Snippet #1613607

"Surrender at once. Resistance is futile."

Damien's eyes grew large as he stepped back, only to find himself pressed against the wall. As the machine turned toward Damien and sliced the steal, all color was lost from his skin. So much for Damien's happy day. After finally meeting with Marishka, Damien had expected them to live the happily ever after she had always wanted, as brother and sister like they were meant to be. And now, things had taken a turn for the worse. Not yet having lost his baby face, Damien looked like a scared child that was about to be scolded for doing something terrible.

At seventeen, Damien's life was supposed to begin as he stretched his surrounding and left the home nest. Now he could envision it, being screeched, and torn, apart by this Vice. He thought of his life for a moment; his mother, his father, his..... imaginary friends. Yup. No one would miss him. Well, maybe just the football jocks. They seemed to enjoying taking their losing frustrations out on Damien after a big game.

Damien crept along the wall, eyes glued to the machine. "Oh, crap!" he screeched, fleeing away from the machine. He knew he was already a corpse to this thing.