
The real Eyes moved to the door and pulled it open. “I am done with you, Elliot.” He left and slammed the door shut behind him.
Eyes still stood in the room with Elliot, unsure what to make of this but knowing that he was right — Elliot was here to wreck his life.
Elliot, alone now, composed himself, ran a hand through his unruly hair and left the room. Eyes decided then and there that he hated this man, dead or otherwise.
It was quiet now in the little room and Eyes didn’t know what he was meant to do.
But he didn’t have to wait long. Another portal appeared and once more, Eyes took that step into the unknown.
First day back in college.
Happiness is what floods through me. Gone are days of blistering myself with the boredom of my bedroom. I am back in Kuala Lumpur, where long walks will take place and friends will be made and met.
This coming week is orientation so I can still rest my mind before I put down to the grinder and start learning and studying and revising. I’m actually really glad for this. My mind wasn’t made for laziness. It was made to be sculpted and shaped by knowledge. It was made to be challenged by nigh on impossible feats of memorisation. It was made to soar, not crawl in a bed and die.
Finally, finally, it will be able to do just that.
On another note, upon checking into my hostel, I found the the remnants of my room’s last occupant’s stay. There were cards (four Jokers, sorry DC) and a pair of sunglasses, Vitamin C (still half-full, by the way), paracetamol, and a very full bottle of hand sanitizer. Note that I have it on good authority that this was the same guy who wrecked the ceiling fan on purpose.
I am just as confused as you are.
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