... The ball was now sitting right at the end of an alley. Damon felt anxious knowing he wasn't within shouting distance of the adults. Boston, as confident as ever, turned the corner to the alley with Damon right behind him. Damon then felt the most incredible, unfathomable, horrific fear he had ever felt in his entire life.
There were 2 men, both wearing all black boots, jeans, gloves, and sweatshirts with hoods on. They were tall to Damon. At least six feet high towering over both he and Boston. Damon glanced down at Boston's legs. They were shaking. He could hear Boston whimpering. This was a side of Boston he had never seen before. Boston had always been confident and extroverted. Seeing him reduced to a scared child terrified Damon. One of the two men was bouncing the kickball. As Damon looked closer, he could see both of the men had bright blue eyes. So bright that they seemed to be glowing. They had slits for pupils just like cats. Around both their eyes were dark rings. Like the skin around it was dying. Veins protruded from the dark rings. They were black like oil, like there was something else flowing through them besides blood. There weren't words to describe the level of fear inside Damon. He tried to run but his legs couldn't move. He tried to yell, but all that came out was a quiver. These men were the definition of terror. They were walking, breathing fear.
There was silence. All that could be heard was the bouncing of the kickball and the whistling of a warm lonely wind from the hot Arizona climate. Boston took a step back. The moment he did so one of the men grabbed Boston by the collar of his shirt with one arm and slammed him into the brick wall of the alley. Now, being held 7 feet in the air dangling for his life Boston screamed. The man pulled Boston back and slammed him into the wall knocking him unconscious. The man then turned to Damon and said in a distorted cackley voice "Kill the spare"! Damon quivered as the second hooded man slowly walked toward him.
The man took his right glove off revealing an "X" mark on his palm. He slowly brought his hand up to Damon's face until his hand was wide open, six inches in front of Damon's face. Damon looked into the man's bright glowing eyes. The black veins grew into his entire face as if they were taking over his body. He smiled a wide smile. The corners of his smile stretched far beyond what was normal for a human being. The skin of the man's cheeks melted off to reveal razor-sharp teeth. Damon sat in terror. Unable to move. The man exhaled abruptly as a crackle of electricity could be heard as Damon witnessed a spark ignite in the palm of the man's hand and dance up his arm in an instant. BANG Damon heard as everything went black. He heard a ringing in his ears louder than he had ever heard before. He was lying down on the ground. Damon opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurry he couldn't make out where he was.
He looked at the ground and saw a red liquid falling from him. As he blinked rapidly his vision came into focus. He felt the warm red liquid falling from his head. He touched his head and looked at his hand. It was covered in blood. Damon looked around vigorously. He was across the four-lane street from the man in the alley. He rolled over to see a car within a foot of him. The car doors had a dent the size of Damon in it with both driver side windows broken.
He looked across the street to the man. The entire sleeve of his hoodie had been seared off by whatever he just did. The now seared cuff on his shoulder from the hoodie was bright red with heat. Steam came off the man's hand. "I have to move." Damon thought to himself. He tried to stand up but had an immediate realization that scared him. He couldn't move his legs. He looked down to see both of his legs contorted and broken from being flung across the street and into the car by whatever he was hit with.
"No." he whimpered to himself as he glared across the street at the two men. The man who launched him across the street put his arm down and cracked his knuckles. He began walking toward Damon. "I have to move!" Damon said to himself again. The man was getting closer, approaching fast. Damon tried and tried, but his legs wouldn't move. "I have to crawl away!" he thought. Damon fought as hard as he could. He was able to crawl about one foot before coughing up blood and collapsing. The man was over halfway across the street now. Damon was panting "It's no use." he thought. He rolled over onto his back fighting his hardest to breathe through the blood that was now inside his lungs.
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The Monitors
ActionDamon Archer has a traumatizing past that to this day intervenes with his daily life. His entire life he's had therapists, psychologists, even his own mother tell him he was ill and needed medication. His entire world is flipped upside down when he...
