Day had aged beyond recognition, and greyed so much around the edges that it was practically indistinguishable from night. Only the keenest of eyes could have told the difference, and, by a stroke of great fortune, I found myself in possession of just such a pair. They were dark, and incredibly dry, but they managed to do their job all the same. They whispered to me, telling me all of the things that I would need to know to achieve my task. It would be dangerous, they said, but the oncoming night would hide me. I would prevail.
The faces of the inconsequential folk that passed me sneered imperiously, no doubt jealous of my unwashed growth of masculine facial hair and my hand-crafted patchwork leather jacket. I had long since become accustomed to the petty mutterings of the unimportant, and had taught myself to ignore their stares. A small child dared to smile at me, so I smiled back. Then, I quickly uncurled my fist to give him a glimpse of the dried eyeballs clutched in my oily palm. He screamed and ran from me. I hurried onward, stifling a chuckle.
The eyes whispered for me to turn left, and I swung without looking into a dark and grubby cobbled alley. The smell of urine washed over me, and I breathed deep. My boot landed with a squelch in something sticky. I smiled. A quick, harsh whisper from the eyes told me to hide them, so I deposited them hastily into the inside pocket of my jacket. Hardly had I managed to conceal them before two youths appeared at the end of the alleyway, laughing to one another in the cruel tones of the young.
‘Look, look, there’s one!’ one of them said, raising one of his stubby fingers to point in my direction.
‘He’s dirty, man, I don’t wanna know,’ the other said, waving a dismissive hand.
I smiled, not quite looking either of them in the eye, instead focusing intently on a fixed point behind them.
‘Good evening, gentlemen,’ I said, my voice soft. ‘What can I do for you?’ The eyes were telling me frantically to run, to stay away from these young men, that they would impede our progress. But I didn’t listen.
‘See, I knew he’d be game,’ the first of the men said. ‘Would you give my mate a blowy for a fiver?’ he asked, offering the £5 note to me as though it might tempt me.
‘For £5, lads, I’ll bite his whole cock off and swallow it!’ I replied, allowing a broad grin to sweep across my face. ‘Watch, watch. Look how excited I am!’
I pulled my trousers down just a fraction, low enough for my penis to make an appearance, flanked by the bushy growth of my pubic hairs. They looked at it in horror, and I made the most of their hesitation. I seized the opportunity to run at them, simultaneously forcibly engaging my lower abdominals, and felt the familiar sting as hot urine began to trickle from my dangling member. Before I had reached the two men, it had become a powerful stream, pungent and golden. I could see their eyes watering in fear as they scrambled away. I managed to mark both of them with my scent, and it scared them both enough that they ran until they were far out of sight. A small gathering had formed, all watching on as my limp penis continued to spill its aromatic contents across the cobbles.
The faintest hiss of a whisper came from my pocket and I knew that I had lingered here too long. The eyes urged me not to tarry as I sped away, hoping to eventually catch sight of our goal. The faces around me passed as nothing more than stunned blurs, and I knew with unwavering certainty that they would never forget this day. The cobbled street turned a corner, and I was faced with yet another stretch of quirky little shops, selling all conceivable varieties of knick-knacks, trinkets and bric-a-brac.
My feet pushed me ever onward, spurred on by the hissing of the eyes, who had somehow made their way back into my hand. They were like that, at times.
I heard them whisper that we had arrived, and I looked up to see our destination. The bright orange sign of the amusement arcade loomed overhead, and from within I could hear the electronic singing of the machines. I shuddered with revulsion, and felt the eyes chide me silently.
I stepped through the threshold, giving the young man on duty the most cursory of nods. He shook his head in bewilderment, and I realised that my penis was still peeking out from my waistband.
‘A thousand apologies,’ I offered sincerely. He nodded vigorously, and I could tell that this was his chosen means of apology. I forgave him.
I approached the change kiosk and rapped on the glass to gain the attention of the middle-aged man seated within. At length, he looked up from his newspaper.
‘Is this where I go to receive change?’ I asked.
He looked me up and down. ‘We don’t just give it out, you know.’
I smiled. ‘I think you’ll find that you do,’ I said simply, showing him the eyes in the palm of my hand.
He turned deathly pale, then did something very odd with his hands. ‘Are those… What.. How… Why?’ he mumbled.
‘SPEAK UP!’ I screamed at him. I was unable to suppress my glee, and issued a small, girlish giggle.
‘What do you want?’ he asked, cowering.
‘Money. All of it.’
He reached into the register and started producing the bank notes stored inside. ‘We don’t keep that much in here…’ he started to explain, but I quickly cut him off.
‘Not the paper. We want coins.’
He looked briefly puzzled, but his fear soon overcame him. He gave me handful after handful of coins of all descriptions, and I thanked him for his custom.
I strode across the amusement arcade to the Elvis Presley machine, inside which I could see an enticing assortment of small rubber animals. The eyes hummed with pleasure as I began jamming every coin imaginable into the slot, and they reached a crescendo as four of the little creatures fell into the slot at once. I bent down to the compartment beneath to claim my prize, and the eyes’ song quickly changed from ecstasy to warning. All too slow, I turned around, only to find my face being met with a solid club from a heavy object.
I fell to the floor, feeling the blood gushing from my nose and mouth, and blinked away the tears of pain to see a short, stout woman standing over me, dressed in the orange garb of an arcade worker.
‘Think you can steal from us, eh?’ she said, raising her baton high above her head. She brought it down sharply onto my skull, causing me to see stars and lose all sense of self for a brief moment.
The eyes sang a song of comfort as she continued to rain blows down upon me, and I clung desperately to life as I felt my strength disappearing.
The last thing I remember was my hands uncurling before my face, one still clutching the dried eyeballs, the other holding a small rubber elephant, splattered delicately with dark blood.