what a dream

odd twisted lines define his face, grotesque in every way, this thing that sits before me
is not human, what interstellar prison did he escape from? he stares at me blankly
no feeling in those deep dark holes that can only be his eyes. he is twice my size
ten times my strength, and with no heart, no feeling, no conscience, and a simple
will, he is infinitely more dangerous to me than i could ever be to him... i am armed
with a simple blade and projectile weapon, perhaps i can put hope in those to rescue me.
a foolish hope, but i have heard of lesser men overcoming more with even lesser hopes


he starts to move, not towards me but just to the side, towards the door,
still staring, never blinking those holes in his head... why does he retreat?
and to where? i sense no fear in him, only flat nothing. he cannot be second
guessing himself, there is no reason... that i know of...
the holes squint, very narrow slits now, no longer lifeless, almost glowing yet still dark
they pierce me, burn holes through me, as if i wasn't there...


an explosion of motion, he moves towards me with a speed that is hard for my eyes
to track, i drop to my knee and draw my weapon, but as i take aim he sails over me.
rolling to my back i somersault over to see him tackling a huge muscular creature just a
few feet past me, he tears it apart a limb at a time, showering me in a brown putrid
fluid that can only be some type of blood...


he is looking at me again, those staring holes... heaving with each breath, he is covered
with the creatures blood, dripping off him as if he had been swimming in it, the walls are
splattered, smeared and smudged with it... the gore is visually stunning, gut wrenching


the hand that holds my weapon is shaking uncontrollably as he starts towards me...
convinced this will be the last few seconds that i live, i bring the weapon up and aim at his face
those dark holes always staring, perhaps i can give him a third one in between them,
before the brown gore that runs down the walls and across the floor gets mixed with the red within me


he stops, cocks his head to the side, like a dog hearing an inaudible ringing...
his face contorts into what can only be a smile, i've lived a long life without seeing a demon's grin
i guess there is a first time for all things
is he amused at my stubbornness? why the hesitation? is this a game to him? pictures of a cat playing with a mouse before before pouncing on it dance in my head...
whats that noise?
sounds like
scratching....
ripping.........
tearing......
................




awww, stupid dog, what is she getting into now?
man, what a dream...
i should write this down....