U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Dameon's Escape
#7 of U.C.O.D: Scorn of The Lost
Dameon sat in his cell. Looking down at the ground.
He looked at the bunny his son had wanted to give him, he thought about what it would be like to see them for the first time...
He only saw them once...at least in person...he'd seen pictures of them from Holi all the time, but he'd never actually seen them having fun, eating, sleeping, playing...and now they were gone...
Dameon's eyes widened. They were gone...he had to find them...they were his children...they needed him...he needed them...most of all he needed himself...
He heard the cell door open. Heard the latch snap open and two Reaver mercenaries walk into the room, their heavy boots clunking as they stepped.
"So...you're the big bad Dameon Swade eh?" one of them asked. It was clear they were there for no GOOD reason.
"You're not as tall as I would have imagined...I heard you were seven feet from one guy!" the other said.
"On a good day..." Dameon said to himself and chuckled. The guards looked at eachother. One of them smirked and closed the door. He locked it shut, the mechanism making a loud clank as it was put into place. The guards stepped closer, one of them drawing something out of his pocket. It looked like a small collar, maybe a bracelet.
"That guy, Briggs? He told me you were a real chatterbox! You don't seem to talkative now..." he said and stepped closer. He kept the bracelet concealed, keeping his hand curled around it. Dameon didn't seem to notice...
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Dameon said impatiently. The guard behind him laughed.
"We just wanted to strike up a conversation with you that's all!" The guard at the door said. Dameon stood up and turned around, only to be met by a large metal club striking him directly in the face! Dameon stumbled backwards a bit and felt the guard grab his shoulder. Dameon's eyes were blood red...
He reached up and grabbed the guard's wrist, crushing it until he heard the bones snap, then, as the guard screamed, Dameon yanked downwards, wrenching free of his grip. The guard screamed as Dameon put pressure on his now broken wrist, driving him to his knees.
"Now say you're sorry," Dameon growled as he applied more force to the man's crushed wrist. The guard stopped screaming and panted for a second or two before emitting a different noise...laughter...
The guard started laughing. The other guard, from the door, after not even lifting a finger to help his friend, also started chuckling. Dameon looked confused.
"Have I missed something?" he asked. The guard looked up at him.
"You think you're hot shit, huh? You think you got all the balls?" the guard wheezed and let his other hand go free of Dameon's deathgrip. "You think you're better than us Normals? Well guess what...I got news for you tough guy, you ain't the toughest around no more..."
The guard's free hand shot back up with the bracelet-object in hand and slapped it onto Dameon's wrist! The cuff glowed with bright green light for a second and then died down. Dameon's eyes widened.
"What did you do to me?" he asked angrily and grabbed the guard by the throat. The guard choked and sputtered. Dameon's eyes were bright red and pulsing with anger.
"Brought...you down...to my size...hehe tough guy..." he said and slammed Dameon in the face with his club! Dameon felt incredible pain surge through his head! He had never felt pain like it before...it was magnified...
Dameon released the guard and fell to his knees, slumping against the far wall. He looked at the two guards, vision blurred and spinning. The hurt guard stood up and mumbled something to the other guard, who was walking over to him. Dameon looked down at the bracelet, its glowing green pulsating light, originating from a small gem embedded in the metal. He looked up to see the hurt guard swinging his club directly for Dameon's head!
Dameon was in pain, but not in so much that he could just stand there and take this degrading blow without a single movement...
He tilted his head to the side as the guard's club struck the concrete wall behind him, then brought his knee up into the guard's ribs with furious intensity! The guard looked like he was about to vomit as he fell to the floor holding his abdomen in agonizing pain! The other guard jumped forward as well and swung for Dameon's chest! Dameon ducked the strike and lashed out. He hit the guard in the stomach and was amazed when the guard wasn't put through the wall! The guard stumbled backwards and then swung again! The guard aimed for Dameon's head again, but then quickly spun around and ducked low, swinging at Dameon's leg instead!
Dameon jumped, dodging the club like a jump rope, then came back down with both of his legs around the guard's neck! The guard fell to the ground and grabbed Dameon's legs, trying to pull them off. Dameon looked at him, watched him choking...watched him dying...he held his grip tight, enjoying watching the life ebb from the man's eyes...
He tightened his grip for a few seconds...watching the guard fade into unconsciousness...then...he let go...
"I won't kill again..." he said as the let the unconscious guard fall out of his grip. He stood up and looked at the door, then at the guard he had kneed. He was gasping like a fish out of water.
"Been a blast, gotta split," Dameon said and saluted him sarcastically. The guard fumbled with his radio...
"Backup...*cough* need...backup...its Swade..." he gasped.
Dameon was rushing across the catwalk away from his cell when four Reaver soldiers approached him, brandishing large, glowing batons. Shock-sticks...
"Turn around and walk back to your cage Swade...I don't want to have to drag your unconscious ass," he said and pressed a button on the stick, the top lighting up like a candle and glowing bright blue. Dameon looked undaunted.
"You guys are incorrigible..." Dameon smirked as one of them lunged towards him! Dameon caught the shock-stick by the handle and spun around the guard, elbowing him right in the back of the head! He fell over, unconscious...
The other guards jumped into action! Dameon blocked the first strike with the baton then kicked the man's knee, watching it snap backwards. As he fell forwards, Dameon's knee met him halfway and slammed him right in the face. The next guard had already begun to attack Dameon even before he had taken out the last, trying to swing at his head. Dameon blocked the strike with the baton and spun around the guard's defenses, moving with demented speed. He found himself between the last two guards...
With terrifying speed and grace, Dameon kicked outward with his back leg and drove his club into the back of the front guard's neck! The guard behind him was knocked back from the kick to his chin and the front guard was dropped, knocked out...
Dameon spun around and hook-kicked the guard he had hit in the chin. The guard looked stunned for a second...then flopped over lazily...
Dameon straightened himself out and then turned and started walking away from the scene...there were people gazing in awe and some were shouting, some were laughing, others were just silently staring...
Dameon paid them no heed as he fiddled with the bracelet. He pulled at it, then pulled again, wildly yanking at it...he couldn't break it...it was too strong...
Or was he too weak?
Dameon's eyes widened and he stopped walking.
"My powers..." he said quietly. He shook his head in disbelief. "No...no...that's impossible...they can't seal me! Even Arronix couldn't seal my powers...and yet...they did..."
Dameon held his open palm towards the ceiling. His pupils spun furiously and glowed bright red as he focused with all his might!
"Behaku Dark...Hellfire Cannon!" he shouted and closed his eyes!
There was nothing...no sound...no blinding jet of blue fire pouring from his extended arm...not even a spark...
Dameon looked at his hand as though it had betrayed him...
"My powers...they're gone..."