Evil eyes.

The moment I saw them I knew there was going to be a problem.

I didn't kw what the problem would be, but there was definitely going to be one.

Or more.

When you see a person with a certain type of eyes you must always be on alert.

Something evil and sinister lurks behind them.

When you are first met by them you can't help but to stop dead n your tracks and stare.

Because they're eerie.

Oddly and beautifully eerie.

When you're first met by them, you stop and stare.

"How?", I wondered.

How can they see?

What do they see?

Why are they that way?

What is it about this person?

Why do they have t hose eyes and what's behind them?

While in the middle of my "stop and stare" I became very hesitant.

I really did not want to board this bus,

with this driver,

with those eyes.

I knew thee was going to be a problem. Something was going to go wrong.

It was inevitable.

It was those eyes.

I knew exactly what I was encountering.

I instantly wanted to be friendly.

I did not want it to sense my fear.

It presented as a female but I knew.

I know those eyes.

I immediately began commenting on them.

"Oh wow", I said.

"There's an actress who has eyes like yours, lovely!"

I kind of happily exclaimed it.

I needed it to sense friendliness.

She/It started telling me about her/its high school years when people would say she looked like someone but they could never think of who it was they she/it resembled.

I knew exactly who it was but I wasn't going to let on.

I knew it was a trick and a trap.

I became very hesitant and I absolutely did not want to ride that bus.

But I had dire business to attend to.

I had no choice.

I was still making nervously friendly small talk as she/it came closer.

To strap my chair in.

I could feel my heart pounding and my breathing becoming erratic.

My nerves were beginning to get the best of me.

But I had to remain focused.

I knew there was going to be a problem and I had to be ready for anything.

When she/it was strapping me in I was face to face and in very close quarters with those eyes.

"Storm from the X men has eyes like that too", I remarked.

"They're like lasers", I said snidely.

Just to let her/it know I was aware.

"Yeah, I know exactly what you are!", I thought to myself.

YOU AIN'T GETTIN ME!

My brain felt like it was fire.

I held her/its gaze a little too long.

I thought my head was melting down my neck.

My nerves flared up again.

She/It was about to start to drive the bus.

I know something is going to happen.

I keep up the nervous banter and she/it is engaged in the conversation.

Strategically and calculatingly, no doubt.

I just keep telling myself to be ready for anything.

The ride is going along uneventful so far.

I woke up in the hospital.

I knew something was going to happen.

She/It would later say that a car pulled out in front of her,

causing her/it to have to brake so hard that I flew out of my chair, into the back of the driver's seat and on to the floor of the bus.

I knew something was going to happen.

I knew there was something sinister and dark behind those colorless, devilish reptilian eyes.

Heterochromia iridum or heterochromia iridis is the medial terminology.

In complete heterochromia, one iris is a different color from the other.

In sectoral heterochromia, part of one iris is a different color from its remainder.

In central heterochromia, there is a ring around the pupil or possibly spikes of different colors radiating from the pupil.

This is a MUTATION of the genes that determine melanin distribution.

The GENES have become CORRUPTED due to chromosomal homogeneity.

Homogeneity: the quality or state of being ALL THE SAME or ALL OF THE SAME KIND.

Get ready and stay ready.

They are here!