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Damon sat. A normal enough phrase but Damon was far from normal. Damon sat on a steel bench, tied in a straightjacket, thick chains attaching him to the walls in every way possible. Back, ankels, neck, he even had a mask covering his face with a thick leather. The room was small, so small he had to hunch forward to fit. Three sharp rings of a bell meant it was yard time essentially. They stuck him in a large room, releasing all the chains that confided him. He took a moment to wiggle a little bit, then pushed off the straight jacket and mask. At this point some may assume he was a criminal in prison on high alert, it seems logical, but the place Damon is in follows no such logic. He stretched to his full height. Standing a good 3 feet above the scientist he knew where observing him via video camera in the next room, only protected by a thick steel wall. Damon chuckeled, as if anything could protect them from him if he grew angry. A man walked in, fully clothed in what Damon assumed padding that was supposed to protect him. He would merely point a small gun at Damon, that would release a large shock, making Damon pass out, then he would awaken in the same chains that bound him earlier that day. He knows because this happened everyday.
Damon held his hand up to stop the man, his voice surprisingly smooth and deep for someone of his appearance, "Stop, I grow tired of this." He glanced at the large battle ax they (stupidly) let him swing around at this time. He quickly reached for it, swinging it at the man, chopping him in half. He walked out to his small room, taking all his belongings, just a few pictures of the other anomalies some doctor gave to him. He rushed to the door, not willing to test his axe skills with freedom on the line.

He escaped. He had done it. He walked and continued on up a mountain. He honestly didn't know where he was going, but as long as he was away from humans he was fine. He didn't need to be locked up again so soon after escaping, and humans would surly send him back. At the top of the mountain he saw a shack. An old woman looked at him, gesturing for him to come inside. The old woman, a witch of some sort, felt pity for the boy cursed with his looks. She put an everlasting spell on a suit, so that when Damon wore it he appeared like that of a normal human. After he joyfully thanked and thanked her, she sent Damon on his way. On the way down Damon began to feel weak. He sat at the side of the trail. Soon a young couple came into view. Damon's stomach growled, and he slowly grabbed his axe, walking towards the couple.
The man immediately pulling the woman behind him, "Um, what can I do for you?" He said, Damon could smell the fear coming off him.
"Hold still." Damon growled "This will only hurt for a second."