Neon Atmosphere

Truth

  Damien. Damien, where the fuck are you? The voices in his head bounced off of every corner of his mind once he awoke from his unconscious state. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. In the corner was a shabby looking sink accompanied by a toilet that looked as though it had one too many visitors that did not like to clean. On the opposite side was an object that looked like a dog bed.

   "Well, I guess they really did not try to make this a five-star hotel experience." He spoke bitterly. Turning his attention to the voices in his head, Damien's eyes fogged over as he tried to make contact with them. But to his surprise, he spoke but they did not hear him. It was like something was blocking it entirely.

  "That would be because I put wolfsbane in your blood system." A head of pink hair appeared from a shadow in the corner of the room. How had he not noticed her before? Damien quickly got up to charge at her, but chains withheld him to the floor, preventing him from attacking her.

   "Your pack assumes that we are going to attack them. When in fact, we are just getting our payment from the deal you made with us three years ago." She pulled out the same pocket knife from earlier, a purple tint to it showed that some wolfsbane still remained on the blade.

   "I had to make that deal. You have no idea, bitch." He spat angrily at her.

  Scarlett rose an eyebrow in response, "is that so, Damien? Because I was there when you made the deal. From what I understood, you had an outstanding drug problem." Damien visibly froze as if someone had poured ice cold water on him. She took that as a queue to continue.

   "You see, you grew power hunger. Simply as that. You grew bored of having everything handed to you and as result, you turned to the darker side of power. The more addictive one. Packs nowadays have nothing to worry about except, oh I don't know, Rogues," she mimicked a horrified face as he stared at her blankly.

  "Packs fear us. They believe we are a spawn of the devil and pure evil. When in reality, we do the things they do not wish to do themselves. We make deals with their demons and do the things they can't in order for their 'pure' reputations to not be tarnished. You would know about this.

   "Damien, you were using your pack's monies for your own drug abuse. But soon your Alpha started noticing the funds diminishing so he opened XIV. You knew that if you continued on with this, he would find out. So you came to us. You are in debt to us for thirty thousand dollars. Now to us, this is nothing, but debts are debts and they need to repaid."

  Clasping her hands together excitedly, she smiled brightly at the horror-struck Damien. "How would you like to repay your debt? With the dismemberment of a limb, or maybe you actually have our money?" The look on his face said that he did not fancy the idea of losing an arm nor did he have the money.

   "Here's the deal: we give you five minutes to decide. You can go with any type of deal you want as long as it is equal to the debt that you owe us. Your time begins now."