My Third-Eye (Part One)

Please be brutally honest. I love constructive criticism.

Currently not sure what to call this. Originally called Paris By Night, but that is already an existing novel. Any recommendations on title?

We exited the Ecole Militaire platform to be graced with the looming Eiffle Tower, like a

third-eye hovering over the city, patrolling and protecting. Bollocks Is what I say to that.

The moon was high above Paris and this was how I knew it was time for us to enter the

streets. Avenue Gusta Eiffel was empty in the early morning hours. Just myself and my

five brothers, alone with good old Third-Eye. The reason I moved to Paris was thanks

to the detailed architecture and rich culture. By day I would sit atop the red-bricked

building tops and simply marvel at the painting of a utopia. The Sun brought out the

best in Paris. Every drop of water shawn like diamond. Every person, every painting,

every mutt (there are a lot here) are dramatically more alluring. So, I sit and marvel.

As the sun sets dystopia falls over Paris. The flaws and blemishes of the corroded city

are exposed and Third-Eye is awaken. Dressed in only the best attire for this evening’s

festivities. My brothers and I wore our infamous black leather jackets. So, people that

did know us would know to leave and people that didn’t would learn quickly. Pair this

with couture oxfords and premium Paris denim we had become famous for our

fashionable apparel among other things.

“Where to tonight, Alexander?”

Questioned Hugo exuberantly, barely able to contain his excitement. Hugo was the

youngest and latest addition to our group. He wasn’t brought in for his brain capacity to

say the least. Hugo was 200 pounds of pure muscle that no one really wants to deal

with. Just another punk trying to be a part of something.

“I think our usual.”

I responded glacially.

We made our way through the desolate city to a bright pink neon sign that

practically called our name. We entered the small bar and silence fell over the

crowd inside like they had just seen a murder. I loved this effect we had managed to

create over people.

“Welcome boys!”

The owner greeted us apprehensively as we entered the bar. The air was thick with the

stench of alcohol, cigarettes and illegal substance, tonight was going to be stupendous.

I made friendly with some women at the bar. They draped with mink covering their

anatomy. I kept the champagne coming for my lady friends.

“Venez à ma maison” I whispered In the blonde ones ear so subtly.

“Je ne peux pas, my husband he is at home waiting for me. I must leave now.”

She nervously responded in attempts to leave the bar.

I tightly grabbed her wrist as she went to turn, still cohesive with the surrounding environment.

“You humor me, Madame, it was not a question.”

Fear crept over her face when she realized what events were in store to her anatomy. I grinned.

“Tonight is going to be stupendous, don’t you think, Madame?”