More time had passed. It was now May. The sounds of Damon and Rowen trading blows could be heard echoing through the mountains. Damon was evenly matching Rowen. He had the patterns from the mark up to his elbow. "Alright, that's enough for now." Rowen said. Damon nodded. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled deeply. The marks retreated from his elbow to the X on his palm. They both walked over to the chairs and sat down. "I'm glad you're finally getting the hang of those." Rowen said as he pointed to the marks. "Yeah, me too." Damon replied. "Does he still bother you?" Rowen asked. Damon sat in silence for about ten seconds.
"As long as I don't let the marks go farther than my elbows I don't hear him." Damon said referring to Dark Damon. "I am sure if I keep training, I will gain the ability to let them go farther up my arm without losing consciousness and submitting control to him." Damon said while clenching his fist. Rowen nodded. "Even letting them grow up to my elbows boosts my strength two to three times what it is with just Ryker's mark." Damon said. "However, the drawback is that when they recede I am completely drained. Even right now I don't think I could stand up, and I used them for maybe twenty minutes." Damon said while looking at the mountains in the distance.
Rowen put his hand on Damon's shoulder. "I want you to know I am very proud of you. You're the strongest, and most talented student I have ever trained." Rowen said. Damon smiled. "Thank you". Rowen nodded with a smile. "I'd say you're almost ready for the final test." Rowen said. "And what would that be?" Damon replied. "There's been a Precursor sighting in the Bay Area of San Francisco. You up for a little trip?" Rowen said. Damon nodded. "Yes, I'll kill the son of a bitch". Rowen nodded. "Gear up and meet me at the helipad, we will head out in an hour." Rowen said as he walked away. "Oh and Damon," Rowen said. Damon stopped and listened "You can wear the REAL gear. A precursor will see you a mile away in a white outfit." Rowen chuckled. This made Damon smile. Finally, after all this training he would be equal to the other Monitors. He wouldn't be a recruit any longer. Damon stood up and walked into the armory of the facility.
He put on the black and red Monitor outfit. It consisted of black boots, black pants with red seams, a red shirt with the Monitor logo on it, and. Hooded trenchcoat with red lines on it, and finally red and black gloves. He took two moissanite combat knives and put one at each hip. He grabbed a .44 magnum with moissanite covered bullets, and a shotgun with moisannaite covered bullets. He strapped the shotgun around his back. He then grabbed explosive throwing knives and put them on his waist. Damon slipped the gloves on and put the hood up. He then pulled up the red mask from his neck. He was ready. This was his moment. He walked to the helipad. The sound of the helicopter was deafening. Rowen met him at the exit of the building. They both got into the helicopter and put the head sets on. The helicopter ascended.
Damon had never been in a helicopter before. It was exhilarating for him. "We have reason to believe this Precursor is by himself." Rowen said through the headset. "It seems to be one of the lost ones". Damon looked confused "Lost ones?" he replied. Rowen nodded. "Sometimes if a Precursor isn't contributing to what the other's are doing they wound it and leave it behind to die." Rowen said. "Animals." Damon said with a disgusted look on his face.
Time had passed. It was dark now. Damon could see the lights from San Francisco. As they went over it Damon was mesmorized. He had never seen anything so beautiful. "Alright, here's the drop point." Rowen said as the helicopter slowed. "What here?" Damon said confused. "We are hundred's of feet in the air!" Damon yelled. Rowen chuckled as he took the headset off. "You know kid after all this time training I thought you'd know by now." Rowen said as he walked out of the helicopter without a parachute. Damon took his headset off and stared off the edge of the helicopter at the ground hundreds of feet below. "Fuck me." Damon said as he sighed. He bent at the knees and lunged out of the side of the helicopter. He was free falling at an incredibly fast speed.
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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...
