《Story of a Killer》Prologue - Unleashing Something That Can't Be Caged Again
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Along a silent morning street, a tall blond-haired boy was walking with a happy smile on his face. His hands were on the back of his head painting a very carefree painting but his gait was steady and calm while looking slightly tense like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey at any minute.
Despite it being a winter morning, the boy didn't seem cold even with his lack of a jacket and the sleeves of his blazer rolled up. It was as if this blond-haired boy was impervious to any outside influences as his surroundings were quite damp and forlorn looking but he still looked happy.
The boy was called Damon Jaeger and the reason for his happiness was because he was going to a club competition today with his two childhood friends.
When he thought about his two childhood friends, Damon remembered something he had to do and ran toward a cozy looking sandwich shop a little further down the street.
Despite it being so early in the morning it was open and there were quite a few people there.
'Just more evidence that this place has the best sandwiches~'
Damon thought this as he squeezed into the shop, his much taller than average height and broader shoulders making it a hassle to fit through the small door made for someone much shorter and thinner than him.
As he entered the shop, a few people looked at him and waved to which he replied with a wave of his own. Most people knew Damon because of his unique appearance.
This unique appearance came from his foreigner roots as his mom and dad had moved to Japan before having him, whenever he asked about it they said that it was to do with the better-paying jobs and the better environment but Damon found out early on in his life that it was because they wanted to get away from their oppressive family back in Europe.
Damon only found this out because someone approached him and told him of his roots; a European Noble Family with a heritage rich in History and dating back quite a long time. His family, the Jaeger Clan, were known for their impressive strength and skill in combat but because of this, they were quite cruel and strict with the younger generation because of their militaristic views.
His mother and father had fallen in love but because the Head of the Family did not approve of their marriage and even tried to marry them off to different people. This resulted in them eloping to Japan where they would make him.
As Damon was thinking about this and absentmindedly walking forward when the line moved, he'd soon arrived at the counter where he saw a familiar face.
"Haha! Damon, my boy!" A man not much shorter than he clasped his hand on Damon's shoulders. Damon looked at the tall, ginger man in front of him and smiled as he too clasped the man's shoulder with his hand.
"Hello, Ewan! I gave your wife the order for our Lunch today. We'll need the energy for the competition today." Damon handed the man a few notes of money for the sandwiches. Ewan took the money and put it in the till before going into the back to fetch the sandwiches.
Ewan was like Damon's mom and dad; a foreigner. But he'd come over to Japan for work and instead he fell in love with a Japanese woman and gotten married, and after that him and his wife, Himiko, made one of his childhood friends, Erika.
"Here are your sandwiches, my boy. Look after my girl at the competition or I'll have your bloody head...Hahaha!" with a mock snarl on his face, he handed the sandwiches over to Damon who stored them in his bag with a smile on his face.
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"Now now dear, I don't think you could take such a young strapping boy like Damon in a fight." a beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed woman appeared behind Ewan as she pinched his side.
This woman was obviously Ewan's wife and Erika's mom, Himiko. As he smiled at Himiko, Damon saw the clock behind her and his eyes widened as he saw the time. "I'm gonna be late, oh god Erika's gonna kill me! Gotta go, bye!" Damon zipped his back up quickly and rushed out of the shop leaving behind a laughing Ewan and a smiling Himiko as they both knew how domineering their daughter could be.
Damon ran with surprising speed down the lonely and slightly dark streets.
'Oh god, I hope Ayano can hold Erika back a bit when I get there otherwise I don't think I'll be able to compete in the competition...'
Before long, with Damon's speed, he'd arrived outside of the school's gates but he didn't slow down, he ran toward where the other members of the Martial Arts club had decided to meet. It didn't take long for Damon to get there but to his surprise, no one was there.
"Hm?" Damon pricked his ears up a bit as he thought he heard some sound nearby. Damon decided to walk towards the sound as he thought that Erika might have made them move to reprimand him for being late but as he got closer to the noise, he felt his heart drop as a bad feeling spread from deep in his chest.
His slow pace slowly picked up to a silent yet fast speed, like how it was when he ran here.
With every step, Damon felt his heart shuddering for a reason he didn't quite understand but his instincts were telling him to hurry. So he did.
"Get away from me!" a scream of terror made Damon's eyes go wide and his speed spiked to a near-inhuman degree. That was Erika. Erika, who Damon had always seen as a fearless warrior was now screaming in terror.
'Quicker. Quicker. Run. qUickeR. RuN. QuIcKEr. RU--'
Damon's thoughts were interrupted when he arrived at an empty classroom with its door slightly open. As he peered through the gap, Damon felt a part of him he didn't know he had inside himself break into tiny little pieces.
"Leave Ayano alone! Don't you fucking touch her you pigs!" Erika screamed as tears of fear, anger, and sadness fell from her blackened eyes. Her face was full of bruises and small cuts, her once beautiful and pale face had now turned into a horrific painting of blue, purple and red.
Her clothes were ripped in some places but mainly down the middle showcasing her big breasts and slender but well-defined abs. Damon was wide-eyed as he saw this scene, an empty and void-like feeling filling his body.
'Why?'
His eyes drifted to where Ayano lay on the floor with 3 men poking, prodding and fondling her body like she were their toy. Her black hair was sprawled across the floor and was sticky with her own blood from what Damon assumed was a blunt force blow to the back of her head.
Her petite figure was surprisingly well-endowed, hidden under her usually baggy clothes and the boys surrounding her were feeling it to no end.
"I never knew the Vice-President of the club had such a good body. It's so soft!" a black-haired teen said with a lewd laugh and a vicious smile. Damon looked in confusion and pain as he saw someone he saw as one of his few male friends doing something so sickening to his childhood friend.
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'Why?'
"Haha! I betcha Damon's wandering around like an idiot at the minute, wondering where we are. Hahaha!" a smaller, crueler looking teen said as he ran his hand across Ayano's stomach.
The other boy was silent but his lust-filled eyes and curious hands showed he was far too interested in Ayano's body to speak at the minute. The tallest of the three and the original speaker spoke again, in reply to the short boy's joke.
"I know right. Newsflash, idiot, we're gonna take away your precious childhood friends~" his voice sounded dark and savage as he like the other two continued to fondle the poor girl's body.
Damon stood there, still as a corpse with his eyes wide open and tears falling from his eyes. He was shocked. Shocked to his very core and he didn't know what to do.
'...kill them...'
Damon shook slightly as he heard the voice in his head. Damon hadn't heard these voices in a long time and he'd thought he'd finally gotten rid of them.
'kill them.'
The voice continued to get louder as Damon felt a fury burn deep within him, like the build-up of lava before the volcano erupts. Damon's eyes went incredibly blank as he straightened himself out fully, showing off his 6'5" figure and the metal-like muscles wrapped around it.
'Kill them!'
Damon silently opened the door and walked inside the room silently like a black cat walking through the night. He locked his eyes onto the only other boy in the room other than the 3 surrounding Ayano. He was next to the now dead-eyed Erika, messing around with his breasts and lower-regions while touching himself.
'KILL THEM!'
Amon seemed to teleport behind the boy without anyone noticing. Well, other than Erika whose eyes started to brighten up as tears poured out of her eyes but Damon took no notice to this as he slowly and noiselessly placed one of his hands on the boy's jaw and chin and another on the back of his head.
'I'm sorry I have to show you this side of me, Erika...'
The boy froze as he felt like two massive pythons had wrapped themselves around his head but as he went to call out to the others, Damon made his move.
'KILL THEM!'
*Crack!*
As the boy opened his mouth, Damon twisted the boys head in a 180-degree fashion with a strength he didn't quite know he had. The very audible crack caught everyone's attention, other than the unconscious Ayano. The 3 boys widened their eyes in terror as they saw what Damon had done to their friend/partner-in-crime.
"Why did you do this...?" Damon's dry voice sounded out, breaking the thick silence of the room. But no one replied, the 3 boys still looking at their dead friend, his neck completely crushed and his head facing the wrong way which painted a very surreal scene.
Damon let go of the corpse he was holding by the neck and turned toward the 3 boys.
The thunk of the body hitting the floor made all 3 of the boys shake as the reality of what was about to happen settled in.
"Why did you do this? How did you think you were going to get away with it? Are you that fucking stupid, you pieces of fucking filth?!" Damon's voice was incredibly harsh at the minute. Despite her circumstances, Erika looked at Damon's back with confusion.
She was confused because she'd never seen this carefree, cheerful giant act like this even when he was incredibly mad. He just seemed so cold and even slightly manic when he spoke.
"Why'd you kill him, you bastard?" the quiet one who had been touching Ayano with the most fervor screamed as he ran at Damon in a frenzy-like state.
'Oh yeah, that was his brother, wasn't it? Haha! Trash must be related to trash, right?'
A sadistic smile spread across Damon's face as he stepped forward and met the boy's charge with a knee blow to the stomach.
"Arghhh!" the boy felt Damon's knee go into his stomach like a steel column, causing him to drop to the floor and throw up the contents of his stomach. Damon lifted the teen up by his neck and brought him face to face with himself, as a ferocious and angry look appeared on his face "Why'd I kill him? Because he was filth. A better question would be, why did you try to rape my childhood friends? Why did you molest my childhood friends?!"
His roars sent shivers down everyone's spines, it was like the roars of a beast, not a human.
"Whatever, I've had enough of holding back when filth like you don't hold back either." as he finished his sentence, Damon squeezed his hand like a vice around the teen's throat, crushing his windpipe.
"D-Damon, we can talk about this, we-we didn't m-mean any harm..." the short boy shakily stood up and put his hands in the air as if surrendering. Damon's golden yellow eyes seemed to shine with a brutal glint as he looked at the shorter boy.
Suddenly, Damon appeared in front of the boy, surprising the boy into falling onto the floor and pissing himself in fear.
"Hm? Are you pissing yourself? That's not good, Daichi. Well--" Damon stepped forward and placed his foot on the boy's crotch "--if you can't use it right, what's the point in having it, am I right?" as Damon said this, the boy, Daichi realized what he was about to do but before he could beg, Damon pushed his foot down with a tyrannical amount of force popping and crushing something.
"AHHHHH! SHIT!SHIT!SHIT! ARGHHHHH! BLEUGHHH!" Daichi rolled around on the floor as he gripped at what remained of his genitals as blood spread across the floor. The pain caused Daichi to froth at the mouth and even caused him to throw up.
Damon looked at the teen with blank eyes, as if his suffering meant nothing to him as if the boy was nothing more than a piece of dirt.
Damon averted his gaze from the spasming teen, not before he sent a quick kick to his head seeming to collapse his skull inward and either killing him or making him into a vegetable. Damon focused his gaze on the last boy in the room, the one who hadn't moved from his spot next to Ayano.
"C-come on, Damon, they're only a pair of girls. We're b-bros, right?" the boy, Takashi, anxiously smiled at Damon but his eyes which darted around and his pale face betrayed his fear and terror at the situation he was in.
Seeing no reply from Damon who was slowly walking toward him, he started looking around the room for a way out before he finally looked down at the unconscious girl next to him as a cruel glint flashed through his eyes. Quickly he grabbed the girls neck and looked at Damon with a threatening glint in his eyes.
"Stay back or I'll fucking kill her, Damon!" Takashi screamed as he stood up with Ayano in his arms. His threat seemed to work as Damon stopped moving toward him but before he could celebrate he realized Damon hadn't stopped moving, he was building up power in his legs for a charge of some kind.
"Stay ba--!" Takashi screamed out as he went to hit Ayano's throat but he soon felt something wrapped around his throat. "Doesn't feel very nice, does it? Not being in control, being used however the other person wants to use you. But if you complain now, you're a hypocrite. And I don't quite like hypocrites~" Damon's sadistically cheerful voice sounded out as he easily pried Ayano out of Takashi's arms.
Damon threw Takashi backward into the stack of tables and chairs.
"Argh!" an audible crack rang throughout the room, no one knew whether it was because of a chair or table breaking or if it was one of Takashi's bones breaking. But Damon didn't really care as he lightly put Ayano on the floor again, making sure to cover her body up again before he turned around to face Takashi.
"Now, it's time to sort you out." Damon walked over to the crawling Takashi and flipped him over.
"I've got something special planned for you."
Damon was lucky it was a weekend so no one was at school along as Takashi's screams would have surely attracted anyone within the school grounds. He also thanked his past self for making it so they convinced the teacher that they could make their way to the competition on their own without their supervision.
After he finished with Takashi, Damon looked at his blood-soaked hands before slowly taking out his phone and calling the police and an ambulance for Erika and Ayano. He did all this before taking Ayano over to Erika and sitting down next to them with his eyes closed.
To pass the time, he decided to properly cover up Erika with his school blazer. But Erika seemed to have passed out so she couldn't appreciate the gesture, not that Damon cared he just wanted her to be safe.
Before long, Damon heard sirens and people entering the corridor he was on.
He stood up and walked out of the classroom with his hands on his head before kneeling down and waiting for the cops to arrest him. All of this happened at Erika and Ayano's eyes started to flicker open due to the sound.
Erika saw Damon being arrested and tried to scream out for them to leave him alone but before she spoke out, she saw Damon shake his head at her which seemed to silence her as she thought about why he'd willingly get arrested and after thinking for a while, it made sense to her.
It's because he knew he'd unleashed something inside himself that wouldn't stop.
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