Tragic Visions slowly stole my life
Tore away everything
Cheating me out of my time
I'm the one who loves you
No matter wrong or right
And every day I hold you
I hold you with my inner child
Godsmack, Serenity
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Damien stared in absolute horror at the vile substance erupting from his foster brother's throat. Tucker leaned against a garbage can, retching horribly. Danny winced, as he glanced up at the Roller Coaster they had all just exited. "You think after all these years he'd have learned his stomach can't take the "Roar""
"My stomach can handle it!" Tucker groaned his voice reverberating within the can, "I just have a virus" He vomited again, this time falling over and taking the can with him. "And an Inner ear infection!" he called from the floor. The hybrids eyed each other nervously for a second before breaking into fits of laughter. A short distance away Sam and Jazz cringed in empathy while trying to enjoy their cotton candy.
The evening had progressed slowly after Damien had accepted the invitation to the fair. Despite his many travels, he'd never been to one. Up until this point he'd always viewed them as a waste of time and energy that could have been put into something more meaningful… Art…Religion…Music…Even a lava lamp seemed slightly more poignant…
'Then again', he smiled to himself as he took a bite of carnival food, 'God hadn't invented the sno-cone.' Damien had to admit, even if he didn't approve of the poor construction of some of the rides and was fairly certain there was a strain of rabies in the meat of his hot dog, fairs were good for at least one thing: People Watching.
Since he'd sat there he'd noticed a lot of things, the way Tucker never shut up, the way Danny glanced at Sam when he was certain she wasn't looking, (not to mention the way she smirked when he turned back), the way Jazz…. Well… was Jazz….
Of course, due to his unnatural abilities, he noticed a few other things. Demons can see auras, the rings of spiritual energy that surround a being's body. Such rings are quite colorful and tend to reflect a person's true nature.
Damien's own was grey, signifying the presence of both dark and light. A literal blur between good and evil.
Tucker's aura was a brilliant red, mirroring his flagrant materialism while Sam's was filled the soothing purple of the spiritual Jazz's contained a mixture of calming blue and blaring green, showing her caring and domineering persona. Danny's was the only one where Damien was truly shocked.
Danny's aura was pitch black, a color he had seen only in a few places, but always on the dead or dying. The boy didn't appear to be ill, nervous maybe, but not at death's door. The black itself was also a tad strange, appearing to have iridescent streaks of blue in some places. There was something very wrong here. There was something strange inside of Danny. Damien's thoughts were broken suddenly with his foster brother's recovery.
"And I'm up!" Tucker smirked as he jumped to his feet, "Who's up for the next ride?"
"What could possibly be more entertaining that watching you empty your stomach into a can?" The Possessed smiled
"Watching him get crushed in bumper cars!" Sam called gleefully as she grabbed Danny and Tucker and pulled them towards the appropriate pavilion. As the friends ran ahead, Damien and Jazz walked at a slow pace side by side.
"Having fun?" He sighed as they grew closer to the booth. She glanced over at him and smiled sweetly.
"Aren't you?" She asked concernedly
"Well yeah, but I'm not so sure I'm up for watching your brother and his friends put on a horrifying display of a lack of respect for the automotive industry." Jazz looked up at the sparks flying from the top of the tent as the small vehicles squealed across the metal floor.
"You have a point." She grimaced as the two walked forward. They passed slides, balloons, cotton candy vendors, but nothing caught her eye until they reached one last building. Tall, long and wide this trailer was much larger than all the others. Decorated by clowns with disturbing facepaint that reminded Damien of a demon he had once faced while still in the old country and surrounded by dancing colored lights it called a lot of attention to itself. Jazz smiled, "Up for a Fun House?"
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Officer Albert, as he liked to be called despite his rather lowly position with animal control, was a proud man. He was a self made man, born not many miles from where he now sat, married even fewer, who was content with his life. He had a wife that loved him, a child on the way and enough money to keep all of them happy. Unfortunately at this present moment he was far from cheerful. Terrified is closer.
All around him cages rattled as animals strained against the bars of their pens. The snarling and clawing of strays built louder and louder into a deafening cacophony as he backed towards the wall in horror. It had begun without warning, without provocation, almost as if every animal had in the same instant become aware of some dark presence. He could feel the same dread pressing down upon him as he glanced at a nearby computer monitor with a steadily blinking red light over holding cell 34.
Christ. The Wolves had broken lose.
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Damien smiled amusedly as he caught a glimpse of Azrael's warped form in the fun house mirror. 'It's not funny….' The demon groaned from within his head as it's host moved up and down making it's reflection appear skinny and tall versus short and fat. The Possessed stopped abruptly when he noticed Jazz had been watching the whole time. She giggled and pulled him forward into the next room where they stood atop a bridge suspended in a spinning tunnel.
"So," Jazz smirked as she gripped the sides of the bridge for support as she battled vertigo, "Where's the coolest place you've ever been?"
"What's with the 4th degree?" He grinned, "Ever since you got me away from the group it's been a "Let's Learn About Damien" Bonanza."
"Does it bother you?" she asked concernedly
"Not really," He lied, "A monastery back in France."
"Excuse me?" Jazz asked confused
"A monastery back in France, it's the coolest place I've ever been." Damien explained coolly, amazed by how effortlessly he was telling her all this. Then again wasn't like she'd asked anything that would require some creative evasion yet.
"You've been to France?" She smiled with obvious interest
"I was born there…. I think… I grew up there at least, I lived in this monastery for sometime. Then I left. Great library, terrific architecture."
"You don't have much of an accent, French or otherwise."
"It's been awhile since I've been there. Nothing really to go back to."
"No little girlfriends back home waiting for Damien to sweep them off their feet?" Jazz teased as she reached the end and looked back at the boy's struggle against his own equilibrium.
"I should hope not." Damien frowned, put off slightly by the imagery of a rotting corpse covered in cobwebs looking out to sea, waiting for his ship to return. (Coincidentally, it never had. Partially his fault, partially god's) He pressed off the railing of the bridge and rushed forward, falling flat on his face on the other side of the tunnel.
'How can you expect to be balanced physically, if you're not balanced spiritually' Azrael chuckled as Damien attempted to push himself up. Jazz leaned down and pulled him to his feet.
"So have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"No…"
"Ever kissed a girl when the priests weren't watching?"
"No, their really strict about little boys staying away from girls. I wonder why…."
Jazz looked Damien in the eyes and moved closer to him. "Did you ever want to?" She couldn't believe she was being this forward.
"Y-yes…" He stuttered slightly, his cool demeanor having broken splendidly at the first realization of what was happening. The two grew closer as their lips met, a simple gesture with a much greater meaning. Consumed, Damien leaned in to deepen the kiss. They had only been as such for a second when a yell burst through the Fun House.
"GET OFF MY SISTER!"
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Dash looked in the mirror at his bruised face. Two black eyes, and a nose that had only just stopped bleeding stared back at him echoing his battered pride. He'd been taught a few things since birth thanks to the business end of his father's belt. Men didn't cry and Baxter's didn't lose. Today thanks to that new kid, he'd done both. Solemnly he picked up his telephone with revenge in mind.
"Kwan, It's me. Get everybody together, we're gonna run that son of a bitch out of town"
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A/N- So sorry for the long wait, computer troubles and school has been killing me lately. (realizes the irony in that statement considering the amount of ghostness in this show) I'm equally sorry that there was so little action in this chapter. Every little thing is building up to a point. Time for reviews.
KhaosFire-Katana: Thanks, but I'm compelled to try and say your name 5 times fast
Dr. Evans: (Blinks) well… thanks but not by a lot… I think…I'm confused… moving on
Inu-Phantom: Who said something didn't happen to me? I took a ride in a car service car and BAM anal probe! Hmm… more jokes needed huh? Umm… so Moses and God are talking and Moses is like "Wait wait wait, We're the chosen people, but they get all the oil deposits and we have to cut off the end of our WHAT?"
Coming soon:
Damien's true past revealed, Fighting and displays of ghostly and demonic power galore. All thrown together with a pinch of madness
