When Nightmares Come To Life

I froze, staring at the terrifying man in front of me. I should have forced my feet to move, but my eyes were desperate to register as many details as possible, as if I needed proof that he existed. His black hair was slickly combed up, unlike the slightly ruffled waves I recalled in the glimpses of my memory. His complexion seemed to have a lighter shade, but the eyes were exactly like the image engraved in my mind. The emotional void filling the dark irises scared the hell out of me.

The black-haired man smoothed the lapels of his jacket and corrected his black tie. Then he glanced at Dominique, who looked like he had stopped breathing. Fear tightened his jaw, and his fisted hands began to tremble.

"Why are you doing this? You don't need my help," Dominique strained through his teeth.

The black-haired man huffed a chuckle. "It's more fun this way. Besides, you wanted revenge. This is your chance."

Dominique shook his head. "Not this way. I'm not like you."

The black-haired man moved