Episode 6
Goodbye humanity.
He got Candice; now it was their turn, the gang members, and he knew just where to find them, back in his hometown.
By the time he returned to his village, the news about Elora's death had already spread.
"...I forgot to clean up the blood." He sat down on a bench just outside his house, his face buried in his palms.
He was exhausted from the trip; he had never done this before. He didn't know how his body shifted to that village or how he found Candice. His head hurt, and his hands were shaking. He almost killed a person; he was so close.
The blood, her blood, was everywhere, almost like his mother's, his ma; anytime he closed his eyes, he could see it; he could see her pale, stiff body covered in blood; it was torture.
He tried to forget how he saw her, his mother hanging from the cell, lifeless; he wanted to forget the smell of her blood on his hands; he wanted to forget the fear that was in Candice's eyes.
He didn't want to be a devil, but they made him do it.
They made him bring out the evil in him; they turned him into this, but he wasn't done; it wasn't over yet.
"You know what I heard?" a young lady announced as she came out of the house, her friend right behind her. "I heard that the cute boy she adopted is behind her death."
"I think so too," the friend cut in, "he is nowhere to be found…I hope the guilt kills him for taking such a sweet woman's life.".
The young lady spat on the floor in disgust.
"Just the other day," the other lady continued, "I saw them walking around together; they looked so happy… who would have thought?"
"He must be a devil to have done that to such a kind woman."
They walked off whispering to themselves.
He couldn't believe it. He raised his head staring into the distance.
"They think I killed my ma?..." His lips quivered. "I loved her...how, why would I do, how could they think I..."
He felt his eyes grow hot.
"I can't," he stood up shakily. "I won't stop now; I want my revenge...i need it."
He stated, Walking down a path, he walked so far he left town. He didn't need to look for the gang members; he knew where they'd be. It was also an added bonus that he could smell their evil a mile away.
He slammed open the door of the bar not caring about the stares he got, he immediately sighted them; they were drinking heavily in the corner. They were celebrating something.
He didn't care; all of them were going to die tonight, innocent or not. As far as he was concerned, the whole group was guilty.
"What's a kid doing here?" One waitress mumbled as she dropped a glass of beer on a customer's table.
"Is that? No, hey, it's that old lady's boy." The fat man that came with Candice pointed
"Hey kid, what are you doing here? This isn't a playground; you can't be here. Go on, go home," another man chuckled loudly.
He didn't answer them. He just stood there at the door, surveying the whole pub.
"Didn't your mother just pass away?" A guy broke the silence. "I just heard the news from town," he snickered cheekily. "Aren't you supposed to be in mourning or something?"
Damien's eye went still, and he slowly shifted his gaze to the man.
"Hey, don't cry; she's in a better place now...hopefully." One of the members teased, and they all laughed.
He closed the door and started walking towards them, the guy who shot his mom stood up.
"Kid, back off unless you really want to go to where your mother is."
He didn't; he kept getting closer and closer, not missing a step. One of the men stood up, carrying his knife.
"I'll handle this, guys," he assured, and he walked towards him. "Get out of here, kid, or you're going to die."
He pointed the knife at him.
"…cute" He touched the tip of the knife with his finger. "Won't be of much help, though."
"Ha," the man laughed. "Did you hear that? My little knife doesn't scare the big man."
The whole pub burst into uncontrollable laughter; the gang was laughing, the drunk men were cackling, and the waitresses were giggling.
"Now boy" The man looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Damien leaned closer to him, touching the temple of his head with 2 fingers.
The man smiled in scorn.
"Is that it?" Suddenly his tongue felt numb; he started twitching uncontrollably, and then
"Bang!"
His head exploded.
His blood splattered all over the bar. Everywhere became dead silent.
"Ahhhhhhh!!" A shriek of terror came from a woman; suddenly, the whole bar was in uproar. There was blood everywhere.
"If you are not part of this gang right here, get out or die." He announced in the chaos
The people trampled over each other to get away. The members tried to leave, but they couldn't move, it felt like their feet were hlued to the ground, even with the chaos in the bar Damien had his eyes fixed on them.
"Now," he picked up the knife. "Where do I start?"
20 minutes later
He made sure to stab each of the members slowly but continuously, relishing the sound of their horrified groans.
He made the others watch until it was their turn.
He made the deaths of the seven main people especially terrible, digging out their organs, slowly poisoning their blood with his making them burn from the inside.
The man who murdered his mother was hiding behind a table, weeping like an infant; he couldn't care less.
He held him by the hair and pulled him out of his hiding place.
The so-called man cowered in front of him, looking absolutely pathetic. Damien dropped him in the middle of his dead friends and looked him in the eyes.
"This is all your fault."
He turned around and left the bar. Now the man was all alone, alone in the midst of his dead friends.
Tears streamed down his face as a huge fire suddenly lit in front of him. It was too dark to be normal fire, and it hurt more than ordinary fire.
The man shrieked in horror as the fire ate him alive; it consumed him until his last breath.
Soon there was nothing left, no bodies, no bones, no pub, nothing.