Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-12-03 04:23:00 |
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Who: Damien Thorn and OTA
When: Evening
Where: Walmart
What: Making a purchase and fending off a psycho shopper
Rating: R
Status: Incomplete
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Damien was quite pleased to hear about the recent release of that new game system. He'd heard of it being the works some month ago from a few Gamestop employees. But what with recent events? Such as the future people.. Jakob had kept insisting it was close, but Damien had passed it off on the lad's over-excitement about fun stuff. And then that brief period of altered memories. It was really a surprise. He was happy when he learned of it. He viewed it as yet another activity to indulge in. Not that he was being complacent about his duties. Like the antichrist thing of gaining more power and followers. Running the company. Continuing his research that would hopefully prevent his possibly son's death later. And that other little project he had his scientists working on. But really, who didn't like games? This was top of the line. And he prided himself on having the best.
And so he made his way to Walmart once more. As he walked around, he couldn't help but notice a familiar face. Logan. The muggle young man he had as a brainwashed minion, but had let go. Seemed he now had a job with stocking shelves in the food section. Damien just gave a nod, making his way to the Electronics area. And wouldn't you know it, there was merely one last sample of the device left. He took it. After paying for it, and of course not missing the few glares around him, had paid for it. What? No problem. He heard it would be more in stock in two days' time. Shoppers could surely wait for that. He pushed the cart out, going to his car that was parked all the way out into the parking lot. But as he opened his door, he felt a presence behind him. "You know, it's bad form to sneak up on people. You aren't getting it."
It was another young man. He seemed to take pause, surprised. How did this rich fuck know he was there?? Or what he wanted? Odd. There was a SCHKT! sound, the feel of a cold blade on the side of Damien's neck. "I think I am, punkass. Think I didn't follow you?"
"I knew," Damien said calmly, slowly turning around, though the knife stayed. "For the past five minutes. Just about right after I passed by the paper towels." There was no fear on his face, which was probably a tad unnerving.
The man said, "You crazy? I got a knife here. You are going to give it to me. Or.." He pressed lightly, and a bit of blood dripped. Just a tiny prick at the moment.
"Ahh.. question." Seeing the man nod, he asked, "Is that consecrated? Has it been blessed by holiness?"
The man winced. "What? No, what are you, high? No. It's not. What the fuck does that have to do with-"
"It has everything to do with it, you simple man," Damien said with a chuckle, staring into his eyes. "First time? You're doing it wrong. Works if you hold the edge to the front of the neck. Or from ear to ear."
The man pressed harder on the side, obviously infuriated. "You gonna give me that shit! Right fucking now. Fuck it. Maybe I'll kill you anyway. See, camera doesn't pan out this far. And everyone is inside that store. I'm gonna slit you, and take the PS3, and your car.. maybe clothes too. And I'll like do.. I.. it will be.. the.. end of.."
Damien could feel a trail of wetness sliding down his neck. The man was definitely anxious. One could tell that it was someone desperate, a guy who saw something he'd never afford in a long time, and it was ripe for stealing. He had also been smoking some crack an hour before, so he was naturally agitated.
And yet he noticed the man, as Damien kept him talking, while staring at him.. there was pause. A long pause, the man was actually starting to falter, to hesitate. "I'll take it. I will.. kill.. and take.." He stared blankly for a moment.
"I'm not so sure that is what you want," Damien said calmly, setting a hand on his shoulder. He could do so much now. He could make this man his loyal follower within the next hour. He could compel him to jump off a high bridge or run into traffic. Or he could use his touch to torment him like he did... before. However, given the state of things, and current issues, he relented. Besides, he had to get somewhere. "You will toss that knife into the nearest storm drain. You will go to your home and not rob anyone else tonight."
"I will.. I.." There was a moment of confusion, then a nod. The man slowly lowered his weapon, taking it from the antichrist's throat. He backed up a step.
The CEO continued. "Tomorrow is another day. What you do then is your choice. Turn yourself in. Visit your people. But I.. am no longer your concern. Forget me, leave me, and go home. Now." He watched then as the man turned to leave. He seemed normal then, feeling as if what he really wanted was to go home and relax.
Damien lifted the box and set it in the backseat, then shut the door. Keys in hand, he began to walk to the driver section of his car. He sighed, holding a finger to his neck. The scar seemed as if it had closed up. It would have been different had it been a holy weapon. Several minutes following that, it seemed as if there wasn't a mark at all, even though there was still a little trickle of red on his skin. "Dammit, what the Hell is wrong with these people..."