Chapter 1 - Beginning
"Humph, you're nothing but a money maker, don't think you're special." A man in lab clothes spoke, facing a young teen.
"Yeah, what a dump. I can't believe they want to set a petition to let him go." Another man in lab clothes backed him up.
"They won't let him go. The money they're making out of him is much. What a lucky bastard." The first man replied somewhat manically.
"Luck isn't the word I would use. Rather, rotten luck." The other man replied, revealing his yellowish teeth.
The young teen sat there staring at the wall opposite him, totally ignoring the two badmouthing him right in front of him.
"You think ignoring us would make us stop talking? Humph! I won't stop because you're trash." The man spoke with rage brimming inside of him from being ignored.
The young teen kept staring at the wall, not giving him a glance. The other partner just smiled and spoke.
"You think you've got great mentality? It's been a year now. You can't tell me you don't feel anything." The lab man spoke, baring his teeth.
This time, the teen turned and looked at him. He had blond hair with silver irises, which gave him an eerie vibe. His pointed nose aligned with his jawline, which gave him a manly and handsome look.
His fair, pale skin radiated with light from the bulb installed in the walls. His pink-colored lips moved slowly into a sneer as he obviously mocked those outside.
"You." Trembling with anger, the man pointed at him, almost getting too close to the glass.
"It's okay. Being locked in here probably made him crazy." The other lab man said, consoling him as he pulled him out.
The teen watched slowly as they hurried off. He gave a small snort before taking a glance around the room he was locked in.
He was currently sitting on a mattress big enough for two people. A small reading table was kept at the side, with a water dispenser by the right.
There were some drugs placed on the table, mainly blood-building drugs. At the end of his bed, there was a flower pot.
The teen withdrew his gaze and got up from the bed and sat on the chair and pulled the table towards him.
There were some books on the table, mainly college books. Just as he was about to grab one, his door swung open.
A man in his late forties, with dark hair and hazy brown irises, his tanned-colored skin looking pale, walked in carrying a cake in his slightly wrinkled hands.
"Happy birthday." The man said as he closed the door.
"Huh, is it my birthday today, Max?" The teen asked, showing extreme apathy.
'He wouldn't forget anything except his birthday,' Max muttered as he opened the cake. On it, "Happy Nineteenth Birthday Damion" was written in blue icing, which blended with the white-colored cake.
"So it's today. It makes sense why those guys came today." Damion clicked his tongue, rather bored.
"What? Those punks came disturbing you again?" Max asked angrily.
"Leave it. They aren't worth your time anyway." Damion said, cutting a slice off from the cake.
"Well, eat fast. We're leaving." Max said.
"What?" Damion asked.
"You didn't hear? The old man decided to let you go. He said it's too inhumane to leave you here." Max excitedly narrated how it all went down.
"You sure? It sounds shady." Damion asked skeptically.
"I thought so, too, but it's best you leave now. I have a nephew in the city. Knowing you know nothing about the outside world, he will help you and drill you. I have already registered you into a college as you wanted. You would be majoring in Economics and Accounting..." Max suddenly started coughing heavily while holding his chest.
"Uncle Max, are you alright? Your cough seems to be getting worse. You should get it checked." Damion suggested worriedly.
"Look at you. You've been reading medical books again. Why don't you switch and major in Medicine?" Max gave a sly smile as he changed the topic.
"I don't like the smell of drugs." Stuffing cake into his mouth, Damion spoke and looked away.
Max sighed and joined Damion in eating the cake. After they finished, Damion got up to leave before Max called him back.
"Won't you carry anything?" Confused, Max asked.
"No, I don't want to remember anything here. Everything makes me sick." Damion held a disgusted look on his face as he spoke.
"Fine, let's go." Max said and led him out. As they walked out of the building, they felt stares on them, but they just ignored it.
Damion stepped outside the building for the first time in seventeen years. He felt the sunlight outside, and he looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the sun before he felt a hand covering his eyes.
"Stop that. You'd blind your eyes." Max said, pulling him along.
"It's just so beautiful." Damion spoke in an entranced state.
"Yeah, you should see it when it's setting." Max spoke.
"I would love to." Damion spoke slowly.
"Well, go. Judging by the time, we should be arriving in the city at night." Max checked his watch as he spoke.
"Are we really that far from the city?"
"Son, you have no idea where you are." Max spoke with a sullen look.
"Max, we will make it, right?" Damion asked, feeling anxious.
"Son, I want you to promise me something." Max spoke with a serious look on his face but still kept his eye on the gate that was yet to open.
"What, Uncle?"
"You'd make it to the city no matter what, with or without me." Max said grimly.
"Uncle, don't say that." Frowning hard, Damion cautioned him.
"Just promise me that." Max said, still with the grim look on his face.
"Fine, I promise." Wearing a resigned look, Damion promised to keep his Max reassured.
"Let's go now." Max said and got into the car.
Damion got in, and Max drove out with immense speed, till the building was no longer in sight. Then he decided to slow down.
Damion was just looking outside the window. He was fascinated with what he was seeing, the buildings and the trees.
Max just had a smile on his face as he watched the look on Damion's face. He only prayed that Damion would survive tonight. He had a feeling he might not, but no matter what, Damion cannot return to those bastards' hands.
He stopped the car at some place to buy Damion some snacks and food, as Damion was excited to try new foods.
They finally arrived in the city around 9 at night. Max took a deep breath as he drove carefully. As they drove through the mountains, he kept looking outside the window. Damion obviously noticed his strange behavior.
"Uncle Max, are you alright?"
"Damion, remember what you promised me." Max asked, slowly increasing the speed.
"Yes, of course." Damion replied, feeling uneasy.
"Now listen carefully. We are being followed, likely to kill us both. I knew they would likely not want to let us go as we know too much, and you are their money magnet." Max said, clenching his teeth hard with rage.
"What are we going to do?" Damion asked anxiously.
"Well, for starters, take this USB drive. There you would have the answers to the questions you refuse to ask me." Max said, giving him a USB drive from the car compartment.
While Damion's focus was still on the USB drive, he suddenly turned and got off from the mountain towards the forest beside it.
"BANG! BANG!"
Gunshots flew towards their car. Max instantly pushed Damion down with one hand as he used the other one to drive.
"Uncle, they're using their guns. Let me shoot them back." Though scared, seeing the gun on his body, he wanted to help.
"Damion, listen to me and stay down." Max gritted his teeth and drove even deeper.
Four Jeeps in black followed them with speed and chased them into the forest. They raised their guns and aimed at Max's car tire.
BOOM!
They hit one. The car lost its gearing, but Max held on.
BAM!
Max smiled as he noticed that the gunshot had pierced his chest.
"UNCLE!" Damion screamed in horror.
"Remember, meet Theodore. He's my nephew. Damion, be a good kid, okay? I want you to live peacefully. Don't let those bastards get you." Max spoke weakly but kept on driving.
"No, don't. Please, let me try to hit them back." Damion begged, this time stupidly.
"I want you to learn more about the world, maybe even fall in love. Just know I'm always with you." Max opened Damion's door and pushed him out of the car.
Damion rolled out just to see Max drive the car closer to the other cars. He pulled out his gun and, from the window, gunned down four of their pursuers. He kept driving until he was close enough to the remaining pursuers.
"Join me in hell, you sons of bitches!" Max screamed and BOOM, his car exploded along with the other Jeep around, all falling off the cliff.
A wave of sadness went into him. He dropped and tears streamed down his eyes. His Uncle Max was no more. Damion spent time there before looking at the car. It was still burning. He got up and went down the cliff before he walked up towards the car.
Totally disregarding the heat from the fire and the burns he would receive, he pulled the door and pulled out the remaining pieces of Max he could bring with his hands. He didn't mind the gory image of Max, which had his body burned, his flesh melting with his bone sticking out.
Damion walked with the dead Max and walked towards the forest. He laid him down and used his hands to dig the ground. He dug and dug till he reached 4 feet, and he placed Max inside and closed it.
"Uncle Max, they WILL PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM WILL PAY!" Damion said viciously, with his eyes radiating an even eerier feeling.
Damion felt pain in his legs and realized he had hurt his leg when Max pushed him off. He limped back to the spot and pulled off two men and stuffed them into their own car and walked away. He had only one desire: make it to the city, learn about life, and bring hell to those bastards.
Just then, he heard a muffled voice. He followed it and walked up to a hole. He was surprised as he got there. He looked inside and saw a young girl about a year younger than him. She was gagged and tied, but she was still trying to scream. He watched her silently till she noticed him.
"Mmmmmhp." The gag silenced her screams.
"You need help?" Damion slowly said.
Somehow, she managed to spit out the gag in her mouth.
"And you're injured." She replied.
"Do you know how I can get into the city?" Damion asked, somewhat not regarding her injuries.
"Help me and I will personally take you there." She assured him.
"Alright." Damion said and helped her up.
"Thanks." She said and looked up. Surprisingly, she was blond just like him, only with clear blue eyes.
"Come, take me to the city." Damion instructed impatiently as he stood after untying her.
"Whoa, we will go, but first, who are you?" She asked slyly.
"To the city." Damion said indifferently.
"Fine, let's go. I'm Kendra, by the way." She said and turned as her blond, straight hair flowed down.
She kept trying to strike up a conversation with Damion, but he wouldn't talk. Damion figured out she was rich and was kidnapped to die here, but that wasn't his business. He had to get to the city and reach Theodore.
They managed to arrive in the morning, tired and worn out. Damion came into the city for the first time. He turned and tried to imitate the way actors hailed cabs in the movies he had seen.
Kendra saw how he was acting and realized what his intentions were.
"Hey, do you want to hail a cab?" Kendra asked, rather amused.
"Yeah."
"Damn, that's not how to do it. There, you can get in." Kendra said and hailed him a cab.
"Thanks. My name is Damion, by the way." Damion entered, and the cab drove away.
"What a strange dude." Kendra muttered as she hailed and entered another cab.
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Hey guys it's your writer hear, firstly thank you for reading 😘. It's my first novel so it might be amateur and errors may flow. Feel free to comment on the chapters 🥰🥰🥰
