Inhuman Vengance

Vengeance is mine baby

Damien and the men headed down the alley where the abandoned brewery was sat, and had weapons at the ready, they sneaked along a wall to the main door where she had been taken through, Damien led the way to the room they were in, 'its quiet, they may be gone' he said.
the 2 men opened the door to the room and walked slowly in, they were in shock, one officer ran out the doorway and threw up, they were paralyzed with emotion and fear, dropping their weapons in a frozen heartbeat, Damien followed, his instant reaction was shock and was sick on the floor where a hand sat, he fell to his knees with tears down his face, he held his face in shock and screamed out 'noooo kit' the anger in his voice, was so intense it made his friends feel the worst of fears ever, the devil himself could not match the evil anger that lay inside Damien right now.
The room felt cold, there was a terrifying sense of danger and hate in the air.
he spat some words, 'may I get vengeance of the bastards who did this to my wife'
his friends took a step backward scared, ‘didn’t I say to hurry, she was in danger’ he held his head low and stared up from the side of his eye.
He blamed them for not turning up sooner.
Damien stood up, he was numb, with anger in his eyes so strong they lit up with fire red glow. and a heart of stone.
he turned and pushed his way past the other 2 men and made his way home, not looking back he said in a deathly tone 'call the cops for this one, I’m avenging my wife if it kills me too, I’d advise to stay out of this’
the men looked at each other and gulped, instantly they got on their phones and explained the evenings happenings, 'they’ll want to see Damien too' one said hanging up.

as 3 weeks had passed, and the police and fbi had no leads, he decided to act upon his revenge for his wife, he kissed her photo that sat on a shelf, with her favourite scented candles and favourite artificial flowers either side, 'I will get what I want, my purpose is to avenge you baby'.
hed been studying rituals, and invoking a demon for a helping hand in getting the thing he wants so much.
he sliced his hand and drew a large inverted pentagram on the floor, placed a black candle on all the points, lit them and did some chanting, played invoking music and did a call, an invocation to call upon a demon spirit to help with his duties.
'my invocation is complete, as I will it so it be' he chanted to himself.
he woke the next morning, feeling energized, refreshed, and powerful, 'today I get my vengeance' he whispered to himself.
while at work he did some research on the local gangs and where they go, there’s only 4 in the city centre.
digging deep to find where they hang out and checking out the area of the fuel garage station he researched news articles too on anything he could find.

later that day on his lunch break he found and followed a lead on a small group who hung around the car park, he knew their faces and would recognise them he hoped, he stood near the west exit and looked unfamiliar like someone on his lunch break sitting on a near wall eating a sandwich spying on a group, as they entered the garage he stalked leaving a large gap between them, watching trying to listen to their conversation he tucked himself behind a car squatting low.
one of them spoke about the plans for the night and how they was going to do a convenience shop over and do a snatch and grab, another looked awfully familiar and he instantly recognised his voice, it was the one who got head-butted by his wife he noticed his broken bandaged nose from a distance, 'got you bastard' he whispered.
they went on about their walk and broke into a red car and was tempting to use it for the nights raid.
as they swept past at full speed they didn’t see him hidden between two cars not far from them, but he knew they where they was going that night and wanted to be there.

that evening, he got himself prepared to stalk the gangsters at the store, he had his black gothic clothing on and painted his face a pale white, with grey eyes, he wore a duster and stuffed his pockets with a wire rope, pliers, a revolver, and rope and drove his car to a carpark near the store, he sat with his lights off and waited for them to turn up, he pulled his mirror down and a photo of his wife slipped off, 'this is for you baby ill get my revenge' then he chanted his dark words and the red stolen car turned up with the gangsters inside.
they climbed out laughing loudly and talking, heading for the door they peered in the window and gave a sarcastic wave to the owner who was alone, it was almost 11pm and he was weary and frightened of the gang.

they charged in swiping stuff from rails and shelves knocking stock onto the floor, laughing, they yelled loud to scare the owner more, one man threw some peanuts at the front cashier window 'here monkey have some nuts' he laughed so hard a vein stuck out in his neck, the owner was an Indian man, about 50 years old.
Damien sneaked his way to the main doors and found a broom and lodged it between the handles to lock them in, he peered through the glass as he hugged the wall and noticed the back store door open from between the shelves.
the guy with the broken nose shouted 'I gotta piss guys I’m goin out back' laughing his way through the door, Damien knew it was now or never.
he ran round the back and hid behind the dumpster waiting for the gangster to come out the door, he got his rope prepared in his hand and the gun in the other.
as the gangster strolled to the opposite dumpster his back on Damien, it gave him chance to crouch and sneak to him, with caution he took one foot at a time, and aimed his gun at his head and with one heavy blow to the back of his head he knocked him out, quickly tied his hands and feet together, then launched him over his shoulders to carry him to his car, trying to be quick and unseen as the others were busy tormenting the shop owner.

he shut his boot and peered at the windows, 'ill sort them lot' he whispered.
he needed to get out of range with his tied up gangster in his boot, he headed to an abandoned warehouse 3 miles away near some industrial site, it was still noisy from machines working through the night, 'perfect' Damien thought to himself, 'those machines will drain out any screams'.
he carried the gangster to a small building, very dark and musky, rusty beams lay across the roofing, tin roofing was undesirably rotting and ready to fall apart.
there was a lonely printing machine near the back of the building, with a box at the end of the conveyer belt to catch whatever it printed.
he carried him into the back office and tied him to some chunky piping very securely, making sure he couldn’t bite or cut the rope.
his arms were raised and hands tied up above his head, his feet tied together with zip ties and rope.
'that should do it' he thought grinning.

Damien disappeared for a few minuets for a hot drink and a snack, he bought some large scissors to cut the clothing from the gangster down to the undies
when he returned he sat staring at the man tied up, while enjoying a coffee and crisps, thinking of what hed done to his wife, his brain was imagining all sorts of twisted things, and how she went through hell under these men, he shook his head and stopped thinking about her torture.

Damien stood up and wanted to get to business, he poured some cold water over the gangsters head hed purchased from the shop, he woke up shocked and shaking, 'where, where am I' frantically looking about the room, empty desks along the wall and broken computer terminals sat on top, paper littered the floor and a man stood over him staring down.
'who the fuck are you man, why am I here' he asked trying to see in the dark.
Damien switched on a small torch and shone it on a photo of his wife and showed the man.
'ooh that bird ha she was a fidget ill say' he laughed
Damien gave one hell of a punch to his face, his nose split again and dripped blood over his vest, 'where my goddam clothes man' he squealed.
'remember what you did to this woman, she was my wife, an innocent human who you dismembered raped and sliced apart for fucking fun' his lips curled over his teeth from spitting the angry words he shouted the last two words and scared the man.
'what’s your name' Damien asked firmly.

'ok my names cj we didn’t wana hurt that girl, we was all on drugs and high man, please, I’m begging it wont happen again man' he begged Damien but he stood with his arms folded not buying a single word.
he slowly crouched beside cj and drew in closer, 'remember where you got that broken nose cj, my wife cj, she did that, because she wanted to get away from you thugs, but you did all that to her instead, which in return I’m doing back to you, I didn’t see it all but I was hidden by the crates and moved when I knocked them, I wasn’t strong enough to try alone against thugs with pistols and I’m empty handed, but now I have a special ability'.
Cj looked puzzled at his face.
Damien chanted some words that would give him strength and call upon a demon to be present to witness the demise of a murderer and take the thugs soul.
cj looked petrified as a dark figure appeared next to Damien, it was a shadow figure, he could only see the shadow not the actual demon it was, although if it wanted others to see its shadow outline it could, so it did.