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Story Day - 0 Part 2

Discussion in 'Literature' started by TheMafias, Jul 23, 2018.

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  1. TheMafias

    TheMafias Something wise

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    The smell of dried blood and rats in his cell woke Daemon up from his unconscious state, he grabbed his head and sighed in pain. They should've just executed me, he thought to himself. He stood up and looked around his cell, they only provided him with a broken toilet that hardly worked and an unmade bed that probably hasn't been washed in days. He went to the toilet and looked inside of it and put his hand in front of his hand. His arm started to glow a bit and he clenched his eyes and slowly rolled up into the corner.


    "Ay, punk, they **** ya up again?", A voice shouted from the other cell shouted mockingly, "I heard uh Lil birdie say we gettin our chance atcha soon son". A few other voices starting laughing at the remark and egging him on. There were a few popping sounds from metal smashing into each other. The Prison officers started hitting cells to shut prisoners up, the banging crept closer and closer. Daemon tensed up when the banging finally stopped at his cell and a voice started to speak.


    "You doing alright in there?" The voice was Officer York's, Daemon didn't have to look up to know who it was. The cell opened and he walked in, "I heard what the Riot squad did to ya man, just wanted to see how you were doing." York walked cockily towards Daemon, flipping over his bed. "You know you are getting pretty good treatment Mr. Forlorn", He leaned in closer to Daemon who was covering his ears and rocking back and forth. York noticed the veins in Daemons arms pulsing white and blue. "You are a freak of nature, you infernals are just another accident, pretty soon there will be no more of you."


    York stood up and headed out of the cell, once he was out he waved towards another officer to close the cell. He pulled out his baton and slowly dragged it across cells, staring at Daemon as he disappeared past his cell, creating the banging again.


    Daemon reluctantly stood up and put his bed back to how it was, sitting in his bed he reached out to book inside of the pillow sheet that he stole from one of the other inmates. They never checked his cell as they normally were to busy harassing him to do so. It was story probably about some lawyer but that never really interested him, the man on the cover he looked at most, dressed in a dress suit and carrying a briefcase.


    He leaned back and studied the ceiling, a voice continued to call out to him from another cell, "Ay ya nevah talk back to me man, ya nervous or what?", they never really left him alone. Oddly enough most prisoners never really messed with Daemon, but a few felt threatened by him and wanted to set some dominance. His thoughts started to trial off tuning out the desperate mockery. Eventually, he noticed a tan file on the floor, York must have left it there I guess, Daemon sat on the floor next to it and opened it. One photo revealed itself, an Asian male, dark short hair, and seemed pretty normal in any other aspect. Daemon started looking at more factual information in the file rather than rely only on his eyes.


    The man's name is Adrian Kim, he has a deceased mother, brother and apparently has been a fugitive for three months. A huge voice boomed through the prison block, "Lights out!", lights began to flicker off, all cells and hallways turned dark. Daemon rubbed his hand through his face into his hair, I really don't need this right now, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes to focus a bit. His hands started to slowly pulse and have a bright glow, the area around him became a lot clearer. He moved started to read more about the fugitive, seems he can control people he takes in some form. Infernal researchers guess he must have either a power to control someone's muscle tissue, the primary motor cortex of the brain, or some yet seen method of physical force. Not much is known about him personally outside his targets, who all seem to be a woman between the ages of 23-32 and all are of Asian descent. Some documents of his school, work, and other activities didn’t seem to really bring much information new to the fugitive


    After closing the file deciding he read enough for the night, a couple of papers fell out of the file revealing another person he didn’t even notice. A younger looking male named Moirai, his left eye in the photo is green and his right eye being a dark brown, Daemon noted his zombie-like appearance matches his own, doesn’t seem there is any info on him other than his name. The paper itself was blacked out. Why is this in here if this is classified, Daemon thought. He stuffed it all back into the folder and his glow slowly dimmed out. Climbing in bed, he felt chills manifesting in his body, what could he do against someone who controls someone.
     
  2. SoullessAngel_

    SoullessAngel_ Ayo why you lookin

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    Very interesting...
     
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