The Withering Psyche Of A Madman

III. Eyes Of Death

Gasping for breath; bloodied all over, pulling himself up, four-eyed Trevor runs.

It was the very first time he witnessed such obscure amount of grueling fornication of the human anatomy; something he hasn't ever seen before. It is against the law of the known physics and the other sciences that such occurence happened to exist in such tremendous perversion.
Across the twisted alleys of the abstractly proportioned city, crashing towards multitudes of busy people; commoners, workers, government employees alike; he pushed through them, cursing words of annoyance towards him. He runs and rushed wildly with flailing outstretched arms and tightly shut eyes--he doesn't want to open them---No sir, not anymore.
After what he had seen, he thought that everything has gone terribly mad. He tried all by himself to get as far as he can from that fateful place, away where he can freely open his eyes where he could not see such people weeping blood and vomiting gore, where green grass stays green and black asphalt stays black.
As he keeps on running aimlessly, fleeing like a cowardly dog, he began to lost his bearings. People around began distancing away from him, thinking that he's some kind of a mad person, mentally disturbed. He heard murmurs, hubbubs and scuffle all around the place;

Is he okay?
Are you mad?
Hey feller, watch out!
What's wrong with him?

The deafening blare of the sirens of the hurrying parade of patrol cars, wailing like the cries of an angry banshee, echoed through the midday, sun-heated atmosphere, that ricochet against the facades of the concrete architectures and the neat crystal clear glass panes of the bar-graph skyscrapers, headed towards the opposite district where Trevor came from.

Still Trevor ran. Running like a wingless bat striding on sunlight, mistaking day for night. Nearly he stumbled against his soring feet. He looks terrible, like a mugged man; sullen, panicked and weary.
He doesn't know where he is and everything he sees are the dark unexposed side of his wrinkled eyelids that blankets his rapidly moving eyes.
He seemed like an ignorant kid, blindfolded in search for his playmates in a game of hide and seek, but he's not in the park or some peaceful playground; he's in the middle of the congested road. Car horns blaring angrily as he blindly crossed the road, people stop their car just to yell at him; but Trevor paid no attention---he must get somewhere safe, where no one he can see. He wouldn't like to see people just by a little glance of him or as his sight set at someone, will die a horrible death. He had seen it a little while ago, people he looked became twisted, contorted, distorted and mangled beyond recognition.

He's near it. Just a bit of effort, and he'll cross the traffic into the opposite side of the road. An engine roared, tires screeched and a prolonged scream of the horn directed towards him in an abrupt pace. His scrambling mind suddenly awakens and his whole senses stood in alarm as sure danger came rushing in close proximity.
The car caught him off with a spine-shattering element of surprise that twitched the muscles of his face which opened his eyes.
Through the lenses of his glasses, he witnessed yet another episode of a hellish exaggeration; a tremendous act of sadistic reality it all seems, such as the car's driver bulging and bursting out his eyes with his gaping mouth puking out intestines acting like a sausage dispenser, together with his insides gushing out from it forcefully like grounded beef coming out from the grinder; luckily his passenger did not suffer for too much, as his head just got exploded with an unseen force like a firework fitted into a watermelon. It all messed up the interior of the car, obscuring the windshield with splatters of gore.
The car neatly got him, but Trevor quickly closed his eyes and took a dive away from the car's killing path, which took off his glasses. He quickly recovered and crawled along, patting on the ground in search for it until he came into a thought; It must be the glasses. It might be the glasses that caused this terrible spell! Now that it's fell off, I should open my eyes to see for myself if it's it!