Thankful Night, Disturbing Morning
Damien woke up with a massive headache, but he was smiling. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw hundreds of bruises and cuts. "Thank you." He said quietly as he then looked over his shoulder and saw Maxine sleeping soundly next to him. "She never looked so peaceful" He continued to think. "I must've been so blind to have never noticed this." Maxine snuggled closer to him. Damien kept looking at her. He wanted to hold her but he had to get going now. He got up and with pain and all got himself dressed. It was time for him to do his other job. Hunting, he always enjoyed hunting down people and other supernatural beasts. This job wasn't easy and he knew perfectly well that Maxine would probably not agree to let him go out and hunt but he needed to make a living with something else besides fighting in the tournaments. Damien gave Maxine a kiss on her cheek and walked slowly to the door. Starring at her one more time he closed the door silently. Maxine awoke and looked at the door sleepily. With a tired voice she barely managed to say his name. "Damie" She said in a quiet tired voice before knocking out again.
Damien got out of the apartment and looked both ways as though he expected someone. He smiled as he went to his motorcycle. Starring at the helmet he saw figures jumping from rooftop to rooftop from the glare of the helmet. He turned quickly and saw a number of beings jumping then vanished quickly. Damien bit his lower lip and then shook his head. He then placed his helmet on. He started his motorcycle. He looked forward and his eyes shined deep purple for a moment. "Activate Hunter's Eyes." He whispered as he saw a near distant future. He always used this and this was the reason why he was always able to drive quickly before he crashed. He took a look at traffic and what were the fastest roads to take. His eyes returned to normal and he began to drive as fast as he could towards the hunting agency also well know as just "The Corporation." Damien arrived and went inside the parking lot. Parking his motorcycle he heard clanks above him. He turned around to see behind him. Damien then heard a sound again behind him and he rolled forwards to dodge. A slam could be heard where Damien was standing. Damien rubbed his cheek. He had yet another cut now. "Been a long time . . ." It was Dean and he was giving off a smirk that immediately annoyed Damien. Dean was in his combat mode wearing a tight blue muscle shirt and green jeans. Dean was holding a sword about five feet long. Damien stood up straight as he let out a small growl to Dean. It wasn't Dean who he was after but if it were meant to be for Dean to die at his hands Damien would do it.
"You're still in shape as expected cause you and I know where both come from. Oh my mistake my people don't betray me." Dean let out a small laugh and started to walk around Damien. Damien calmly got into position readying him self. "What do you want?" Damien played along. Dean laughed and dashed towards Damien trying to slash him. Damien moved towards the right and placed his right arm around Dean's striking arm and threw him. Dean landed on his feet and smiled. "As I said earlier when we met your death shall be mine." Damien watched Dean carefully watching his movements. "Leave now while you have the chance." Damien said in his growling voice. Dean laughed and rushed Damien again slashing towards Damien's chest area up to three times. Damien backed away the first slash; moved to the right for the second, and ducked for the last one seeing an opening Damien would then uppercut Dean with a fistful of fire. Dean moved upwards then backwards slightly and quickly backspin kicked Damien. Damien barely managed to block with his elbow but still received damage and sent to the side. Damien looked at Dean but Dean was gone. He looked everywhere. He was tempted to use the hunters' eyes but he enjoyed feeling limited. Dean then jumped onto Damien from the ceiling and tried to stab him in his heart in a downward motion with the sword. Damien quickly saw this and barraged him with fire. Just then, Damien managed to quickly but barely to grab the sword by the sides and push away from his chest. Damien was using his fire in his hands to not get cut as much as he would've at his hands. Dean was pushing onto him with all his might trying to push it into Damien's chest. Dean laughed as he talked. "Just die your no longer needed you fool!" Damien's features darkened. He was rather annoyed now. "That's where you're wrong!"
Damien turned to see a person with a dark blue headband that was as long as he was with a Japanese symbol in his forehead that said "happiness", a dark blue karate gi the sleeves ripped off from just barely above the elbows. A patch was on the right side of his chest that said "Omega Wolf," a black belt, dark blue glove in each hand with a red swirl in the middle of the backhand of the glove. He was also barefoot. He seemed to be about five feet nine inches with dark brown hair and brown eyes. It was Julian. He his legs were bent and had his hands by his side charging an energy blast and aimed at Dean. "Chaos!" Julian said asDean's eyes widened with fear but Damien quickly pushed the sword away to the side and grabbed Dean by the collar. Julian grew a smile and continued "Blast!" Julian shot out the charged energy blast with spears inside came out as a wave crashing towards Dean and Damien. Dean struggled but Damien held on tight but the blast swept Dean away and burned Damien's hands a little. Damien winced and rolled out of the way and allowed Julian to throw his blast at full throttle. Julian took the chance and kept up the blast. Dean was struggling to get out of the blast before he hit a wall but it was too late and he slammed hard onto a wall. Damien smiled. Even though he wasn't the one attacking Dean at least he got to see him suffer through the hands of his best friend. Damien then saw something he didn't think was possible. Dean used the side of the sword to deflect the blast in the last moments of the collision. Julian and Damien then got into position but Dean fell on his knee. He was breathing hard. "You rotten punk you're going to pay for that." Julian smiled as Dean told him that. Damien was about to rush him but Julian extended his arm towards Damien stopping him. "I'll handle him."
Julian said confidently. He ran towards Dean. Dean got up and got his sword ready to strike. Dean then struck forward with the sword. Without a second thought Julian swayed to the left and elbow strike Dean then jumping up he hurricane kicked his jaw. Dean stumbled for little and let out a groan of pain and swung the back end of the sword at Julian. Julian kicked the hilt of the sword and jumped backwards. Dean took the opportunity and tackled Julian. Landing, Julian extended his arms outwards towards to Dean to minimize damage. Julian was sent back slightly receiving small damage. Julian smiled excitedly.
Dean was now getting angry and rushed recklessly towards Julian. Calmly Julian just got in ready position and waited. It can be seen by the expression and in his eyes, that Julian was having fun against Dean. Dean then threw the sword aside seeming to have had enough with it. He then swung his right arm downwards. Julian smiled and always wanted an opportunity like this. He quickly shifted the position of his legs and charged his right hand. As he saw the fist draw near him he jumped upwards and raised his charged right arm towards Dean. It was a raising dragon punch. "Chaos Dragon Strike!" An impact slammed from both of the encounters. Damien shielded himself from the impact. Damien smiled seeing as this was a good match and he had front row seats. Dean was on his knees holding his right arm now completely demolished with broken bones and dripping blood from his shoulder and arms. By the looks of things it would be taking its time to heal. Julian stood before Dean with a triumphant smile on. His right arm wasn't in that bad a shape as Dean's. His glove was gone and now had the top part of his gi torn from the right side. Dean had over abused his abilities and it was near dawn making it worse for him. Dean was glaring and growling. Damien walked over to Julian's' side and crossed his arms.
"Do it. Kill me. That is what both of you want isn't it? Why don't you just kill me?" Dean said with pain in his voice. Julian smiled and held his right arm now. Julian spoke with the usual "train harder for next time" voice. "Listen to me. You don't deserve the death of a warrior, you deserve to rot away with the dust and be forgotten." Damien smiled. He was going to remember those words. Damien looked over his shoulder and noticed the sun was coming up. He smiled and looked back at Dean, but he was gone. Julian stared off at the depths of the parking lot. Damien walked over to his motorcycle and opened a compartment in his motorcycle. He took out a long sleeve white shirt. Damien laughed. "You're lucky I have spares." Damien said as he ripped off the sleeves. Julian smiled lightly turning to face Damien. He then laughed. "And how will you replace the glove?" Damien slowly stopped laughing and threw the shirt to Julian. "Hey I'm doing my best." Julian changed quickly and reminded Damien. "Come on we better get going to get our assignment or Selene will be mad at you." Julian laughed lightly walking away. Damien shook his head and closing the compartment he stared far off to the depth of the lot. Clicking the alarm for his motorcycle, he followed Julian giving one last glance towards the sun.