God of the Dreams

Javin was standing over Ann. Her golden hair spilled across her pillow. She was shaking, shaking in her sleep. Javin’s hand was on her forehead. His hand seemed to merge with her head. He lifted his head and stood upright. He allowed a small smile to creep into his face. He knew the hells the subconscious could find in the land of dreams. She deserved it, he knew, because she had scorned him. She was popular and was the lowest of the nerds, the weakest of the weak. Now he had more power than anyone would ever believe... unless they had been one of his victims, but then he was just a dream, right? He could never be caught. As a God he was untouchable. He could control anyone he wanted.
Javin removed his hand from Ann’s forehead. He must be off. He stepped towards the wall and stepped through it into the night.