His body creaked and groaned as if strained, but still managed to be dragged closer and closer. My panic held me frozen to the spot as if I had somehow grown roots. My heart beating faster and faster as the space between us was eaten up and his fingers began to claw at my pants.

I looked down into the eyes that poured hatred from the very center of his being. He roared with anger. It was a sound that can not be described. I am not even sure that it left his body. Instead it seemed to explode with in my head with a piecing ache.

He lay motionless as he screamed and seemed to be loosing strength. I took a tentative step backward only to watch his body lurch forward, smoldering hotter with his anger. He stood, seizing my wrist. I could feel his hand, smell the burning of my flesh, and feel the panic that caused my heart to race.  

Then darkness.