//------------------------------// // Track 1: Magenta Eye of Tornado // Story: Obsessed with the Beat // by LunaScribbles //------------------------------// "My what?" "Now here I was, about to feel like shit accusing you of being obsessed." He said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "But, Vick... I love ya' man, but seriously? Colored Contacts?" I was scratching the back of my neck in confusion. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking. "Kent, what in god's name are you talking about?" "Come on, look! This cartoon pony has magenta eyes, kind of like what you have, or what you're trying to go for." I was really confused and curious this time. I ran to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Everything about me was the same old Victor Camperson for 19 years... Except for my eyes, which weren't the usual hazelnut brown like they should always be. Instead, it's bright magenta. "What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. "Okay, haha, very funny Kent." "What's so funny?" he said as he also approached the bathroom to see how I was doing. "I can't believe you pulled this prank on me. Color me impressed, but how did you get contact lenses in my eyes without waking me up?" "Wait, you also don't know about your contact lenses?" "No way. I can't afford a McDonalds Kiddy Meal, what makes you think I can afford contact lenses?" "Oh, I see your point now." Kent said as he brought his hand to his chin, doing the thinking pose. "I mean, it'd be cool I guess but-- Oh... Holy fuck." "Hm? What is it now?" "No wonder that cashier told me I liked Vinyl! She probably saw the eyes I had!" "Oh my god, really?" he started laughing. "Someone saw your eyes and immediately knew who you were obsessing over!" "Well, I bought the plushie from the store she was working on so of course she'd know the character I was obsessi- wait a minute..." God damn it, I just realized what he was trying to do. "God damn it, Kent!" Kent couldn't take it anymore. He started laughing so much that he fell on the couch. "Oh my god, Vick! From all the years we've been together, this has got to be the funniest thing ever." "Ugh. Well stop laughing and get these contacts off of me." "Sure can do, Vinyl Scratch." He jokingly said as he stood up. I don't know why, but him saying that released a few dopamines in my head. It cheered me up a bit, but I still needed to get these god damn contacts out of my eyes. "Okay, nice and steady... Aaaand--" "OW! THE FUCK!?" "It's no use, Vick. I've tried all I can do but still end up poking your eye!" Kent said as he poked me in the eye YET AGAIN. "I know how contact lenses feel and there's a bit of thickness that allows you to get your contacts without feeling the pain from poking your eyes." "Well, how do you explain the magenta eyes?" "I don't fucking know." Kent replied. "If we wanna know for sure, let's go get that checked up." "Oh alright." I said as I went to my drawers and got out my replica of Vinyl Scratch's glasses and wore them, to which Kent looked at me and facepalmed. "What? If I have her eye color, I at least should have her eye glasses too." I jokingly said as I looked at the mirror. "Wait, so what you're saying doc is that--" I was cut off by the doctor explaining the situation. "Yes. He was born with that eye color." he said to Kent. "There seems to be no contact lenses within his eyes." "Are you sure? He had brown eyes since forever! There's got to be some explanation as to why they just suddenly changed colors?" The doctor fixed his glasses and said "Well, it is possible for eye color to change as one person grows, but turning into magenta is not one of those. Usually, when a person ages, their eye color goes darker. However, from what I can see, brown turned into magenta, right?" I nodded. "Hm, this seems to be very strange. The only other way you could get a different color of eyes that way is through iris implant surgery, which is very much discouraged. In fact, it's illegal to do such procedures here... I'm out of clues here." "Huh... Well, thanks a lot doc." I said to the doctor. Me and Kent both got up and left the clinic. We began to walk to my apartment. The doctor's clinic was only a few blocks so it was nothing. I can't help but think as to why my eyes just changed color like that. It's kind of weird that there's not an ounce of scientific explanation as to why my eyes just changed color? "Man, what time is it?" I checked my watch and gasped. "We've been in the clinic for an hour and thirty?!" "Yeah, so?" Kent replied. "Oh, nothing. It's just that I find it hard to believe that I waited an hour and thirty minutes and I was actually patient all the way through.." "Well, I mean..." "Don't you fucking dare, Kent." "You were the patient all the way through!" "Well, I gotta get going. Good luck with those eyes, Vick." he said as he waved goodbye and left my apartment room. It was 10 pm and I was feeling a bit woozy. I went to my bedroom and saw my collection of plushies and posters. It was my pride and joy. Beside my bed was an office chair and a computer, which was currently off. Of course, like anything in my bedroom, I've decorated my PC tower with a sticker of two eighth notes beamed together... It's pretty obvious what that symbolizes. I got in my bed and grabbed the nearest plushie of Vinyl Scratch and went off to sleep. Truly this whole eye problem would be solved with sleep, right? I was just about to leave school until three figures started approaching behind me. Everybody around me just made space so that they could avoid being beat up by that bully. Usually, I chose to ignore those bullies, but for some god damn reason, I apparently caught their interest. "Hey, dickface!" said a burly looking guy, obviously a jock, who was with his gang of idiots. "We're talking to you, you ass!" I kept moving. It was dismissal time and I just really wanted to get home. "Oh, maybe he wants us to call him by his actual name. Icky Vicky! Yoohoo!" I was getting a bit annoyed, but nothing I can't handle. "Or how about this. This guy, watches a cartoon show made for little girls!" Everyone around me laughed at the fact. I was so fucking pissed off. "Could you please fucking shut up?!" I hissed at them, everybody around me went quiet. I regret making action... I should've just left. "Aww, baby is getting angwy that I let evewywon know youw widdle secwet? Well, maybe you should think twice about messing with us." I don't know how he found out that I watched My Little Pony. I literally told no one about it... Unless he stalks me to my home just to harass me in school. "Well..." I tried being a smartass "You guys came to me so, technically, you're messing with me." "You've got balls to be this dense." the burly jock grabbed me by the collar and punched me in the face. Note to self, don't be a smartass. "You're a nobody compared to me." He punched me in the face again. "I'm rich! I'm famous!" My nose was bleeding. "You? I just told everyone you watch a show for little girls, and you still got the balls to talk back!" He punched me yet again. The people around me were just looking at me, bystanders. Nobody wanted to at least show sympathy towards me. I guess I'll just be violently beaten to a pulp in front of everyone else. This wasn't the first time he's bullied me before. First time around, I cried a lot. Second time was just insults at that point so I've gotten used to it. However, this has been more the 40 times. I guess I reached my limit to how much I can take to the point that it's gotten physical. "Hey!" both me and the jock looked at the source of the voice. "Hey, Jack. Put him down. Now." I was confused and thankful at the same time. It was the president of the Judo club in school. "Oh well, if it isn't Kent. Why sure, I'll put him down!" he said as he threw me towards a locker. I hit a lock at the back of my head. My entire head was stinging, everything around me was spinning, and my ears were ringing. I'm pretty sure I should be unconscious right now. "Oh no, you didn't just do that." Kent, although shorter than Jack by a few inches, just grabbed him by the collar and fucking did some kind of throw. He threw him at his goons. "Leave." and just like the dogs they are, they were now crying and running away. Everyone had just stared at Kent in awe, including me. Nobody had ever tried fighting against Jack. After that awesome display, I lost my consciousness. The ringing of the alarm clock woke me up from my deep slumber. I slammed the alarm clocks snooze button and yawned, trying to recollect what I had just dreamed. "Huh, strange..." I just recalled of what had just happened back in high school. My first years weren't so very pleasant, but that was the same year I met Kent. Because of him, Jack and his goons didn't even think twice to go near me. That was when I became best friends with Kent. Not only did he care for me, but he treated me like the brother I never had. Well, after that incident, I had a head cast. Everyone wrote their signature on it and it felt great. Kent assumed because everyone was noticing me after that incident with the school bully, I got many friends. Well, I never told him that I didn't make any friends, with the exception being him. It's just that special connection with him makes him the only friend I see fit for me. But why dream about that? I stood up, seeing all the Vinyl Scratch plushies around me fills me with happiness and relief. "Good grief... I never want to go back to high school EVER AGAIN." I said as I put aside my bangs from my line of vision. Wait a minute... bangs? I stood up out of my bed and quickly went to the bathroom. My hair was basically longer than it was yesterday! My hair was like, what, not even close to reaching my shoulders? Not only that, but I notice that my hair was also getting some cobalt-blue tint. From afar, it isn't too noticeable. "Alright. These pranks have got to stop." Oh, I see... Those dreams... It must be Jack taking revenge from all those years Kent beat him up, leaving me immune to his bullshittery. I got my cellphone and dialed Kent. "Hey Kent." I said through the phone. "Could you, uhh, come over here for a sec." "Sure, what's the problem?" "Not sure, but I feel like Jack's involved." "Jack, who? Oh... That guy. But we haven't seen him in years though!" "Well... It's hard to explain. Just get here." I heard him grunt in agreement through the phone and hung up. I looked back in the mirror yet again. "Jesus Christ, Jack's gotta be some psycho to do this sort of prank to me."