Damien--Installment Two

“He’s obviously alive, you dimwits.”1

Vince was irritated, his mind racing towards the most obvious conclusion.  The search party that they had dispatched returned with undesired news--news of Malar’s death, and news that Damien was nowhere to be found.2

However, this search crew jumped to the conclusion that Damien had perished along with Malar. Although they could not find a body, the score of men had decided that Damien was, in fact, a corpse.3

“How could he be alive!? That shack fell like, two hundred feet and smashed into smithereens!” The tone that his goon had taken with him only further infuriated Vince.4

“He’s alive because THERE WAS NO BODY! Don’t you get it? He’s alive and he’s wandering off somewhere to plot his revenge! You men really ARE as retarded as they come, aren’t you?”5

Vince spat on the ground in disgust and waved his hand to dismiss his follower.6

“Get out of my sight.”
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Sean Wilcox was a traditional family man. He had two kids with his wife, Emma, and he had a job working at the post office. He made eight dollars an hour, and he worked daily. His hair was black, and it was medium length; his wife’s hair was long and black as well. They had two black headed children, Joseph and Erin, who were just as average as their parents. Joseph’s hair being short, and Erin’s hair being nearly as long her mother’s.8

They lived in an mediocre, red house that was just three minutes away from the city, and inside of this house were three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and a plain garage out front with a medium-priced yellow vehicle normally parked inside.9

Even an ordinary family like this has its extraordinary events, however…10

Damien wandered aimlessly towards the east, hoping to hit some sort of civilization soon. Sand had rested in the lacerations on his body, and he felt as if he was on fire. He had no idea where civilization was, or if he would even find it at any time soon.11

He was trudging through the desert for hours, never stopping to rest even for an instant. It was as if he had an unfathomable ammount of energy. His never-ceasing efforts payed off, however, when he spotted a tiny, red house in the distance.12

“Finally!”13

Damien sprinted towards this dwelling just as the Wilcox family was pulling up. He dived in a green bush outside of their home and waited.14

“Dammit!” Sean screamed as his garage door slammed down on the hood of his car. “The fucking door is broken again!”15

He quickly stepped out of his car and threw the door, cracking his own window, and stormed into his home.16

The remaining three of the dark-haired family walked into their home and settled down, not wanting to confront the angered man. The sun was setting in the background, causing the sky to turn pink. Damien started to sneak towards the house when the moon finally reared its head into the peaks of the heavens.17

The lights from the house were illuminating the pathway towards the family’s garage. Damien silently crept along this path, keeping a constant watch near the windows so that he would not be spotted.18

He crouched low and snuck under the garage door, all the while checking his surroundings. He noted a small pond to the east of this house as he snuck in and looked for an entrance to the house.19

Damien spotted the gray breaker box and noiselessly skulked towards it. He concentrated on his hands and claws sprouted from his finger tips. He slashed the door to shreds and ripped the breaker box to pieces, throwing chunks of metal across the room and sparks all over his face and arms.20

The lights of the Wilcox family shut off. The already agitated Sean grew forever angrier.21

“Now what is it?! Motherfucking lights! I’m telling you, Emma! This house is a piece of shit, and I want to move the fuck out of it!”22

“Sean! Calm down, honey. It’s only a blown breaker or something! It’s pro-”23

“Don’t give me that bullshit. All of the lights in this house are off! I bet you forgot to pay the damn electric bill, didn’t you?”24

Sean didn’t let his wife reply. He merely stomped off towards the garage. On his way, he snatched up a large yellow flashlight from the china cabnet and flipped it on.25

The beam of light that protruded from this flashlight was dim. Sean slapped the flashlight against the palm of his hand, cursing the flashlight in every word he could think of.26

The light beam enlarged as Sean finally pushed the door into his garage open and stepped inside. He flashed the light on the breaker box and gasped.27

“What the FUCK happened!? We BLEW a breaker, alright!”28

As Sean spun around, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He dismissed this as nothing as he started to walk towards the living room.29

He heard something crash behind him and turned back around, startled by the sudden noise. His flashlight was going out as he pointed it back towards the source of the sudden crash.30

He saw a disfigured face for a few seconds before his light went out. His heart started to race and he started to sweat. He smacked his flashlight until it again lit, and he stared back towards where he saw the face.31

“There’s…nothing there…”32

He wiped the sweat from his brow and spun around again, coming face-to-face with Joseph.33

“Holy SHIT son, you scared me!“34

“Sorry. Mom sent me after you, she says she can’t find her phone.“35

The males walked towards their remaining family, who were huddled together on their couch. Sean told them about the ‘exploded’ breaker box, leaving out the detail of his sighting of a slashed face.36

“Well, my phone’s dead as a doorknob,” Joseph remarked, smirking at his own irresponsibility.37

“I’ve misplaced mine, dear. I’m unsure where I left it last and it would be difficult to find it in the dark,” Emma stated, feeling ashamed that she had lost her phone for the umpteenth time.38

‘If only this piece of shit had signal…’ Sean thought, staring at his phone. The antenna had snapped off last week when he slipped on an ice cube left lying on the kitchen floor and landed in an awkward way, smashing half of his phone.
“Wait, I know where mine is! It’s in the car! I’ll go out to the car to get it. I left it there on accident…I needed to text Jennie anyway.”39

Erin hopped off of the couch and started towards the car, brushing her bruise-hued hair away from her sparkling emerald eyes. She opened the car door upon her arrival and reached inside to grab her Razor from the back seat.40

She grabbed her phone, hitting a button on the side and it lit up. She saw Damien’s flayed face and screamed as he grasped her wrist and yanked her inside the car, pulling her arm out of socket. He slammed her face-first into the window and started to slash her, lapping the blood off of his claws after each set of twos. After thirty seconds of constant clawing, Damien ripped out Erin’s throat and she stopped her screaming instantly. He stretched his entire mouth out and latched his rows of pointed teeth onto her bleeding throat, sucking as much of the crimson liquid as he could down his rotting throat.41

Damien released his prey, re-poppping his jaw back into place and shoving her skull into the window once again, shattering the glass into pieces. Damien shoved her body into the door, ripping the door off of the yellow vehicle and sending her lifeless corpse flying across the lawn. Damien leaped out of the car and dashed towards the water he had noticed earlier.42

As Damien dived into the cool liquid, Sean came running out of the house. He had heard his daughter shriek, then moments later heard a loud crash. He saw his car and inhaled sharply. It was painted crimson with blood, and the passenger side’s back door was lying on the ground a few feet away from it’s original resting place. The most shocking out of all of these sightings was his daughter lying maimed on the olivine grass, blood slowly leaking out of the large gash in her throat.43

“ERIN!!” Sean yelled he darted over towards his only daughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. He grasped his child’s soulless figure and held it against his chest as he wept uncontrollably.44

Damien slowly raised his head in the water behind Sean, watching the man sob with a look of satisfaction affixed to his demonic face. He was even more content as the water had washed most of the sand out of his body by itself. He silently wiped his fingers into the ruts in his hideous frame, wiping the rest of the sand clean out his physique.45

Emma, accompanied by Joseph, scurried out of their home to see what the man of the house had shouted about. When Emma saw him holding her daughter close to him, crying like she had never seen a man cry before, her eyes started to leak as well. The closer she got towards the duo, the more of her daughter’s destroyed body she could see.46

She was speechless, unable to make any noise other than the irrepressible sounds that escaped her throat as she wailed.47

Joseph dropped to his knees in shock and started crying as well. His knees sunk into the lawn as he started punching the ground in frustration. He could not believe his eyes--he just could not believe them.48

Joseph grabbed a handful of dirt from the lawn and shoved it into his eyes, as if it would somehow help clense them and let him see the truth--that his sister was alive and the world was completely as it should be, undisturbed by their presence and his parents were not devastated.49

Emma dashed over to her sun and embraced him, yanking his arms from his eyes and attempting to scold him for endeavoring to blind himself, but she couldn’t speak.50

Damien forced himself back under water and kept himself from chuckling. He did not want to give away his location. He sat in silence until the shocked trio of mourners started their sluggish travel back into their abode. Sean pushed his son into the sink in their kitchen and turned the water on, commanding him to wash out his eyes.51

As his son did so, he sat his wife down on their couch and tried to comfort her, holding back his own tears with all of his strength. His eyes felt like they were set aflame, and he was choking out half of his words.52

‘I am a man. I need to be strong in these times. I need to comfort my wife and try to get in contact with the police,’ Sean thought, his mind racing as his thoughts sped through as he tried to think of some solution.53

Sean told his wife to stay still as he ran to find their gun. The .38 caliber handgun was resting comfortably inside a locked drawer inside their white bedroom. As he dropped to the floor and reached for the hidden silver key underneath his dresser, he heard his wife scream. Now panicking, he fumbled with the key, attempting to shove the gleaming metal into the lock. After a few precious seconds passed, he managed to unlock his wooden drawer and fling it open, grasping the cool metal gun with his now-sweaty palm and yanking the weapon into the air.54

He sprinted towards the living room, tripping as he forced himself to lunge forward. He caught himself on the ground by forcing his hand into the carpet, and kept trying to dash towards his family he had left behind.55

When Sean emerged into his living room, his wife was nowhere to be found. He rushed into the kitchen to see if Joseph was there.56

Upon his appearance in the kitchen, he found his son sitting on the counter, lying against the window and bleeding all over the sink and floor. He stared at the sight with empty eyes--eyes that were hollowing out as he stared at the disturbing scene.57

Sean was knocked into the refrigerator, shoving the large ivory machine into the wall behind it. Blood trickled from the abrasion on his forehead as his eyes slowly started come back into focus.58

The mangled face from before was inches from his, staring him in the eyes and wearing a large grin. His eyes were like cat eyes--horizontally slit rather than circular like most human eyes. Sean was petrified in fear, barely able to breathe. He could only gaze into the eyes of evil.59

“Hello, Sean.” Damien inched his claws towards the man’s face, twisting his neck all the way around until his mouth was where his forehead should be. He cackled as he lashed his tongue outward, lapping Sean’s forehead for blood as he slowly closed his razor-sharp claws on his victim’s nose. Pain registered in Sean’s brain--a sharp, unbearable pain that felt as if it would never terminate. Blood decanted from the incisions the demon had made in his prey’s face.60

Damien gouged Sean’s legs, running his fingers straight into the tile flooring below. Sean screamed in agony, squirming to get away from Damien as spasms of horror tingled
backward and forward down his spine.61

Damien ripped his retractable claws from the flesh of Sean and started off towards the living room, throwing a reclining chair into the opposite wall, crashing through the sheet rock and throwing dust and chunks of walling, wood, and fabric across the room, showering the entire area in rubble.62

Emma’s bleeding body was sprawled out on the floor, gasping for oxygen as she was coated in a barrage of debris. Damien grabbed the half-lifeless figure and slung it through the wall, into the kitchen.63

Chortling in glee, he leaped through the gaping hole in the frame of the house and landing right in front of the mutilated body of the now-deceased woman.64

He grabbed Sean by the collar and shoved his face into his wife’s, screaming at him to look at her. Sean shut his eyes, not wanting to see the love of his life in such shape. Damien flipped Sean around and slit his eyelids horizontally, vertically, and then completely off of his skull.65

“NOW look at her!”66

Sean started to vomit, disgusting his twisted attacker. “I’m through with you anyway,” he calmly stated as he drove his claws through the back of Sean’s neck.67

Damien calmly strolled out of the house and jumped back into the pond outside of the obliterated home.68

Damien lifted his head back out of the water, hiding himself behind some rocks and under some lily pads, and drifted into a deep sleep, all the while sinking underwater until he was completely submerged.69

When he jerked awake, he noticed the sun high in the sky over head. He heard police sirens and saw the blue and red flashing lights dance across the surface of the ice-cold water he dunked under.70

Damien looked at the lawn--it had changed since he had slept. There was yellow tape surrounding the scene and there were police crawling around every inch of the lawn. Uncertain whether he should even move or not at this point, he sat in waiting as he watched the police comb the area for evidence of any kind that could help them identify a perpetrator.71

Damien decided it was best to attempt to sneak away. He tried to slink silently out of the water and into the bushes, but one of the searching cops spotted him.72

“You! Stop right there!”73

Damien had no plans on stopping, however. He merely vaulted himself into the sky, landing on the opposite side of the bushes. He started sprinting, slamming his feet onto the parched earth as quickly as his legs would allow him. He was northbound, determined to get his revenge on Vince and his entire crew while enjoying himself along the way.74

“Here I come, Vincey boy!”75

The police emerged from the lush bushes and pointed their guns towards the dust clouds. One officer picked up his radio and spoke into it.76

“We have a suspect on the run. He’s heading north from the Wilcox crime scene. He looked like he was bloody, had disgusting clothes on, dirty hair…looked like a true freak.”
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Vince was pleased. His man inside the police station had reported that there was a sighting of Damien.78

“He fit the profile, Boss. He fit it perfectly.”79

“Good. Help them hunt Damien down, and when you do…blow his fucking brains out!”80