My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

42| "masked mystery"

  | Damien |

"Later, Danny!" I waved my boss off and made my way home after my night shift.

I wiped the beats of sweat off my forehead after my long 8 hour shift and walked my way to where I parked my car in the back of the parking lot. 

I reached my phone placed in my pocket with the intentions of calling Beth.

"Hey baby," I muttered with a smile once she answered.

I continued to walk to my car parked all the way in the back.

"Hi Damien," Beth effortlessly mumbled on the other line.

"Whatchu up to?" I asked.

I looked up and saw two guys sitting on top of the hood of my car.

"I'm watching-"

"Beth, there's some assholes sitting on the hood of my car," I muttered beginning to walk faster and fixated my vision to see who they were. 

She slightly gasped, "Please be careful. Remember when you got jumped at the gas station? Stay on the phone with me."

"I'm fine mom," I jokingly assured her.

"Hey! That's my car, I'd appreciate if you didn't sit on it," I shouted out, now a couple feet away from the two of them.

They were faced the other way, I couldn't see their faces, but their hoods were attached on to their heads. 

"I'm scared Damien."

"Excuse me," I announced again walking towards the way where they were faced. 

Slowly, they removed themselves from the hood of my car. Before they revealed themselves I warned them.

"I have a knife in my pocket!" I shouted a complete lie.

They turned around completely and revealed themselves as a masked mystery.

| Grayson | 

Damien's facial expression transformed into an expression of complete fear. 

Ethan and I were masked with black hoodies over our heads. It's just how Damien described the way he got jumped that one time, two people in masks. But, Beth explained to us that Damien used that as an excuse to not snitch on his father. We're making his fake into a reality.

"I have the police on the phone!" Damien shook like a leaf.

The truth is that he's on the phone with Beth.

Quickly, I stomped up and reached my arm out, smacking his phone onto the floor. The collusion of the phone onto the cement, shattering completely, filled our ears.

"What the fuck?!" Damien shouted.

Ethan and I made sure to stay quiet, or else he'd recognize our voices. 

Damien swung his arm out aiming for me, but I ducked down to wrestle him down by his torso.

A loud grunt came from Damien as his back made impact with the cement, same as his phone. 

I placed myself on top of his pelvis with my knees on top of his hands that were struggling to fight back.

I looked down at him through the holes in my mask and the fear in him was clearly visible.He struggled underneath me fighting with everything in him to escape my grip. A small wave of doubt crashed over me. But, I didn't let it stop me.

I got caught in my thoughts causing me to make myself weak and Damien loosened from the grip of my hand and reached out to rip my mask off.

Before he could, Ethan scurried over to my rescue and pushed me off of Damien in time before he could snatch my mask. Ethan replaced me and was now on top of Damien, except Ethan was actually throwing punches.

Ethan threw power into every punch and you could tell he was doing with reason and emotion. He needed to let the anger out that's been building up for years.

I watched from the side, just letting Ethan go at it on Damien. And, I realized I need to put in my part too.

I jumped in and began to thrust punches and kicks into Damien's skin just like Ethan.

Damien wiggled around like a worm and whimpered like a lost puppy. He was in a lot of pain, but he can't even compare to what I was feeling like. 

Slowly, Damien began to become weak and lose power. He was no longer fighting back with hopes of escaping, but he was now losing sense of himself. I noticed his eyes beginning to fade out of reality and they were no longer widened like saucers. But, that didn't give Ethan and I to stop.

I felt an utter satisfaction and relief seeing him so vulnerable and not being able to ruin him anymore. Now, I can ruin him. It's his turn to be fucking ruined.

My knuckles were starting to feel some sort of ache in them, a sore feeling was developing in my hands.

We were beating him bloody. Damien's face was completely fucked up, bloody, and swollen. He was starting to get lifeless, until he actually was lifeless. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't moving. He just lied there on the bloody cement floor in silence. Finally, Ethan and I backed away and quit the violence. 

"Fuck you," I muttered low giving him one last hard kick in his non moving body. 

Ethan reached into into his backpack and pulled a polaroid camera out. 

"Lights, camera, action," Ethan whispered and brought the camera up to the hole in his mask where his eye is.

The flash from the camera stunned my eyes. I rose my hand up to rub them.

Ethan circled Damien on the floor and continued to take multiple polaroid pictures of him, as if he was a model.

"That felt good," I spit out some blood from a good punch that Damien got in.

Ethan aggresively shook the picture from the polaroid staring down at Damien, "It did."

Ethan tucked the dozens of photos and camera back into his bag.

"Goodbye, Damien," Ethan and I both mumbled and shuffled away, leaving him there alone.