Damian's story
Chapter 11: Injury
Warning: Very sensitive content (include handkerchiefs)
(Internal point of view: Jack)
Since last night Damian did not leave his room, I worry a little because he did not even come to eat, sometimes I hear him playing with his little dog but ... his voice seems a little bit weak, I then decided to knock on his door. His dog starts to bark loudly, and I hear the water from the shower go out
- Damian, it's me! Will you open the door for me? I said to him, from his bathroom I heard him walk
I hear his bathroom door open, then I heard him moan in his room
- Ow... that hurts ! He moaned, I knocked a second time and that's where he answered me
- Who is it ?
- It's me Jack! Damian then opened the door, he is in white underpants with a light blue shirt on him, behind him his puppy is wagging his tail and rolling on the gray carpet of Damian while playing with a small green ball.
- Hi Jack! What did you want ? He asks me while wiping his blue hair with his towel, I then patted on his head telling him
- Well ... as you are deprived of exit and I do not want to go to town alone, I wanted to offer you a little workout with me and then ... I could give you a painting course and let you practice on my new masterpiece! Are you interested? Damian makes his famous head tilt and then thinks for a few seconds, he opens his door to me by telling me
- Okay ! You give me time to put on my tracksuit? I nodded and he quickly left to change, leaving me alone in his room.
His room is rather tidy, everything is in order except his office. His colored pencils, his sheets of drawings and a paper with a code are scattered over the table, seeing this coded paper, curiosity quickly tickled my mind, I then noticed his locker always closed with this padlock code. I know it's very bad to dig into the affairs of others, but ... Damian is my little brother and it's normal to worry about him, even though he's the one who protects me most often.
So I do not hesitate any more, I write the code on the padlock and open it at the same time as its locker, inside there are very few things but that are strange, including small white devices, an envelope already open, his stuffed rabbit, a DVD that is that of : The Green Mile!
And a panoply of drawings curled, curious I take one at random and unfold it, I discover the drawing of a human wrist injured, the large black lines running through this wrist indicates a deep and painful wound, it shows by the depth and the size of the lines in which the pencil has passed many times over. I roll it and put it back in its place while I resume a second drawing, this time there are only two eyes represented on this sheet, except that these eyes have something ... suspect!
In the white of the eyes, red veins have been finely drawn, the pupil of the eye is almost non-existent and the icy glance offered by these eyes makes me cold in the back, I hasten to wrap it and tidy. And as I grab the small white devices to look at them more closely, I hear Damian's voice telling me
- What are you doing ? I made a sudden leap to the point that I almost lost balance, I saw Damian in his tracksuit raising his eyebrows in astonishment by adding
- You're digging into my stuff ! I start to stammer as he comes closer to me to pick up the devices and then put them in his ears, this raised a question
- Damian ... are you deaf? I asked him with my eyes wide of surprise, Damian inclines his little head of child and sent me another question
- Oh ... you did not know? His question then reminded me that Damian never looked me in the eye when I spoke to him, it remained fixed on my lips even when he was small.
Yes ... except Damian, only I still remember my childhood despite the effects of the arrangement, I resume my spirits when Damian gets impatient while closing his locker and changing the code of his padlock so that I do not but before he caught me, I managed to take something from him and hide it in the pocket of my coat; Then we went to the training room where of course there were still people, I swore that the band at Carl would end when they came.
I saw their gaze hang on us, a contemptuous smile takes shape on their lips when Damian moves to the back of the room to warm up, all here despise Damian! No doubt because he is pampered by Ziggourat,
« Pampered » is a word very little given to the situation in which Damian is stuck.
I see Damian starting to train without me before calling me and when I join him, I notice that from time to time he moans strongly. Damian is far from being treated like a little prince here! There, in this tower Damian undergoes the effects of the arrangement, just like me who was forced and manipulated, except that he ... before it even saw the light of day, Ziggourat set about chasing him to make him a subject. Damian does not even have the slightest memory of what happened to him or who his real family is and what may have happened to him !
Are they still alive?
- Ouch ...! Damian shouted before falling from the top of the iron bar, yet he has no trouble training on it, he is also unbeatable. Immediately I come down to help him as Carl's band laughs in their corner, Damian tries to get up with his arms trembling, helping him to get up, I saw of the black mark on the right wrist of Damian and it resembled exactly that of its drawing
- Damian ... how did you do that? I asked him.
I saw Damian start trembling and back a few steps while hiding his wrist under his tracksuit jacket
- It's nothing ! Leave it alone! He told me, that's when Carl and his band choose to come and bother us
- Well then Damian! Can we manage to hold on to the bar? At the same time with your dwarf size it seems normal! Carl insulted him while trying to shake Damian, and then he started to blame me for having no physical battle skills, Damian quickly responded by the offensive by dropping him by mowing his legs with a kick well placed in the knees, Carl falls on the blow and is very quickly edgy.
- How dare you ? He shouted as he stood up to attack Damian while Jack was held by the others.
Damian dodges every shot with great agility, such as a ninja he parries each shot and manages to counter-attack, the nose of Carl ends up bleeding abundantly and rage it attacks one last time Damian by attempting a punch to the face, Damian quickly diverted his head but dropped one of his hearing aids that broke on the floor, at the last moment Carl falls by a punch in the ribs.
When he got up, his black eyes met the cold, glistening gaze of Damian staring coldly at him; In Damian's eyes, Carl thought he was seeing something terribly frightening that he quickly made him back down, his legs tremble
- Damian calm you, it's good he understood! Damian interrupted, his wrist wound trembling, the condition of his wrist must have worsened so that he trembled so hard. Then at my feet I see the broken remains of his left hearing instrument, and as I picked him up, Damian took the opportunity to hit Carl in the face with his wounded wrist and then he started to leave.
- Psychopathic and unwanted dwarf species! One of these days I'll make you regret your gesture! He shouted Carl, Damian stopped and just turned his head a little
- Yes, you understood very well ! You are an unwanted Damian ! In your opinion why would you be here instead of being in the arms of your dear Mother eh? Yes, apart from you we all know where you come from, we know who was your creator and the idiot who decided to keep you in her and to bring you into the world ! By doing this, she simply brought one more demon into our world ... Suddenly, before he finishes his sentence, Allan suddenly got out of nowhere and to hit Carl in the face, this one is knocked out in no time.
- I forbid you to utter such bullshit ! He shouted before finishing it with a kick in the ribs, we had to call the ambulance because of all this and we lost sight of Damian !
( Internal point of view: Damian Hart )
After this exhausting brawl, I found myself out in the rain. My wrist hurts so badly, and this migraine refuses to let go for even five minutes, suddenly I hear a little noise not very far from Allan's apartment, and as I saw that I had left my window open, I passed by there and is discovered my little companion chewing my blankets, by chance he spared my stuffed hidden under my pillow, I come to join his game by throwing the little ball, with his small feet, he runs after and comes to bring me back
- Go Miguel, go get ! I said to him, throwing the ball at him, suddenly, lifting my right hand, my wrist began to make me so bad that I dropped the ball and rolled to the threshold of my door, while Miguel was sleeping at my feet.
It was then that I saw Allan on the threshold of my door, his gaze seems empty and it seems even worse than before, his breathing is noisier than usual and he struggles to stand, yet he stands facing me
- Allan? What's the matter ? I asked him, he did not answer me and is content to approach me, in my opinion it is to scold me because I fought, but instead he embraced me strongly murmuring me
- I am sorry ! Sorry you have to live this, I should never have let these people hurt you, I should have fought for '' you '' protect and allow you to run away from here but ... I could not do anything! You should hate me for my weakness, I do not deserve to be one of your loved ones !
- Allan ... what are you talking about? Why would I hate you? For me you are more than a simple relative ... For me you are ... my father! I said in all sincerity as I feel his embrace tighten harder on my body, I almost can not breathe, I hear Allan crying in my ears
- I'm not your father Damian ! (It makes me shock, though I knew it was not, but I would have liked everything to be wrong) For you I'm absolutely nothing, just the man who brought you up with Jack ! And for Jack it's the same thing, after what happened to you, I do not deserve your love to both yet ... I would really love to be your father! He admitted to me between several sobs, it sounded like a harpoon in my heart and at the same time the embrace is still tighter.
- I... can... not... breath ! I tried to pronounce, but I'm too tight against Allan, who starts to stroke my hair, calming me with sweet words.
I feel like leaving, my headache begins to subside and my whole body relaxes, until I hear Allan cough and I feel a task and burning liquid running down my arm, perceive that it is blood, the embrace loosens and I feel again all the sensations of my body, the hand of Allan stroking my head stops and I hear him say
- I can not do that ... Before I see him fall beside me, I notice that I'm covered in blood and that Allan's mouth was covered with it too. Allan does not move, his eyes once shining with joy for us are now tearful, dull and empty
- Allan ...? Hey ... Allan are you alright ? I called him by shaking him a bit, he did not answer me and did not move either, worried I turned over on my back using all my strength, and I felt that his heart had stopped.
I tried heart massage that I had been taught but ... It did not work !
Then, looking at his arm, I discovered a small black hole, it was at that moment that my mind began to see blurry images in which cries echoed, and that Allan had been stabbed by a syringe in his arm trying to protect something ... And that something was me!
I felt like ... my heart broke from within !
(No internal point of view)
Jack walks down the hall with Ziggurat talking to him about his new Beyblade top: Evil Beafoll! When their conversation was interrupted by a howl from Allan's apartment, they immediately recognized Damian and ran to join him.
There, they find Damian kneeling on the ground covered with blood, beside the inert body of Allan, just seeing the blood on Damian and on the mouth of Allan Ziggourat immediately understood what happened, he came up to Damian and took him in his arms and took him away from the room, hiding his eyes. Damian struggled and kept screaming while Ziggourat took him out of the room while calling the emergencies. ! Under the shock of such a tragedy, he remembered the words that Allan had told him during their discussion
"I'm going to die Jack." Allan whispered to him that day. Jack felt his tears run down his cheeks, then heard a noise at the window.
A black crow at the ends of the blood-colored wings watched him !
Faced with this dark bird, Jack pulls his phone out of his pocket and out of his hull ... the piece of paper that Allan sent him !
Hi everybody ! I apologize for this very long absence, but as I told you last time, I went back to school and did not expect so much work, so do not worry if I do not publish not much is that my work will take me too much time, in short, I hope that this chapter will have pleased you, as usual make me share your opinions in comments it will please me. I make you all very big kisses and tell you soon for chapter 12 ! Kisses !