26 December 2012
"Listen to me!" The scientist's voice was sharp and crazed, his blue eyes the color of a poison dart frog. His white hair stuck up in all directions, and his face was jaundiced and sinking in. He had to be mentally disturbed. "This is my greatest invention yet. Just take a sip, and you'll be perfect. Everyone will love you." "Everyone?" I looked at the clear, watery liquid. It was so pure. What could it hurt? "Yes. Everyone. You'll be immortal." I took the vial. It slide down my throat, both ice cold and burning. My insides were on fire, but my mind froze. My skin was hardening. "Yes!" the scientist cried. "It's working!" Just before my eyes froze into place, I looked down at myself. I was turning into perfect, beautiful marble. I was a statue! I tried to open my mouth, to yell "you're insane! What are you doing to me?" but my mouth was stuck. "Now," he said, his poison-eyes gleaming insanely, inhumanly, "enjoy perfection for eternity!" That's right. Statues never die.
Poison Eyes • Opuss № I