Before Sullivan could even take another breath, the man lunged at him shoving him to the door, slamming it shut.
Quickly the man reached down with one hand whilst holding sullivan down with the other and locked the door.
The unblinking man looked up into Sullivans eyes with a hint of mischief.
His crystal blue pools for eyes shimmered in the light the window produced.
"Who are and what the hell do you want?" Sullivan hissed in what he tried to sound like anger but some fear managed to slip into his words.
"You couldnt sleep.. I'm helping you out, you should be thanking me" the man said in a surprisingly smooth voice. His tongue flicked out to lick Sullivans cheek making his face feel a little bit hot.
"How did you know that?" Sullivan snapped in panic.
The man laughed slowly before answering "I know many things"
"Creep!" Sullivan snarled, struggling under his grip. The man grabbed his hands and held them above his head, lacing his fingers with his. The knife he was carrying was now only being held by the palms of their hands.
Sullivan took this opportunity to twist his fingers out of his grasps and quickly grab the knife in his own hand. In a quick flash he swung the knife at the mans neck. Just in time he dodged, gripping his hand tightly in his, almost to the breaking point. Sullivan let out a scream as he began hearing cracking noises. A sickening pain spreading across his hand as it was crushed under the man's grasp.
The man just laughed as his face contorted in pain.
Even though the pain was brutal, Sullivan still managed to fight through it, bringing his knee up to the mans southern regions with force. The man gasped in pain and pulled back, letting go of his hand.
Sullivan reached for the door knob forgetting it was locked. He could now hear footsteps thundering up the stairs as his dad called his name, panic flooding over his words.
Beginning to get desperate, he rattled the door knob violently before finally giving in and turning the lock.
His dad had already made it to the door because he flew ontop of his son, he looked up just in time to see the last strands of the mans hair disappear out the window.
Sullivan could now feel the pain worse than ever. He whimpered, clutching his hand only to quickly pull back in pain.
"Are you okay? What the hell happened?" His dad asked. quickly getting off of him.
Sullivan pulled himself upright, gripping at his wrist to try and stop the pain. Tears gripped at his tear ducts and his throat felt sore as if he was about to burst into a fit of tears at any moment, but he wouldnt let any fall as he tried to calm himself with deep breaths.
"T-there was a man.. he-he attacked me a-and.." Sullivan tried to say but was interrupted by his dad's soothing hushes.
"Shh.. it's going to be okay, let's get you to the hospital" his dad put a hand to his shoulder to try and calm him but nothing seemed to be able to stop the pain pulsing through his hand.
