6 Years since that blood-stained night...

Through the course of these 6 years, Daemon went on a unpredictable, unstopable killing spree. He had quite the reputation, not only as a wild killer, but as a womaniser, a slob, and an outright horrible person. Those combine make someone you'd really want to stay away from. G.U.N. had a nice reward on him, alive for now, so he was often attacked by some random, foolish bastard, who then quickly met his death. This time was different. He was caught by suprise...

A figure, wearing a long dark brown coat and hat, walked into one of the city's bars. The figure was shadowed and as gloomy as a storm cloud. He walked up to the bar and asked for a drink "Bloody Mary..." Said the freaky figure in a crooked tone.
The rock music on the speakers had stoped, and nobody had even touched anything. The bartender just looked at this cloaked person with a raised eyebrow "Alrighty then...Bloody mary coming right up..." He then said in a mutter "Weirdo..." He had turned around, and there was a quick slash noise, and a shocked look on the bartender's face. He made muffled choking noises as blood started to trickle from his neck, and his head sloped down, and fell right off his shoulders. Afterwhich his headless corpse simply collapsed. Daemon tipped his hat, and threw it aside, his red tiped fox ears twitching "Fuck...Your name's not mary, is it?"

Yells and screams could be heard a mile away, and in minutes, the whole building was on fire. After about five minutes the noises from the bar had stoped, and everyone killed were all thrown into a big pile in the middle of the bar, some with their entrails ripped out, some with chunks missing from their faces, all of them set on fire, their dead flesh roasting in the open flame. "I do so love bonfires...But now I must go. Another day, another attack on humanity..." He walked right out the door, which collapsed right as he left. He looked outside and sees one bright red fire truck, with the men readying the hose. "...No tanks? No sirens, police, nothing? Just a damned truck? I knew they were weak, but they're not stupid...Well not THAT stupid..." He thought, then shrugged "I'll take care of these dumb bastards..." He was in plain sight, and they just ignored him, prioritizing themselves with the fire. He walked towards them calmly, when his ears twitched "Wha?" There was a loud thwack, and Daemon fell over, looking up at a fading brown figure, until he went unconscious.

"Ugh..."
"The patient is restrained, right?"
"Those holds are reinforced steel, he can't break through, and he definately can't burn through 'em."
"Put the freak in a room and lets get some lunch."
Daemon's eyes flung wide open, they were bloodshot, and you could easily tell from his face that he was pissed. His ears twitched as he heard two thirty year old men in white coats "Okay, I'll handle him." One of them piped up. The man reached for Daemon, not paying attention to know he was awake, and as soon as his hand was in range of his muzzle, Daemon chomped right down on his index finger, ripping it off his hand. The man fell over backwards, screaming and panicing in pain. He held up his now four fingered hand in shock and horror as blood flowed down his hand "That bastard! Someone help me! Oh my god!" The other man darted to him with a first-aid kit and applied bandages.

Daemon lashed out with a booming yell "Fucking coward! I'll kill you! EVERYONE HERE, AND ALL OF THEIR DAMN FAMILY! THEY'LL ALL BE BLOODY CORPES WHEN I'M DONE WITH THEM!" Suddenly he heard footsteps toward him, and then a sharp pain in his arm. "Gah!..." He looked to his right side and saw a needle in his arm "Fuh..." And before he could even finish his expletive, he had blacked out once more.

Daemon's eyes came open slowly, and he squinted to the bright light in the solitary padded room. "Restraints, bright light, and no food...This definately isn't my kind of place..." The door came open, and a man in white came in and laid a plate with bread on it, and a small bowl of water next to him "We have nowhere to take you in your condition, and no way in hell are you getting out of there any time soon..." Daemon thought to himself 'Correction, no GOOD food...I could use a nice steak...' And gave the man an angry yet hungry stare "You just wait until I get out..." And he kicked over the food and water. The man just shook his head and left, leaving Daemon with his thoughts of torture.

"Die...Die...Die..." The insane fox whispered repeatedly. "All of them...Dieeeee..."

End Chapter 5