It all began in a really small town, in the middle of nowhere, called Coldwater, Illinois. Coldwater was small and quaint, with small buildings and lots of trees. Not too many houses or Fast food joints. Coldwater was a typical little town where everyone knew everyone, so if you did something wrong or if something happened to you, everyone would know. Damien was however lucky you could say, he never got in trouble or got told on for doing something wrong. He was loved by everyone in his kid years. When he grew up, he changed, like something clicked in his head and he turned into someone everyone hated. He stole a lot, got put in jail a couple of times, and did some real hard time. Some people think he got bored of the same old routine, so he changed it up. Around 25 he stopped, like everything was just a faze he out grew. He told everyone he was different but, no one believed him, not even his family. He got sick of everyone then; he wanted something different to happen to him, something exciting. He soon got his wish, when a strange tall man with grey hair and a white scar across his left eye showed up at his door step.
“Who are you?” asked Damien, looking the man up and down. The man pushed Damien out of the way and walked in to his house without permission. “Who the hell do you think you are?” asked Damien grabbing the man by his shoulder. The man fought back and grabbed Damien’s arm and twisted it like a pretzel. Damien, resisting the urge to scream bit down on his tongue. The man was not pleased with his resistance but, he let go anyway.
“I am Dr. Ling.” Said the man, he was strange Damien thought, strong too. He didn’t know what to do with the man. Dr. Ling walked into Damien’s kitchen, then his bedroom, then his living room. He never stopped moving around, it was as if he was searching for something.
“Dr. Ling?” called Damien, as Dr. Ling was now looking at a picture of Damien’s brother Matt.
“Damien?” He called back.
“Why are you here?” asked Damien, dusting off the picture Dr. Ling was looking at.
“I would like to give you a proposition.”
“What kind of proposition are you talking about?”
“I can change your life, Damien.” Said Dr. Ling, getting closer to Damien; to ease the awkwardness, Damien backed up; bumping into the picture he just dusted off.
“I like my life.” Said Damien, fixing his picture so it was striated instead of crooked; Dr. Ling let out a laugh of amusement.
“That’s utter bull and you know it. Now, Damien, I can seriously make your pathetic ruin of a life into a greater one. All I need is you to do something for me.”
“What sort of thing?”
“Just a small job, nothing too dangerous”
“Sounds a little risky, I don’t know, I may hate my life but, I also don’t want to ruin it either.
“Listen; I can make you look like a god, smell like a wolf, run as fast as a jet plane, and more but, only if you agree to what will change your life forever.”
“How can you do that?”
“Don’t worry about that part, just a small little shot and all the power is yours.”
“Alright, what’s the job?”
“I’ll, let you know when you’re done with your shot.”
“What, I want to know now.”
“No time for that.”
“Do I have to kill someone?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not going to happen, the only time I’ve ever killed someone was on call of duty.”
“Well, this is real life, not an idiotic video game. You want some excitement in your life; you’re going to have to do the worst to get the best.”
“Thanks Dr. Phil but, I’m not going to let you change me if I have to kill people for you.”
“Too bad,” said Dr. Ling with a sigh who was hiding a needle behind his back to inject Damien with. Damien turned his back to Dr. Ling and walked towards the kitchen. Damien however wasn’t aware of the fact that Dr. Ling was going to inject him with the blue liquid that could give him powers. As Dr. Ling was creeping up on Damien, Damien was wondering why Dr. Ling was so quite. It was too late for him, before Dr. Ling found the right spot to inject Damien; the needle went through his right shoulder. As the blue liquid oozed into his veins he was paralyzed, crashing to the hard marble floor was his only option.
As Damien was paralyzed on the floor, and thrashing around like he was having a seizure, Dr. Ling made a quick escape and disappeared into the night. Damien not comprehending what was happening to him, laid there until the attack was over. The attack stopped but, being too afraid to get up off the floor, Damien stayed there and fell asleep.
Damien woke up the next afternoon panicked. Why am I on the floor? Thought Damien, not remembering anything that happened the night before. He had a slight burning sensation on his right shoulder, as he rubbed it; he went to the bathroom to assess the damage. He was overwhelmed when he looked in the mirror to find some stranger instead of himself staring back at him. Blood crimson eyes, jet black hair, and linebacker like stature, who is that? He thought , he reached for the top of his head and pulled out a piece of hair. It was black, not brown. "What, is going on?" He asked to no one in particular. He went to the mirror in his bedroom; still the same person was in the way of his reflection. He went back to the bathroom, looking at the mirror again. “Could it be true, is that really me?” Damien was in a state of panic, he stopped when he heard footsteps coming toward his front door. Knock, knock, knock. Oh, god! He thought loudly, he walked to the door but, stopped abruptly. He paced back and forth in the hall way. Knock, knock, knock. “Crap, just open the door Damien you’ll be fine.” Said Damien quietly, He opened the door slowly to find his friend Sam standing in front of him.
“Damien?” said Sam
“Sam, what a surprise, uh, what brings you here?” asked Damien, looking around behind him.
“Uh, I was wondering why you never came to my birthday party at the pub down the street yesterday? Did you dye you hair or something, you look different?”
“Oh dude, I totally forgot, I am so sorry, we’ll go out and do something for your birthday, I promise.”
“That’s ok, it wasn’t that fun anyways. What happened to you?”
“Still, I feel bad.”
“Don’t worry about it. Why are you changing the subject?”
“Right, well I’ll still make it up to you, I swear.”
“Damien, are you OK?”
“I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“You’re a little pale, and well taller, and what’s with the eyes? I mean if you’re trying to make a statement I understand, but it’s kind of weird, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, OK, well I’ll see you later bye.” Said Damien shutting the door on Sam’s face; Damien watched as his best friend walked away. His best friend, who he could talk to about any of his problems but, this one was too massive. He had immense power and didn’t know how or why he got it. He tried to remember what happened the night before, while continuing with his pacing. “Who was that man?” said Damien out loud, not particularly for anyone but himself to hear. “What was his name?” Damien scratched his head; it was hard to think with all the noise. He could hear everything, a water droplet falling into a sink next door, an argument in a house a mile away, a plane sounded like it was flying right over his head but, it was really 10,000 feet above his head. “What is going on?” he said. “Dr. Ling! That was his name.” he said as if a light bulb just flicked on above his head. He was now aware of his name and was now destined to find that man and slaughter him. He just needs to find out where he was.
So, Damien set off on his journey to find the mysterious Dr. Ling, where ever he was hiding. He wouldn’t stop finding him, until he was good and dead.
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