Pandora's Partner
Wraithblade6
Damien
Day 1, Morning
It was morning, and the painful peace of Ludelle's prison block was interrupted by the loud sound of sliding metal bolts. The door on the far wall opened and the catwalk extended out as it did every time a guard was on patrol, only this was an odd time, and unexpected time. Three sets of footfalls jumbled the airwaves with their musical rhythm as they came closer and closer to Ludelle's cell. They stopped right next to it. Someone was being put into the corner cell near her. It was some prisoner, some trashheap, some lowlife dealer... doubtful it was anyone of interest, but from her cell door, she could see partway into the next cell. Two guards stood beside a tall man with long black hair in shackles and prison uniform as they unlocked his cell.
Damien glared forward. The problem with secretly working for Star was that... nobody knew you were working for Star. Much to his annoyance, they had taken his gear and weapons. Damien had been instructed to simply surrender if ever he was caught and arrested, but there was one thing on his person that he absolutely refused to surrender, and it was a problem every time.
"Hey." One of the guards took notice. "What is that you have around your neck? A ring? How did you get that passed the entry scanners?" He grumbled in frustration. He didn't have time for this rebellious bullshit.
Damien quickly interjected. "This ring keeps me alive. I will not let you take it from me."
The guard had no doubt that whatever the prisoner said was a ridiculous lie and reached for the ring inside Damien's shirt anyway. If it was worth anything, he could sell it, say it "got lost" in processing, and make himself a little tip. "You don't get a choice..."
The guard's wrist was suddenly and forcefully grabbed by both of Damien's shackled hands, but what surprised him was the sharp, unexpected pain of his skin and muscle being deeply frozen solid inside Damien's hands. He cried out in shock.
The second guard pulled out his stun weapon, not yet realizing his friend's flesh was turned to ice. "Let go now, or I will drop you to the floor, prisoner!"
Damien bears his teeth, half angry and half smiling, almost as if he wanted it. "Go head. GIVE me a reason to die."
Of course he was shocked by the guard's taser and released his grip.
"Surrender the ring. You must comply." The guard with the taser wasn't taking Damien seriously.
Damien growls and staggers. "Never." He says, as if he had said it a hundred times before. This was why he so hated getting arrested. The enforcers were retarded.
The guard whos arm wasn't frozen proceeded to beat him into submission, only to suddenly recoil in pain as soon as he laid hands on Damien.
Rubbing his arm, the first guard spoke, "Forget it Jeb. This guy's not worth it."
"Grr, I'm going to teach this scum-hacker a lesson." But the truth was, Jeb felt really weak for some reason. Hacking really wasn't Damien's forte.
Finally, Damien is kicked into the cell, in which Damien was compliant enough to go. He had succeeded in keeping his ring, although much to his dismay, he didn't get to die. His vengeance would only be delayed.
The two guards left, intent to make Damien's stay a very unpleasant one. Damien crept to the back of his cell to meditate, pray, and plan.
