Mind vs Body
Damon ran through the streets. The white light shinning from lamp to lamp. The lined cars, body parts crushing them, blood splattered across the curbs. Shattered windows. Death and dead. And Damon ran through it all. Past cars, past mindless bodies. His burning blue flames scattering in all directions. Across buildings, across the dead, across the blood. Slowly with every leap, the city blew blue and burning.
After fifteen minutes of nonstop running, he eventually reached the World Trade Cen-
Bang!
Slink!
He was sniped in the head from the building across the street from the World Trade Center. f
Thump!
Damon fell back as the bullet shattered his brains across the boiling bloody ground. But as soon as he was killed he was back.
"What was that?"
He sat up like a vampire and looked out at the buildings surrounding the World Trade Center. Ten, twenty, thirty snipers all perched on rooftops all around him. Their red dots all pointed at his flickering flaming body. Damon looked in close at their eyes, at the glowing glow of their faces. Purple.
"More obstacles-"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Slink-thunk-slunk-splat-crack!
He was hit on all sides. His limbs blow off. His skin torn apart. Blood spilling and flying everywhere. But with every shot, he just regenerated instantly. Like a sponge, bouncing back with every hit. And whenever he would heal the flames would follow.
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Ten minutes later.
After thousands of bullets, the snipers finally ran out of ammo. And it was Damon's turn to fight back. He looked to the nearest rooftop. Five snipers staring at him all in a row.
Bite!
He bit off one of his flaming fingers.
"Good thing I was also a professional thrower in the Olympics."
He threw his flaming bloody finger across the air.
Whooosh...
Smack!
It hit one of the snipers on the back. The eternal flames engulfed him in seconds. then the flames carried over the other one, and the next and the next.
"I'm not done yet!"
Damon bent down and pushed his knee over his arm.
Crack!
He broke off his elbow as all the blood vessels in his arm popped. He then held up his dangling arm to the air. And with the power of his regeneration, he made his blood spray across the sky like a raging fire hydrant.
Splassssshhhhh!
But that wasn't the end of it. Damon's flaming blood still wasn't strong enough to reach the tall rooftops. So he channeled his regeneration and with precision, he started healing his arteries from the molecular level. So that every time they would regenerate they would be crushed again.
This resulted in hundreds and thousands of little streams of flaming blood. All pointed toward the sky. He sprayed it across the streets, across the buildings, across the rooftops.
All the purple-eyed snipers were lit ablaze in an eternal burning. Their skin melting. Blood everywhere. Blue flames everywhere. There was no escape.
After five minutes of doing this Damon finally healed back his arm and stepped forward in his new blue sea of death. He looked out at the tall World Trade Center. His body still ablaze. The city ablaze behind him. Millions dead.
He opened up the door and stepped in.
"Damon the Eternal. Damon the Immortal. Damon the Infinite. Your name is infamous across the underworld. And soon it will be famous across the news and world."
A short thin kid and a taller woman in a schoolgirl uniform stood at the other end of the main building lobby. Behind them stood fifteen purple-eyed soldiers, all with machine guns pointed at Damon.
"So your the Mind Witch?" asked Damon.
"Yes... Mother, father, sister. We are all the Mind Witch. But mother and father are dead..." He stepped forward, his hands crossed, "that's where you come into play Damon the Infinite."
"Me?" he asked confused by this kid's serious adult-sounding voice.
"Yes, you. All so we can bring them back. Back from the dead."
"Bring them back? What do you mean?"
All Damon could think about was his deal with the Witch to bring his sister back from the dead.
"Sister tell him!"
The purple-eyed woman in the schoolgirl uniform stepped forward.
She explained, "there can only be one Witch in a family born with the Gift. When they are born with the Gift they get special powers that they can only do in that family. My little brother can use his Gift powers to swap bodies."
"Wha- What does this have to do with the Immortal Necronomicon? What does that have to do with me? I don't care about-"
She interrupted, "when there is an Immortal Witch with the Gift. They can not just sacrifice others but they also have the power to sacrifice themselves, to bring back the dead."
"What?!"
"Yes..."
Bai the Mind Witch stepped forward, "we are not lying to you Damon the Infinite. We just want our parents back."
"Parents... Sister... Luna... If... If Aria becomes an Immortal we can bring Luna and my sister back from the dead?"
"Yes and no. Aria the Gravity Witch is most likely already dead."
Damon's eyes widened, "what do you mean?!"
"She trusted the Witch Hunters too much. And now she is going to be turned into a Summoning Witch, sacrificed into a weapon."
Damon stepped forward, furious, his anger raging as just the thought of Aria's death would break him, "what are you talking about! You better be joking! Olezka would-"
"Did you think the Witch Hunters really trusted you? Did you think that they wanted to help you? Damon, your friend Aria is on her way to Connecticut as we speak. And I have eyes everywhere so I know exactly where she is going. She's going into a trap. But if you give me the location of the Immortal Necronomicon I will be able to bring her and your sister back from the dead.
Damon stood still, his mind confused, his body burning. He looked at the skinny kid talking to him. He thought about Luna, about Aria, about his sister.
"Do we have a deal?"
"Yes! But... I'm pretty sure Aria has the Immortal Necronomicon with her."
"I see..." He closed his eyes, "so that is what's inside the silver case."
In those moments, Damon's emotions flip-flopped from one anger to another. Anger from revenge for his sister, revenge for Luna, revenge for Aria. Who did he care about? Who did he really love?
Where was it going to go next?
The woman in the school girl uniform clapped her hands.