You’d never seen such hatred in the eyes of another before, the eyes of a stranger you’d never met, that is.

In his golden, snake like eyes, all you could see was distain, the urge to cause you harm; you hadn’t spoken 2 words to the man so you couldn’t come to understand his hatred. Though, he seemed entertained the entire time. As if this was his game.

You would refuse to play it, though. Defiance wasn’t your forte but the way this man looked at you gave you the chills. And the worse type.