We finish the ice cream. "What now?" Demon asks quietly. I shake my head.
"Um… I don't-" The door of the ice cream shop is slammed open and a big guy with a gun pointing forwards walks in. Demon presses against me, making me squashed to the wall. "What's happening?" I whisper to him. Demon pulls me under the table and holds me tight against him. "Demon?" Everyone seems to go silent.
"Damon," the guy says loudly in a deep voice, "where is he?" Demon seems to hold me tighter against him.
"Demon, what the fuck is going on?" I worriedly whisper. The guy with the gun walks around the room. The person at the counter seems to be desperately trying to call the police or something, so he shoots them, killing them. They become slumped over the counter, blood spilling from them.
"Fuck it," Demon mutters, "stay here little masochist."
"Wha… Demon!?"
As the guy goes past, Demon swings out from underneath the table, his feet slamming hard into the gun and the guy's head. The guy almost falls back as Demon lands on the ground. He brings the gun forwards, right at Demons head. He shoots… but the gun is empty. Demon laughs.
"Heh… guess it's my lucky day," Demon smirks. The ice cream place becomes empty as everyone runs away scared.
"You little brat," the guy shouts. Demons smirk turns into a gentle playful smile.
"Long time no see Damian," Demon says tilting his head, "you're that little brat that was named similar to me in foster home number one, right?"
"Damon," scoffs Damian, "you were the one to kill my parents last week, yes?"
"Of course I fucking was," Demon nods enthusiastically. Damian looks angry. Shakily I whimper. I didn't know Demon was a murderer. Then I shake my head. It's not a surprise. Demon notices my fear and glances at me. Damian notices this.
"Oh…? Look what we have here, who's this?" Damian says menacingly. Demon stands in front of me so I can't be seen, his before playfulness vanishing to worry.
"This is not your concern," Demon says firmly, protectively. Damian smiles.
"And why aren't I killing you already?" asks Damian grabbing a knife from his pocket.
"Now hold on, aren't you more of a gun guy? Plus, wouldn't the DDG get mad you killed me alone?" Demon says.
"Fuck… you are right for once," Damian says putting the knife away.
"The DDG?" I whisper. Damian hears me.
"Oooo talking, are we? The DDG is the Decapitate Damon Group," smiles Damian. Demon sighs.
"It's a group of people who have something against me… mostly because I've murdered someone important to them," admits Demon to me. Damian walks towards the door,
"And I'm gonna go get them… tell them you're in town," smirks Damian.
"Heh, and I can't let you do that," smiles Demon sliding two knives from his pocket. Damian makes a quick dash to the door, but Demon is faster. He throws the knives with expertise at Damian. One embeds itself in his neck and one in his chest. He falls to the ground with a thud. He's dead. I gasp,
"Demon…" shakily pressing myself closer to the wall under the table.
"Hey… Star, its okay," Demon says softly offering his hand to me. I don't take it. "Hey, we need to get out of here." I don't move. Demon shakes his head. "Come on Star." He comes under the table and pulls me out; he picks me up with ease. I let him. "Fuck… your shaking… I'm sorry," Demon whispers. I shake my head, still trying to process everything.
Demon carries me away.
Away from the blood.
Away from the truth I can't unsee.