Tesla opened his eyes and shot out of bed, taking deep breaths. Another stupid nightmare. About Alisa dying. Alisa dying a long and painful death.
He growled and got out of bed, his bare feet crackling with static a little as they hit the floor. He grabbed a shirt hanging on the bed post and shoved it on, ignoring the fact that it was inside out, and went out of the room.
No one was up. Typical. No one was ever awake when he wanted to be. Sighing, he quietly made his way to the kitchen and made a quick cup of coffee. Making sure he wasn't waking anyone, he walked into the living room and plopped down in a chair. Taking a strong gulp of the crappy, instant coffee, he looked to the ceiling and closed his eyes.
He needed to get a grip. Recently, a lot of his nightmares had been focused on Alisa. Far too many of them. He didn't want to admit it, but he really wanted her to hold his hand while he slept, like she asked to do. Maybe then, he could actually get a good night's sleep.
He reluctantly took another sip of his mug, grimacing at the cheap, disgusting taste.
"Isn't that crap terrible?" a calm, dark voice asked. Tesla jumped, spilling the coffee all over himself.
"Shit!" he snarled, glaring at the stranger. "Look what you did asshole!"
The man who was sitting in the other chair was tall and thin, wearing a dark grey business suit with a bright blue tie. He was wearing gloves with an italicized B embroidered into his left one. His face was long with a sharp nose, and a neatly combed yet slightly casual head of dark brown hair that covered his ears. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses with large, blue lenses.
"I'm sorry," the stranger said, smiling like he was amused. "I thought you noticed me
I've been here for the past five minutes."
Tesla murmured something profane and stood up, his fist starting to sparkle with electricity. "Who the hell are you?"
The man's smile didn't disappear at the sight of Tesla charging up. He simply titled his head slightly. "No one important. Just
a visitor who wanted to talk with you."
Tesla unclenched his fists, but his eyes were still filled with anger. "Not right now. Make an appointment and get back to me." He then tried to walk away.
"That was a doozey you had about.. what's her name? Alex
Tesla froze. "Alisa
" he rumbled, turning around to the "visitor". "And what do you mean a 'doozey'?"
The man shrugged. "I mean, a dream where someone you care about is devoured by the restless souls of everyone you've ever killed is, as we in the business call it, a class-A nightmare."
Tesla sat back down in the chair, leaning forward. His anger had dimmed slightly, replaced with curiosity. "How do you know about my dream?"
"Simple. I gave it to you."
The man pulled a card out of his chest pocket and handed it to Tesla. It was, like his suit, dark grey, with The Nightmare Factory etched on it in dark green.
"I am the founder, financier, and owner of the largest Nightmare Factory in
oh, I don't know
twelve dimensions. You can call me Boss. We pride ourselves by creating some of the most realistic and horrible nightmares, fever-dreams, and various other forms of nighttime terror in all of creation." His smile turned slightly sadistic. "And, may I say, you are one of my favorite clients."
Tesla, who couldn't believe what he was hearing, crumpled the card up and let it drop to the floor. "You honestly expect me to believe this bullshit?" he scowled. "Just what nuthouse have you escaped from?"
"Don't worry Mr. Ronin, I am telling the truth. Besides, I don't really care if you believe me or not. I just wanted to meet you."
Tesla leaned in closer, staring into the mirror-like blue lenses. There was something wrong with this guy. He honestly looked like the guy at the desk job who no one talks to, and just seemed
odd. And yet
there was something in his smile, the slight sarcasm and sadism in his voice
something which was covered but not hidden. Tesla had run into a lot of things, and his experience allowed him to reach a decision.
The man, sitting right across from him, was evil. Pure, clean, one hundred percent evil.
say you are telling the truth
you have some guy make nightmares and then beam them into my head?"
not exactly. We study you while you are awake, and base the nightmare around events you fear. I admit it's rather creepy and stalkerish
but my company has a reputation to uphold." He cracked his knuckles. "Normally I let my employees do the hard work, but, occasionally, reality likes to throw some special people at me
people I create Nightmares for personally."
Tesla narrowed his eyes. "And I'm one of them?"
Words could not express how creepy Boss' smile became. "Exactly."
how long have you been doing this to me?"
"Oh, quite a while. I just decided I finally wanted to say hello. And, to say thank you."
"What for?" Tesla's voice was dangerously low. He hated this guy within a minute of knowing him. Even if what he said wasn't true, he was still pissing him off.
"For falling in love with Alisa."
Flames of rage burst inside Tesla's chest. "And why are you thanking me?"
"Because now, I have the perfect subject to build my nightmares upon. What do you think for tomorrow? Pulled apart at the ribs, or slowly
Tesla roared and jumped out of his seat, charging at Boss, his hands ready to grab his throat, an aura of electricity shining off of them.
Boss simply snapped his gloved fingers and Tesla was launched across the room, his shirt suddenly burnt and smoke rising from his chest. His head hit the wall, a headache instantly appearing. He gasped as he felt about five stitches come undone and blood began to stream out of the various wounds.
"You must learn to watch your temper Mr. Ronin
it will be your downfall one day." Boss stood out of his chair, straightened his suit, and clasped his hands behind his back.
"What the hell are you?" Tesla bellowed, gritting his teeth as he tried to regain his footing. "An alien? A monster? A demon?"
"I assure you, I am no alien. As for demon, well
I've played poker with Lucifer and danced with one of the Horsemen
War, I think
but I am not one. As for monster, well
it depends on your point of view." He walked over to the counter and picked up the Instant Coffee mix. "I suggest you get a better brand. I recommend one with vanilla twisted in."
Tesla managed to stand up, wincing as he felt another four stitches rip open. Boss, throwing the coffee in the trash, looked at Tesla one last time.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Ronin. Now, I have a Factory to run, so I should get going. By the way, you ever want to talk or just have a lovely picnic in the park
" He pointed to the crumpled piece of paper. "The number's on the card. Goodnight, and sweet dreams Mr. Ronin."
And with that, he was gone.
Tesla stared at the empty space for a minute before trudging over to where he dropped the card. Bending over slowly, he picked up the card and let it sit in his palm. Before he sent a wave of electric heat which blasted it to ashes.
"Screw that guy," he mumbled, before slowly trudging back to his room to patch himself up. And to also write down "BOSS" on the notepad which served as his hate list.