THE GOD OF NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER 1

The lights blared, as the sounds of human groans, moans, and sounds reverbrated throughout the area. The scent of drinks being served, the stomping of human feet as they danced to the beat, it was all quite exciting really.

Especially for Brick Tanner, your stereotypical 17-year old high school football player. He was tall, at least 6'4, with sandy hair, tanned skin, and a broad, well-built body. He was dressed in blue jeans, a black muscle shirt, with his school's football jersey over it.

With him were his friends, though they were more "crony" than legitimate friends to Brick. All of them were tall, good-looking, 17-year old, high school football players looking to have some fun.

They didn't even need to show an ID to the 5'11 Bouncer, who immediately let them pass, either out of fear, or because they were just so damn tall it really looked like they were 18.

"Great party, huh boys?" said Brick, eyeing some of the scantily-clad waitresses in the area.

"Yeah Brick! This party rocks!" said one of his friends, Thatch, a tall, thin ginger who was always following Brick around like a lost puppy.

"Let's have some fun boys, the night is still young."

So they did, joining the crowd as they danced to the beat of several well-known pop songs and dubstep.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the nightclub, sitting on a barstool with a drink in his hand, was a kid who could only be described as "goth". He wore black rubber shoes, black skinny jeans, a black "Black Saturday" shirt, complete with a black hoodie over it. His hair was black as midnight, his skin pale as moonlight, and his eyes were sunken, as if he didn't want to be here, but dealt with it in order to get away from... something.

As he eyed the crowd of dancers, he saw a disturbance somewhere in the center. A tall, blonde man in a football jersey had apparently groped a woman who looked to be in her mid-20s with a very impressive set of.... eyes. She also happened to be with her boyfriend.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, pal?!" said the woman's boyfriend, a rather scrawny man, about 5'7 at the least.

"Getting my self some ass, kid." replied the arrogant londe football player.

"Well, that "ass" you're getting, happens to be my GIRLFRIEND."

"Yeah? Well what are you gonna do about it smallfry?" As soon as the football player said those words, he snapped his fingers, and about 7 other well-built men in football jerseys arrived.

The kid sighed, this was gonna get ugly. The boyfriend clearly had never been in a fight, probably only in Mortal Kombat or something. But it didn't look like he was gonna give up that easily.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, boy!" said the boyfriend, defiantly raising his fist.

The blonde man and his cronies laughed, and no sooner had the fight started, it ended with the boyfriend on the floor being kicked by the gleeful football players.

The kid hated people like this, who thought just because they were big and strong, they could just use the power of fear to scare others.

"Hn, amateurs." said the kid, as he slowly made his way to the middle of the crowd.

"Hey assholes!" the kid shouted out. "Think you can just waltz into this nightclub and kick some random guy's ass for the hell of it?!"

At first, the football players froze, but as soon as they caught sight of the kid addressing them, they immediately started laughing.

Brick was frightened at first. Hearing that deep, loud voice, it made him remember how his father would scream and beat him up back when he used to be a kid. That didn't happen anymore though, seeing as he'd grown to be 4 inches taller than his father.