08-22-2015, 06:30 PM
Damien's guys were suppose to accompany him, but really, they herded him on to a destination that Dane knew not where. Damien had been shot, yet wielded power throughout the rampage. That cloud hung over the back of his mind like blankets. Smothering. Dane wanted to choke on his own shirt. But the cloth was long stuck to his body by sweat, and the collar hung wide around his chest.
Ramirez was just a mortal man Damien said. In the moments before he passed out. The power behind those bullets ripped flesh and drained blood. Power. Blood. Dane could taste both in the back of his throat. That sick intoxication pierced his mind. He wanted another hit of both. But far away from Damien. Far away from anybody. He wanted to confront Ramirez alone. Watch the vessels burst in the whites of the man's eyes.
The other men positioned Dane in front of a building that looked like all the others. The front was cinderblock. The door barricaded. Cement and bars were nothing to one such as he. He drew upon that furious source of power and drank deeply of its well. A flick of the mind and power delved into the front wall. Like a rope tied around the bars, they were ripped from their holdings. Rebar spikes bent like twigs under foot, encircling a gaping portal where the door once stood. Dane waved and held his hands over his ears while the others entered ahead of him and cleared the path with a spray of gunfire.
Dane followed, stepping carefully over bodies and nimbly avoiding empty shells that glittered on the floor like nuggets of gold. Ramirez leaned in a corner. His gun had been kicked away from him. His legs were rendered useless by bullets clawing apart the flesh. Damien's grunts checked the other rooms, and Dane approached alone. The whites of Ramirez's eyes flared in surprise. "Damien sends his regards."
Dane smiled and knelt alongside the wounded cartel leader who now found himself struggling against invisible bonds. Power raged like rapids in his mind. "Thank you for that girl. I forgot her name already. She filled something in me I didn't know I lacked. Or perhaps that I didn't know I enjoyed so much."
He shrugged and stood back to avoid the mess soon to come. He crossed all the way to the other side of the room and waited until Damien's men returned to watch. They needed to learn this lesson too.
Slabs of power pressed upon Ramirez's body. The vessels in his eyes did burst before the end. But it was the sound of vomiting from Damien's gunmen that turned Dane's stomach. He stepped back through the spiked portal, careful to avoid snags of his clothes on the rebar as he went. Mexico City never sounded so luxurious.
Ramirez was just a mortal man Damien said. In the moments before he passed out. The power behind those bullets ripped flesh and drained blood. Power. Blood. Dane could taste both in the back of his throat. That sick intoxication pierced his mind. He wanted another hit of both. But far away from Damien. Far away from anybody. He wanted to confront Ramirez alone. Watch the vessels burst in the whites of the man's eyes.
The other men positioned Dane in front of a building that looked like all the others. The front was cinderblock. The door barricaded. Cement and bars were nothing to one such as he. He drew upon that furious source of power and drank deeply of its well. A flick of the mind and power delved into the front wall. Like a rope tied around the bars, they were ripped from their holdings. Rebar spikes bent like twigs under foot, encircling a gaping portal where the door once stood. Dane waved and held his hands over his ears while the others entered ahead of him and cleared the path with a spray of gunfire.
Dane followed, stepping carefully over bodies and nimbly avoiding empty shells that glittered on the floor like nuggets of gold. Ramirez leaned in a corner. His gun had been kicked away from him. His legs were rendered useless by bullets clawing apart the flesh. Damien's grunts checked the other rooms, and Dane approached alone. The whites of Ramirez's eyes flared in surprise. "Damien sends his regards."
Dane smiled and knelt alongside the wounded cartel leader who now found himself struggling against invisible bonds. Power raged like rapids in his mind. "Thank you for that girl. I forgot her name already. She filled something in me I didn't know I lacked. Or perhaps that I didn't know I enjoyed so much."
He shrugged and stood back to avoid the mess soon to come. He crossed all the way to the other side of the room and waited until Damien's men returned to watch. They needed to learn this lesson too.
Slabs of power pressed upon Ramirez's body. The vessels in his eyes did burst before the end. But it was the sound of vomiting from Damien's gunmen that turned Dane's stomach. He stepped back through the spiked portal, careful to avoid snags of his clothes on the rebar as he went. Mexico City never sounded so luxurious.