Chapter 4
Dorian Rouge sat in his home reading the newspaper in a comfy cushioned chair. He lived alone in a quaint little house, in the town that Sam and Dean were currently in. This was his favorite part of the day, darkness had blanketed the town about an hour ago and the stars vibrantly shone down through his window, setting a relaxing mood. He read a newspaper by his favorite lamp that was dimly lit. Dorian planned to fall asleep while reading as he usually did after a stressful day at work. It wasn't long before the words in the article he was reading began to mesh together as his eyelids grew heavy and his head fell softly into his chest. The man was completely at peace and on the verge of slipping into a welcoming dream when the front door of his house suddenly flew open.
He jumped at the gunshot-like noise, wide awake. He irritably stood and walked to the door as it continued to bang against the wall behind it in the wind. Peering out into the dark he saw nothing but the light of a street lamp, illuminating the empty street. He shook his head and drowsily rubbed his eyelids as he shut the door. He could've sworn he had already locked the deadbolt before he had started reading but none the less he clicked both locks shut and walked back to his chair. Maybe he was getting forgetful in his increasing age.
Dorian sank into the cushion once again and took a deep breath, but something wouldn't let him relax. He closed his eyes and nearly forgot the feeling of uneasiness in his stomach when the door flew open again, banging against the wall behind it. It snapped him out of relaxation once again and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he too got up. The middle aged man cautiously walked to the front entrance for the second time. He shuttered in the chill of the wind blowing into his house. There was nothing outside.
He cautiously reached for the doorknob to close it again but before he could touch it the door slammed its self shut. Startled, the man took a step backwards into a dark figure behind him. He opened his mouth to yell but his breath was stolen as an invisible force of tremendous strength slammed him into the wall, crushing his ribs. Every bone in his body felt pressure on it. He would've yelped in pain if he could have but his lungs were being compressed too. There was a series of sickening loud snaps and cracks as his bone structure splintered into a million tiny shards. The pain was excruciating. Icy tears of pain slowly dripped from his panic stricken eyes. He was soon put out of his misery when his skull cracked under the pressure, crumbling into nothing. Dorian fell lifelessly to the floor, cold and dead.