03-24-2015, 02:17 PM
Dane's request elicited something unexpected from Damien. That brief flicker of surprise: the barest narrowing of the brow, slight dilation of the pupil. Then the comment that followed was a punch to the stomach. Like the other man suggested Dane should want something more personal. More sensual, from Damien, than to request the presence of some girl from Moscow.
I AM NOT A HOMOSEXUAL! His screams pounded inside his own mind, drowning away anything Damien said that followed.
His body flared rage so hot the veins were sure to burst like a million volcanoes through his skin. The bones of his skeleton froze stiffer than steel. His hands, however, curled into fists. Then power roared louder than his own rage until he couldn't hear his own inner screams any longer. The power to reach out and silence them, all of them, that called him queer because he was different was in his grasp. Dane Raphiel Gregory, the gentle and sensitive one, banished from home for being different. Silence them all.
Amid the demonic cries for revenge, a sense of reason surfaced: Damien was the more powerful. He had culled Dane once before, a memory Dane distinctly recalled now. He could not overpower Damien like the others.
He forced himself to smile, but the gesture ached like a wound drawn across his face. The power he released from his grasp like a crushed butterfly from his fists.
"As you say, Damien."
The smile was etched into his face even as he left.
I AM NOT A HOMOSEXUAL! His screams pounded inside his own mind, drowning away anything Damien said that followed.
His body flared rage so hot the veins were sure to burst like a million volcanoes through his skin. The bones of his skeleton froze stiffer than steel. His hands, however, curled into fists. Then power roared louder than his own rage until he couldn't hear his own inner screams any longer. The power to reach out and silence them, all of them, that called him queer because he was different was in his grasp. Dane Raphiel Gregory, the gentle and sensitive one, banished from home for being different. Silence them all.
Amid the demonic cries for revenge, a sense of reason surfaced: Damien was the more powerful. He had culled Dane once before, a memory Dane distinctly recalled now. He could not overpower Damien like the others.
He forced himself to smile, but the gesture ached like a wound drawn across his face. The power he released from his grasp like a crushed butterfly from his fists.
"As you say, Damien."
The smile was etched into his face even as he left.