Narri and Xy's vision

Another excerpt from Blue Moon, this time introducing two extraordinary characters that will serve a vital role in the story...if I could only stop skipping around so much and write this thing in some coherent order!

Rain gathered in small puddles on the asphalt, where vaguely colorful swirling patterns could be seen on their shimmering surfaces. Though tainted by motor oil, they appeared beautiful and mysterious in the pale yellow glow of surrounding streetlamps.

The air smelled faintly of hamburgers, probably wafting from the small drive-thru restaurant nearby on the busy road. His sloshing footsteps masked by the continuous sound of falling rain, a man in a black leather trench coat strode quickly across the parking lot. In gloved hands he clutched a large paper bag of groceries. As he reached the sidewalk that would lead him home, he dreamily admired the full moon that could be seen hovering above the New York City skyline. Distorted by the rain and a few wisps of fog clinging lazily to the cold air, the glowering, towering buildings off in the distance put off the impression of a ghost city.
Knowing that the thousands of people who resided in the city were very much alive, but entertaining the thought of a place populated by spirits for his own quiet amusement, the man made his way down the road, enjoying the feeling of the icy cold rain against his exposed head, which was topped with short, slicked back black hair that worked well in repelling the rain as efficiently as a duck's feathers.
At times a stray gust of wind would blow, knocking off his pair of wraparound sunglasses and sending them clattering to the sidewalk, but he would always bend down and put them on again, each time relieved that no one had happened upon him this evening and caught a glimpse of his eyes.
His eyes did not convey a sense of something malevolent, no. they did not exhibit elliptical pupils, or the glowing internal illumination of some legendary demons or vampires. They were just different, and he did not anyone to see them for very important reasons.
The wind began to howl like some angry ghost that finally realizes that its dead, and became forceful, trying to blow the man backwards and off his feet. With effort, however, he managed to fight it long enough to reach the apartment complex where he lived, which was only a mile or two from the grocery store, the bakery, and of course, the city of New York.
Living in New York had no special appeal to him other than it was the most densely populated city in America, therefore providing much cover for him and making it difficult for him to be indentified as something other than just another guy.
Upon reaching the large complex, he ascended two flights of stairs, dripping beads of rain from his soaked trench coat and Nike running shoes as he did. When he reached the door that he planned to enter, he knocked, and a few moments later, a woman he knew well opened it, allowing him inside.
Lit by nothing but a few scented candles and one small lamp, the living room of the apartment looked cozy, but even more so with her in the room. His companion had hair the same dark shade as his own, but it was long. Wispy bangs feathered across her forehead, but didn't conceal her eyes, which were just as different as his own, and just as mysterious. Only he had seen her eyes, and only she had seen his. They had known each other for a long time, and they were here for the same reason.
He walked into the kitchen, which was also lit dimly. He switched on a florescent light above the sink, and then set the paper bag of groceries that he had brought on the counter.
Meanwhile, she reclined in an armchair near the window, watching the rain fall from the sky. Each drop appeared to be as shiny and dazzling as a spider's silk, and much more pure, as she watched them fly from the sky, revealed by radiant moonlight.
She was tall and thin, with dainty features. She wore a black cotton tank top, a matching skirt, and blue and green striped socks on her feet. She appeared to be a delicate bird, neck craning toward the night outside, curious as to what could lie beyond. She wasn't a bird of course, but just as curious if not more so.
The man stood in the kitchen for a few moments, preparing their dinner in a microwave, which was a frozen Chinese dinner with sweet and sour chicken and vegetables. They both liked Chinese.
Across the room from where the woman sat there was a dining area, where a wooden table with two chairs took up most of the space. When the dinner was ready, he put the food on two paper plates, and they both sat down in two chairs across from each other. Both eating daintily and silently, they often paused to gaze across the table at one another, smiling as they did. The man's face was pale, as was the woman's, but they both were fair-featured.
After a few more moments of silence and quiet eating, the woman spoke, her voice silken and tranquil, yet teeming with a hidden strength that only the most observant and receptive could perceive, "Xy?"
To most, this word would have no more meaning than gibberish, but truly, that was her companion's name, simply the only name he had ever had and preferred to be called. Looking up from his barely touched chicken and rice, Xy turned his attention toward her, eyeing her through shaded sunglasses that he still for some reason refused to remove at the moment.
Her lips were full and colorful even without lipstick, which she never wore, and they parted in a bright smile that seemed to light up the dimness of the room. She too, almost always wore sunglasses that hid her eyes, but not now. Their true color and different quality shone directly at him, but he did not find them frightening, as many would, because his difference was shared with her, and he found it not disturbing, but beautiful. To Xy, it was the stare of acceptance that was the true beauty in her eyes, an unjudgemental gaze that was free of malice and greed and other destructive human emotions. "I see children swimming in a lake." She said.

Xy fully understood what she meant. Their difference did not merely affect minor details in their appearance, but also gave them the ability to understand each other in a way most could not. Her name was Narri, and both she and Xy were more than merely friends. They were bonded in ways profound and difficult to comprehend, connected so strongly that it seemed as if every thought and action they performed was precisely coordinated and harmonized, and most of all, they were in tune with one another's emotions and minds, thus giving them the ability, to act almost as one.

"Me too." Xy said, after a few moments of silent connecting with her in order to see the full detail of what she meant.

"They don't know what lies beneath." Narri announced.

"They don't see because they're merely children." He continued, setting his fork down on his plate and contemplating even more intimately with her.

"The men nearby are afraid." She said, tucking a tuft of her raven hair behind an ear and staring him in his eyes.

"They know what's about to happen."

Narri and Xy were truly seeing what most can barely glimpse, the mental picture of a faraway place, and of people much different than them, and yet very much alike. Forever intertwined, forever bonded, forever one, they could both see the forbidding dark cloud of paranoia and soon-to-be madness that enveloped the place that they saw, and they saw it in a clarity and detail that unnerved them, put their mostly calm thoughts in a slight but resonating dread.

Narri abruptly stood up from the table, and Xy did as well. They went to each other and clasped their pale hands together. "The children don't see it, no one sees It." she whispered, face still calm and serene, but hands grasping his so tightly that it was almost painful. He took a deep breath, having learned in the past that fighting this sixth sense was no way to relieve it. Instead, he welcomed the disturbing aura of fear that surrounded his vision. Their vision.

They saw a pack of wolves, running silently and wildly through dark woods, closer and more in sync than any normal group of canines ever seen before. They were different, frighteningly different. Parts of them were real and natural, while others were hard, artificial, and strange. They made no sound. The forest in which they roamed held its breath, as did the wind in the sky above it. Pursuing quarry that could not yet be seen, their powerful limbs carried them well and with much more grace and speed than others of their kind. Through gaps in the tall trees pale moonlight shone through, briefly revealing shining parts of them that clearly defined what they had become, blue moonlight, radiating from the sapphire form in the sky that could be seen by all who shared that portion of the Earth during the time when it was night. This blue moon signified not a beautiful but mostly unremarkable scene of nature, but of something dark and sinister, strange and foreign.

The blue moon put off a sense of fear, because that was what reigned on the particular night in Narri and Xy's shared vision. Pure, raw, human fear, which was confirmed by the sound of hysterical screaming coming from different areas of the woods. These piteous pleading bleats rattled and struck sympathy and concern in Narri and Xy, causing them to open their mouths in shock, and to grasp one another's hands even more forcefully. Feeling as if they were in a different place because of the vividness of their amazing sight, but obviously still in that dark and cozy apartment, they were nonetheless horrified at what they saw and heard. They had seen a lot, more than many see, but this stuck them so fiercely in their hearts because of the familiarity of these echoing cries for help.

They had heard this before.

Years ago, there had been something happening in that place of their vision that was quite similar to this. It had a lot to do with them too, partially because the source of the things that unfolded had a lot to do with their origin, which they had chosen to escape for a variety of reasons.

Many fear what they are because they think of themselves as inadequate, incomplete, not good. This was part of the cause for Narri and Xy's avoidance of their origin. The whole reason they had come to live in the crowded city of New York was to escape that. They were ashamed of what they were, because what they were had much to do with those running wolves and the horrors of that blue moon, and the terrible screams. Narri and Xy were not human. Not entirely. Part of them was and another part wasn't. And now, as they had their vision, the vision that they shared together because of their profound bond, they knew what needed to be done. It was what needed to be done a long time ago, on another night when a blue moon hung in a sky riddled with many mysteries, on a night when the nightmares that lurk within the human mind became very, very real.

As the vision ended, they both wordlessly decided what they would do. They would leave New York as soon as possible, and they would go to the location just shown to them by a much higher source, and they would help those who needed to be helped, because after all, that was they had come to this world to do, to come to the aid of those who truly needed help.







The End

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