His own Hell

Prologue

   I had a weird dream again, the kind you don't want to wake up from. But it all seemed to urgent. Why did it end so soon? I wish I could remember more detail... 

   My body felt sore. Last nights memory flooded back to me all in one moment. I was trying to make a deal, pushing illegal substances isn't a safe gig. I need the money. I crave the exhilaration the danger gives me. I want to fight, see the fear in another mans eyes as I strike him. Then his anger comes. I fight dirty, that's what I do best. I could care less about what other people think of me. I want to be labeled as dangerous, I could care less if I die. If anything I'll beg the person who kills me...to make me suffer. 

   The man who I dealt with last night, was a little weird. He was beautiful and tall. He was covered in smoke like, tattoos. I can't get his voice out of my head, it was smoother than silk, I can't pin point the accent he has. But what he said as he left was the strange part; "I'll be seeing you soon. My precious Damien." With those words he left. I stood up quickly, I never told that bastard my name. Who was he. I reached out for him gritting my teeth. "What the fuck did you just say!" I started after him grabbing his coats collar. "Hey! Who the hell are you?!" I demanded answers. Who the hell thinks they're above me? He might be pretty but he is not better than me.

   The man abruptly stopped and smiled, something was wrong with that smile. I realized there was no one around. It's the dead of night, no one with good intentions would be near. I felt a chill roll down my spine. The man hasn't said a word, his eyes leveled with mine. He was still smiling, his eyes did not carry a kind energy. They felt...evil?

   I couldn't even say a word before he struck me. I felt the contact of his rings with my jaw and reeled back. I felt the warmth of blood leave my mouth as I spat at him. I tried moving forward I couldn't move. I started to panic. Why can't I move? What's wrong with me? He casually sauntered up to me, this time his smile bared teeth. He leaned down slightly so his lips just brushed my ear. He whispered and I felt ice spread across my body. I looked at him wide eyed before he shoved his hand onto the left side of my face. It burned so bad, I crumpled to my knees, screaming in agony. My vision started limiting itself. I could barely focus on him. everything faded to black soon after. 

   He stood over the crumpled man, so weak. He kneeled down and kissed his forehead. "You're going to be a fun one, boy." Picking him up and taking him home was a blur, literally. The man placed Damien onto a bed and called it a night. He closed the door behind himself not making a sound.