His fingers clicked and the sound shut out the silence.
The smile crept through the darkness and advanced on the boy.
Pale and wide eyed, eyes in pursuit of the invader.
The struggle for control; a lip is bitten; fear runs through the bloodshot gaze
Too much pressure
Him and a stranger.
His fingers click but they’re not his own.
He’s alone; he’s overrun.
The smile shows teeth that glitter in the gloom
Teeth that are baring into a fierce snarl; they are not his.
He is not his own.
The face looks back and he doesn’t know him.
Only the eyes are not foreign.
All lost. All taken.
The fingers click and the eyes spring shut.
The smile widens and the boy is gone.