The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Damian nodded, and walked over to the phone. "Just gonna get some things we'll need, for example, sleeping pills, rope, things like that." He picked up the phone and dialed a number quickly. "Oi', who's this?" A gruff voice asked. "Ever walked onto the scene of a crime and wept?" A short laugh echoes from the phone. "Thing's going wrong, D?" Damian sighed. "Yeah, J. I'mma need the same things as last." Damian then told him the address of the next street over, and hung up. "We got a code, don't worry. Now, I gotta go get the stuff, and while I'm gone, if they do anything, let me know when I get back." Damian put on his shoes and quietly opened the door, closing it after he left.
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She had stared at him through the whole conversation and gawked when the plans actually worked. When he left, she shrugged and started cooking again. She had slowed down and now took the opportunity to get back on time. She figured a beating would come eventually, but he hadn't made her promise... She sighed and mixed the vegetables into the now-cooked meat, then poured the sauce over it all. She didn't know why she was trusting this Damian kid, but she'd rather try what he suggested than continue with this life.
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A few minutes later, Damian came back through the door, wearing a black hoodie over his white sweater, hood up, and a black backpack. "...yeah, at about eight-thirty we should be done here. Mhm. Yeah. Right across the street." Closing the tiny black cellphone, he put it in his pocket and walked into the kitchen. "Everything's set, we have a ride, all's good." He set the bag down on the table and brough out a bottle of pills, a little bowl, and a small glass rod. Immediately, he opened and emptied the bottle of pills into the bowl and started crushing them with the rod, making sure to crush all of it.
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She watched for a while before asking "What exactly are we..well, you..doing?"
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"To make things easier, I'm going to drug them, then bound them to chairs. Which reminds me, are you squeamish?" He finished grinding the pills into powder, then dumped it back into the bottle.
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She couldn't help but laugh at that one. "No, I'm not squeamish, why do you ask?" She stirred the food and checked the rice on the back burner
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Damian smirked. "I tend to get really crazy when I'm in that mood. And you haven't even seen me really pissed." He then pulled out something wrapped in cloth, and uncovered a long black knife, which was extremely sharp.
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She stopped the cooking and looked straight at him, almost glaring. "That's very nice about you getting in the mood and getting pissed and everything, but I will not ask again. What are you planning to do?" She was quickly becoming irritated with him, and had finally tipped.
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He began humming a tune to himself, before turning to face her, knife in hand. "I should think that is obvious by now. However, I can see I'm being unclear about certain things." He stabbed the knife into the table. "I'm going to kill them. But I'm also going to torture them. They don't deserve to live, they don't deserve to foster poor children like you, they don't.." Damian gripped the knife and stopped talking, staring at the ground.
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She watched him during the whole episode and waited a minute before responding "Yeah, I'm kind of dense. I was hit as a child. But kill them? You'd sacrifice your own life to end theirs?" She turned back towards the stove "I mean, I totally agree. I can't count how many times I've wanted to stab him..." She spaced after that
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Damian's eyes shifted from green to light red for a moment. "That's why I'm doing this tonight, you need to be free of those vermin. My life is nothing anyway, I'm already a murderer, I've killed twelve already. And they never caught me, because I'm smart." He stood up, walking over to Kris. "You wanna see my proof of abuse?"
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She wasnt sure why, but she suddenly got depressed and nonchalant about life again, just as she was an hour ago, in the bathroom. She shrugged "Sure."
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Damian took off his hoodie and sweater to reveal his bare torso. Multiple burn scars covered his stomach and chest, and six scars from cutting rest on both his upper arms. "Each and every one of them had the same favored way of f---ing me up. Fire. Cigarettes. Anything with intense heat they used on me." He put his right hand on Kris's shoulder, looking her in the eyes. "That's why I vowed to help anybody else that was going through similar things. "
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