King of Nightmares I

The image of a spear

A sharpened spear that was at my throat. That was the presence of the demon like man that sat before me. The leader of the CO. Jean castor. Even his name sends chills down the spine of all who hear it.

He didn't speak when he entered my hospital room.

He and I knew that he had the power to crush this entire building.

So I knew I couldn't speak out of turn.

One of his subordinates said « Sir? »

« Silence « 

He said in a quiet voice.

« Our guest here is in pain from hearing your voice « 

« But sir «  the man said in fear for his life

« I will not ask again « 

Shuddering in fear the man behind him said

«  yes sir « 

He was like an obedient dog. Not even questioning the words that came out of castors mouth. He spoke to me.

«  how are you not dead ? « 

He asked with his usual cold unapologetic tone .

I stated fearful for my entire being,

« i ..i don't know « 

His piercing glare went through me, reminding me of the spears that went through me that day. I frantically felt my stomach and chest with both hands to reassure that my being was still there.

« But it felt so real « 

I said in a soft tone.

«  So you should be dead then «  the menacing predator in front of me stated.

I began to shake with fear, this monster that is in front of me had begun to bear it's fangs.