Lovely Bruises//Christblood

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Damien's battered face was practically glowing at the sight of Mary. He would hug her and never let go if his hands weren't bound behind his back with a fraying rope. Mary sat him up and pecked his bruised cheek. " I will murder the bastard who hurt you" she growled as she pulled out a swiss army knife from seemingly nowhere.

Damien flinched as she brought it to the ropes against his chest, but pretended to be unbothered. " I might have some...unfortunate news for you, Mary" Damien paused, anxiety swelling in his chest. He couldn't just tell her that her husband did this. As much as he deserved hell and back, he didn't want to break Marys heart.

" Don't worry. I already know," she said as she sawed through the first rope. " Joseph has a lot coming if he decides to show his ass face again". With a bit of force and angry adrenaline, Mary had Damien's arms and legs free. He had to catch himself on a wall, almost falling after not using his legs for what seemed like forever.

" Sorry love. Want help?" Mary offered, supporting him with her arms. Damien waved her away and gave her a bloody thumbs up. " I've never been better. Shall we take our leave?"

Mary was about to say something both witty and caring when the familiar click of boots on stone whispered from the endless darkness. Damien's blood ran cold and his body noticeably tensed. Mary herself didn't look to pleased.

Before Damien could propose an escape idea, he was pushed the opposite direction of the quickly accelerating footsteps. He had to catch himself on another wall so he wouldn't break his skull and die on the ground. " Get out of here. I'll deal with the bastard and meet up with you later" Mary hissed.

Damien watched helplessly as Mary run into the opposite lightless tunnel, knife angrily clenched in hand. He weakly supported himself before starting to stumble forward himself.

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Maybe it was due to being stuck in this hell for countless hours, or just natural body functions working for once, but Damien would see every little detail that was embedded within the walls and ground. There was unlit oil lanterns hanging here and there occasionally, and sometimes weird symbols crudely carved into the bricks that made walking all the more dangerous.

The still silence made his thoughts much louder than they needed to be. Worries for Mary's and his own safety tumbled and ricochetted through his already sore skull endlessly.

. . .

Mary shouldn't have gone...

She went for him on her own free will.

He both needed and missed her

He survived this long, he can do this himself.

Hopefully she was OK....

She said she would meet up with him. Joseph was no match for an infuriated Mary

. . .

Damien, still encouraging himself mentally tripped mid thought. He caught himself on his knees, his arms preventing his torso and face from smashing into the floor. He let out a shaky breath and let his brain clear a bit before turning to see what he tripped on.

He deeply regretted doing so.

4 rats were helping themselves to a decaying corpse, eyeing Damien while they did so. He held back the urge to vomit, a familiar head of light purple hair catching his attention.

Thank god it was face down at the very least.

A surprisingly large knife was plunged into the back of the dead body, wedged between the disgusting bones.

Damien's chest swelled with grief for the remains of Jasper. He didn't deserve this awful end.

Out of respect and desperation, Damien pulled the knife out of his lost friend.. Assuming it was Joseph who did this to him, he really had some force behind the stab. The rats snapped at Damien if he got to close, but he managed to remove the knife without rabies.

He held it to his chest as he stared at his pal's limp body. If he made it out alive, he didn't know how he could possibly tell Pacifica about this. She was probably dying without her dad already.

Damien chased the rats away from Jasper's remains, stepping on the ones who dared continued gnawing on the decaying flesh instead of fleeing. He tried to fix his body up, pulling scraps of pink fabric over his exposed skeleton to hide what was underneath. He didn't even notice the horribly strong smell, considering he himself didn't smell better.

Damien sat beside Jasper, his hand gently resting on the disgustingly damp hair. Doing this reminded him of Lucien, and when they would read together when he was younger. A tinge of sadness pin pricked his heart as he thought about his son. Was Lucien waiting at home for him, wondering why and how his dad was gone for such a long time.

Damien closed his eyes, letting his body rest against the filthy wall with Jasper.

His mind was actually resting,

Until swearing came unexpectedly from around the corner. Damien tensed as the swearing was followed by heavy footsteps and the sound of a flashlight clicking on. Through his shut eyelids, artificial sunlight burned his retinas like the real sun would do from time to time.

" Get up. I know you're not dead"

Damien's eyes reluctantly opened, the flashlight being shone directly onto his face. The owner of the flashlight was a tall and very intimidating guy who looked ready to shoot him and leave.

" I'm detective Saul. I assume you are the fellow Mary talked about. Damien, right?"

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