The Murderer

Meet Damien

Damien Lonson, is a man filled with crazy and blood lust. Growing up, he witnessed tons of things, lots of things. Of course, all of this caused him to do things many people wouldn't like to do, but then again, there's also the people who would like to do it. Killing. He loves it. The thought of it drives him off the walls. 

"Lonson, single file with the rest of them." The officer tells Damien, who's smirking at the wall. The 8 year old looks at the officer, his spiky, black hair looking bright with the lights.

"Nah, I'm good officer." Damien tells the officer, giving him the finger. His left arm was aching, but he kept the finger up anyway. "I'm gonna shove this finger right up your ass, anybody wanna watch?"

Some of the other kids and teens around him smirked, some cheered a bit. Damien smiled his crazy smile, which is still on his face when he gets punched by the officer. Damien collapses, his robotic right arm making a weird noise when hitting the ground. He gets handcuffed, the officer putting his knee on Damien's back. 

At this point, Damien was getting angry to a point where he tried breaking the handcuffs just so he could be free and kill the man on top of him. The people around the two were backing away, afraid of what could happen next. The officer pressed his knee down harder on the boy, hurting him. That's when the warden stepped onto the scene, clearing his throat. The officer stares at the warden.

"Micheal, don't you know the rules? You aren't allowed to place your hands on the younger ones." The warden tells the officer. The officer named Micheal.

"But he disrespected me! Lonson should be put in the hole!" Micheal yells, and the Warden smiles at his officer. 

"Let him go Micheal." 

"No. He's bad news, sir." 

Damien was facing down, thinking, not listening to the conversation between a leader and his follower. 

What's the plan? How do I kill this man? How do I kill Micheal?

Damien felt the pressure on his back go away, and the handcuffs being taken off. He stayed on the ground, listening to the man above him breathe. 

Enjoy this. Listen to him, I can't wait to take away his breath. His final breath will be lovely.

Micheal pulls Damien to his feet, having him stand. Micheal lets go of Damien, just as the Warden walked away.

"Get in line Lonson." Micheal said, and Damien did as he was told. 

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A few days after the incident, Micheal was patrolling the halls of the facility. His gun at his side, and a cigarette in his mouth. The halls were quiet since it was lunchtime, and yet he still felt the odd feeling of someone watching him. He knew it couldn't be because of cameras, since the ones they had needed repairs. 

He heard running, which had him turn around to the sight of nothing. There was nobody in the halls. He turned back around and started walking again. He heard the running again, and when he turned around, he was met with a blade to his chest. The pain shot through him, and he wanted to scream. He couldn't. He felt his gun being taken, and the nuzzle to his forehead. Blood was starting to escape his mouth, to escape his throat. 

"You know, you look better when you're bleeding. It's a lovely sight." Damien said, a smile on his face. "Stabbing helps with the bleeding. It's amazing, and I love it oh so much."

"Why are you doing this?" Micheal asked, fear in his eyes. His black uniform getting darker with blood.

"Because I've been wanting to see you bleed since you put your dirty hands on me." Damien chuckled a bit. "Only pretty people touch me."

"You're a kid, you're a little kid. Don't ruin your life like this." Micheal said.

"You're not the first person to say that to me, and you won't be the last. Micheal, I've been spilling blood for years, you're not the first to be killed by me. By a kid. It happens. This is the real world, and you don't fucking run it." Damien said, and chuckled. "Nobody runs it, not a single person."

"You won't get away with this." Micheal said.

"Oh, but I will. I have my ways." Damien said. "See ya later Micheal."

Damien fires the gun, the bang ringing out which caused an alarm a minute later. Damien looks down at his prisoner uniform. 

Orange and red look good together.

He laughs a small little laugh, and kneels down. He grabs the keys on Micheal's waistband, and stands up. He walks away, whistling a tune he remembers from when his mom was alive. Within minutes, Damien walks out the front door, for the facility was a horrible place filled with fucking idiots. Damien couldn't help but smile when he noticed the parking lot, seeing such lovely cars. He was pretty tall, 5' feet. Yea, he was tall for an 8 year old kid.

He walked to the nearest car, which was one of the vans the facility owned, and broke the window. He opens the door and hops in the drivers seat. He hot wires the car, and then proceeds to drive away from the place. He looks in the glove compartment, and finds a flip phone. He takes it out and pulls over to the side of the road, then proceeds to dial a number he knew by heart. 

It rings two times.

"Hello?" A voice said, a man. 

"Hey Arlo! How're you?" Damien said, leaning back. 

"Damien?! Holy shit kid, where are you?!" Arlo asked.

"In the middle of Kentucky shithead, it's bloody hot out here." Damien said, smirking. "Listen Arlo, I killed another man. I need to get away from here."

"Jesus." Arlo breathes out. "You need to stop this, seriously. Can't you go one week without killing someone?!"

"Shut up or you're next, and you know I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head too." Damien said, and Arlo stayed silent. "So Arlo, do you still live in Chicago?"

"Yea."

"Good. I'll see you in a couple hours, leave the door open."

"Wait, Damien."

Damien frowns a bit.

"The Government got worse, they won't hold back the next time they get their hands on you."

"They won't get their hands on me."

"Yes they will! They know your name and your face! You have a fucking history!"

"I know, I fucking know that." Damien said calmly. "But they're gonna have to find me first."

"Stop it Damien. Please. Listen, you need to stop."

Kill him.

Damien sighs, and looks at the gun he kept with him. Micheal's gun. 

"I'll be there in a couple hours, see ya then." Damien says, then hangs up. He starts driving again, with the thought of Arlo with a bullet in his head.

He won't even know what hit him.