Virgil Doesn’t See. By CpSingleton
Some people count sheep to enable their brains to tire, others can just drop off like it is the simplest action in the world. Vergil Carver visualised certain scenarios in order to hit dreamland.
His visual journeys, however, weren’t sexual or even beautiful. They were horrific mutilations of other humans who had wronged him that day. It may have been the most inadvertent slight imaginable; something that would illicit a halfhearted shrug from others.
He stored them in the stained basket of his mind like rotten and cracked eggs, waited until sleep time to crack them and then had his revenge for their lack of double yolk.
He could destroy whole towns as they slept before feeling relaxed enough to snore himself.
Diabolical plots and plans swirled in a technicolor behind his flickering eyelids.
It may seem strange, but he saw it as a way of helping not to leak his petty hatreds into reality…