No.237

Damien Sills - Taken

@damiensills

Damien | age 18 | FC: Logan Lerman

Affiliation: Lost One

✔️- Cautious, Valient, Loyal.

✖️- Wrathful, Arrogant, Lustful.

Player: Margarida (Sel ❤️)

In the year 3021, the middle child of the Sills Clan, a family of elite superhumans, was born powerless. He was the first and only human to be born without a gift, so although he was loved, he was neglected for his weakness, as he could never properly hold the Sills name with pride. At the young age of 7, a league of assassins kidnaped the powerless boy, in hopes that the Sills clan would give up the intel on their genetic mutation to the league of assassins. The leader, only known as Morticia, wanted her killers to be superhumans, stronger and fiercer than every other killer. The Sills decided to not take the deal and left Damien with the assassins to keep their genetic abilities safe. Damien was left for dead, but rather than killing him the league decided to use him. They broke young kids, male and female, and trained them to become cold-blooded killers. During his time in captivity, Damien made one friend, a girl named sky, who helped him get through the tough times the campo brought. Unfortunately, Sky wasn’t progressing as well as Damien, the owners thought she was weak, and Damien was forced to kill her. That was his first kill.

That was his form of resistance, as small as it was, it gave Damien a small, burning fire of hope that lit his soul from time to time. 

But most of the time, he let the fire go out. Hope had let him down too many times. 

Already being annoyed by the other male’s presence, Damien could only roll his eyes as he spoke. If there was any lost one Damien really wanted to sink his dagger into, it was Felix. Not only did the boy know his way around the island, not only could he really make some sort of difference for these trapped kids, he decided to stay loyal to Pan, the one who kept them all imprisoned. Damien didn’t enjoy loyalties like that, no one deserved attention if they were a dictator, no matter how powerful they were. 

Damien believed Felix could do much much better Pan.

It took everything in Damien’s being not to slap the rabbit right out of Felix hand. The nerve he had, taking his kill and slicing it apart. Damien enjoyed the bloodlust he received as he sliced up his kills, and since he couldn’t do it to any humans without Pan’s wrath, watching Felix have the nerve to simply take his really rubbed him the wrong way. This boy must have felt pretty damn entitled. No words came from Damien, rather he kept his eyes on the rabbit that he held in his hands, watching only the blood that seeped from its dead corpse. When he finished Felix had conveniently finished his butchering job, one that made Damien scoff. Such sloppy cuts, ones that could have never been accepted where Damien came from. 

Felix brought up the fact that Damien had been late, and the male wasn’t going to give it a second thought until a threat slipped from Felix’s lips. Damien stopped mid gutting, his dagger currently slicing through raw flesh imbedded in the rabbits belly. He was joking right? Threats didn’t sit well with Damien, especially ones given to him by people he knew he could take. Gripping onto his dagger a little tighter he pushed into down into the rabbit, driving it and the tip of his blade into the ground between him and the boy. This was the only time Damien had finally made eye contact, his grey eyes showing no hint of emotion. But from the white skin of his knuckles, to the heat that boiled up into his lungs, Damien was angry. He didn’t have time, or rather he really didn’t want to have to deal with this bullshit. 

“I’m sorry... But was that suppose to be a threat? Why don’t you mind your own damn business, watch dog. If Pan is so all mighty and powerful, maybe he woulda caught me all on his own without his puppy being on watch.”

Pinocchio wasn’t sure how the connection between Severland and the Mainland worked. He knew that people came from different eras and realms, but how Pan traveled through time and space was beyond him. Before he had even come to Severland, he never thought of time as something that could be traveled through. Time was linear, and you only went forward.

Clearly, that’s not how it worked in Severland. Pinocchio managed to work out that Damien was from some time in the distant future, yet he had come “before” Pinocchio did. More precisely, the year had been 1883 when Pinocchio left.

What year is it now?

Pinocchio’s attention shifted away from his strange surroundings when he heard the sound of Robyn toppling into Damien’s arms. What the hell just happened? Pinocchio saw Pan holding something the size of his fist, and it took him a moment to realize it was Robyn’s heart. He felt a bit of bile come up in his throat and covered his mouth. Once Pan was done putting some sort of spell on it, he put the heart back into Robyn’s body.

Pinocchio didn’t hear enough to know what sort of spell Pan cast on Robyn. He only heard enough to know that Damien now had the responsibility of gathering more potential Lost Souls. As for Pinocchio, he was to make sure no one got injured. He was also assigned the task of bringing back some sort of special dagger.

Just then, Pinocchio noticed that everyone now had a different change of clothes on. Rather than wear the clothes from his time period, Pinocchio was now dressed in dark pants and a jacket. The denim pants felt strange and scratchy, but the jacket felt warm enough. Pinocchio had to get used to both his new surroundings and his new set of clothes.

Pan vanished and Pinocchio was left to listen to Robyn and Damien’s conversation. Though he didn’t catch all of the words, he knew enough to figure out that they found him annoying. Apparently, Damien was assigned to go with Pinocchio because he was good with the Lost Ones. Robyn found him too annoying to tolerate anyway.

“Airplane?” Pinocchio asked. He had never heard of it before, and he wasn’t sure that there was a word for it in his native Italian. He wasn’t fluent enough in English to guess the meaning of the word either. 

Pinocchio guessed from Damien’s knowledge of “airplanes” that he was familiar with this time and place. Was this the era that Damien was from? Pinocchio heard Pan’s instruction to be back in four hours, lest anyone be left behind. Would Damien purposely not come back on time? Had Pinocchio been from this era, he would do the same thing.

But Pinocchio had no choice. Given the unfamiliarity of this place, Pinocchio only had Severland to return to.

Damien adjusted his backpack and took off. Pinocchio didn’t want to follow him. He wanted to return to his own time period and see his father and friends again. Some part of him wished that Pan had returned Pinocchio to his own time so that Pinocchio could work the situation to his advantage. Instead, Pinocchio was stuck chasing after Damien behind houses. 

Even a simple neighborhood looked bizarre to Pinocchio. The homes looked little like the homes Pinocchio had seen in his lifetime. The houses had odd, blocky shapes with impossibly sleek walls and large glass windows. Where were the brick walls, arched doorways, and window shutters Pinocchio was used to? It seemed like Pinocchio could see inside any of these homes via the large glass windows that seemed to have replaced some of the homes’ walls.

Inside one of the homes, a girl pressed a button to the side of the window, and the window turned black in an instant.

Pinocchio didn’t realize how distracted he got until he saw how far ahead Damien was. Making up for lost time, Pinocchio sprinted to his side. He wanted to ask Damien so many questions about this world, what had happened between 1883 and… whatever this year was. He couldn’t make sense of anything he saw.

“What is this year, Damien?” Pinocchio asked, sure that he messed up his English.

After a little bit of time, Pinocchio continued walking. He had seen Damien run through areas with cement floors behind some of the houses. Some of those areas had what looked like play areas for children, and some had areas that looked to Pinocchio like some strange version of a villa. Pinocchio walked through an impossibly large yard of what looked like this time period’s version of a villa only to hear a strange noise coming from above. The sound was deafening, screeching noise that made penetrated Pinocchio’s ears even when he covered them with his hands. When he gathered his bearings, he figured out the noise came from cone-shaped attachments positioned at the top of thin poles.

Pinocchio managed to get away from one of the poles when he saw a boy and a girl about Damien’s age sneaking into the yard through some bushes. They, too, were overwhelmed by the loud, strange noise. The kids seemed a little nervous, but otherwise familiar with whatever was blaring.

“Who set it off?” the girl asked, partially covering her ears.

“I didn’t!” the boy shouted.

“Great, now the stupid alarm probably woke up my parents!”

“We’re fucked.”

Pinocchio was about to take off when the two teens spotted him. Now he was definitely in some sort of trouble. He was about to spin on his heel and leave when he saw the bushes behind the two teens rustling. Then, he heard the two teens scream.

“My guess, between 2135-1240....”

Damien had been 19 now, so since he was born in 2116 he just counted up. But time in Severland had messed up his internal clock, he could have been off by a couple years now. As he continued his counting of kilometers he came to a stop when his eyes landed on a very similar hill. Even from this distance an outline of a mansion could be seen sitting on top of the hill. All the lights were off, leaving the house as an eerie shadow. Damien slowly brought his hand down and allowed his eyes to squeeze into a glare. Although he hadn’t lived in it for years, his old home looked exactly the same. Large, empty and heartless. 

“Yep, definitely somewhere 2135 and 1240. No wonder this is place is familiar, I used to kill people in this neighbour all the time.”

Before Pinocchio could comment on his remark Damien had hoped off the fence he perched on and began running again. He would do Pan’s bidding, but he also had some unfinished business he had to attend to. His last destination back here on the mainland would be his home. There was someone he desperately needed to confront. But while Pinocchio was with him there was no way he could leave. Sure he could easily ditch the boy but he’d surely tell Pan. He didn’t need to deal with Pan and his anger nor his rather aggressive heart pulling, so once Damien had done his dirty work he’d sneak away. He’d have no more ties to Severland. 

While being lost in thought the sound of a blaring siren cracked through his thoughts. Coming to a screeching halt Damien cursed under his breath. The alarm came from a house that was two yards away from him, and Pinocchio wasn’t in his line of sight. The boy must have tripped the alarm b stepping too close to a house. Damien rolled his eyes in annoyance before hopping back over the fences and sliding into the yard. He was on the opposite side of Pinocchio, about to call out to him when he felt two heart beats. Both rhythms were fast, and loud. The people were nervous and to close, way to close. From the corner of Damien’s vision he locked onto a pair of two teens, one a male and one a female. The scene fell into slow motion when  their eyes slide right over his form which was hidden within the dark and fell onto Pinocchio. Damien saw Pinocchio just stared back, unsure as to what to do. 

“Fuck.”

Before they could call out, or worse make an even bigger scene Damien had been out of his spot. He sprinted up to the teens. The female had been first, he was directly in front of him so he reached out both his hands and placed them on either side of her skull. With a quick twist of his wrists the girls head twisted to the side, a sickly crack emitting from her spin. Before she fell dead Damien swiped the blade across her throat, because Pan had mentioned the blade had to be used on each victim. The blood of his girlfriend had splattered across the boy before he even had time to turn and see Damien do the deed. A scream had escaped his throat before Damien plunged the crystal blade within his chest. The boy sputtered, blood pooling from his lips before he fell to his knees. Damien tugged the knife out, causing a sickly nose to be heard before the boy fell dead beside his girlfriend. The siren had still been blaring in the background so reaching his right hand into his backpack he took hold of the largest blade he could feel and thrusted it up towards the cone shaped siren. The blade spiraled and sunk within the centre of the blaring horn. It made one last sickly screech before going flat. Damien had dealt with alarms that had been much more high tech, this one just needed some brute force to shut up. He ran to Pinocchio’s side and grabbed him by the collar. Avoiding any high obstacles Damien pulled the boy beside him and ran. He could fell Pinocchio stumbling but he continued to pull him along until the two were a safe enough distance away. Crossing a small side street the two ended up in a park, where Damien shoved Pinocchio’s back into the side of metal structure, where kids played. Both teen were breathing deeply as Damien leaned into Pinocchio, bringing his face down to his level. 

“Listen here you little shit, if we get caught its game over. That kill was sloppy because of you, and unnecessary. If you’re just gunna be a klutz your staying here while I finish this job.”

Damien finally released the boys collar with a sigh. He turned back towards the house. Damien must had been fast enough and the home owners thought their system had just been tipping out. Either way Damien didn’t want to stay and figure out. Pacing a bit Damien decided they needed a new plan, maybe traveling through backyards was a bad idea, they’d be less noticeable if they traveled through the city, then approached the neighbourhoods again from the other side. Damien glanced down at the blade he still had clutched in hand, which caused him to raise a curious eyebrow. The blood had basically vanished and left the blade spotless and sparkling. Shaking his head he wiped his palms against his dark jeans, which luckily for him concealed the red stains of blood. 

“Well at least thats two souls down... Hurry up I wanna get this shit over with. Put your hood on and stay close, we’re gunna travel through the city. Don’t make a scene and no one will bother you, understand?”

Damien pulled up his own hood, taking a couple of steps away and walking towards the blinding lights of the city. Now maybe he could run into someone he knew, a fellow assassin on the job, maybe even one of his siblings who could catch him up on the times. Damien glanced back at Pinocchio, watching him follow suit

“What’s on that list Pan gave you? We’ll find that first before we get... whoever we’re getting. Hell Pan never told us where the person is specifically, we’ll have to follow our guts huh”

I’ll start Robyn is a black Siberian husky.

Dallas, Damien, and Dakota