"Doctor, please, what is it I have?" worried Amy, as the doctor examined her eye.
"I have never seen the like Amy," he replied, "If I had my supersitions, and I do not, I'd say you've been plagued by some kind of apocalyptal symbol in your pupil. A harbinger of doom." Amy caught her breath, and began to sob, but the doctor smiled, "However, I am not, and it's simply just a silly trick contact lens someone must have stuck in there while you were sleeping."
Relieved, but still slightly angry, Amy left the office, already plotting revenge on that evil little brother of hers. She didn't get far, as a queer light struck her right on the symbol while she walked down the street. One blink in that light, and the symbol began to form, spinning in increasingly quick rotations until it blurred completely.
With a sharp cracking sound, and minor spray of blood, something emerged, and humanity was doomed. |
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