Behind my closed eyes, dots of light dance before me. In delirious desperation I lift the lids from my eyes. Unsure if I am trying to make my self wake up, or if I am just slipping into a dizzied dream. When my mind clears it's haze I see whats before me, and suddenly I miss the moments past when I could not see anything at all. There he is. Here I am, cold concrete beneath me, darkness all around, and him.

Nails curled, pupils whirled, hair furled. Looking into his eyes, like blood and black rushing down the drain. His fingers twitch with a struggle to contain what ever twisted act lies barely dormant in side them. If the devil was a mind reader he would cower beneath this man. His presence pulsates the space between us, giving off waves of crippling fear, I can not move.

I know full well I have his attention. Underneath his top hat, underneath the frazzled orange curls, lies his blackened brain, lies me, thoughts of me. I can see his mind is flipping through what to do. Curled smiles change to strained lips clamped between tangled teeth, it's a mystery to me as to what kind of thoughts have triggered these expressions.

Demons and ghouls are instantly reduced to a childish nothing compared to this man. Hell is his stare, purgatory, the slimming space between where I sit, and where he inches towards me.