Nightmare Stare [Chapter Thirteen]

I attempted to build the rest of Audrey's neck and begin her torso, but my head was filled with thoughts, filled with questions I needed to know the answers to.
Audrey could tell, she asked me why my hands were shaking and why my eyes had a faded, lost look in them.
She suggested I take a rest and perhaps read a book, or watch a little TV.
I took her advice.
Sitting in front of a TV set, my eyes start to hurt. They start burning on the insides, the section nearest to my nose. I blink often, watching the TV set. Every channel has the same thing; Corpses pretending to be alive. The whole make believe world makes me sick. It reminds me of that forest connecting to my house. The smell of old dead skin rising from the rabbit ear antenna above my TV. I turn it off and walk out to the kitchen, I can't remember when the last time I ate was.
I open the fridge and peer inside, only rotten fruit, moldy meat and a box of baking soda. I close the door quickly and leave the house, I have to find that guy and have my questions answered.
I don;t even remember walking across the bridge, I just remember finally getting to the bus stop. I remember looking around, asking different people if they'd seen an old black man with orange teeth, they all look at me like I'm from another planet.
I ask a few more people, then this one guy tells me he's seen him.

Where is he?

"I dunno, he usually hangs out down the road at the old abandoned theater." He says.

Thanks, I'll go check it out.

"Nah, that's a bad neighborhood." He says. "I'll go with you!"

I think I'll be fine.

"Okay, man!" He says and I walk away, towards the abandoned theater. Once I'm there I figure out that the guy giving me the directions has been following me, probably to rob me, I'm not afraid though. I walk around the outside of the theater looking for the entrance.
The outside walls are peeling paint the way a snake removes its skin. It makes the theater look, alive. It sends a shiver down my spine, it makes me think of those trees. I keep circling the building and can't find an entrance, that's when I figure out that this was all just a set-up, and it pisses me off.
The guy and a few [that means three] of his friends approach me.
"I told you you needed my help." The guy says, a friend starts giggling. "Now, do you still want my help?"

No.

"Don't play me like that." He says, two of his friends walk behind me. "I can help you out, Mister."

I said, I don't need your help.

"Alright, then." He says. "My friend, here, he wants your wallet. I told him you were a nice guy and that you didn't deserve it, but I take it back." They all start to giggle a little. I have an indifferent expression on my face. This is all just a waste of time. "So give him your wallet, old man."

No, I've more important matters to attend to.

"I didn't ask," He pulls a pistol out of his dirty brown stained jacket. "and I'm not going to ask."

Fuck off.

I start to walk in his direction, the only way I know that is anywhere near the main road. He points the gun at me.
"You wanna die ols man!?" He shouts, it hurts my ears. He points the gun at me. That wasn't his first mistake. His first mistake was wasting my time, his second was threatening me, and his third mistake...was me.
I wrap my fingers around the barrel of the tiny pistol, grasping it firmly. Then I decide to do some real damage. I remember an old question I used to ask myself: Where do my molecules end and the air molecules around me begin? Do they end at my pours? Or is there just a flat line, like a wall keeping them out? I remember I didn't sleep much when I'd think about these kinds of things. So now, holding this cheap little pistol, I decide to find out where my hand molecules end and the pistol's begin.
The only way I can really describe it is, I grew tentacles. They reached out, from me and reached into the pistol. We're talking at a microscopic level, we're talking a super electron microscope could hardly see this. I remember reaching into it and breaking it, from the inside. Breaking down the matter that made it up. On the surface it looked like the pistol turned to ask in my hand, that absorbed the color. My fingers still stink of iron and gun powder.
Needless to say, that made them a little upset. So the guy tries to grab a knife from his jacket, but I'm irritated and decide to just kill him and his friends and find that guy. I really shouldn't have left Audrey alone, God knows...I know how long before that barrier between my world and the trees breaks and an all out war begins, I'm just trying to finish things before it does, and I really don't have the time to be wasting on these low lives.
So he reaches for his knife and I put my palm on his forehead, my fingers holding the top. Then, this is the hard part to describe. Imagine, if you can, having an extra limb, a trigger, inside of you. Pulling that trigger is no different than wiggling your toes or blinking your eyes, its just another limb. So I pull the trigger and the back of his head flies apart from the rest of it, splattering all over the first giggling friend. The two behind me freak out and try grabbing me and 'shanking' me, that's the word they use. One pushes me against the theater outer wall, I think to prevent me from running away. I dig into the wall, on a microscopic level, my hand adopting the same texture and toughness of it. I send my fist into one of their faces, when I pull it away, only bloody stump that used to be a neck remains.
When I turn around to finish off the last guy, I see he's holding a machete. I'm thinking to myself, has this now become some crappy 80's B-film? But before I can formulate a plan he slices down and tears right through my left eyes, down my cheek, and ripping out of my jaw. I felt him slice my cheek bone into a few pieces as well. I feel the blood trickle down the side of my face, I feel collect under my chin and drip onto my shirt and the ground. The wound is burning now, and the blood feels cold. My thoughts become scattered, and it feels like my head might implode. I start to lose my balance, and I feel like I'm going to purge my insides all over the ground I'm bleeding on. My eyes are blurry, correction, my right eye. I won't ever be able to see out of my left one again, I know this.
I put my hand on my wound and scream, I scream until there's no more pain. That's the last thing I remember before the darkness.

-Sir Jestro