Jamey slowly tapped his fingers on his desk. He knew Alex and Max wouldn't agree, they're smarter then that, but he at least had the other other one, the one that was practically useless to him... or so he thought. After doing some extensive research over the past several days and contacting some outside help, he realized how useful this Faz Wilde person can be. He quickly took out his cellphone and called Jerry, "Jerry" Jamey said after Jerry picked it up. "Bring Faz over to my office immediately" Jerry grunted on the other end and rubbed his eyes. "You do know it's like 3 in the morning hm?" he answered groggily. Jamey checked his watch and went silent.
"Just wake him up and send him in" Jamey heard Jerry mutter something along the lines of 'Jinx could've easily done that, but no, you had to make him leave' and made Jamey growl softly, before hanging up. He rubbed his face, he was tired and he knew it, but it was no time to rest. He needed to test his theory. He looked at his hand and watched it slowly turn red and grow sharp claws. The Haylel's were called demons for a very good reason, nobody's actually seen what they can do and the people who were actually able to, wouldn't live to tell the tale. If you saw them and made it out alive? Consider yourself lucky, but it'll already be bad enough that you'll probably be hunted for.
Jamey stared at his hand, why was he given this.. demonic power? It made him.. malicious and sometimes he'd find himself smiling so sinisterly, that even Jamey didn't know who he was looking at. It started when he first dealt with... the incident. Why couldn't he remember anything? Why? The only thoughts running in his head were.. blood. He wanted blood and he wanted to spill the blood, but.. when he saw all the blood he was covered in.. it made him vomit. Yet... he wanted more of it, would he... get used to it?
Jamey snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open and returned his hand to normal. Faz timidly walked in, looking down. The boy looked... tired and he his eyes were puffy, probably from all the crying he did. "Ah. Welcome back" Jamey greeted and got up, he visibly noticed Faz flinch and slowly made his way to him. His footsteps sounded loudly as he circled Faz, in the big empty room, besides his desk and the windows. Faz held his suit and tried his best not to shake, 'S-show no fear' he thought and jumped when both his shoulders were grabbed. "You seem really shaky" Jamey's gruff voice told him from behind. Faz started shaking as he started speaking in a small voice, "M-my a-apologies M-Mr. H-Haylel" He felt tears prick in his eyes, 'no! Don't cry right now!!' He held them back as he heard shuffling from behind him.
"Y'know, your pretty brave for a.. how old are you? Twelve?" Again shuffling. Faz swallowed down a lump in his throat and did his best to speak up, "S-seventeen s-sir" The shuffling stopped. "Huh" Jamey said, "could've fooled me" Faz's eyes went wide as he felt something cold and metallic press against his neck skin. He started panicking, it was a knife, he literally had a knife against his neck, he started hyperventilating, but heard shushes from Jamey. "Relax. It won't hurt a bit" He winced as he felt the blade drag down his skin. It hurt like hell and he hated it. Jamey chuckled as he slowly made a cross on his neck, an upside down cross, such is the mark of the Haylel Clan. Of course he lied, otherwise the poor kid was gonna start crying all over again. Jamey made sure to go a bit deeper, but not to deep that it'll kill him, but enough to make it scar. If it healed, he'll do it again or just burn it in.
Faz felt tears roll down his cheek, he was in hell. He was actually in hell and he couldn't do anything, but cry. He heard Jamey tsk and soon the knife was gone. "Let's get it cleaned up, don't want that thing getting infected now do we?" He turned Faz around and watched as Faz's eyelids started getting heavier, why did Faz suddenly... feel so tired? His eyes started to close as he watched Jamey's smile grow.
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Jamey blew out smoke as walked down the sidewalks of his city. It was such a beautiful early morning, it was so peaceful and quiet. Nothing but the sounds of two sets of footsteps. He watched as a few cars passed by, making sure he himself was in the shadows as the person behind him, followed willfully. He sighed, "I haven't felt this much peace in awhile, don't you agree?" The person beside him nodded. "Well then, let's visit our beauty burlesque house shall we?" He stopped in front of an alleyway, made sure no one was around, he walked down it. The person followed behind, taking out a crowbar.
