Files were lying on ground and the beast was staring at me with rainbow manipulation beside him. A gleam of death and a classic blood thirst ran all over him, a blood river was running straight through his eyes and so through the colour of rainbow beside him.
He was no racist.
A hand aiming at my two pair of eyes he grinned like a meanace, wishing to rip of my eyes and add the another pair of eyes at him.
Tho he was evil he never discriminated; he was the same feather from another bird. One would say. I only had two eyes and none the ones which he had. I froze regretting ever running out of my house at late night against my mom's will. A blood stream ran towards me I couldn't run the blood was soaking me in and towards it. Or vice versa.
As it slowly touched my cold feet I expirienced the thousands of pair of eyes he had. I feel weak and gasping for breath the blood soaked in me and I was counted as one of them.
Not a bad thing, but a evil whos no racist but bloody.
The end

© Kshitij sathe