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Kaizer's POV
"What the hell!?" I run down the stairs, tripping a few times, until I get far enough down to see into the living area. Everything I see is unbelievable. I take a few more steps down the stairs, until my bare, pale foot touches the ice-like floor, marbled, floor.
Brady stands frozen at the door, keys dangling from his ring finger, jaw dropped, three single tears rolling down his cheek. Damien turns to face me...
"What did you do Damien?" I ask in pure horror and disbelief. My eyes turn red, I use the thought of the day I killed an innocent child to keep me from attacking.
I feel the small burning sensation thag comes with the changing of my eyes. The colors flickering.
The little smirk Damien had, is now gone, due to his sight of me. All of the boys here are afraid of me because they know I'm capable of something dangerous.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?" My throat jumps in pain from my sudden action of screaming. My fist rises as I charge at Damien, in what feels to be slow motion.
Before I have the chance to stop myself, my fist collides with Damien's ice, cold face.
*Bang*
The loud crash of Damien's body against the strong marble flooring.
I don't regret the impact. I don't care for Damien much. But I made him this way. So, he's mine to care for.
Damien stumbled a bit as he stood up. His eyes were now back to normal.
"Damien, what the fuck is wrong with you lately?! You go out, and kidnap a girl, you beat the living shit out of her, and you shot her?! Explain this Damien. Explain it now." I say strictly. I feel the blood flowing heavy into my angry face.
"I don't need to explain shit to you, fuck face." He looks in the direction of the door and shoves past me.
It only takes two seconds for me to reach out, and pin him to the wall by his neck.
"Explain. Now. It's not a fucking opinion." I choke him harder. Hr struggles as he gasps for air, as I smirk in his face. I take deep breathes of my own, while I smile, knowing that Damien hates when others have access to what he doesn't.
'Do you want oxygen? Need to breath, Damien?' I whisper inside his head.
'Obviously I need oxygen, let me go princess.' He replies, yelling in my thoughts. I drop him to the ground, and smile watching him gasp for air.
"Damien. You need to explain this. Now." I say. Brady slowly walks up to us, and positions himself next to me.
"Yeah, dick face. Explain why you're doing this to the helpless girl." He speaks. Damien glares at Brady.
Damien finally starts talking, "I'm doing this because...,"
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Finally updated. Blah. But it's longer I think.
I know a lot of you are wondering what the changing of the eye color means so here's a list.
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Red-Hunger/Anger
Yellow-Regret
Blue-Confusion
Green-Embarrassed
Orange-Happy
Purple-Calm
Brown-Silly/Funny/Fun
White-(You'll see what this means later)
Black-Normal
So.. Yeahh.
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