NeedleteethHe resembles a skeletal, emaciated corpse; his flesh is mottled anddecayed, showing the bones beneath in places. His arms are unnaturallylong, as are his fingers, tipped with outspread serrated razor edgedfingernails. His face has a muzzle, much like an animal's, with fiveinch blue crystalline needle-like teeth. His hair is white and hangspast his waist. He has no eyes, yet he sees. A cold blue light shines inhis empty eye sockets. He used to kill me nightly, pursuing me throughdark mazes, ripping my flesh to shreds when he finally caught me. Herefor your reading displeasure, is one such nightmare.I'm walking through the shadowy streets of a deserted city. Thesky is an eerie shade of luminescent green, the silence is shattered by jagged forks of lightning and blasts of thunder, blowing apart buildingsall around me. I walk past numerous corpses, shredded beyondrecognition, their faces distorted with silent screams. The ground issticky with drying blood.The sound of footsteps stops me. They come from an alley to myright. I turn, dread turning my blood to ice. Far off, in thedistance, I can see him, his arms dragging the ground. His hair whips inthe hot wind. He turns his head slowly, the bones creaking. He is faraway, but I can hear him as if he were but a few feet from me. Thelight of his eyes finds me. I am frozen in place, unable to move, mybreath coming in shallow gasps. He is moving in my direction now,racing with inhuman speed. I find my strength and flee down the street,frantically searching the desolation around me for someplace to hide, ameans of escape from the agony I know will come. I duck into a shadowydoorway and mount the stairs, two steps at a time. I reach the top andfind myself in a long hallway. I look back down the stairs, searchingthe darkness for movement. I see none, but I know he will find me. Ifeel my way down the corridor, stumbling over bloated bodies. Thestench is overpowering. Gagging, I edge into an entrance to a room andclose the door. I collapse against it and tearfully gasp for breath.Realizing that I am not yet out of danger, I open my eyes and amhorrified.The entire opposite wall of the room is gone, destroyed by somesort of explosion. The scorching wind sears my skin and I shield myface with a trembling hand. I know I cannot remain here but I dreadreentering the hall. I sink to the floor, still protecting my face."I'll just rest for a moment," I think, huddling against the door, "ThenI will find someplace safer."The wind ceases and a deathly calm descends. I look up, thankfulthat the gale has stopped. I rise to my feet and step gingerly to theedge of the broken floor, scanning the street below for any sign of him.The stillness is shattered by the sizzle of lightning and explosion of thunder. As the building across the street bursts into flame a hand grabs my
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