They were blinded by light as the entered the room. It was huge. The Precursors poured in behind them. Callista collapsed on the ground and dropped Silas. Damon turned around to face the Precursors. "Enough!" came a voice from behind them. Confused, Damon turned around to see a masked man standing on a platform about twenty feet from him. With a man lying on the ground at his feet. The Precursors froze in place. Damon was confused. Who was this man? Why do the Precursors listen to him? Was he their leader? "Who are you?" Damon asked. The man chuckled. "I've been waiting a long time for this Damon." the man said. Damon had goosebumps.
Damon turned to Callista who was panting on the ground. Then he turned back to the man. "Where is Lucas?" Damon asked. "Right here." said the masked man as he kicked the man off the platform who was at his feet. Lucas landed on his back, not moving. "Lucas!" Damon yelled as he ran towards him. A precursor landed in front of Damon and shoved him backwards. Damon was launched off his feet and landed on his back by Callista. Coughing, Damon got back to his feet. "What is this place?" Damon yelled at the man.
The masked man started pacing on the platform. "This place, as I'm sure you figured out. Isn't some nest or building the Precursors live in. It's where we create them". All the color drained out of Damon's face. The masked man pointed to another man who was behind him. This man was restrained and in the chair the same way the man from upstairs was. The man in the chair was skinny. He wasn't well groomed either. He had long blonde hair and an unkept beard. He had the same blank expression on his face as the man from upstairs. Like a zombie. His eyes were blue as well. "You're an animal!" Damon yelled at the masked man. "You're tying people up and brainwashing them!" Damon yelled. The masked man put his hand up. "That's only part of the process.
You see the projection isn't to brainwash them into working with us. It's to break their soul. Leave them there for days until they are a shell of their former selves. Then we inject them with the blood of the artifacts." The masked man replied. Damon was in shock. "Who are you getting the blood from?" Damon yelled. "Well these tubes you see here? They run miles upon miles underground to our other pre-cursor factories if you will." The masked man replied. Damon covered his mouth. He was going to be sick. People were injected with the blood of the artifacts and then turned into mindless zombies. So every Precursor he killed, was just a broken human being modified into a monster.
"As for who we get it from? I think you already know the answer." the masked man said as he pointed to the blonde man in the chair. Damon stared at the man in the chair. "No, it can't be." Damon said shakily. "Oh it most definitely can." said the masked man. "Boston, say hello to your old friend". Damon fell to his knees. "Impossible." he said as a tear streamed down his face. Damon looked directly at Boston's lifeless eyes. Damon, now sobbing looked at the masked man. "He doesn't even have the blood of the artifacts. It was me you guys were after that day!" Damon yelled back. "That's where you're wrong." said the masked man. Damon couldn't process this.
It was too much. The masked man pointed at Boston. "That day, all those years ago. We knew you had the blood of the artifacts, but you were weaker, too weak in fact. Boston had a higher concentration of it in his blood. He was the one we were after from the beginning. Not you." the masked man said. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!" Damon yelled at the masked man. "Now, you see I don't think you will." said the masked man as he put his hand up. He then took his hand and grabbed his mask. He then slowly pulled it off and held it at his waist, dropping it after five seconds. Damon's entire world shattered. Everything he had come to know was a lie. His entire world was flipped upside down. His heart was shattered into a million separate pieces, lit on fire, and thrown to the wind.
It was Rowen. He stood there with a smile. Damon was speechless. "Yes Damon, it was me all those years ago. It was me who ambushed you on Boston's birthday. It was me who stole him. It was me who sent told that Precursor to kill you. I sent that Precursor to watch on you the day you moved from your old townhouse. I had it watch you. Had it appear behind you in the bathroom. I sent it to attack you on that rooftop that day. When you survived, I thought maybe I had underestimated you. And on that day of the marking I saw potential in you. So I went out of my way to train you. Turn you as strong as possible." said Rowen. "Why?" Damon cried. Rowen smiled. "So you can take his place." replied Rowen as he pointed at Boston. "Think Damon, you've seen the power of the Precursors. Your blood can create them. Think of how honorable it is, to have that much power, an entire army at your fingertips." Rowen said with an evil, greedy look that Damon had never seen before. "We trusted you!" Callista said in an outburst. Rowen turned to her with a disgusted look.
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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...
