Bloodlust: Sliver of Moonlight

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The mine was filled to the brim with the clamoring and screaming of men and women working non-stop, hacking and hammering at the inner wall of the mine. While the rest of the workers worked in a large and sweat clump, Damien isolated himself in a small tunnel away from the others. Damien never liked working with other people, and placed himself farther away from the common folk. Unfortunately, his loneliness is always short lived, as he is constantly brought back to the masses.

"Gentlemen!" Mr. Yakamora roared in the mine, "Gather around here!" The people around him dropped their tools and turned to their boss, except for Damien. When he heard Yakamora call the workers, he dropped his head and kept working. Mr. Yakamora looked over his workers, and his face contorted into one of anger.

"DAMIEN!" Mr. Yakamora hollered. Damien groaned to himself, dropped his hammer and axe and walked over to the crowd. As he walked over, Mr. Yakamora's eyes flashed quickly to a deep shade of red and back to his beady black eyes. He gave Damien a steel cold look, then turned to the rest of the workers.

"As you know," Mr. Yakamora said, "We have been assigned to look for a new source of energy to power my new peacekeeping program."

Yeah, no shit, Damien thought, rolling his eyes at every slimy word that came out of Yakamora's mouth, why else would we be here, you pale fuck?

"Our deadline is in a few weeks," Yakamora continued, "And we have NOTHING?! The government said you were the best that they have to offer to me, and this is the shit you give me?"

"Who does he think he's talk-" Damien started to whisper, but his father nudged him before he finished. 

"In the next two weeks," Yakamora snarled, "One of you better have some sort of lead or every damn one of you is getting a huge pay cut! Now get your asses back in gear!" He stormed away as the mine was refilled with annoyed groans and tired moans. 

"Who does he think he is?" Damien snarled, turning away.

"Our boss," Damien's father sighed, following him.

"And also our slaveowner," Damien responded, going back to his work in the corner, "What we get paid is not what we deserve for the shit we do."

"Damien,  watch your tone," his father ordered sternly.

"Or what, Dad?" Damien said, standing back up, "He's going to magically appear right behind us?"

"Be careful what you wish for, Masters," Yakamora's voice echoed. Both Damien and his father jumped at the sound. Mr. Yakamora stood right behind the two, arms crossed.

Joy, Damien thought. Mr. Yakamora looked down at Damien, his face coming only inches away from Damien's face. 

"Mr. Damien Masters," Yakamora spoke through his teeth, "I'd do what your father said and watch your tone when it comes to me. I'm not like your friends at school."

"Yeah," Damien whispered, "My friends have souls." Yakamora snapped, lashing out and slamming Damien on the walls of the mine. Damien's father stood in shock, then went to pry Yakamora's hands off of his son's neck.

"Mind your tongue, boy," Yakamora hissed in Damien's ear, "It would be a shame to die in a old, wet and abandoned mine..."

"Oh, verbal threat," Damien croaked, straining under the surprisingly hard grasp of Yakamora's hands, "I feel threatened."

"Yakamora..." one of the workers ran to him, a small computer in his hand, "Something's wrong..."

"What?" Yakamora snapped, still holding Damien by the throat.

"I took a re-scan of the mine," the worker stammered, his computer shaking in his hands, "And I saw that..." Then, the ground under them began to shake and rumble. Small pieces of the mine began falling from the ceiling. Cracks began to line the walls and floor.

"The mine's collapsing!" Workers began to scream. They all threw their tools aside and tried to run to the exit. Yakamora dropped Damien, who collapsed almost out of breath. He ran away from the fallen teen and Damien's father rushed to his son's side.

"Damien," he said, helping his son up, "We have to go. The mine's collapsing in on itself."

"I know Dad," Damien coughed, "And I also totally called it." The two began to hastily walk toward the outside world. On their way there, Damien saw bigger and bigger chunks of debris fall from the ceiling. The mine kept shaking violently, almost ready to shatter like a piece of fragile glass. Damien kept glancing around and saw someone trapped under a pile of debris.

"Dad," Damien said, walking towards the injured worker, "Get yourself out. I'll be quick."

"Damien Anthony Masters," his father scolded, "Come on."

"I said go," Damien said, kneeling down near the worker. The worker struggled to pull his leg out from under the debris.

"Hey hey," Damien said softly, "Stop straining. Let me see..." He moved towards the debris. His leg was completely destroyed; wet blood wrapped around the chunk and small sections of muscle laid around his leg. Damien felt around the worker's leg. The bone was crushed into dust and powder; Damien only felt small remnants of the bones. Damien braced himself on the rock and pushed hard, slowly freeing the worker's almost non-existent leg. He helped the worker up and began to run toward the exit. As he made it to only yards away, Damien felt the ground beneath him cracking and separating. He tossed the injured worker out and stood still in front of the exit. 

"Damien!" his father ran to him. Damien began to tell him to stop, but he was too slow. The ground beneath Damien gave in, swallowing Damien with it. All he could hear was the screaming of onlookers and the panicked screams of his father as darkness enveloped him.