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Post by Chrimien on Aug 17, 2011 9:51:22 GMT -5
He stared at him a moment before shaking his head "If you want to be nice, dont do it out of pity..." He looked forward, walking ahead. He was sad now, not that it showed, he never showed he was sad, angry maybe but never sad, it would only give the other teens in school something else to taunt him with. He didnt need someone to pity him, he had his friends, what little there was and he knew that for some odd reason Christophe and Gregory were watching over him as well. Still there were things even his small group of friends didnt know and he preferred to keep it that way. He was a good block away from Damien when he ran into Trent going around a corner. The fear practically radiated off him as the male spoke angrily before grabbing him almost too roughly and walking off with him. Not once did he try and put up a fight.
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Post by annanova on Aug 21, 2011 10:20:42 GMT -5
Being the Antichrist had many upsides. More than Damien would ever be able to count. To be honest, he never really was sure he liked what he was, but at moments like these he couldn't imagine being anything else. It all came with a sense of power, which, instinctively, Damien longed for. In a weird way he was really fueling his own fire.
Either way, as he walked away from Clyde Damien had another one of his moments. It started in his stomach, a gut feeling that something horrible was going to happen. Normally he'd just have to ignore it, since he usually felt that way a few seconds before someone sinned. He remembered his father telling him when he was younger that this was so he could know who was on the verge of sin, find them, then edge them on. But, while being in a high school, Damien never really got two seconds without that weird taste in his mouth and gut feeling.
He shook his head, continuing to walk, but unable to shake the feeling. Biting on a lip ring, he pulled at the metal as he mulled over his thoughts. Something told him that Clyde was involved, though it didn't feel like he was the one preparing to do the sinning. For some even stranger reason, Damien cared.
The boy had a way of not being stunned by his prize-winning smirk, and that only made Damien want to try ten times harder to blow him away. He decided that the only way to calm his mind was to give into following Clyde, deciding not to just appear because that would either scare him, or show that Damien was worried.
Wait.. he was admitting to being worried?
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Post by Chrimien on Aug 21, 2011 12:48:25 GMT -5
Indeed sinning was being done...not by Clyde but onto him. He was used to it, it had been going on since Middle School...but it never hurt any less each time it was done. He had been unlucky enough to become Trents stress/anger outlet. It was this that his friends didnt know, it was this that he kept from them. They knew about the one time in Middle School, they did not know of the continuous times since then. They would never know of the time right now as he cried silently but for a few sounds of pain as Trent has his way, mocking words of love as he did.
Mostly it was just Trent, sometimes it would be Trent watching his friends with Clyde, other time it would be the friends watching Trent with Clyde. This time it was just Trent, which was the best choice out of all three, it meant he would be done and leave, but when the friends were involved the boy was almost naturally cruel...granted he was a mean son of a bitch anyway but it always seemed worse to Clyde when those followers were involved.
He gave a cry of pain, followed by a whimper as his hair was gripped and head pulled back from the wall it had been pressed against, Trent chuckling into his ear with more mocking words.
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Post by annanova on Aug 22, 2011 22:21:43 GMT -5
Damien snapped his head around the corner, seeing the disgusting display unravle in from of him. For a few horrible seconds the boy smiled, happy to be in the warm comforting smell of fear, but it didn't last long. It was fucking clyde being tormented and he couldn't stand for that. Though he didn't know why, it hurt him more than any form of physical torture. Hell, the boy didn't even step away or fight back.
Grabbing a fist full of greasy unkept hair, much like the boy was doing to Clyde, damien let out a low anamalistic growl. "Let go of him, or I shall unleash pain you never thought you'd feel, all with one hand." for a second the boy did nothing, than Damien sharply, without hesitation, ripped out a secon of the boys hair. It was a mess of blood and damp strands, all still attached to the scalp which was dangling carelessly from Damiens hand. "And that's a manuver I perfected at age two. Care to stick around and see any of my recent tricks?"
Trent didn't have time to answer before Damien pulled him away from Clyde, tossing the secion of skin and hair onto the ground before yanking the smaller boy into his arms protectively. "You see, this is my new toy." After all, this wouldn't be Damien if he didn't find a way to make himself look selfish and egotistical. "And I don't like cunts touching my fucking toys. Say one more word, and I'll have you endlessly rapped by demons. And they have dicks like pinapples but the size of fucking footballs. So do what I say and apologize to him. Now."
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 3, 2011 12:42:54 GMT -5
His mind couldnt process words right now, but the voice did sound familiar. Damien? He felt more pain as Trent was practically ripped away from his abused body. The cold wall was replaced by a warm body. He shuddered at the difference, whimpering in the males hold. He couldnt help but cling to the body in front of him, hands gripping to cloth tightly as he panted, minute shudders leaving him.
He felt like blacking out and he did just that, passing out against Damien's chest, body going limp with a light whine. Trent glared, not liking the situation "Your toy? I had him first fuck face, he's mine, he always will be, I had him since middle school" So thats why Clyde distanced himself from everyone "Im not apologizing to the little bitch either" he hissed.
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Post by annanova on Sept 4, 2011 14:04:43 GMT -5
Damien sort of dropped Clyde, realizing that that wasn't a very graceful or heroic thing to do, but since when was he the hero? He kept reminding himself: he was doing this for the sole idea of crushing a human, and perhaps getting a toy in his spare time. Not that he truly intended to use Clyde as that, but it was someting that justified his actions.
He smirked and took a step forward, chucking darkly under his breath. "You know, this is really going to be fun for me. Now, I'm debating whether or not I should plow your ass just to let you know how it feels, or wait until a full demon does when youre in hell... and they basically have pineapples for dicks." He grabbed Tent's arm, holding it and feeling the bone all but crunch as he heated his hand, seeing the flesh turn brown. "Talk. I might feel pity."
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 19, 2011 22:09:17 GMT -5
Talking was out of the question, alls he could do was grind his teeth and scream behind them in pain as he tried to escape. He struggled like any normal human, because thats all he was. A normal human with intentions to harm. Intentions that had been turned on an unsuspecting boy in Middle School and have since stuck.
Clyde managed to pull from the darkness of passing out due to Trents pained screams and growls, the blond even threatened and cursed Damien. Shifting with a groan of pain Clyde managed to, after many tries, push himself up. Righting his pants he used the wall for support, watching the scene before him for a moment as he gathered himself before limping to Damien, placing a hand on his arm.
"Please...stop...just leave him..." He said nothing more before turning to limp away. He wanted to go home, he wanted to clean up, scrub his body till it was raw enough to bleed then curl under his blankets and sleep.
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Post by annanova on Sept 20, 2011 18:09:27 GMT -5
Damien let the other go, snarling at the boy as a warning before he turned to Clyde. Something made him wonder why Clyde wouldn't want to see the other die in agony. It was more than confusing, especially with all the pain Tent caused him. Damien glanced from the boy in his arms, to Clyde, then back again. "Stay away." He warned before turning to Clyde, and jogging to keep up with him.
"Look, don't be too proud to let me help you." Damien huffed.
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 20, 2011 22:41:44 GMT -5
"Fuck you asshole! He's my property! the blond screamed "You wait Clyde! You will be mine!" before he ran off, most likely to avoid further injury from the raven male. Clyde remained silent all the way home. He wouldnt even let Damien 'help' with his pained limping. Merely stepped inside, and thanking god his mother was still at work, before limping his way to the bathroom where he began filling a bath. Regardless of Damien being there, if he was there, he stripped, stepping into the steaming hot water and sitting. Skin beginning to turn red where the water touched him, tinting pinkred in some areas as he sat, curled in the tub that was filling with purely hot water.
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Post by annanova on Sept 24, 2011 15:01:26 GMT -5
Damien stood awkwardly next to the door, watching the boy awkwardly. "Um. Are you sure you don't need help with anything? Like, a doctor or maybe something to eat and drink?" He offered his help best he could, accessing his eyes from the injured boy in hopes to provide him some dignity.
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 24, 2011 15:16:56 GMT -5
"Im fine...Im used to it..." He sighed slightly "why are you still here..." He looked up at him. He wasnt trying to make him leave or something, his voice was curious. He wanted to know why, no one had ever bothered with him before, only his friends but even from them he kept secrets, he kept them safe from Trent, well thats what he thought anyway. Trent had told him that if he never told anyone then his friends would not get jumped or beaten. Trent didnt know about the Counselor and he was grateful for that but still...what did the other want? What was his motive?
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Post by annanova on Sept 25, 2011 13:26:37 GMT -5
"Misery fuels my dark soul. I feed off the horror of the innocent." Damien replied flatly, and meant it as a joke until he realized that Clyde was taking him seriously. He broke into a smile to let the boy know that though things that normal people hated, he loved, he still wasn't into feeding off Clyde. He just seemed too nice. For some odd reason, Damien wanted to make him happier.
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 25, 2011 13:45:18 GMT -5
He had tensed upon hearing that "Well...sorry theres nothing to feed off here...im not innocent..." He looked back to the water, grinding his teeth at the heated pain before scooting further into the tub, reaching and turning the coldwater on finally. When the tub was filled to his liking he turned it off, sitting there in the water for a few minutes more before grabbing a washcloth and then proceeding to scrub his skin raw like until it was red. That area though was treated a lot more nicer then the rest of his skin and by the end he was draining the tub as he washed his hair, turning the hot water on once more before switching it to the shower head.
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Post by annanova on Sept 26, 2011 20:23:02 GMT -5
"Well..." Damien started, still searching for words to make him sound as if he wasn't about to throw up. "I think I should get going... you know... if you're just gonna shower and shit..." He said softly, making a big deal out of staring out the window.
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Post by Chrimien on Sept 26, 2011 22:37:07 GMT -5
"I wasnt showering...I was scrubbing the endless feel of disgusting slut off me...it never works...but I feel a bit better afterwords..." He rinsed off, so much scrubbing had broken some skin here and there, scrubbed raw spots bleeding a bit. He even scrubbed his hair like he was going to rip it all off and odds were his nails had scratched his scalp. Once that was done he stepped out, wrapping in a huge towel and wandering to his room still mostly wet. The window was wide open, the room was an icebox and he was a wet boy curling on his bed.
He was a broken soul with a shivering body and matted, dripping wet hair. It was a miracle he hadnt progressed into cutting but then again scrubbing his body the way he did may be a good replacement for it, some spots still bled.
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