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Chapter 3: He Came Back
Damon stepped in the room and looked directly at them. "It is good to be back. But I wouldn't be back right now if it wasn't for everything that's going on right-" Before he could finish, Rouge punched him dead in the face. He turned around with an angry look in his eye, before changing his expression to a calm one. "I had that coming. However, I'm not here for pleasantries."
Rouge callously said, "Yeah, and if it wasn't for Claudia, you'd be on the ground being beaten repeatedly by me."
Damon raised an eyebrow and remarked, "That worked out well for you last time you tried that, huh?" Rouge growled at him, as he continued. "There is a spy that has been attacking factories, and he's in this one right now."
Claudia asked, "What do you mean by that? And how do you know?"
"Because, Claudia, my dear, I happen to have information on such a subject. Sadly, I can't tell you where I got it."
Jake commented, "I bet he stole it."
"Watch your tongue, Jake!" Damon shouted. "I could always pull it out of your mouth and make you skip rope with it!" He clenched his fist which made Jake flinch. "It doesn't matter. I'm not here for you all anyway. I'm only here for you, Claudia."
Claudia asked, "Me?"
He walked up to her and said, "I've brought you sorrow and I'm sorry for that. I never should have hurt you from the beginning. I'll never hurt you again, and I'm not going to use my angry personality anymore. I don't like what it does to me."
"I don't trust you anymore," Claudia mumbled.
"What did you say?" He asked.
"I'm still angry with you, and I don't accept your apology," she said with a tone of slight anger.
He sighed and said in a sad voice, "I know I'm not the man you deserve, but I want to be."
"Stop it."
"I really do have feelings for you, something I never knew was possible."
"I mean it, Damon."
"You've awoken feelings of love I've blocked out all my life."
"Damon, stop talking."
"I came here because if all of you lost your 'second home,' you'd be upset and I didn't want that to happen."
Claudia finally lost her temper, something that surprised even her. "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, DAMMIT!" She hit him across the face. "I don't love you and I want you to go away!"
Damon had a sad look on his face, "Claudia, I didn't mean to-"
Claudia hit him again, and again, before punching him. The punch knocked him into a wall, with his nose bleeding. One of the jagged edges of the wall tore off a piece of his glove. That's when Claudia spotted something. "Damon, what was that?"
He looked down and said, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing for you to worry about, so don't think a thing about it."
Claudia looked again. It was almost shiny. "You have something shining under your glove. Take it off."
"I'm not going to."
"Take it off, Damon."
"No!"
"DO IT NOW!"
Damon stepped back, "Okay! Ease back, will you? You'll ruin your lovely voice!" He took off his glove, and it was an unusual sight. Under his glove was not an ordinary human hand. Damon had a hand made out of silver. It was strangely eerie, but also rather beautiful. "I hoped you didn't spot that, but I can't hide anything from you anymore, can I?"
Claudia became worried, "What happened to your hand? Have you had this all this time?"
Damon said to her, "No. This hand was the result of an accident out in the cold. The elevator ran out of fuel and landed on the cold side of town. I promised myself not to leave until I could find a way to prove I could be someone you deserve. Unfortunately, I learned the consequences of such a statement. One night, I had fallen asleep, and my hand had frozen overnight. The frostbite was unbearable, and I didn't know what to do. Then I found a house out in the blizzard. It said 'Dr. Wilbur Wonka, Dental Practitioner. I had presumed that it was Mr. Wonka's father. Am I wrong?"
"No, you're right," Max replied.
Damon continued, "Dr. Wonka recognized me as one of the ticket winners. To my convenience, he was finishing work on a surgeon. They saw my hand and helped to thaw it. But when the ice melted, my hand had blackened. It was horrific to see. My skin was purple, red, and black altogether. They had no choice but to amputate. Unfortunately, the surgeon had nothing to replace it with. I suggested for him to use silver, as Dr. Wonka would have it for fillings. They melted the silver down and fashioned a silver hand for me to use. Now that I have total control over it, I feel fine. Dr. Wonka then informed me that Mr. Wonka was there a couple days ago, and told him about the attacks on the other companies. He handed me a copy of the files to send to Charlie Bucket, as well as photographs of a figure within the factory. I mailed Charlie the pictures and decided to come to deliver the other files personally. I knew I could tell you guys, because, well…."
Jake said, "Spit it out, Woods!"
Damon said, "I want to help. I want to make up for what I did. I don't blame you for hating me, nor do I blame you for wanting to kick my ass out the door. I'll take my leave now."
Claudia said, "Damon, wait!" But he was already gone.
That's the chapter! Now what do you think will happen next? It will be a thrill, eh? See you guys tomorrow for a new update, and have a great day!
