As the lights turned out en mass, there was one tiny chink of light visible in the pitch blackness of the room; a flickering, red light high up on the wall to the left.
The camera feed lead, by a series of wires, to a room higher up in the building, all the way up to what could loosely be described as an attic, but it didn't look like one at all. The small room was adorned with computers, which lined one whole wall in the room, accompanied by bookshelves coating the others. The only space left was a small area near the door.
In the middle of the room, shrouded in a small light from the desk lamp, Damon sat, his face illuminated by the white footage on the screen in front of him.
He sat with a notebook on the desk in front of him, and he was sucking on a pencil, which had not yet been put into use.
Damon knew that he had to write something, something that could determine the winner of the 'game'. The only trouble was, he couldn't think of anything. Dean had done the best he could, and Sam-well, what had happened to him was enough, he thought.
He sighed as he leaned back, watching the green night vision feed in front of him, watching as Dean paced the room in the pitch black, while Sam was propping himself up on the wall.
It was too much, too soon, he thought, but Dominic knew what he wanted, and there was no way he was going to question his actions.
He first met the man he was now killing with a few months ago, when he had just buried his father.
Dominic was a distant friend at school, he didn't get on too well with him, and he didn't really know him. Dominic had taken him in when no one else would, had looked after and supported him. Dominic was a big storyteller, and there was plenty of times when he had got the bajeezers scared out of him, but that was Dominic.
All that changed when he became part of the story.
His first murder was over in seconds, and he had only been witness, but it had been enough. That feeling of ultimate power had gotten hold of him, and he knew he was hooked. Feeling the life leave someone's body was the ultimate high, the ultimate drug offered in the human race.
Dominic was the master of the macabre; he was the orchestrator of the symphony of death. He called the shots, and Damon did as he was told, and that was the way it had always been.
But now, he thought that he had gone too far. He knew about revenge, how it twists a person, but-cutting someone open? It was too much. Too much blood and trouble, in his mind.
But he was never going to say anything, unless he wanted to end up like their many victims, stripped of their humanity before their life leaves their bodies. He knew that would happen.
'Damon! Are they ready for the next test?' came Dominic's strong voice from the area downstairs. Damon jumped a mile and dropped his pencil, cursing as he bent to pick it up. He cast a last look at the men in the cell- Sam was now being supported by his brother, who was rubbing his back in large circles, presumably to comfort him.
Damon gave a small, sad smile. He wondered how different his life might have been if he had a brother like that, what would have happened if he had someone like Dean to look after him...
'DAMON! ARE YOU GONNA ANSWER ME OR WHAT?' Dominic roared, coming in through the door, anger in his eyes. He walked over to Damon and pushed him hard in the shoulder, sending Damon careering onto the floor with a cry of pain.
'Answer me next time then!' he spat, before looking at the screen.
'I-I think they are ready!' Damon said meekly, rubbing his shoulder as they get up.
'...look at them, hugging each other like girls! Ha! Real men don't act like that, I'm surprised they beat dad in the first place...let's see what they're really made of!' he said, an eager smile on his face as he looked down at Damon. Damon nodded then turned away, he knew that they were comforting each other, and that was a good thing-it made them human.
He flinched when Dominic put an arm under his and pulled him up, brushing him down as he went.
'Are you ok?' he asked softly, looking him up and down.
'Yes-thank you' Damon brushed off his apology, knowing he didn't mean it; Dominic had a personality for every occasion, he would be back to beating him within the minute.
'If you're sure? Let's get the next game ready then!' he said cheerily, and then he walked out the door.
Damon watched him go, and as he hurried to follow him, he cast one last, forlorn look at the screen, at the brothers, seemingly determined-and desperate- to do anything in their power to keep each other safe.
And in a strange, roundabout way-Damon admired that.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter; it was just a little back story for one of our villains, so I hope you enjoyed!
The next chapter will have the boy's next test!
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