The whole club was in disarray, everyone hustled out of the club in abundance, Damon was furious with himself for being sluggish in reaching Sia. He looked for other alternatives to go into the room but there was no success, the club was huge, with different sections but this particular room had no other entrance but the door alone. He uttered profanity angrily and kicked the door violently resulting in it giving in, he was surprised that the door opened, since the door was opened, it only means one thing, it was unlocked moments before it was locked because he'd tried to open it several times before. He looked back to be sure everything was going as planned and began to move inside steadily, he can't kill anyone but that doesn't mean he can't get killed. Darn General Leo for this! If he dies, his blood would be in his hands, not that the general cares, he had hundreds of blood in his hands so it won't matter a bit to him. "Let me go, let me go!!!" A female voice shrieked, her vo
Damon stared at the moving Sia in awe, she just killed two men without any form of remorse, she'd taken two lives in less than a minute and she was walking away without even giving a second glance. He shook off the surprise and began to rush towards her, his mind thinking about a lot of things. He had no idea who Sia was because from what she'd done a few minutes ago, she was more than the shy, lovely, and ever-smiling Sia, right now she looks cold and murderous. "Which way to go, weakling?" She asked, turning to face him once they were out of the room.Damon arched his brow, "What did you just say?" He asked, giving her a blank stare. "I'm just asking you which way to go, no need to give me such looks." She purred and he gave her a scornful look. "Since you're the boss, why don't you lead the way." He said in mockery."Don't play games with me, boy, I could kill you and no one would know." She threatened, dangling the gun in her hand. "Just do it, believe me... I don't give a fu
Damon watched the general stroll away, fury seeping into him from different directions. Rage is the only weapon he has and to make things more deteriorating, he can't act on the anger. Why can't they just authorize him to put a shot in the general's head? Everyone would have a relaxed mind in the base. "Woah! Someone's burning." A voice mocked with a deep chuckle and Damon veered around to give the person a dirty glare. "One more word from you and I'll make you consume your tongue, bloody scoundrel! Why the fuck can't you all mind your business!? Don't you think it's too late to get bloody?" He asked, his glare still locked on the man. He had no idea what his name is but he's sure they've been put against each other before and from that experience alone, he should stay away from him or he'll vent the anger he has in general on him. "Cool it off man and congratulations on your triumphant mission." A calm voice muttered, patting Damon's shoulder. Damon looked back and saw Trevor, "
Damon's eyes were fixed on the general and Sia who are conversing in hushed tones, they appeared so engrossed in the discussion that they seem to have forgotten that he was there. He sighed, sipping on the wine he was given, his mind filled with questions and his body seemed to be in discomfort. He needs to shower but those superiors don't think he requires any form of bath or rest after sending him on a mission. Why would he call him here when in the actual sense, it was Sia he intended to speak with, the man would never cease to amaze and punish him. Despite their hushed discussion, he could still hear some of their sentences, when it comes to sharp hearing, his ears pick sounds. "Damon?" He heard a calm voice call him and he looked up, once he saw the general, he immediately stood up."Yes, general?" "Sit. Don't worry about the rules if you're here in my house." He said with an amused expression.Damon's inside burned with more questions and he wished to have them answered. Th
FOUR MONTHS LATER."My body is demanding a long rest, Sia but I can't consent to the request," Damon muttered, emptying his mug of beer. They're in the army base bar for a drink after a hectic day at work, Damon looks wry while Sia just stares at him with admiration. "You know, you're one strong man, yeah, I know the general meant well for you but fuck! You're getting drained, look at you... You study, train, go on different deadly missions, and still carry out your duty in his office. I'll want to be like you when I grow up." She teased and Damon gave her a smirk. "In a way, I love everything I'm doing but I still feel shitty sometimes. When I'm working or studying, I just wish to give in to laziness and sleep like a baby." He muttered and she chortled.Damon grinned, he still asks himself sometimes how he and Sia get to be so close, he just sees himself warming up to her suddenly, he still has his reserves but they're on good talking time.It turns out Sia was staying in the gene
"You're unfortunate Damon! You're frivolity!! you'll always be nothing!!" A female voice screeched, despite the blurry image, one could tell how much hatred her voice held. "I regretted getting involved with you! I hate you Damon, I hate you!! I wish I never met you. I cursed the day I met you, cursed the day our eyes locked... I curse you and everything that you represent, you're not worth being called a man Damon, you're not." The voice rants and rants on the silhouette sitting quietly and listening to her. The silhouette of the woman went towards the man's silhouette sitting and began to hit him but the man did not attempt to block her weak punches, he just allowed her to hit and scream at him. "I hate you, Damon, I loathe you!!" She shouted, her vulnerable fist connecting to the man's back.His hands suddenly grabbed the woman's hands and their eyes locked, "You can detest me all you want Celena but I love you and I always will." A deep voice muttered and hugged the crying strug
Having lunch with the general was not part of his off-day plans, he'd planned to have a training session with Trevor during the afternoon. Lunch or eating together wasn't something that happens at the mansion so he was surprised when the general called him down for lunch. He waddled down with confusion, his brain recounting the scene that happened in the morning, he stopped and banged his fist on the wall. How stupid was he? He shouldn't have allowed it in the first place but he was helpless. "Are you okay?" A concerned voice asked from behind and he was quick to turn."Good afternoon, general." He saluted upon sighting the general coming towards him with concern etched on his face. He took Damon's hand and examined it and the baffled Damon was in shock due to the sudden show of concern. "I'm fine, sir." He muttered, shock evident in his voice. "What the hell was that for!? How could you bang your fist on the wall, do you know you could have a fracture or sprain? And I'm sure y
Many eyes gazed at the two moving figures that seem to be in a deep conversation, it was a wonder to them that the general had taken a fondness to the new man when he had entered the base, no one thought he'd become the general's favorite because the general has no favorite, he treated his soldiers equally but everything changed ever since Damon came into their base. Everyone had thought that General Leo despised Damon because of how brutal he was towards him, how he thrusts him forward in diverse dangerous challenges, and whenever he emerged victorious, he pushed him deeper into dangerous life-threatening ones. It was a shocker to most of them but it doesn't surprise some because the general is a man that's unpredictable and Damon seems to be following his unpredictable nature when it comes to his dealings though he has his distinctive traits. It was rumored that the general must have known him from the past or perhaps he was part of his past but no one dared say it out of fear of