Chapter 95: Fury Of A Triton
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Damian groans as his hand slaps down on his alarm clock. "Ffffffuck." He whines lowly as he slowly pulls himself out of bed. He gets up and goes to get dressed and for a short breakfast.
He locks the door as he leaves, has to go to work across town. Ever since those two guys were arrested, Damian didn't feel it was wise to stay close to Kele-Kolika pier now. It's been a few months, but seeing as that lowlife is still alive, he'd probably point him out easily. Hell, he just ran into him the other day. If he's smart, he'll forget all about him.
As Damian walked down the stairs of his apartment, he notes someone in a white jacket, wearing a hood. Eh, just somebody loitering. He needs to get to work. He hops in his car, and adjusts the side-mirror, where he sees the shrouded stranger.
"What??" Damian blinked as he could swear he saw a purple glint. He adjusts the mirror again, still looking at the stranger. Half of his face is covered, only his nose and mouth is visible. "Huh..." After a few seconds, Damian still looks at the mirror as he puts car in gear, and drives it off.
"Not good enough..." The hood mutters. "I need his eyes..."
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Damian writes in the books of the Wal-Mart he works in now. He wonders how the Fish House is faring, after they kicked his ass out for that homo. Honestly, it's a wonder how they even kept in business at all in the first place with that brainless old fucker of a boss they had. If his calculations are correct, that place should be done and over with at least 2 and a half years ago.
Damian glances up at the window of his office, but looks again. He sees the same white hood coat walking along the aisles. Is that the same guy from his apartment?? What are the odds of him showing up here.
The figure stopped walking, and turns his head. The hood glances up, giving a purple spark for a split second as he looks directly at Damian.
"Whoa, what the fuck..." Damian jumps, his insides purging with a sudden wave, as if he was just startled by a practical joke. He blinks, and looks again, the hooded man walking away from him, between the freezer aisles. "Ok... That's just weird."
"Still not enough..." The hood whispers, "I need to face him. I need to look into him..."
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Damian sighs as the time struck 6PM. Time to clock out. That weird person has been patrolling the whole store all day. Damian's called for a Security Check every so often, but no one has found anything or anyone of suspicion.
"Think I better just head home now." Damian says to himself as he closes the books and locks the drawers. He takes his... Coat. And puts it on. He's had to have it cleaned at least 5 times before he wore it regularly.
Soon, Damian walks in the parking structure next to Wal-Mart, over to his car. "... What..." He jogs over, seeing something on the back tire. "What the fuck???"
Footsteps can be heard from inside the structure.
A knife handle is sticking out of tire, with the bottom part of it completely sagged on the pavement, "Are you fuckin serious??" He scowls, trotting around his car. Each tire has been slashed, all of them completely out of air.
The footsteps can be heard a little closer.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Damian walks away from his vehicle. Of course, this would be the day he forgot his cellphone in the damn kitchen. He has to go to the nearest callbox to call AAA.
A person in a white coat walks along the rows of cars.
Damian growls as he walks. He looks at the glass around the elevators...
There he is again. That weird stranger from all around. Who the hell is he?? Damian walks a little faster. His eyes see a narrow area, a bit of an alley in the structure. He speed walks down there, and slows down a little. He turns his head to see if he's still being followed.
A few seconds pass by, before the hooded person appears at the entrance. Damian turns right around, and looks at the stranger. This person is holding a long duffle, like he's carrying a long pole-like object with him.
"Why are you following me??" Damian asked him. There comes no answer. "... I asked you a question!"
The stranger brings a hand up, and brings the hood down. Damian widened his eyes as he sees the face of a blonde man. "I saw you before, right?? You bumped into me." As he looks, he notes the man has strange, glimmering purple eyes. He digs in his pocket, and holds up the knife that was in his tires, "You're the one who slashed my tires, aren't you? I could have you arrested."
The blonde man continues to stare at him, without saying a single word as his violet eyes look at him.
"Who the hell are you?" Damian asked again, "Are you gonna answer me, or am I going to have to call the police? Say something, asshole!"
"So..." Merrick mutters, "These are the eyes of a Noita..." He looks into Damian's eyes, and he feels his vision zooms in. Images and people warp and fold all around Merrick's field of vision.
"Show me what he is..." He says, bidding the thoughts and feelings to form around him, "Show me what I want to know..."
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The distortion pulls out a fleeting image of Adam leaning on the dock post next to a young blonde guy in a fishnet tanktop and blue shorts. They kiss and stand together. Disgusting faggots, they can't be here! Not in THIS cannery!
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The mind zooms in and around the memory of Damian slamming his hands on a desk, "Captain, we can't have a gay man represent the Fish House!"
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"Why the fuck not?" Comes an echoing growl, "Last I checked, gays are good at working."
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The visions are so staticy and vague, they keep skipping second by second. "I can't work in the same place as a homosexual."
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"Good." The Captain says with disgust. "Now git out." The vision skips again, "Yeah, you're fired. What, you want a pony back ride?"
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The memories reform in the lockers, those same hands shoving Adam to the floor of the locker room "You don't belong here."
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The visions skip around again, "Say it!!" Adam yells, "Say it to my face!" The two of them fight, punch for punch, Damian spitting blood on Adam from a rip in his mouth as the other men pull them apart from each other.
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"STOP IT! EVERYONE!!" Captain roars.
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'This isn't what I am looking for.' Merrick thinks with anger. 'Tell me what you did to him. Now.' He demanded as he sifts through Damian's soul. The soul shifts around without Damian himself even knowing it, forwarding through half a decade since he was fired from the Fish House.
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Damian holds a phone to his ear, "Sure. I'm game. Gotta give them some kind of message." He closes the phone.
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Merrick pushes his will further, skipping in blurs to inside a dark parking lot. Damian walks as he ties a bandana around his face, covering below his nose.
