Eyes of the Beholder

I couldn't tell what I was more afraid of, his piercing hazel eyes that seemed to look beyond my soul or his voice that could tear down a New York City skyscraper. My heart had seemed to stop beating as I searched his eyes for some type of emotion to use to my advantage. Sadly there wasn't any distinct emotion my human eyes could see passing through his non-human eyes. He pushed closer towards me, I felt my chest compressing registering that I had stopped breathing. I slowly began fueling my body with much needed oxygen.