Chapter 07.

A deep sigh escaped Damon's mouth as he neared the seaport that would take him to his destination.

Destination?

In a true sense, he has no destination in mind because he'd live most of his life in this country. He doesn't know where the ship would take him but all he knows is that he needs to leave this country that has caused him nothing but pangs of pains and sorrows.

He has only a few dollars with him which he doubts would suffice him for a week wherever he'll be going.

The ship he's traveling in is operating illegally; it is used by underground Dons to ship their drugs and weapons from one country to another, due to some connection he has, he was able to arrange for his transportation on such a short notice. At desperate times, even what is termed illegal becomes legal.

After his identification, he was allowed inside the ship and immediately he entered an eerie feeling clouding his senses resulting in his guts tightening and getting alerted.

He was given a dimly lit room that stench in odors he can not describe at all, he's sensitive to such an environment ever since he was a child but his body had adapted to it owing to the fact that a beggar has no right to make a choice. He grew up appreciating every little thing he's given and he's used to that.

His body was not at peace in this environment, nothing seems right.

Something will go wrong. He's sure of it, he doesn't know whether to call it a gift or a curse...his body always knows when danger is looming, coming or pending, it has saved him lots of time and has gotten him in trouble when he acts irrationally after getting such feelings.

He took a calm breath trying to compose himself in every way possible. Dangers are lurking around in every corner of the ship, his body must have picked the wrong signal...he hopes so.

No matter how hard he tries to shake off the feeling, it lingers giving him goosebumps and accelerated heart beats.

"Hey bro." A voice called and he made a quick agile turn towards the voice.

The ship was dimly lit making it almost impossible to have a clear vision of anything.

"Hey." He replied with a husky voice as the voice stood a few feet from him.

"You're new here?" The voice asked.

"Yeah." He muttered indicating indirectly to the man that he's not happy with intrusion of his privacy.

"I'm Mickie, what's your name?" The man introduced but that only earned a silent grunt from Damon.

"I'm Damon."

"Where are you heading to?"

Damon doesn't like this man, there's something odd about him and his instincts keep whispering things he can't fathom but he's sure of one thing, this man is definitely giving him the wrong kicks.

He looks around and there's this strange feeling overcoming him again, a strange feeling that someone or people are watching him in the dimly lit room. The ship is in motion now and he thinks it's the right time to leave the room, perhaps a fresh air would do some good to his system and rid him of this strangely annoying man. The eerie feeling he's having is becoming stronger by the second and that's giving him head ache and a heart that's beating at rapid rate.

"Anywhere the ship takes me, now if you'll excuse me, I want to receive some fresh air." He said with a blank expression and began to head out.

"Stop!" The order came sharply from the man.

"Yes?" Damon questioned without turning back wondering what gave him such audacity to order him.

"It's very stormy outside and the captain wants everyone to be inside. One might fall off the ship due to turbulence and I strongly advise you against going out. I've been on this ship for a long time and I've seen many terrible accidents. Just stay here while we have a good chit chat." The man's voice was getting closer to his ear and the hairs on his body rose giving him huge goosebumps and he didn't ignore such signs.

Damon immediately turned around in time to dodge an object that was definitely intended to hit him.

Mickie gave a low chuckle as the iron rod he swung at him missed, "nice dodge, you've got a good survival instinct but you won't survive here tonight." Mickie growled

Damon's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Mickie steadied the iron in his hands again ready to strike at him. He immediately shakes the daze off and tries to defend himself by launching forward to get Mickie before he strikes at him again.

Mickie was fast but not too fast for Damon who immediately got him down to the floor resulting in both somersaulting, a struggle ensued between two and Damon successfully knocked the weapon out of his hand.

Damon was immediately to pin him down to the floor, "who sent you!?" He roared the question and a thunder clash in the sky bringing forth a spark of lightning that illuminated the room.

"Kiss Mickie's ass because he won't say a word to you." Mickie shouted back trying to free himself of his hold.

A big punch landed on Mickie's face and when Damon raised his fist to deliver another one to his face, he felt dizzy suddenly as his stomach made a strange noise that affected his whole body making him weak suddenly.

With the new excruciating pain, his whole body was weakened and in almost a flash, he felt something bang his head hard.

His hand left his stomach to his head and his palm came in contact with something liquid, with a slow movement, he fell from Mickie's body to the floor and the last thing he heard before another bang on his head happen leading to a black out was Mickey's annoying laughter and thunder clashing in the night sky.

A man in all black embraced him to himself and he lost it all.