My Monsters are Real

Devil's Touch

"Stop! Please! I won't tell anyone!"
Anger. Hatred. Fear.
These are the emotions I like to instill in my prey. Today, that person was Andrew Glomberg. 
He was always a small child, only reaching about 4'5" with brown hair and innocent auburn eyes, his face being full of childish features despite him being 17. He wore faded rags for clothes, showing his family's lower economic standing. 
I bombarded him with punches, bruises appearing in every place that was hit. 
This is what he deserves for being poor, and that was required to be forced into his mind, the fact that I was better than him in every way and that is how it will be till the end of time.
At some point, Andrew fell unconscious due to the pain. My prey wasn't squirming in my grasp anymore, it became useless to continue his beating if I didn't get to see his reaction, so I stopped.
I stood up straight, fixing my dirty-blonde hair, straightening my jacket, and grabbing my cane. It was black painted wood with a shining silver handle, a steel tip at the end. The length of the cane was reaching to about my waist. A cane was a common fashion for males these days, no matter their economic standing.
I turned and stepped out of the alley between a barbershop and a general needs shop. Steam billowed out of cars that rolled by, paying no attention to what happens to anyone but themselves. I looked up to the sky, seeing a completely dark sky staring back at me. The city was only lit by lights on the street and in shops that never closed.
I looked left and right before walking right, heading to a cab, and telling the driver to take me to my house located within the inner city. My family lives in the close part of the inner city; close to the Mayor's house. The Mayor's house happened to be located in the very center of the city, due to it being the center, it was the most extravagant building. 
Oh, how I would kill to live in that house...
I never paid attention to the city as it flew past, deciding to instead stare blankly at the smog-covered sky.
I stared as the sky flew by, the voice of the cab driver eventually interrupted my thoughts. "We're here, sir. That'll be 5 bronze," he said with obvious fakeness oozing out with every word.
I threw 5 bronze at his face and got out. I stepped through the self-opening iron gate and into the courtyard. My house was gleaming in the morning sun, a beautiful 4-story mansion with a giant courtyard, but still couldn't compare to the mayor's house.
I smiled as I walked through the door, a servant standing near the door waiting for orders.
"Go cook me something to eat and prepare me a bath," I ordered with hatred dripping from my voice.
Anyone with less than I have is not worth talking to, and a mere slave cannot compare to me in any way.
The servant bowed and walked away, having not uttered a single word throughout the brief interaction.
I walked to the left and sat down on my couch, sighing in exhaustion.
The couch has a dark wood frame and red cushions, an oil portrait of my father stood above it, mounted on the wall as if he was looking down on everyone who entered the house, sometimes it felt as if he was.
I  decided against looking in it's direction and instead chose to look straight ahead at a duplicate couch straight in front of me, I stayed like that until the servant bowed in front of me.
At that movement, I stood, walking towards the dining room and sitting at the long table at a lone chair.
I quickly ate the food they gave me before heading to my room and passing out as soon as my head landed upon my comfy bed.

*****

Darkness swirled around me, my vision fixed on the beasts that roamed an endless expanse before me. Hundreds of meters tall, grotesque bodies that bent in all the wrong directions, some had meat hanging in all the wrong places. They hulked around slowly, terrified of each other. Some had wings, but they looked beaten up, broken and ripped, not a shred of strength in them.
The closest one to me, a squid-like being that flew through the air like it was swimming, noticed and started swimming towards me. I watched in horror as it reached an impossibly long tentacle towards me, grasping my left wrist tightly and pulling me towards it. A voice echoing in my brain, making me shiver to my very core.
"Just thinking about all the ways that I can kill and eat you right here and now makes my stomach growl~" The voice spoke with a dark tone, pulling me closer with every word. I could almost feel the creatures' beak-like mouth grazing against the flesh of my arm when suddenly everything went black, an angry roar echoing in my mind...
I slammed awake, falling off my bed onto my back and propping myself up on my hands, hyperventilating. I brought my right hand to my vision, making sure it was still normal and touching my face. I explored my room with my eyes to make sure none of the darkness in my dream had somehow leaked out.
My bed was still there, my closest door still agape, showing the clothes inside it. My bathroom door closed, as I had left it. My desk still in my corner, the light left on. I stood up and lurched towards the desk, grabbing the alarm clock that sat in the corner of the desk.
1:26. The middle of the god damn night.
I threw the clock to the ground, smashing it to bits as I stumbled to my bathroom. I threw the door open and immediately turned to the large mirror mounted on the wall. I stared at my eyes, my mouth, my cheeks, everything, making sure I was okay and not physically affected by the terrifying experience. My skin, its normal rich cocoa tan.  My hair was still dirty-blonde, my eyes still a dark grayish-blue, lighter on the outside. The only change in them would be the red veins popping out, giving my eyes a bloodshot look to them. Lack of sleep can explain that.
Sighing contently, I look down at my left wrist, freezing at the sight. There was a deep indent in it, a few inches deep, right where the squid touched me. It wasn't a normal mark that would be there when you sleep on something and it would leave an imprint, it was the deepest shade of blue I've ever seen, giving it an unholy and grotesque look to it.
My arm shook, anxiety spreading through my very being for the first time. Sweat rushing down my body and soaking my floor. I raced out of my bathroom, quickly stripping out of my shirt and tearing my closest apart, searching for something decent to wear to cover it up.
20 minutes later, I found a black jacket made with high quality silk. Putting it on, I was relieved to see that it covered the mark, enough to make myself look fashionable and not in any way unholy. I sighed in relief as I found a matching pair of trousers and hat.
Stepping into my room, my servant was looking up at me with a closed mouth in a frown. Apparently, during my search I had destroyed my entire living quarters.
"Don't ask questions. Just clean the damn mess up." I ordered, walking out of the room and leaning against the wall, looking at the mark again, shivering at the grotesque look.
Deciding to deal with it later, I put my palms to my eyes, breathing heavily before walking down the hall at a brisk speed.
My estate was rather large, a few miles from end to end. In a big city like Cetin, the capital of the entire continent this might be a rather small house. But in the small town I live in, this is considered the peak of living. After a few minutes, I reached the front door, pushing it open and grabbing my cane.
Noticing how dark it still was, I looked around the courtyard, sighing slightly. It was still, almost lifeless. Despite strong winds ruffling my clothes, the plants remained still, as if the wind was a figment of my imagination.
Walking through the courtyard, it felt haunted. The light that shone through the windows of my estate gave the courtyard an eerie feeling. The plants seemed to reach for me as I walked past, some of them appeared to glow and whisper to me. As I felt one of the plants touch my leg, causing me to walk faster, my heartbeat twice my walking speed. After a few seemingly endless minutes, I reached the self-opening iron gate. I walked through it cautiously. I looked back at the plants. When I turned back they were all still, as if the previous events hadn't occurred whatsoever. I turned away from the plants, sighing in relief.
I started walking down the street, unsure of where I was going, but only knowing one thing. I had to get away from something. I'm not sure what, but it felt like everything but nothing was staring at me. There seemed to be a loud ringing in my ears, making everything else sound mute. Even the constant rumble of cars passing me seemed like a mouse's squeak. My breathing and heart rate were all over the place. I'm not sure if it was the odd dream that made me like this or if it was the mark on my arm where the abomination touched me.
Just the thought of going back to that abyssal hell makes me shiver.
I found myself in a bar without knowing how I got there. A whiskey glass of brownish-orange fluid in my hand. According to the label on the bottle it came from, it was called devil's touch. Fitting really.
"You look like you've seen the Devil himself!"

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