Damien started to climb the staircase towards the top floor during which he could tell the Thug was attempting to flirt with the Stripper, Damien found it pretty fun to watch the rejection he faced. The group then started to search each room and Damien was half way though looking in his third room when he heard a slight cry, so being the curious person he is, he slowly ventured to the room it came from and that's when he saw in one of the rooms the Thug had used his Gift of chains to bound the Stripper. The thug was tearing away her clothes with a lascivious expression and poised to rape her whenever he desired.

Damien stood there blankly not knowing what to do when the Thug suddenly saw him through the crack in the door. At this point Damien knew he would have to fight him, he wouldn't let him get away and tell the others so instead of retreating Damien charged forward.

The thug suddenly shot a chain like an arrow, Damien fuelled by adrenaline barely dodged it and sent a blade the size of a hand towards the thug. The thug wasn’t prepared for a flying blade and got impaled in the shoulder, however he didn't give in and started wrapping himself in chains to make a form of chainmail. Still fighting off sheer instinct alone Damien scoffed at this attempt at defence and created 5 slightly bigger blades, with 2 in hand he sent the flying 3 at the thug who seemed to block them pretty well but by then Damien was already in front of him stabbing the thug in the right and left thigh between the gaps of the chains. Even though this happened the thug managed to shove Damien away however he was heavily bleeding becoming unable to control his chains. As the chains on his body started to fall off 2 two massive arm sized blades penetrated the Thugs heart and stomach impaling him to the wall. Damien had just launched that attack with no control in mind just the desire to kill and live. Damien slowly got up and looked at his bloody hands thinking over the events, he puked at the sight he created and then smiled.

'I have just killed some one, this feeling, this emotion is so overwhelming I can't believe I had so much.. so much fun.' Damien even though damaged and having his life threatened found the struggle of the fight, his power and the kill really addictive.

I can't believe I have power this strong, I no longer have to live as someone who holds back his emotions, with these abilities I can truly be free. Death shouldn't be feared anymore, as long as I am not suffering who cares. Whilst I live I will be whoever I fucking choose!

This switch wasn't something as instant as it seemed, back on earth he felt bored and deprived of happiness, he always thought that maybe acting in impulse might solve his problems, but the threat of law and punishment always held him back. Yet now what was in place to restrict him?

"Ha talking of doing whatever I want how have you been doing miss stripper?" Damien looked at the naked stripper tied to the bed, even though the chain user died it seemed these bonds were permanent. 'Why shouldn't I take this opportunity? There's no consequences and no one can stop me, Power is the only way to live a good life which is relevant to earth and this place it's only the types of power that's changed.' Damien’s mind had been more awakened than altered he embraced his carnal urges and no longer cared for morals.

Damien proceeded to play with the bound girl to his hearts content, obviously he had to be quick otherwise the fat guy would suspect something's up. Damien pleasured himself well for the first time in a while and before meeting up with the fatty killed and absorbed both her and the thugs abilities. Damien also did something unorthodox by essentially gutting the thug and using his blades to create as much blood and mess as possible, by doing this he would desensitize himself from blood and killing . Now Damien had three abilities - a power level 12 Attack ability to create and control Blades and Bladed weapons, a power level 9 attack ability to create and manipulate chains and finally a power level 9 gift to summon firearms.

'Wait a power level 9 gift? How did she lose to that guy when she could have just shot him in the head. Oh Well the ability is mine now and will be utilised much more effectively.' Damien left the room and saw the fatty standing near the stairs with a worried expression.

"Oh my goodness you came, I thought you might have been killed by the intruder or had left me behind." The fatty seemed to be tired out and after scanning Damien showed an alarmed expression.

"You could have left or looked for one of us in the rooms, are you really that lazy? Oh well doesn't matter anyway... wait what are you looking at?" Damien realised the fatty was staring wide eyed at him.

"Di...di..did you g...g..get hu...hur..hur..hurt?" The fatty stuttered his way through the sentence whilst beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Damien looked down and saw his white shirt dyed in blood and his hands still dripping with that thugs bodily fluids.

'Ah shit I was so excited about this new life I can live that I forgot I'm probably the only insane person in the building. Maybe there's an ability for common sense or intelligence.'

"Oh did I not say, I found the intruder and killed him so we can probably leave now, he's just in there, it says if you touch him you get permission to leave." Damien pointed at the room he just came out of.

"'Re...real...really?Wel..well then I must thank you for saving me." The fatty started to walk to the room holding his breath so he wouldn't smell that steely iron blood.

"For someone like you who's too afraid to embrace his true self I would consider this saving" Damien suddenly snapped his fingers and a blade flew straight through the fatty's neck.

'I don't think a retard would even fall for a trick like that, you are like a little child running into a wolf's den. Then again desperation can force you to do stupid things.'

'Ah shit awffff... I was sick again? Come on I had the conviction to kill yet I ended up like this. It is going to be really inconvenient if I'm sick after all I need to kill to survive.'

Damien absorbed the fatty’s ability which was a power level 4 misc ability allowing the user to cover a short distant extremely quickly.

'Damn imagining the fatty using this makes me regret killing him, oh well I need to meet with the others, my plan to get the most abilities out of this death game better work, well the alternative is death so I guess success is the only option.'

Damien made his way to the ground floor, he put on fatty's shirt which didn't seem to be to loose, a small fat persons shirt works fine for a tall person. With a plan inmind Damien advanced forward preparing to cause chaos.