Damon stared at the moving Sia in awe, she just killed two men without any form of remorse, she'd taken two lives in less than a minute and she was walking away without even giving a second glance. He shook off the surprise and began to rush towards her, his mind thinking about a lot of things. He had no idea who Sia was because from what she'd done a few minutes ago, she was more than the shy, lovely, and ever-smiling Sia, right now she looks cold and murderous. "Which way to go, weakling?" She asked, turning to face him once they were out of the room.Damon arched his brow, "What did you just say?" He asked, giving her a blank stare. "I'm just asking you which way to go, no need to give me such looks." She purred and he gave her a scornful look. "Since you're the boss, why don't you lead the way." He said in mockery."Don't play games with me, boy, I could kill you and no one would know." She threatened, dangling the gun in her hand. "Just do it, believe me... I don't give a fu
The whole club was in disarray, everyone hustled out of the club in abundance, Damon was furious with himself for being sluggish in reaching Sia. He looked for other alternatives to go into the room but there was no success, the club was huge, with different sections but this particular room had no other entrance but the door alone. He uttered profanity angrily and kicked the door violently resulting in it giving in, he was surprised that the door opened, since the door was opened, it only means one thing, it was unlocked moments before it was locked because he'd tried to open it several times before. He looked back to be sure everything was going as planned and began to move inside steadily, he can't kill anyone but that doesn't mean he can't get killed. Darn General Leo for this! If he dies, his blood would be in his hands, not that the general cares, he had hundreds of blood in his hands so it won't matter a bit to him. "Let me go, let me go!!!" A female voice shrieked, her vo
Damon's eyes widened when he saw the supposed hideout of the criminals that kidnapped Sia; it was a clubhouse bustling with life and energy. He checked his phone again, and the location given by the general was pointing exactly at that clubhouse. The clubhouse was close to the city, so it wouldn't be that suspicious if he decided to go in. Something in his head whispered, ‘This is a suicide mission’ And he couldn't agree more with the voice, everyone on the base had wished him farewell, some even betting on his life and most people bet on the fact that he won't come back alive. The general had personally dropped him off before he zoomed off to the city, he'd told him he'd wait for him at that same spot in the next four hours, and if he doesn't come out in the next four hours, he'd consider him dead and from the intensity in his voice, he'd meant every word he said. He took a deep breath and began to head towards the clubhouse, he began to wonder what Sia came to do here that led t
A large man lifted Damon and dropped him hard on the boxing ring floor, made a high jump, and landed on his body. A loud deep cheering voices of men could be heard, they were cheering for the bigger man while Damon clutched his stomach that's In a mess. Every part of him was in pain, and he knew more pain would come, that had been the routine now for months, the general would give him an opposition and whenever he wins, he sets him up with bigger ones. The man he's currently facing is Larry's elder brother, the man he'd killed by mistake five months ago, and he's bent on killing him now to avenge his silly dead brother. Larry was General Leo's messenger and secretary, they'd all played a trick on him that night to scare him, but their prank backfired on them when he died. They were punished severely for trying such dirty pranks on the base, and hence Damon already made himself a whole bunch of enemies before he stepped out of his hospital bed. They've not made life easy for him,
Damon's cheek burnt due to the intensity of the slap he was given, he had no idea what the general was talking about. Did he expect him to hug and kiss the man who wanted to kill him? He hadn't intended to kill him, everything he did was purely based on self-defense and survival instincts. “Bloody bastard!” The general spat angrily.A few men came and saw the scene in front of them, the general turned to look at them, his eyes blazing with anger.“What's the meaning of this? Who sent Larry into this room?” He asked, but none of the men could answer.“Get rid of the body now and let this be the last time this silly prank should be played in my base. For your punishments, two hundred push-ups in the training ground now!” He ordered, and one of the men immediately picked up Larry's body.Damon noticed the hateful glare they all gave him before they left the room. He had so many questions to ask, but there was no one to ask. Most of his body weight was relaxed on the wall, and he was
“What do you want?” Damon's husky voice demanded, but no answer came from him, and it only made him angry.He could barely lift his body weight, and now he's been attacked by some unknown man. He had no slightest idea about what was going on, all his body was etched with confusion. “Stand up!” The intruder ordered snappily, the urgency in his voice irked Damon. He has no idea who the man was or what he wants, but he despises the way he ordered him. “I don't think that is possible, I'm just recovering from a coma and my body is still weak from being dormant for several months.” He replied casually, not giving a care in the world what the man with the gun would do to him if he failed to comply with his orders. Heavy angry footsteps began to thud on the floor and Damon braced himself for the worst to happen. He hates being ordered around, and within a few hours of waking up from unconsciousness, he could tell what he likes and what he doesn't. The intruder punched him hard in the fac
The general looked at Damon with a confused expression on his face, the young man appeared to be in a daze, he was murmuring to himself, his eyes glued to the pendant he was holding. "My name is Damon... Yes, my name is Damon." He said a bit louder, his eyes darting from the scar on his left arm to the pendant he was holding.The woman in his dream had called him Damon and given him the pendant promising to be back for him but she didn't, then the scar... It can't be a coincidence, it just can't be. "Your name is Damon, right?" The doctor inquired and Damon's head turned towards his direction."Yes. My name is Damon, I guess." He mumbled the reply."Is your name Damon or not?" The general asked, apparently frustrated by the uncertainty of the man. Damon frowned his face, eyes consolidating on the impatient-looking man, "I'm not sure, sir but I'll take the name." He replied, wondering why the man was so impatient with him.The general let out a grunt of frustration and turned toward
"Mummy?" The voice of a crying child called looking into the darkness, there was no one in sight, as he looked on and on, all he could see was pitch darkness.‘Don't be afraid of the dark, embrace it.’ A voice hummed in his young mind and more tears fell off his eyes, his little fingers clutching a silver pendant hanging around his neck. He began to move slowly, steadily but his sluggish steps also depict fear, the fear of abandonment. His mother is nowhere to be found, has she truly abandoned him? His small legs connected with a stone, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, a sharp thorny object piercing deep into his left arm and he let out a shrill childish mewl filled with pain and sorrowful moans. He waited for his mom or dad to come running towards him, to pick him up and pacify him but when nothing came forth, he stood and sat on his butt, pulling the sharp object that was stuck deep in his arm with tears cascading freely from his eyes. "Mom?" He called, his tiny voice rasp