The power of a single eye

If one thing I'm grateful for, it's my extra condition.

Sensing no other way out this situation, I calmly held onto my blindfold, particularly the left eye, hoisting it up just enough to reveal a set of pale grey colored eyes no pupils.

*ZING!!!*

The world around me paused as everywhere was dyed grey, not it's usual black. The full outline of the monster appeared before me. It's 7ft tall, standing on it's hind legs... A dog type of monster with it's skin decaying, pealing off it's body, creating a stench around me.

The waves surrounding the span of 5km around me and beyond flooded my senses, drawing a gasp as the high frequencies drew blood from my nose, eyes and ears.

To those of you who ask what my condition was... This is it. The ability to manipulate and sense vibrations at molecular levels but at the possible cost of my sanity.

Born with a set of demonic grey eyes devoid of natural pupils, I was marked by my parents as a devil child. And to make things worse, the world around me lost its color... No, to be exact, the world to me never had a color, except grey...

The monster lunged at me, but with a sharp grunt, it stopped mid-air. My vision, still desaturated and agonizingly sensitive, registered the exact trajectory of each decaying muscle fiber as it strained against an invisible force. It was like watching a grotesque painting come to life, then freeze in time.

The air crackled around me, thicker than before. The high-pitched whine that had been bleeding me internally intensified, becoming a tangible pressure against my skull. I focused, pushing back against the sensory overload, attempting to solidify the control I had clawed back. My "condition," as I preferred to call it, provided me a unique perspective, a distorted lens through which I could perceive the unseen currents of energy that governed reality. In my grey world, things manifested not as colors, but as frequencies, resonating vibrations that painted a picture far more complex and dangerous than any visual spectrum could offer.

The force holding the monster captive was born from those frequencies, a counter-resonance I was desperately holding in place. It was tiring, unbelievably so. Every nerve screamed in protest, every muscle threatened to seize. The blood continued to trickle from my face, a constant, morbid reminder of the cost.

But I couldn't falter. If I did, the invisible barrier would shatter, and the decaying hound would be upon me in an instant. This wasn't just about my survival; something about the creature's presence, the oppressive weight of its aura, suggested far wider implications. It felt like a tear in the fabric of reality, a leech drawing power from somewhere… else.

I slowly lowered my hand, pulling the blindfold back into place. The grey world receded, replaced by the familiar, comforting absence of sight. The bleeding lessened, the pain dulled. But the monster remained frozen, suspended in my mind's eye as a silent, grey scream.

"What do you want?" I whispered, the sound barely audible above the crashing waves. I knew it couldn't understand the words, not in the traditional sense. But perhaps, just perhaps, it could understand the intention woven into the frequencies of my voice.

The monster remained motionless. Then, slowly, impossibly, its head tilted. Not a jerky, animalistic movement, but a deliberate, almost… questioning tilt. A low growl, a subsonic rumble that resonated deep within my bones, emanated from its mangled throat.

It was communicating. And that, I knew, was far more terrifying than any physical attack. Because it meant this was just the beginning...

The subsonic growl vibrated within me, a creeping dread that settled deep in my gut. It wasn't a growl of hunger or aggression, but something more complex, tinged with a bizarre curiosity. It was like a child prodding a strange, dangerous toy.

"Show me," I whispered back, focusing my intent, broadcasting a willingness to understand, if only to comprehend the scope of the threat. The air thrummed with anticipation.

The monster's head tilted further, an unsettling angle that defied its grotesque anatomy. Then, the frequencies shifted. Not just the oppressive, decaying frequencies that emanated from its physical form, but a new layer, subtle and insidious, began to bleed through. It was a visual representation, painted in the grayscale canvas of my mind. A location.

I recoiled mentally, the sudden influx of information almost overwhelming. It was a place of darkness and decay, deeper than anything I had ever witnessed. A well, perhaps, or a chasm. A source. This creature wasn't just a random anomaly; it was a symptom.

The image pulsed, intensifying, drawing me in with a hypnotic pull. I fought against it, struggling to maintain my focus, to not be swallowed by the abyss it was trying to show me. This was a trap, I knew it. An invitation to something far worse.

"No," I gasped, severing the connection, slamming the psychic door shut. The monster's growl deepened, turning into a frustrated snarl. The invisible force holding it in place flickered, weakened by my wavering concentration.

I needed to think, to strategize. I couldn't fight this with brute force, not with the toll it was taking on me. I needed information, context. But where could I find it?

Then, a tremor shook the ground. Not the subtle vibrations of the ocean, but a violent, earth-shattering quake. The force field wavered again, threatening to collapse.

My attention snapped upwards, towards the source of the disturbance.

Meanwhile, high in the air, a few meters away from the facility, two blurs are seen clashing against each other with enough force to knock down buildings with ease.

Ada swooped in with a massive hook to the chin, sending Dawn swirling down before a blue concocting beam of energy formed in her arms, blasting consecutive beams at the crashing Dawn.

The beams, each with the destructive power of a small meteor, slammed into Dawn, sending her careening towards the earth. I felt the impact through the vibrations in the ground, the sheer force of it threatening to unravel the fragile control I had over the monster.

This wasn't just a localized problem; this was a full-blown war raging around me. And if the fight above escalated, the collateral damage could easily destroy everything, including me and the creature I was desperately trying to contain.

I had to act, and fast. But how could I fight an aerial battle while simultaneously holding a monstrous entity at bay? I needed help. But the people who usually came to my aid… They were probably involved in the aerial dogfight.

I took a deep breath, calming myself, focusing my remaining energy. I had to trust my instincts, to rely on the unique perspective my "condition" offered.

"Alright," I muttered, addressing both the silent monster and the raging chaos above. "Let's see what you're really after."

I deliberately weakened the counter-resonance, just enough to allow the monster to move, to test its limits. The creature twitched, its decaying limbs flexing. Its head snapped up, fixating on something beyond me.

It wasn't looking at the sky, at the battle between Ada and Dawn. It was looking towards the facility. Towards the source it had shown me in its distorted telepathy.

The well. The chasm. The source.

That was it. That was the key. The monster wasn't after me; it was drawn to something within the facility. And if I could figure out what that was, I might just have a chance of surviving this night.

And maybe, just maybe, stop the impending apocalypse. I reactivated the field with renewed determination, this time directing it, not just to hold the creature, but to guide it. Now, would it be lead, or would it resist? Damn me and my curiosity!