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 Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 5:12 pm
Chapter three in my novel, Burn Baby, Burn. It's the longest of the three so far (by a LARGE margin) and it's gonna need some major editting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:00 pm
It was a lazy day; the Don had called all of the Lucrice together, but had never told any of them why. So the mass of scarred and lethargic men lazily drifted off in the hot summer sun.
“Why the hell are we here?” Damien gazed off into the distance while gnawing on a defenseless twig.
“The Don called us all here today. I have no earthly idea as to why though….” the Capo was becoming agitated.
“Maybe we should leave.” Damien didn’t wait for a response; he was up and moving towards the door as soon as the words slipped from his mouth.
“But what about the Don’s orders?!” Capo stumbled behind him as he tried to catch up.
“Screw the Don’s orders- he won’t hate us for leaving. He knows us.” he smirked, flipping his hair girlishly. Damien reached for the rusting door handle but stopped when he heard sound on the other side. Leaning in, he recognized the Don’s voice; who was he talking to? Damien never liked being kept out of things, and he had no idea what was going on. As the voices grew closer, Damien stepped back in a hurry. The flaking green door swung open with immense power, and the Don came waltzing through it. He wore a smile on his wrinkled face; something that he rarely did in front of his subordinates. Damien said nothing as a group of four people trailed behind the Don silently. They were fresh faces, ones that Damien had never seen. One by one, he analyzed them all as they passed, making mental notes of their mannerisms.
“Ah, Damien! Just the boy I was looking for!” the Don spread his arms wide, the long cape he was wearing draped around his arms swung in the open air.
“Don Incignio! How nice to, uh, see you……” Damien was distant, keeping a watchful eye on those standing behind him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to your new leader- Damien. He may look young, but he’s a twisted lad, let me tell you. Don’t cross him or you’ll end up just like his last team.” the Don laughed heartily at the fates of those who had come before these people.
“N-new team?! When did this happen?!” Damien was quite confused; although the Don had promised him a new team, he had expected to hand pick his new team, and not for awhile. Escorting the Don away from his new team, he gently whispered in the Don’s ear. “I didn’t know you were putting a team together for me. I’m very- no, extremely grateful, but I was under the impression that I would be working with the Capo for awhile longer. Like on our last mission.” Damien was concerned. He did not wish to have to train new recruits.
“You’ll still be working with Capo, you’ll just have four more people to help you out.” the Don smiled eerily. “Speaking of which, how did your last mission go? I heard it was quite…..explosive.”
“It went fine, thank you. We did need to demolish the building afterwards, but everything’s fine now.” Damien rushed back to the point. “But I do not wish to train puppies anymore. Please, Don, reconsider.”
“Oh, my boy, these people are far from puppies. Some of them, however, are still a little wet behind the ears, especially when it comes to mafia life, but they are far from puppies.” the Don’s eyes narrowed. “There will be no need for training, just practice. You all must get to know each other and your different strengths, alright? Now come, all of you, into my office.” Damien’s face look anything but content; his scowl and lust for blood showed now more than ever. Intimidated by their new leader, the group waited until Damien followed the Don resentfully into his quarters. Capo smiled for his partner and casually glided past the newcomers.
Traveling down the long corridor, the odd group attracted menacing stares from everyone they past. Damien whipped out his stiletto and angrily marched down the hallway gripping its hilt. His stare never wavered; it was directed solely on the back of the Don’s balding and wrinkled head. Damien was not pleased with his decision to form him a team without his consent. He was boiling over with rage, and the gleaming stiletto in his hand only filled his head with devious ideas.
“Damien, put that thing away before you slice someone’s head off.” Damien’s train of thought was broken; he looked up to find the Don turned, looking directly at him with disapproving eyes.
“I…..I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized that I still had it out.” Damien stared at his feet. A cold sweat had formed on his brow, and his eyes twitched with aggravation. “I’ll put it away, then, if you wish.”
“I do.” the Don’s glare was hard and cruel. Damien had learned to accept this kind of treatment from the Don; he knew all too well what kind of things he was capable of doing. Shifting his forearm, Damien gently slid the stiletto back into its holster. He stood up slowly, glancing around at his subordinates that dare not look him in the eye. A smirk shined from beneath his aggravation. Re-aligning his posture, his pride returned to him. “Shall we go, then?” he smiled innocently.
“Of course.” the Don’s face instantly lit up with warmth and happiness. He turned and began to hobble once more down the corridor to his office.
Once the large group was settled into the stark room that was the Don’s private quarters, the tension between the new recruits grew. Damien stepped forward towards the Don’s large oak desk and slammed his hands upon it. He eyed the Don carefully, shifting his head in a threatening manner.
“Is there something you’d like to say, Damien?” a hard glare came from the Don’s small withered eyes.
“Why yes, grandfather, there is.” Damien lifted his hand and stroked his lips amusingly. “I just think it’s funny how the leader of the Lacrice managed to find the most pathetic looking group of people to fill out my team.” his face became solemn in an instant. “How dare you do something this audatious without consulting me first!” his tone was harsh and unforgiving. Before he had the chance to move, he felt the hot sting of a hand forced upon his face. In shock, he drew his blood-thirsty stiletto. “You insulate old fool!” he started to slash the sword downwards but was stopped in midair. Another sword- this one shorter and blunter than his own, had gotten between his blade and the Don’s head. “What the hell?” looking to his left, he saw the Capo, steel-plated boots bearing into the wooden floor panels, bracing himself for the force of Damien’s left hand. Narrowing his eyes briefly, Damien recognized Capo’s intentions and immediately withdrew. He stared down for several moments, more upset at his horrid behavior towards his long-time friend than his actions towards his grandfather. Head still facing the ground, Damien’s eyes flicked up and glared at the Don. They shone a royal yet malicious blue. The Don was briefly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. He glanced behind Damien, looking at the new recruits.
“I think it’s about time you all get to know Damien a little better.” he smirked coldly. The new recruits’ faces showed the horror that lied within their minds. They were scared of him, plain and simple. Damien burst into laughter.
“I’m glad you’re all so terrified. At least you know now, rather than later on.” his laughter was genuine, but left an eerie feel in the room.
“Douvin, why don’t you introduce yourself first?” the Don motioned to a tall, slender brunette. She had such confidence in herself that Damien made the accurate assumption that she was an American.
“Yes, sir.” her voice wavered, making Damien smile. “I…..my name is Douvin Collandro, twenty-three years old. I will be your, eh…..tactical advisor.” she fidgeted briefly with the small amount of clothing she was wearing; almost-too-short orange shorts with a deep purple vest that barely covered her neon green bra. As Damien scanned downwards, he noticed the blue high-tops she was wearing. They were plated with steel. That was a good sign. At least she knew how to knock the living daylights out of someone with her foot. Damien snickered as he thought to himself.
“Tactical advisor?” he raised an eyebrow. “Why on earth do I need one of those?”
“It’s true, you never follow any sort of plan or instruction, but she’s good to have along just in case.” the Capo tried to reason with the irrational boy, but to no avail.
“Just in case my a**.” Damien rolled his eyes. “If she dies, I won’t feel a bit of guilt.” he turned and raised his hands in the air grudgingly.
“And we won’t blame you at all, Damien.” the Don was quick with his remark. “Moving on…….let’s go to Greggorio, then.” he motioned to a rather short man with thick black glasses.
“Thank you, sir. Yes, my name is Greggorio. I’m your new electronics manager.” Greggorio smiled innocently. “I’m glad that I am able to work with someone as talented as you.”
“Uh…..thanks?” Damien puckered his mouth in confusion. In one word, Damien could describe the slapped-together appearance of Greggorio- geek. He looked it up and down, from his small, muscular build, to his spiked blonde hair. His accent had a dull affect that was somewhat comforting to Damien’s ears, but noticeable enough to bother him. “Let’s keep this little parade going, shall we?” Damien shifted his gaze to the extremely feminine Japanese man that leaned on the corner wall. He rocked his head signaling the man to come forth and say a few words. The man had been staring a hole through Damien ever since he arrived, and he’d like to know why. Leaning forward, the man, dressed in a traditional lavender kimono with cherry blossoms sewn in, walked to the center of the room and cleared his throat daintily.
“My name is Kita. I’m in charge of weapons, explosives, et cetera.” he turned to face Damien. “I hope you don’t find my manner of dress offending or distracting in any way.” he smiled, but Damien could sense the presence of ill-intent behind it.
“Of course not. It accents your hair very nicely, actually.” Damien commented mockingly. He could tell that it was going to be rough starting out, but he believed that this Kita fellow would come to his senses eventually and submit to him. Although he was drawn to his abrasive spirit. Even though Kita looked fragile, upon further examination Damien saw his true colors that lied beneath the kimono; his ears were riddled with piercings, he obviously wore a lip ring that he had taken out just for today, and Damien could see the tip of a great tiger tattoo etched up his right side. Realizing that he had been discovered, Kita scowled at Damien and adjusted his kimono appropriately. Leaning in, Damien carefully ran his fingers through Kita’s long black hair.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Damien’s whisper was alluring and sensual, so unlike his normal tone. “I like ex-yakuza.” he stepped back, only to find Kita blushing nervously. Chuckling to himself, he thought of all the fun that he was going to have with this bad-boy.
Glancing towards the shape in the corner, Damien realized that he had skipped over someone. He turned his head and casually walked towards the person cowering in the corner. As he approached, he could see her trembling. He reached his hand out towards her only for it to be slapped away.
“Don’t touch me!” her voice cracked. Damien scowled.
“And what have I done to make you so upset?” he traced his fingertips along her shoulder, following the seam in her heavy green jacket.
“You’re a monster! A bloodthirsty monster!” a cold sweat dripped down her forehead; tears began to well up in her green eyes.
“Oh? Last I checked there was nothing wrong with that in this profession.” Damien smiled.
“That doesn’t make it right!” she turned away, head facing the cracked wall to her left. Damien crooked his head, allowing himself to smile wickedly.
“So does that make what you do right? You’re very hypocritical.” Tilting his head up, he looked down on her menacingly. “Does that make you some kind of saint just because you don’t kill people? That’s a load of s**t.” he turned and looked towards Capo, who said nothing. “We’re leaving. And I could care less if that little princess comes with us or not.” he pointed to the girl in the corner, his fingers crooked evilly. He slammed the door open against the already deteriorating wall and stormed down the corridor towards the exit. His new team followed in toe, the Capo at the rear. He paused to look at the girl only briefly, a solemn look upon his face, then returned to his path behind Damien.
“Luo.” the Don spoke firmly but sympathetically to the girl. “You’d be better off following him.” his eyes wilted at the edges.
“But I…….he’s a monster.” she looked at him pleadingly.
“That he is, I know. But he is still a human being on the inside, I promise you.” the Don turned to look out the window briefly, his gaze returning to his intertwined fingers before him. “Do you think he enjoys doing this all the time? He is only a year older than you. Don’t you think he wants to have normal friends?”
Luo’s face returned to their spot on the ground. A look of guilt soon overcame her concerned face. Her tiny pale hands tightly gripped her huge trench coat and her green eyes shimmered in the dim light. Quickly raising her head, Luo ran out the door after Damien and the rest of her new team. She ran as fast as she could, taking raspy breaths with each step; she finally caught up to them in the courtyard. Realizing her presence, Damien shifted his eyesight back, watching her carefully. He said nothing to her, however; he just continued to move forward towards the large van they traveled in. Luo stayed silent as well; she had no intention of evoking Damien’s wrath. She kept her eyes to the ground and her personal tazer close to her reach.
“Get in.” Luo looked up only to find Damien scowling down at her at the entrance to the van.
“What?” her brain failed to completely register what was happening; she was far to absorbed in her own train of thought to realized that she was mindlessly following the group forward.
“I said get in.” Damien’s eyes narrowed with irritation.
“Oh…..I’m sorry…..” Luo carefully crept by Damien, never letting him out of her sight, and hesitantly crawled into the sleek black van. Upon entering, she found herself staring at the rest of the team. Avoiding their gaze, she scooted by them to an open seat.
“Well then, now that we’re away from that old fart, I can finally brief you about how things work here.” Damien swung the van door shut behind him and gripped the handle on the ceiling tightly. “This is my team. Not our team. You follow my rules and my standards, or else.” his stare was hard. “I don’t want anyone doubting what I say. Constructive criticism is allowed, as long as I’m in the mood for it. If you hesitate, you die. Is that clear?” his voice shattered the fearful silence that surrounded them all. “Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” although the response was neither confident nor prompt, it was what Damien had wanted to hear from the group.
“Good.” he smirked. “Now then….do any of you like sushi?” Damien’s cocked smile made the team feel more secure than they had previously.
Upon arrival, the team carefully analyzed where exactly Damien had taken them; it was a newer building in the downtown area of Cormice, the capital. Everything here was new and modern; a very pop culture city that revolved around music and fashion. It was very contrary to the 19th century look of the Lacrice hideout, but it was a welcome change. Hordes of people lined the sidewalks; most of them wore vibrant tattoos and new-age goggles. Here and there you could see a group of young girls wearing gothic and Lolita styles of clothing; they were a dying but popular breed.
“Well, come on!” Damien was standing outside the door with his hand out stretched. The Capo stood off center, eagerly wanting to rid himself of this crowd.
“We need to go in now, or our reservations will be taken.” Capo tried to move the group along.
“What’re you talking about?” Damien threw his head back in laughter. “We rule the whole friggin’ city! They would let us in even if we didn’t have reservations. We’re just being courteous and telling them when we’re gonna be here.” Damien rolled his eyes and casually grabbed Kita’s hand, yanking his slender body out with it.
“You don’t have to pull me!” Kita frowned and reeled away from Damien.
“I was just playing.” Damien winked flirtatiously, raising his shoulder lightly mockingly. Seeing Kita’s face afterwards made Damien feel wicked; the feeling was amazingly intoxicating. Having had enough fun for the moment, Damien turned and casually strolled up the ramp that led to the entrance of the exclusive restaurant. It’s walls were crisp and lavender with intricate designs painted in green up the sides. The midday sun shimmered off it’s nylon door coverings and gave the building a renewed sense of vibrancy.
The doors were heavy set; this Damien knew, so he had Capo open them, for he was far too nimble to be bothered. A mass of smoke and sound gushed out the door once it was cracked open. Multi-colored lights peered out and smothered the unassuming team; they were not used to this kind of lifestyle.
“May I help you, sir?” a slender girl with electric blue hair approached Damien and smiled gently.
“Uh, yeah…..we’re Lacrice, party of six.” his lips curled at the edges; he enjoyed having power. Upon hearing who he was, the girl’s eyes widened briefly and shifted over to an older woman behind the main podium. She quickly stepped over to her and whispered something in her ear. The older woman had obviously been expecting them by the lack of shock on her face. Straightening herself, the older woman briskly walked towards the group of Lacrice.
“I’m terribly sorry for the wait, sir.” she bowed deeply. “Please, follow me. ” she turned and walked back into a solitary quarter of the busy restaurant. She ducked behind a heavy, sound proof curtain. Damien gently lifted the curtain around his head to find a large round table booth with red padded backings. He slide around to the opposite side and positioned his legs comfortably. Capo slide in next to him on his right, taking the seat on the edge. One by one, the rest of the team slide in next to Damien, filling out the booth completely. “Is there anything I can get for you before I leave?” the woman wouldn’t dare disturb them once she had left.
“Mm….just a few rounds of sushi, please.” Damien smiled briefly before turning his head to face the wall.
“Yes, sir. I’ll bring those out soon.” the woman bowed again, then turned and walked through the heavy curtain, buttoning the sides up before she left.
“So, do you like this place?” Damien tried to make simple conversation with the fidgeting team around him. The Capo looked at Damien and sighed heavily; he was not fond of awkward silence.
“Quit beating around the bush. We only brought them here to assign them guns and stations.” the Capo’s dull and flat tone disconnected the group from the loud noise that vibrated through the walls.
“Way to ruin the surprise.” Damien frowned and turned away from Capo.
“Well, I think it’s best to get straight to the point.” Capo shrugged his massive shoulders in an innocent way.
“Yeah, and we see where that’s gotten you in life.” Damien rolled his eyes at the withering man, scarred and beaten. The Capo defensively glared back at Damien, although he knew his words were true.
“Anyway,” the Capo tried to move forward with the purpose for their outing. “we’re going to be giving out guns today. Isn’t it exciting? Just like Christmas!” the Capo clapped his hands together childishly, being entirely sarcastic. The looks on the team’s faces showed their confusion.
“But we already have guns.” Douvin was the first to speak out.
“So? You’re guns are crap. They can’t aim worth s**t and they don’t have enough firepower.” Damien’s face was straight; guns were his specialty. Hearing this, Douvin leapt out of her seat and slammed her hands on the table.
“What did you say?!” Her voice was loud, but no one outside the sealed room could hear it.
“I said your gun is a piece of crap.” Damien stared her down into submission, as she slumped back into her seat as soon as he looked her way.
“I’ve……I’ve had this gun for years, and it’s never had any problems.” Douvin avoided Damien’s gaze at all costs.
“That doesn’t make it a good gun, girlie. Now here, wouldn’t you like something with a little more kick?” Damien smirked in such a malicious way that it was entrancing; he motioned towards a large black case sitting at the edge of the table, Douvin’s eyes following his every move.
“I guess…..it couldn’t hurt…..” her eyes dropped, watching her hands as the gently stroked the outer shell of her current weapon.
“It really won’t; I promise.” Damien clicked open the case and slide it before Douvin, her eyes entranced by what lay inside.
“Unless you shoot yourself with it.” the Capo’s snide remark was nothing but; it failed in it’s attempt at humor.
“But why would she be here if she’s prone to shooting herself?” Damien’s eyes narrowed and he swiveled his head back and forth in a mocking manner. The Capo simply stared back in his simplistic and barbarous nature. “Moving on…..” Damien turned his head away from the useless battle to return to his main topic. “This shiny girl is for you, Douvin. Isn’t she pretty?” Damien smiled; he loved his handiwork more than anything. “I made it special, just for you.” he winked childishly at her.
“What the hell are you talking about? You ordered those just two weeks ago!” the Capo murmured. Damien quickly clasped a nimble hand across Capo’s scruffy mouth to silence him.
“Just go and ruin all my fun, why don’t you?” he stared at him maliciously, obviously upset at his behavior up to this point. Shrugging it off as he usually does, Capo lifted his hand to attempt to remove Damien’s firm grasp from his mouth. Damien lifted his hand just moments before the Capo could reach it, and began stroking the longest shotgun in the case; one that was meant for Greggorio. Eyes narrowing in pleasure, Damien whirled at the very touch of this large sleek gun; Damien was fond of groping its trigger. “Mm…..” he moved his lips in a pouting manner. “this one goes to you, Greggorio.” the words were forced; he did not wish to give this one up.
“I’m honored sir!” Greggorio spat his reply in such a manner that it totally disgusted Damien. Turning towards the Capo and resting his head upon his hand, Damien tried to hide his disdain for the handover.
“Yeah, yeah…..whatever……” Damien glanced over towards Kita, who was sitting silently, looking at his feet. “I think,” Damien leaned over the table towards Kita, “you need this one.” Damien reached within his right frontal pocket, causing a stir among the rest of the team; they were concerned about his next move. Damien slowly pulled out a two-by-one pocket gun; it was about the size of his thumb. “I think it fits your…..persona perfectly.” he grinned wickedly. “It’s not even bloodstained yet.” Damien let his eyes drift lazily down to Kita’s slender hands; they were covered in makeup. He furrowed his eyebrows in a puzzled manner. “I don’t know why you’d want to hide mistakes from your past, but you must have a good reason for wearing makeup in such an odd way.” Damien whispered smoothly in his ears. He pulled away, through tormenting his new plaything for one day. “It’s time to leave.”
“But we haven’t even gotten our sushi yet!” Capo was visibly upset; he only enjoyed going out if there was something in it for him.
“I’ll get you all the sushi you want catered, now let’s leave. The presence of such innocent people makes me sick.” Damien referred to the people outside their small room; he abhorred the innocent more than anything.
The group quickly jumped to their feet, awaiting their leader’s next command. Damien casually tore through the thick velvet curtain, tossing it at whoever stood nearby. He marched to the exit in such a perturbed and arrogant manner that those who looked on felt slight terror as he passed.
“Hurry up. You’re far too slow.” Damien was impatient; he’d had his fill of the city and all of its filthy people.
Douvin walked briskly with Damien, careful not to fall behind. Luo was the only straggler; she wandered in and out of passing crowds, sometimes losing sight of the main group. Before they all reached the van, an eerie shrieking sound echoed throughout the crowd, causing many heads to turn and look.
“Sorry, sorry! It’s just my ringtone.” Damien smiled and laughed to the public, quickly ducking into an alley as soon as he could to answer his phone in peace. “Yes? Oh, yes sir. Of course we’re free. What do you need?” Damien looked concerned; the Don almost never called him on his cell phone. “What? Yes, that is horrible. Send me all the information and we’ll head over there immediately. I know, I’m really worried as well. Don’t worry, we’ll handle it. It’s going to be okay.” his eyes moved frantically around the wall before him. “Yes sir. Understood.” he snapped the phone shut and slammed it to the ground, raising his fist to his forehead. He winced in agony.
“Was that the Don?” Capo knew the answer, he just didn’t want to overwhelm the already psychotic man.
“No, it was my grandmother…..” Damien was in no mood for the Capo’s indirect questioning. “It was the Don…..something’s…..happened……we need to go back immediately.” he trotted over to the car, getting in the driver’s seat.
“Something’s happened?” Capo realized the severity of the situation and motioned for the team to get into the van. “Are you sure you want to drive?” the Capo strapped himself in next to Damien, anticipating his infamously reckless driving.
“No s**t.” Damien whirled the steering wheel around its axis, almost flipping the van over. He sped down the overly crowded road, not stopping for anything.
“You’re gonna kill us, Damien.” Capo looked over to him and smiled meekly.
“I know.” a flicker of his sinister nature shined through his dismay, cracking a smile to add to the affect.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:01 pm
Before the van had even stopped in front of the Lacrice hideout, Damien was already sprinting towards the front door. The rest of his team followed as soon as the van had been stopped, running briskly to keep up with Damien’s swift pace. Damien pounded on the Don’s private office’s door, keeling over in exhaustion.
“Let me in, you damn fool!” Damien’s now raspy voice held immense authority over the man guarding the door; he opened it as soon as the words slipped from Damien’s mouth.
“Damien!” the Don came to his feet and embraced the slim boy tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here and alright.” his eyes winced in pain.
“Nothing ever happens to me.” Damien smirked between breaths. “I’m the son of the Devil. You said it yourself.” he laughed a bit before grabbing his stomach in pain; he had not run with such intensity for quite some time. The rest of his team trickled in soon after he, arriving just in time to hear the story behind Damien’s erratic behavior.
“It was Alice.” the Don clenched his teeth. “I just don’t know how it happened. She was being watched so carefully! She was surrounded by bodyguards twenty-four-seven!” his eyes withered in guilt.
“Then how the hell was someone able to kidnap her?” Damien’s voice was ridden with anger. “Who the hell would dare mess with the Lacrice?!” he slammed his fists onto the Don’s desk, creaking deep cracks circulating around the point of impact.
“I just don’t know……” the Don let tears slip from his eyes. Damien turned to face the wall behind him, and incidentally, his new team. Thoughts raced through his mind all at once; he was formulating a plan.
“Let’s go.” his powerful voice broke the silence abruptly.
“What the heck are we gonna do? How are supposed to approach a situation like this? With a group of presumably hostile kidnappers- “ Douvin analyzed the situation through stern eyes; she was quickly cut off by Damien, however.
“That’s what you’re here for! I’ve got the plan, we put it into action. Why else would I have such random people sitting around here? Now get off your asses and do your jobs!” Damien was at his end; he was ready to kill someone, and it showed, for as soon as he demanded it, his team was up and working. Damien sighed heavily and slumped into a plush greed chair sitting near the end of the dilapidated couch. His slender fingers ran through his crimson hair; he wanted to rip it all out that moment, frustrated by his situation. The sun shone brightly in his eyes, calming him just slightly. He felt a concerned hand stroke his left forearm; Capo was staring up at him from his seat.
“It’s gonna be okay, Damien. Just calm down.” while greatly concerned for his longtime friend, Capo was also trying to calm him for the obvious reason of preventing a psychotic break; he did not want another bad incident on his hands.
“I know, I just…..” his eyes rolled back into his head “I can’t wait to slaughter those beasts who took her.” his voice deepened and his eyes snapped back down, glowing maliciously. The Capo continued to stroke Damien’s forearm, staring out the window to seek comfort in what lay ahead for them.
Loading their guns, the team had their mission: capture and detain, though the word ‘detain’ was set very loosely; they were to just recapture Alice , but they could do whatever they pleased with her captors. Damien, being the bloodthirsty ‘demon’ that he is, grinned at the thought of torturing their unfortunate souls.
“That’s it, we’re all set.” the Capo turned to look at Damien, who had his back towards the van.
“All right.” he was twirling one of his stilettos between his fingers. “We’ll go then.” turning abruptly, Capo could see the evil gleam that shimmered out of Damien’s blue eyes; he was itching to cause someone pain.
“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think we should just sneak up on them instead?” a silencing finger came upon the Capo’s scruff mouth.
“The best approach is the direct approach.” Damien smiled, biting his tongue in excitement.
“It’s not the only way though!” the Capo was desperate to find an alternative to their current route.
“No, but it’s my favorite way.” Damien slide past the Capo and crept into the van. “Now hurry up. We’re running late.” he slammed the door shut behind him and awaited the driver. As soon as the car had started, Capo swung the steering wheel hard and gunned it, almost causing the van to flip. He raced down the road, easily avoiding any obstacle. Once out onto a clear road, Capo floored the gas petal, putting the car easily over one hundred and seventy miles per hour. Damien was as fidgety and impatient as a pregnant woman; he kept demanding that the Capo drive faster, twiddling his thumbs in anxiety.
“It’s just another mile, then we turn off onto a dirt road.” the Capo reassured Damien; it was time for him to start gathering all of his weapons.
“Wonderful. Simply, marvelously wonderful.” Damien sneered as a deep grin pierced his face. “I can’t wait to hear the sound of their organs bursting.” his eyes shifted among his concerned teammates. He closed his eyes and laughed at their thoughts. “If you don’t like it, wear earplugs.”
“Do you really intend to……kill them in such a way?” Luo showed her sheltered upbringing in times like this. “I mean, you could just arrest them or something. You don’t actually have to kill them.” her look was pitiful; her eyebrows furrowed and her forehead wrinkled, looking as if she was about to burst into tears for the kidnappers that she had never seen.
“My dear, dear, Luo.” Damien chuckled heartily. “I intend to do much, much, much more to them than kill them.” his face straightened as he looked at her directly. “Killing them will feel good once I’m through.”
“C’mon guys, sattle up, we’re here.” Capo interrupted the morbid conversation, his information creating a nervous stir among the new team; they were anxious about their first job together, especially with someone like Damien. In preparation, Damien slide his pair of stilettos up along his spine in a crossed pattern, ready to be pulled out at will. His larger gun was fitted in a holster strapped down the side of his powerful left leg, while his smaller gun lay hidden away under his jacket.
“Lock and load, and hope you don’t die.” Damien’s words were coated with a sarcastic affection; something he had yet to show the new team.
Damien was the first out; before the van had even come to a complete stop, the side door flung open, Damien leaping out, barreling towards the entrance to a rather large old barn looking building. It was on top of a hill, surrounded by tees; it would have made the perfect ambush spot, but Damien refused to take such a docile route. Kicking the door in with one swift movement, Damien was inside the building, weapons at the ready. His team soon came to his back, searching for signs of life. The group walked in together, slowly. Kita was the first to hear it—the sound of whimpering.
“Damien…..” he looked at Damien anxiously, trying to anticipate his next move.
“Yes, I hear it now, thank you Kita.” Damien’s words were heartfelt; he had no time for sarcasm in a situation like this. Frantically scanning the room, Damien searched for what he assumed to be the sound of Alice in pain. He spotted a deep crag in the wall to his right; a broken mirror lay in front of it. Damien carefully trotted over to the hole, keeping his senses open. He peered inside; it was, infact, the girl that he had been looking for. But something was wrong—very wrong. Realizing this quickly, Damien backed away as fast as he could, soon rejoining his team. Soon after, a sinister laughter echoed through the building, haunting the Damien’s soul; it wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right. Not at all. Keeping his silence, Damien looked over to the deep crag, only to find a pair of small eyes peering back at him. In a moment, he fired two shots at the eyes, and whatever lay behind them. The laughter increased.
“What…..are you doing?” a strange voice encircled his mind, taunting Damien with each breath.
“Yes, you should stop that now.” Another voice. Different, but just as malicious.
“You shot our dear friend! That wasn’t very nice!” the voices kept coming, the same three voices repeating themselves again and again.
“You should pay for what you did!”
“Yes, he should pay!” the three unified to decide his fate; although he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
From his left, Damien could hear the sound of rustling wings; a large group of vampire bats were swooping at the group, ripping their flesh as they dived in. Although the sound of tearing flesh was greatly appealing to Damien, he was mainly concerned about his floundering team; they flailed at the air aimlessly, flustered by the sudden attack.
“Gods……” Damien rolled his eyes. “It’s just a few little bites, don’t let it bother you.” Damien turned to look at the vast open area in the building; his gaze was caught by something being flung down from the rafters above the center of the floor. It was a body. Dripping with blood, it hung only by a noose. The long black hair of the apparent female child hung down around her face; it was soaking wet. With a slight of the hand, he tossed a stiletto up to slice through the rope. As soon as the rope was cut, the limp body fell to the ground, making a crunching noise as it hit. Realizing his worst fears had not in fact been realized, a certain calm came over him; he was all to happy that it wasn’t Alice ’s body that fell. The face, however, did look very familiar, and it haunted him. He soon realized who’s face it was; the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead was proof enough. Damien clutched the small body in his nimble arms, her blood soaking through his suit jacket. The slime of her blood felt like lotion to Damien, but he wasn’t all too excited about his jacket being stained with such an impurity.
“God forsaken soul……” Damien stroked the girl’s face with his gloved hand “May you burn in hell.” he moved his hand over her mouth and with one swift movement snapped her limp neck. His eyes were lazily looking down, rolling his head sideways to eye his team. “It’s time we went and got Alice from her wonderland.” Damien looked directly at the Capo, who nodded in response. Capo fidgeted with his belt momentarily, grabbing a round fruit-like object off of it. The Capo hurled the round object into the air, quickly covering his face with a tight mask; Damien soon followed, and motioned for the others to do the same. One by one, the vicious vats fell like stones to the ground, organs imploding upon impact.
“Now you’re ruining our fun.” a high pitched voice rang out.
“Yes, you party pooper.” Another came from somewhere else, echoing around the building.
“We don’t like party poopers.” the third voice came in, shrieking in a nasally tone.
“Well you can just go to hell!” Damien’s loud voice was muffled under his mask.
“I don’t think so.”
“Yes, we’re not ready yet.” a chorus of snickering circled around the room. Damien slid against a side was and began to hit at it repeatedly, looking for an opening. When a piece of wood echoed when he hit it, he promptly took his metal coated boot and slammed it into the wall, locating a passageway in the wall. He ran in instinctly, his team following close behind. The passage was damp, and it led downwards; it was only about three feet in height, and about two in width, causing them to crouch as they walked along. Damien felt his way along the walls, feeling the constant curve of the old wood. A light glowed dimly in the distance; they were headed towards an opening. Gun in hand, Damien peeked out through the opening, making sure that no one else was there. He crept out, twirling himself about for a last check.
“I think we’ve found the place.” Damien pulled his mask down, the stale air chilling his exposed face. The room itself was intricate; baroque carvings up and down the walls, with Victorian style architecture. A large cage sat in the middle of the large room; it was beautiful from afar, but as soon as Damien neared it, he could see the blood stains all around it. I was covered in jewels and beads; decorated very lovingly. Damien’s face grew angrier and angrier as he looked on; in the corner of the cage, he saw human hair, and what looked to be semen.
“Goddammit!” Damien pounded at the cage; he was outraged by his assumption.
“Let’s keep moving, Damien. We don’t have time for temper-tantrums, I’m sorry.” the Capo laid a caring hand on Damien’s shoulder, realizing his thoughts. “If that’s the case, then we just get to torture them more, kay?” Damien grinned in excitement; he was starting to really look forward to this, despite his earlier reluctance for a mission of this nature.
Damien looked up, ready to continue with this. He noticed that the room looked very similar to a fairy tale he once heard; strange clocks covered the walls, axes and hearts were scattered around the walls as well. Stuffed toys of rabbits and little girls cluttered a corner to his left. Nearby, he spotted a small wooden door with a large brass handle fastened onto it.
“Let’s go this way; if I know my stories right, she’s in there.” Damien, impatient with himself, opted to kick the door down rather than opening it by hand. Beyond the door, he found himself in the middle of a torture chamber; steel cages with inward spikes hung from the ceiling, blood seeping from the bodies that rotted within them. There were also large tables with straps at either end; Damien could only fathom what they were used for. Passing by the large sealed off torture rooms, Damien saw many children cowering in corners, as well as some deteriorating flesh heaps.
“The smell is disgusting.” the Capo raised his arm to his nose, trying to cover the stench.
“What do you expect? It’s where people are tortured and killed.” Damien inhaled deeply, taking in the blissful scent. Screaming interrupted his moment of intoxication. Flicking his eyes open, he followed the sound to a room at the end of the hallway with no windows. He blasted the door open, only to find a small girl with her hands covering her ears desperately, surrounded by three massive monitors. She looked up, and Damien knew her immediately; he had finally found Alice . Suddenly, the three monitors flickered on, with three shadow faces appearing, one on each screen.
"I see you've found our little princess." the face on the right spoke first.
"You don't need to keep her, she's perfectly fine with us here." the one on the left chimed in next. "Besides, if you take her back now, she's only gonna get your whole house blown to pieces." it laughed menacingly; the voices weren't as squeaky as they had previously been, but they still had an eerie quality to them.
"I think you should leave now." the face in the midde finally spoke up; it's voice was much more powerful and shrill than the other two's. "Leave or you'll end up just like those little children out there." it laughed heartily; it was truly enjoying the pain that they caused for others.
"Really? Because I think it's time you leave." Damien whipped out his smaller gun and repeatedly shot holes through the screen, shutting them off instantly. "Damned things. They annoy the hell out of me." Damien hooked his gun back into its holster and ran over to the shivering Alice, who was now curled up on the floor. "Hey! Are you okay? Well, I mean, not okay, but, but are you hurt? No, that's a stupid question to ask......uh...." Damien rambled frantically, just happy to see one of the only relatives he had that still cared for him. His eyes paced the floor, and his hands trembled helplessly.
"Damien, we need to find the detonator. Luo and Greggorrio can take Alice out to the van and stay with her there; You, me, Douvin and Kita need to find that detonator soon, or we're screwed." Capo's face was stark; he meant business. With a sudden flash, a tv that had previously been silent flickered on. The group of shadows could now be seen together, huddled next to on another.
"Such a fun time we're all having, huh?" the location of the voice was unidentafiable, but it was as shrill as normal.
"Yes, such grand fun!" a chilling laughter was sent out through the room, circling around in their minds.
"Did you really think you could get off that easy? Kidnapping our dear princess is a grave offense." the voices alternated from each shadow with every bit of information.
"Yes, kidnapping is bad. You're such a bad boy!"
"I think you're looking for something, right?"
"Oh, we have it! We have it!" a childish laugh burst out from one of them.
"It has a pretty button on it."
"A nice and red button on it!"
"And lots of funny numbers, too." one of them snickered.
"I think it might mean something important."
"They have the detonator....." the Capo leaned in and whispered in Damien's ear.
"Yeah, I know." Damien sighed. "Looks like we're going to have to work for our fun tonight." a wide smile spread across his face. "I think I'm done talking to you three for now. You mind flicking off until later, so I don't have to blast holes in your pretty little tv?" he looked up and grinned.
"Oh fine" the lead voice portrayed its disdain well, shreiking a little while responding.
"But we'll tell you when the numbers go down." a small laugh came out of the other voice.
"Because we're good sports like that."
"Goodbye for now, Damien Laruse." the tv shut off automatically, leaving Damien in a confused horror; how did they know his real name? There was only one way, and Damien was hoping that this wouldn't happen.
"Damien....." the Capo looked up at Damien, who's eyes were large and frightened.
"I know......I was hoping that it wasn't, but it is." Damien looked down at his trembling hands; he was in for a ride. "We have to keep moving, or our time will run out." he went over to a side door and opened it with caution. On the other side, monitors lined the walls of a narrow walkway that led to another door. Having no other direction, the group of now four moved onward, searching for any signs that would lead them in the right direction.
"Do you think it'd be this easy?" Kita spoke in a low voice; one that Damien wasn't used to.
"For now, yes. I finally know who's leading this, and they're going to wait until the very end to make it hard on us." Damien chuckled. "She's wanting us to save our strength for her."
"She? You mean you actually know who it is? And you didn't have us investigate her?" Douvin was very upset at this new pieve of information.
"There's nothing to investigate; she's been erased from history. I know everything we need to know about her for now, and I had a close friend help me out with the small details." Damien glanced over to Capo, who furrowed his eyebrows.
"Wait- you asked him?" the Capo raised an eyebrow at Damien, confused by his choice.
"Yes, I asked him. He's the only one who could, and besides, he already owed me a favor." Damien fumbled with the lock on the door in front of him.
"Gods, I haven't talked to him in years!" the Capo forced down the door, allowing Damien to enter before him. Upon entering, Damien found himself in a large, pale room that had dirtied concrete walls, and florescent lighting.
"Such a depressing place......" Damien clapped his hands together in accomplishment at getting through another door. One thing he noticed in the room after further investigation was a small tv sitting in the center of the room on a rolling stand. It soon flickered on, and Damien prepared himself for the message he was about to receive. The three members of his team behind him soon noticed the tv's white screen, and it soon changed to show the shadow figures once more.
"Hello again." a nasally pitch seeped from one.
"Are you enjoying our game?" a chuckle came from another.
"Damn straight we are!" Damien tilted his head back to the side, in a dominant manner.
"We're glad." the third voice decided to speak.
"Yes, very glad."
"We like it when people enjoy our games."
"And you've lasted the longest."
"What?" Damien was weary of that fact. "There hasn't been any danger so far though."
"Most became too disgusted and turned back." it snickered genuinely.
"They didn't like how we treat our princesses." this voice sounded quite upset.
"I can't see why....." Damien rolled his eyes in sarcasm; he knew that he was a different breed of human, one that could withstand the kind of horrors that took place here.
“We need to keep going; we don’t have time to stop and listen to them rant.” Douvin nudged at Damien gently, urging him to move the group on.
“Yeah, yeah……you hear that, boys? She doesn’t want to talk to you anymore!” Damien glanced sideways at Douvin, snickering a bit.
“That’s not very nice.”
“Yes, we’re very nice people.”
“You should always want to talk to us.”
“Just give us what we want, and then we’ll leave you to your…..business.” Damien looked over his shoulder at the door that led to the torture rooms, envisioning what lay inside them.
“But this is our business.”
“That it is.”
“Please? Pretty please?” Damien began to mock them; he knew they would never give them what they came here for. Whipping out his gun, Damien aimed at the little tv. “Time for you to go now.” he fired, puncturing it deeply, shutting it off. The team wandered forward, keeping their eyes open for any unforeseen danger.
“They’re too many doors!” Damien kicked at the door that appeared in front of them. “Damn things……..”
“If we keep going, we get away from the doors faster.” the Capo tried to reason with Damien, but the stress had begun to fry his brain.
“I’m sick of this…..whatever information they have on us isn’t worth this kind of trouble…..” Damien rolled his eyes back.
“But I thought you wanted to murder them and torture them mercilessly.” the Capo laughed. “For Alice?” he looked up with wondering eyes.
“For Alice, then.” Damien sighed heavily. “I’ll butterfly them and skewer their severed heads through my stilettos.” Damien’s smile grew as his imagination took flight.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself now.” the Capo laughed, patting Damien on the back like a father would a son. Damien looked up and rolled his eyes at this notion; he could never get ahead of himself. He kicked down the door that lay in front of them and found themselves in a room that was completely opposite of the one that had just left; the walls were a bright, pale blue, with large windows that seemed to face a nonexistent world with castles outside and the sun shinning. It appeared to be a child’s room; one where they could be comfortable and not want to leave. Still, like in the other rooms, there were traces of blood lining the decorated walls.
“God, how many pervy rooms do they have here?” Damien shook his head and glided his hand against the wall.
“Pervy? I would hardly call them that.” Damien’s eyes widened as he heard this strangely familiar voice echo through the room. “It’s more like a play room.” the voice was female, and young. Damien suddenly recognized the voice, and cocked his gun in expectation.
“What the hell do you want?!” Damien yelled as loud as his voice would allow, furious that he had to deal with her again.
“Damien, how did she-“ Capo began his sentence sympathetically with a hint of rage.
“How the hell should I know?! Last I checked, she was dead. And I do a thorough job.” Damien glared around the room, searching for the location the voice had come from.
“Silly, I never die. You should know that by now.” the voice chuckled to herself.
“Damien, who is she?” Kita was standing firm behind Damien with his sword at the ready.
“An old……acquaintance.” Damien muttered out grudgingly.
“We’re more than just acquaintances, my dear boy.” another laugh, this one far more menacing than the last. “I thought you had already told your team! Don’t tell me you got a new one already? Oh dear, do you just like killing that much?”
“Shut up! I’m tired of your voice.” Damien straightened and headed towards a door that lay on the other side of the pale room. He fiddled with the rusting handle trying to open it, but to no avail. “Where the hell are you?!” Damien yelled at the ceiling, looking for speaker’s somewhere.
“Me? Now where would the fun be if you knew that?” she laughed at his notion.
“It would be a whole lot of fun.” Damien smirked. “Just come out and play with us for a little while.”
“Hmmmm…..your offer is very tempting, Damien dear.” a rustling could be heard along with her voice. “I just might have to take you up on that. Are you ready?” Before Damien had the chance to answer her question, a large explosion occurred on the wall to the team’s left; the wall had caved in, and in the center of the rubble and smoke, a tall, slender figure stood proudly. “It’s been a long time, Damien.” the woman was dark skinned with bright, neon blue hair that fell down past her waist. Her attire consisted of tight black leather pants that stopped at her ankles, a hot pink tank top with slits up the sides, and a black leather jacket with holes in the shoulders. She wore spiked heels, which made her appear even more grandiose than she already was. “So you did get a new team.” she frowned disdainfully.
“Yeah. So what? Were you that attached to my last one? You sure as hell didn’t show it, with all those times you tried killing them.” Damien laughed sarcastically.
“Well, I just thought that you actually held some restraint against people that close to you.” she glanced behind him to look at his team. “I guess I was wrong in that respect. But this team doesn’t look much better.” she grinned. “I’ll have little trouble killing them.” within a blink of an eye, the woman had swiftly moved up to Damien, sword out.
“Man, Cleo, you’re really losing your touch.” Damien smirked; he had already moved one of his stilettos up to block the blow from Cleo.
“I see you haven’t lost yours.” Cleo frowned. She was relying on a lack of skill on Damien’s part. “Let’s see if your team is as quick as you are.” Cleo released her grip on her skinny sword for a moment, moving over towards Kita and Douvin.
“God, move the hell out of the way!” Damien turned rapidly towards Kita and hurled his stiletto through the air. A flash of red painted the air, and Cleo fell at Kita’s feet. He backed away quickly, putting his back to the wall. An evil glare came up from Cleo’s neon green eyes and headed straight for Damien, as he cocked his head triumphantly. “Now how is it that a little girl like this was able to kidnap the niece of a mafia leader?” Damien strode over to Cleo’s bleeding body slowly, waving his gun in his hand.
“Those guards were pathetic.” Cleo spat blood onto the ground next to her. “Besides, who said I was finished?” she smirked, and leapt to her feet in an instant, a wide smirk spreading across her face.
“You’re gonna get yourself hurt, Cleo.” Damien’s smile faded. “Wouldn’t you rather just rejoin the Lacrice? I’m sure they’d be……forgiving.” a laugh came from the Capo, standing to his right.
“Like hell they would. Though it’d be better than dying at the hands of this guy.” Capo motioned towards Damien, who stuck his tongue out innocently.
“Die? I don’t plan on it.” Cleo fixed her feet in the ground, taking an offensive stance.
“Good. That’ll make our little game far more interesting.” Damien smirked. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. A sudden flash of pink and Cleo had disappeared from his sight. He looked up in ecstasy as he felt a sharp pain throbbing at his side. Looking down, he saw Cleo’s trademark blue hair. “You know that doesn’t hurt.” he smiled, loving every second of this pain.
“I do. But it will kill you, nonetheless.” her voice became firm and assertive.
“No, it won’t.” Kita came up behind Cleo in an instant, before she had time to react. He had a spiked chain strewn around her neck, causing deep puncture wounds.
“You damn thing.” she glanced back at Kita; she was in obvious pain. Cleo withdrew her sword from Damien’s side and reversed it, attempting to impale Kita with it. Foreseeing her move, Kita jerked to the side, only intensifying the pain she already felt. “Get that damned thing out of my neck!” she coughed up blood; Kita’s method kept her at bay for the moment, while Damien formulated a plan.
“Hmm…..I think it’s best if we keep you here for a little while.” Damien motioned for Douvin, pulling out a large axe that she had attached to her waist.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Cleo’s eyes widened; she knew what was going to happen next.
“Oh? You know I would.” Damien smiled down at her. “If you’d like to keep them, you’ll need to answer a few questions of mine.”
“Like hell I would.” Cleo glared up at Damien, not caring anymore.
“Alrighty then, let’s start with the left one.” Damien’s grin grew wicked and menacing; his eyes widened excitedly in anticipation. His grin widened when he saw Cleo cringe with horror at what was about to happen. Damien gently lifted the steel axe above his head, and, with a swift thrust, pushed the axe down. Cleo’s scream echoed around the room, and blood seeped beneath Damien’s shoes; he was ecstatic. He wiped his finger against the blood pool collecting around Cleo on the floor, licking the warm red liquid from his fingertip.
“Why, Damien?! Why the hell are you doing this to me?!” Cleo’s eyes welled up in pain.
“Because, it’s fun.” Damien chuckled mockingly. “And you’ve hurt me deeply, Cleo.” his eyes narrowed, though he was still slightly mocking the girl that lay before him. “You should have learned by now not to screw with me.”
“Damien, I think that may be enough.” the Capo raised a hand in front of him, trying to prevent further torture.
“No, it’s not.” Damien glared a the Capo as he backed away in fear. “I still want to know who those three little bastards that were annoying the hell out of me earlier.” Damien scowled at the mere thought of their high-pitched voices.
“They.....are none…..of your…..concern….” Cleo wobbled from the loss of blood. Damien frowned.
“Kita, clot her leg up. I’m not done yet.” Damien leaned in and stroked Cleo’s face gently. He reached down and grabbed the hunk of flesh that was her severed leg, and rubbed it against his skin tenderly. Cleo winced in disgust; her image of Damien couldn’t sink any lower at this point. Kita came over to Cleo and began to stop the bleeding with a bandage he had with him, trying desperately to ignore Damien fondling the severed leg.
“Damien……” Capo rolled his eyes. “I think that’s enough fun for now. Stop playing with rotting flesh.”
“Fine, spoil all my fun.” Damien tossed leg at Cleo, who screamed at the sight of it in her lap. “Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Damien sighed, impatiently waiting for Kita to finish.
“Damien, how long to we plan on keeping her here?” Douvin was curious as to how long the torture would ensue before they returned to their teammates waiting in the van outside.
“Until I’m done, dear girl.” Damien smiled down at Cleo, running his fingers through her hair. His eyes twitched, and the Capo, realizing what was about to happen, grabbed Kita and Douvin and turned them in the other direction. A loud tearing sound was sent bouncing off the walls in the barren room. It sent chills down Douvin and Kita’s spines, for they recognized what it was immediately— the sound of ripping flesh. Cleo’s screams soon followed, and they were filled with pain and anguish. “Your hair smells oh so wonderful, Cleo.” Damien raised the blood soaked hair to his nostrils, smearing some on himself.
“You’re a monster.” Cleo could barely whimper at this point; she reached up to feel her gaping wound, sending shocks of pain through her whole body. Douvin glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide at the sound she had just heard. She felt her knees start to wobble at the sight she was taking in—the blood, the exposed tissue. She had never seen someone this cruel. Douvin could feel herself fall to her knees, splattering the surrounding blood on her own face. “So you finally get to see what kind of monster your boss really is.” Cleo stared over at Douvin, wiping away her own tears. Douvin could hear the silent whimpers she made as Damien picked apart her skin on her remaining leg.
“I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from the pain yet.” Damien chuckled as he fingered his way through the muscle down to the bone in Cleo’s leg. He looked up as she screamed again, with an amused smile upon his face.
“You wouldn’t let me even if I tried.” Cleo’s jaw began to shake; she regretted having a high tolerance for pain.
“Maybe, then…..we should just….take this out….” Damien twisted his arm so it could fit in the hole he had created in her flesh. With a quick maneuver, Damien retracted his arm with such force, he snapped her femur in half. The sound of a breaking broom echoed around the five of them, and Cleo’s moans and shrieks made the rest of the team look the other way. By now, Damien’s face was dripping with fresh blood, and his face shimmered with excitement; he hadn’t had this much fun in awhile.
“Please Damien….stop….” Cleo clutched at Damien’s coat sleeve in desperation. “Just kill me now! Please! Someone!” she looked around at the others, their backs facing her in ignorance.
“Don’t touch me.” Damien’s face grew annoyed; he quickly whipped out his second stiletto and thrust it upward into her slender arm. His grin returned when he saw her scream in absolute pain.
“Should we really turn a blind eye to this?” Douving leaned over and whispered in the Capo’s ear.
“It’s the only thing we can do.” Capo cleared his throat, breaking the eerie silence that hung in the air. “Besides, you don’t know her like we do. She deserves every bit of this.” Capo glanced down at Damien, who proceeded to saw off Cleo’s right arm as she screamed in anguish. “Well, most of it.”
“Well, whatever she deserves, Damien needs to hurry up.” Kita glanced around nervously. “I really don’t like this place, and I would like to leave soon.”
“Yeah……Damien!” the Capo turned to face Damien, who had just severed Cleo’s arm and was soaked in blood. “I think it’s about time we wrap this up, okay? You’ve had your fun, but we need to get out of here soon.”
“Fine.” Damien stood, staring down a Cleo. “Set her on fire. I love the smell of burning flesh.” he grinned menacingly, and Capo sifted through his pockets for his lighter. “Good thing I carry lots of hairspray with me at all times.” Damien chuckled as he waved a can of hairspray in Cleo’s horrified face. She rolled her head back, knowing that this torture would be over soon. With a flick of his thumb, Damien flipped the cap of the can off; it splattered blood on the bottom of Damien’s already soaked pants. Preparing himself, the Capo lifted the lighter that he had found in his pocket and flipped the switch on it; Damien sprayed a massive amount of hairspray in Cleo’s direction, igniting with the flame and causing Cleo’s skin to catch fire. A grin crept across her face; she was happy that it was all going to be over soon.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:03 pm
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Get the spelling right for the Lacrice. x3
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