Here is the audiobook for this story:"

https://youtu.be/-eH9qvFy0hs

Charles sucked down a puff of smoke and unzipped his pants. He said, "hope you like the taste of piss, because here you go you fucker." He relieved himself on the side of the road and took another sip of his whiskey. He marched onward, toward the plane wreckage, closer to the eye, and felt he was in a drunken daydream. With a bottle of jack in hand and a pack of smokes in his pocket, Charles wasn't about to let an interdimensional god ruin his buzz.

He gave the eye the middle finger and walked toward the plane wreckage.

Lauren felt the bone in her forearm shift, and the pain which resulted from that movement seared through the entirety of her right arm. She winced as she tried to at least fashion it with a stick and string found in the wreckage. She figured an impromptu stint would make her broken forearm manageable. There wasn't much time left and she knew it.

She stood up and noticed the long stretch of highway about two-hundred feet away. Though she didn't know the area, she knew that the plane was facing Vegas, as that is where it was heading. Because of that, she guessed Vegas was to her right and Paradise was to her left. Once she stood up, she began to veer left, and walk away from Vegas toward where she thought her dad would be.

Once she arrived at the interstate, she looked down at it and saw a small figure far, far, off in the distance. She hoped it was her father. As she began to walk, she turned around and faced the eye once more. From what she could tell, there weren't any more tendrils to spit out, and the eye, once burgundy and orange, had now started to fade to ebony.

The iris and the whites around it had become dark. Flecks within it which were red, orange, and bright had become slivers of gray. She wondered if the eye was dying, and thought about how when volcanoes erupt, the lava becomes black once it cools, and she figured this is what was happening to the eye.

As she began to walk down the interstate, the road beneath her began to split, and no sooner, the sound of an explosion erupted from behind her. She turned around hastily and noticed one of the tendrils retreating into the eye, and in its wake was a cloud of brown earth. Another tendril retracted from the planet and into the eye. Lauren stood still for a moment, watching, as tendrils ripped the earth apart as they retreated into the pupil.

The interstate split in half toward the horizon, and vast chunks of earth were flung into the sky. She knew that these chunks were going to fall as quickly as they rose. As fast as she could, she dodged any shadow that formed at her feet, and glanced over her shoulder to make sure she was not crushed.

As more tendrils removed themselves from the planet and coiled into the eye, chunks of earth, as large as a football field or small as a car became airborne. Lauren ran faster, but she felt it was in vain, because the pieces of earth went where they wanted to fall. She sprinted, and no sooner found that the person far off in the distance was running toward her, though wobbling to and fro in a drunken sprint.

As the distance between them closed, Lauren sighed in relief once she realized it was her dad, and tried to not laugh when she noticed the liquor in his hand. They embraced each other and hugged. Charles held his daughter, and Lauren took care not to hurt her arm any more than she needed to.

Charles said, "where's David?"

Lauren pointed at the plane wreckage and said, "he's back there. Not good. Not good at all."

Charles bit his lip, and his heart sank. He said, "I'm sorry that happened to you, but at least that thing is taking its, uh, whatever those things are back now. That's a good thing, right?"

Lauren turned and faced the eye. Most of the tendrils had receded into the pupil as the debris left in their wake fell from the sky. The remaining tendrils beyond the horizon snapped back into the eye. A few minutes passed, and the surface of the planet resembled something close to a piece of wood shot by buck shot. Holes, as wide and long as a building were everywhere, and they left the iron core exposed.

As the eye stared at them, they stared at it. It had become black, and within the pupil, small fingers stretched out of it. Charles had seen this before. The small creature, with four eyes, but without a face.

Long black chitinous fingers reached around the edge of the blacked iris and groped at its edge. Eyes, four of them and black, and the flat head it was attached to emerged from the pupil. Its body was long and flat, similar to a centipede, and on each side of its body were long spider like legs. It swam through the air and out of the pupil.

The eye it came from didn't move, or even show any signs of life, as the small creature departed from it. As it spiraled into the void of space, its body did not seem to have an end.

Suddenly, it focused onto a point in space and bit at it. No sooner its head passed through a cut, much like a tick burrowing into flesh. The creature passed into a realm no one could see. Its body slithered into the gash of space for a few minutes.

Charles surmised that this creature had to of been at least a mile in length. Considering how large it was from such a vast distance away, and how long it took for it to pass from the pupil of the eye into pocket of space it made for itself.

At last, the tail of the creature entered the slit in space, and then, all at once, it seemed as though the creature never existed. Charles felt that that animal, that thing which was in the eye was Naz'ri-Dyn. Not the eye itself, but that creature. And those tendrils came from it, and for whatever reason, it needed the eye, but now, it did not need it.

Charles wondered what kind of parasite could infect an eye of such magnitude, and what animal would be so large in scale that it would be in possession of such an eye, and its eye alone would encompass half the planet. His stomach quaked as he thought about it. He wondered if what appeared to be a God to him and others of this planet was no more than an interdimensional parasite that infects its host, steals it eye, and then feeds on the core of planets.

He wondered, if that is why it studied earth before it impaled it with its tendrils. Charles thought, it's not an interdimensional space god. It's a pissed off snake lizard with four eyes. It's a parasite, like the kind of people who run for public office.