The plot really starts to pick up steam in this chapter, so enjoy and please review
Freddy Dock rushed into John's office with a look of terror on his face. He was
sweating all over, and his eyes were glancing around worriedly, as if expecting
something to jump out and grab him by the throat.
"John! John, you've gotta help me!"
"What's wrong Freddy? You look horrible!"
"I- I saw it!! It was horrible! All gray and clammy and slimy. And the eyes, the awful red eyes. It was a monster, I tell you! It was all crouched down like it was trying to avoid from being seen, but I saw it!"
Worried by his friend's face, John asked, "Where did you see it, Freddy?" "I-In Alvosta's building. I was there to see a client who works there, and when I came out, it was there! And- he looked at me like he wanted to kill me!!! I'm so scared, John! What do I do???"
"You stay here, that's what you do! I'll stay here with you. Give me more description. What did the thing look like?"
"It-it was squirming, and looked like he'd be slippery in a fight if grabbed. But so strong! He looked as strong as Barry Bonds on steroids! He was crawling down into the basement when I saw him. I ran out of there as soon as I could."
"OK, Freddy, you just sit right there. The firm is closed for today. I'm going to call a doctor and tell him to come here. You look like you might have a heart attack."
Suddenly, with no warning, a gray clammy figure burst through the window and grabbed Freddy's neck with his bare hands. "Now-you-dieee!!!!" Preparing for the strangling hold, John kicked Grey in the stomach hard, and the grip loosened. Freddy was already out cold.
Grabbing his mask and throwing off his outer clothes, John became Nightmare in the blink of an eye. Grey looked at him with hatred and leapt onto him. Nightmare punched him in the face and rolled to the side. Angrily, Grey aimed a punch at Nightmare's cheek. He didn't miss. Nightmare went soaring into his oak desk powerfully. Getting up painfully, he was met with a barrage of punches to the stomach, and found himself unable to fight back. Suddenly, his eyes gazed at a phone book on the desk. Grabbing it, he stuffed the sharp edges into the face of his attacker. The split-second distraction was all he needed. With a kick to the stomach, Grey's breath was knocked out of him. Three more punches, and Grey was to the windowsill. Nightmare held his foe's head over powerfully into the breeze and uttered a parting word. "Tell your boss Nightmare sent you." With a hard push Grey was sent to the pavement four stories below. Nightmare could not see the body, but felt assured that he had won the fight. Walking over to his unconscious friend, a thought entered the fighter's mind. Now I know my foe.