There was something different about him, the way he looked. His skin was porcelain white and he was dressed impeccably. Grey over coat, white shirt, grey pants, no tie though.
He moved quickly, with a purpose. He was dangerous, I could feel it. I kept my eyes on him even though I was meeting all my old classmates from school after a long time. They (my old classmates) were oblivious to anything and everything that was happening around them. Typical.
But he, he noticed everything. He was looking for a way out of the mall, and quick. He could feel the eyes of the police on him. A sniper-policeman. Is that what they're called? That’s what came to my mind when I saw the police aiming at him from the top of the escalator. Were they crazy?? Thousands of people around and that dumb policeman or sniper or whatever was aiming to get one guy?
The police shot, and missed. The man started running. He was almost at the exit and I was right in front of him when the policeman caught him from behind. The policeman wrapped his arms around the man to prevent him from escaping. He struggled to free himself. The policeman caught hold of the lapels of his coat and pulled it, as if he was trying to remove the coat.
And then, right in front of my eyes, the man's skin tore, as if he was made of cloth, right from the forehead down to his chest. He roared, with anger, and pain, and hatred. And then everything stopped. The last thing I saw was him, with his face frozen in rage, skin(?) split from the forehead down to his chest, and dried blood beneath it.
I couldn't bear it. I looked away, and opened my eyes.
Why the fuck do I get dreams like these?