Damian Mason's Story

Slitted pools of dark green watched the two of them over the other side of the room. From their quick glances over to him and the pointing in his direction, he concluded that they were in fact talking about him. Unfortunately for Damian they were speaking far too quietly for his average human ears to pick up on. Not even parts of the conversation he was able to comprehend. If only he could lip read, but then what good would that do when the blond, his main target, had his back to him. That contact of him stretching out his legs into her lap caused an angry twitch in both fingers and expression. Lips curled up into a soured sneer to which his mood would easily force him to chuck the book at them just to break up that contact. Why should his little psychopath be allowed contact, yet he was forced to remain cold and alone. He longed for the heat of skin upon skin once more, and not just so he could have another taste of his blood. This was much more personal than satisfying an addiction which consumed him.

Being so caught up in his own angered thoughts, he hadn't even noticed the woman take seat next to him. That was until he felt a slight pressure on his leg and Damian looked down. Sure enough there was a hand close to his thigh and he had to wonder just why. His green orbs shifted up to whom the hand belonged to, the doctor who he had just been speaking with and so easily shooed him away. Her intentions of being here were unclear to Damian, but he had a suspicion that she was here to pick on another victim. The apology she offered was nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment thing, it hardly meant anything, she just couldn't bare to lose trust in a patient as it might have cost her, her job. He could offer her nothing but a roll of the eyes in response. That was until her offer was placed on the table and he looked up to meet deep sapphire pools once more, an eyebrow raised; he had to wonder just what she had meant by that. Surely she couldn't have been suggesting she'd let him do something with her.

No, it couldn't be. Could it?

Damian offered a chuckle and his first words since she had sat down. "Thanks, doctor, I'll be sure to take you up on that offer some time." He smirked as he looked over her perfect body from head to toe, before back to the book he had placed in his lap, searching the cover for any more words to say. "... And I forgive you. Don't worry." With a tiny hint of a genuine smile, he looked back up at her for one final time and reopened the book he held, beginning to read once more.

"Is that a threat?" Kelly laughed. "No, I won't mess with him. Plenty of other strange people I can mess with" Kelly turned half-way to follow his eyes. He was looking rather pissed at the lady talking to his toy. The lady was looking rather comfy with him, so Kelly wasn't about to blame him. "You get used to the blackouts after a while- and you start to see the signs. The shaking and sometimes blinking, then falling. I suppose I would seem confused alot, but you would to if bits of your life were missing. Rosie isn't a name I compleately despise, but its not for me like you said. If I had been named it, I guess it would be me though" she said, thinking. It has never occurred to her that if she has been givin that god-awful name she would feel like a 'Rosie'.

It took the boy a little while- and a lot of lasers almost shooting from his eyes- but finnaly Tristan said something about the way the woman was touching his object of interest. She rolled her eyes and turned her focus to the two across the room. In fact, the brunnette was touching the man in a rather inappropriate way, with her hand resting on his thigh. "Someone's a little jealous, isn't he?" Kelly smirked as she turned back to Tristan. "Don't worry. I'm sure it will only get worse. After all, she could easily do just what you did, and I wonder how fast he would forget about you? I guess he would remember, eventually, but I just don't think he could control himself if she were to cut herself" Kelly grinned evilly. "Ah, well, we wouldn't want that"

Kelly frowned at his next comment and turned. The girl was leaving, and she couldn't have that. "Well, we can't have her leaving just yet. She hasn't had time to properly seduce your friend yet" she laughed lightly. "But I suppose you don't mind. It's not like you could help it if she had an accident and began to bleed. I mean, I'm fairly sure she wouldn't mind him jumping her bones, and it would only take a little encouragement" as she said this, she broke the metal part of the hair tie not holding her hair up and pressed it against her skin. She hissed and a droplet if blood appeared. "Now, if somehow, say, she stepped on this or it scratched her back somehow... Well, there would be a little bit more blood than just this" she pointed her finger at him before she wiped the blood on her red shirt. "I guess I should introduce myself, should I not?" Kelly laughed and began to stand, wrapping the broken pony tail around her finger, the metal point peaking out right under her nail. She sort of wondered what Tristan would do, but whatever it was, it would definitely lots and lots of fun trouble.


Kelly tapped her finger against her hip as she walked toward the lanky brunette. The flat meal cylinder pressing into her hip. It took only a few seconds for her to reach the figure, and she put on her best 'friendly' smile. "Hello, miss? I don't suppose you are a new patient, becuase you arn't wearing pajamas like the rest of us" she motioned to her outfit, careful to use her free hand as hid her other. "So, I'm going to guess you are a new doctor" she smirked. "I'm Kelly, by the way" she began to rock back and forth on her bare heels. Her eyes began to search over the young woman's body, serching for a way to do what she wanted.

"Good, well have a good evening." In turn for the apology, it was nice to see he had forgave her. A grin formed over her mouth by his words, thinking them to be completely sincere. Just as she was about to retreat to the door something, or should she say someone rather stopped her. Seeing the same woman from before approach her in leisure. With inquisitive concept, Sonya inclined her head to the side while her eyes settled on the friendly looking woman. It was obvious that she was not a patient although she wouldn't mind being able to wear pajamas comfortably all day long. Because she had not read all of the files, Kelly's disorder still remained unbeknownst to her. Sonya ran a steady hand through her onyx tresses and smiled at her.

"Hi, Kelly... You'd be right in saying that I'm not a patient but a doctor. I'm Sonya Asano, it's nice to meet you Kelly." Reaching out her pale hand in acquaintance, the moment their hands came into contact a sharp pain generated near the carpus of her arm. By the sliding of her hand into Kelly's forced the metal object to tear into her flesh. An unpleasant sensation incepted, causing her to behold the locality of discomfort. That was when she saw and felt the warmth from the thick crimson liquid trickle from the slit near her ulnar vein. Immediately, her vivid cerulean eyes wandered over to Damian before traveling back to Kelly. Why? Why would she? Was it an accident? Or could she have known? Sonya held her arm in such a delicate way, glancing down to check if the wound was actually there.

Nearby, the nurse from earlier who pulled Damian away watched the scene unfold. She didn't think anything of it when both women shook hands until the sight of blood extricated from the doctor. Her beady eyes tumbled among the three, especially Damian before she hurried over to the rendezvous spot. Upon arriving, another nurse also visioned the young doctor cradling her arm. The larger nurse, known as Athena took a hold of Kelly's arm, slightly putting a bit of pressure on it. With her free hand, Athena searched her's, hoping to find the makeshift knife. "Okay, give it to me.... we don't want anyone else getting hurt. Now would we, Rosie." The nursed remarked, not minding if she had fostered the wrong name.

The other nurse went to investigate Sonya's wound in the premise of bandaging it up. "I should take care of this."

"No... I'm fine." She said, no longer having the desire to be in the rec. room furthermore. So she pulled her arm out of the grasp from the nurse. Vivid cyan hues engaged in a keen stare down with the petite woman (Kelly) standing in front of her before turning on her heels and returning to her office, not caring that she bumped into the man blocking the door. The whole time she couldn't help but think how close that cut had been to her ulnar artery which could have resulted in serious injury. But Sonya couldn't figure out why the woman would want to harm her. Other than her being completely demented. And obviously wasn't prime to expose it to Damian, concerning his hematolagnia. But did she know that?

Taking a seat at her desk, she grabbed a few Kleenexes' and applied them to the small gash. Sonya shook her head indiscriminately at her own aberrant behavior -- why would she think it was ever safe to interact with patients outside of the office? Yet it was hardly her fault for just being friendly.

Tristan knew he couldn't get directly involved just yet. If he tried to stop Kelly and they ended up causing a commotion.. It wouldn't look goo for him, he had already caused one today. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to. Didn't want to slap that bitch of a doctor just for trying what she did and didn't want to tackle Kelly to the ground. Her idea of fun was clearly not his when it meant doing things like that. Tristan would never deny that he had an aggressive part in his personality. He was very aware of it. The lack of emotions just kept him mostly passive, but when something has caught his interest then it was his. His alone and probably the only thing he would fight for. To understand that, well people had to know that he really cared little for anything else. Wars didn't interest him, economy didn't, the stupid trees and animals outside didn't either. Why should they ? All those pitiful things they tried to make him feel with in one of their stupid experiments.


When he drifted back from where his thoughts had taken him, both women were being led out of the room and a certain pressure that he didn't recognized until now, left his body, making him breath out through his nose loudly. Instantly his eyes locked onto his usual target. This wouldn't happen again, he would make sure of it. Glancing at the guy in the door and the rest of the nurses, he decided it was worth a try. Maybe if he appeared non-threateningly he could manage to get over to the other. The really aggressive nurse was gone now anyways, the only one he kind of had respect for him.



Straightening the too long shirt over his pants, both in a dark blue that made him look even more pale, he slowly got up from his seat, keeping his arms to the side, swinging lightly as he moved over to where Damian was sitting. Seemed like he was okay for now, he thought as nobody stopped him. Turning around, he could see one of the nurses watching him, but he didn't plan on injuring himself again just yet, so that was okay.


Sitting down next to Damian , he watched him for a few seconds, head tilted, hair falling lightly into his dark blue eyes. " Look. " He started, voice as emotionless as always again. " I don't like that woman touching you. I don't like you looking at her. I don't like having to feel stupid shit because of your primal urges, so if you could stop that, I would really appreciate that. "

Nodding as she bid him farewell, he didn’t bother to look up again, just focused on the words written down on discoloured paper in his hands. The book he was reading was a light romance novel, which wasn’t exactly his style but it at least kept him entertained for a little while. Damian was a slow reader anyway so this would keep him busy for the next couple of days. Sonya had most of his attention though, especially as she was stopped by another patient and conversed with them to which he couldn’t quite catch onto what they were saying. His vivid green eyes constantly shifted from the book to the two of them until he finally spotted the trickle of blood running from between her fingers as she held her arm. An eyebrow was raised and the book became nothing more than an object which he held within his hands. Did she just cut herself or did the patient do so?

“Holy shit…” he bit his lip and squirmed on the hard couch he was sitting on, trying desperately to repress his urges this time, but damn, Sonya was hot enough already without bleeding. It brought back the memories of when he raped his colleague and cringed. Reliving something like that now would surely get him arrested for life without any help for his so-called addiction. Damian forced himself to look away, his fingers scraping against the plastic cover of the book which he now held so closely to his chest, clinging to it as if it was his pure life support. Already he could feel his blood pumping and a growing tightness down below. He couldn’t help but imagine the doctor bent over that glass table in her office with him so ruthlessly pounding into her. Or even having her pinned down against the leather couch and sucking her arm dry from the fresh wound created only moments ago. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…” he cursed under his breath and leant his head back, releasing a muffled groan.

Fortunately, before he could take any further action, the doctor left and her attacker was dragged out of the recreation room by the nurse who always seemed to get in his way. Everything seemed quiet after that and Damian dared to open his eyes, staring at the spot there had just been standing in. His hunter green eyes searched the tiled floor for any spots of blood, but found nothing, much to his disappointment. Heaving a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped and he fell limp back against the couch, just trying to will away the thoughts clouding his mind so that he may return back to normal and once more resume reading. Eyes closed once more, his head tilted back against the back of the couch and his back arched.

What caught his attention next was the words spoken to him in a quiet voice he almost recognized. Damian lifted his head and opened his eyes to stare at the blond boy standing in front of him, looking anything but amused right now, and all he could offer in response to his words was a roll of the eyes. Did he really believe that just by telling him not to be turned on by her was just going to stop him?

“I can’t control my urges,” he stressed, shifting once more on his seat and placing the book over his lap to hide the hint of his ‘urges’. “Besides, why does it bother you anyway, kid?” Once again he rolled his eyes and folded one leg over the other. “Are you jealous of her? I thought you were a psychopath, you know, one of those people who can’t feel anything.” Truthfully it came out a lot harsher than he intended. The fact that Tristan was a psychopath actually quite interested him. Perhaps that was the reason why he could hurt himself without feeling much pain. To say Damian wasn’t keen on trying that for himself would have been a lie.

That was when the idea hit him.

Glancing around, he noted that the most problematic nurse was gone for now, meaning he might be able to get away with something. Looking back towards the blond, he smirked at him in that devious way he had. A tell-tale smirk screaming that he had a plan.

“How about you and I go to my room for a bit?” he said, this time leaning in and much quieter.

Can't control his urges, he said. Was the first that went through his head and for a moment he was actually jealous because of that. There was nothing like that for ihm, he had never felt an urge that he couldn't help but satisfy. It just never happened. Yes there was disgust, and sometimes anger, but it always faded so fast and never really forced him to do something. If he thought about it for a few moments.. the things he was doing now was probably the most, normal and impuslive thing he had ever done. Maybe this whole home here was good for him after all. Or it was just something about the other boy, who knew ? He certainly didn't and didnt want to think about it for now, he had enough time for that when they locked him up in his room again.

Long, thin fingers were doing their usual motions of tapping over his skin again, it was one of the few gestures he couldn't repress. It probably came from being in a room alone for most of his life. He had spent a lot of time in empty rooms, more then actual outside. It was as if he was checking if he was still there, if some part of him didn't just fade away. He was not on eof those boys that broke under loneliness, that became pathetic and submissive creatures,he came out stronger then before, with just a tick or two. But insanity seemed rather common in his family, just like the dark eyes and pale skin. THe light russian accent that he liked to do too, although he was perfectly capable of talking just as normal as any born American. Which he was. Born in America that is.

Sometimes she had yelled at him for being what he was. Sometimes she wanted to put him in dresses because she tought she had a daughter and not a son. Sometimes she just wanted to kill him. Still she was not even the first person he felt disgust for. His first and only kind of emotion. It was his father, the man that left them when he saw that his wife was not only a bit strange, that the son he got was just as strange, that his wife had changed with the birth of him. Devil he had called him, son of the devil actually. And Tristan had just stared at him, like he had stared at everyone back then. For the first five years of his life he had not even talked. Just stared at everyone with his wide, almost black eyes and it had sent chills through his fathers body. When he couldn't take it anymore, he had left.

Maybe that was the reason why he was possessive, Tristan didn't like things leaving him, it was only ever bad for him and his surroundings, the few things he had , he held close. " I am not /jealous/. " He hissed, narrowing his eyes at the other, a soft smile on his face as if he wasn't trying to impersonate the devil right there. Or maybe a snake about to strike, that was exactly what he looked like. " I can't feel anything, no mourning if she died, no anger for being insulted, no heartbreak for being ignored. " He continued, crossing his legs over another, leaning closer. " I just think of you as my toy, you know ? Like my own experiment in this very boring and tiring environment. And what she is doing there is unprofessional, stupid, could make her lose her job, and well, make me lose my toy. I don't like it, I am disgusted by it, but I won't go up to her and hit her for it, I have no interest in interacting with her. "

Feeling like he had explained it good enough for now, he listened to the others idea, thinking about it for a few seconds, looking around if anyone was watching him. " We can't go at the same time. " He said right away, before even really agreeing, but he thought that he said that would be enough of a confirmation. " We have to make it look like we both are going to our own rooms and not meeting up. Guards or not, they might watch us less this way. I could go first and sneak into your room and you can meet me there after a while. " There wasn't even one second about saying no, not for one second. That was maybe one of the good things about not feeling anything, you can't be scared of anything. The feeling that rooted you to the ground, paralyzed you and stopped you from risking things. He lackedd it and in his opinion it was good this way.

The explanation offered to him was something he didn't expect, but took it into account all the same. The comment about being 'heartbroken' was the most surprising. How could a psychopath feel heartbrake just by being ignored? Surely it meant that the feminine-looking blond felt something for Damian at least, and Damian intended to exploit that. Now he wasn't trying to use Tristan, but it could have easily been viewed that way, especially since he invited him into his own room with the intention of giving into his 'urges'. Hopefully the blond knew what that meant and wasn't agreeing to something he had no clue about. Surely he couldn't be that innocent to realise what Damian was implying. Oh well, he'd agreed now and the man couldn't keep that stupid smirk off his lips upon knowing that he would be getting something tonight.

Green eyes scanned once more around the room as he listened to what Tristan had to say. It was true they couldn't go together or risk arousing suspicion, so it they would have to take it in turns. His attention then went onto the clock and thought for a moment. They only had an hour until dinner time, unless they would be serving it early, but that never happened around here. Now they had one of two options; go along with what Tristan said and do so now, making it quick with whatever they did in his room, or they wait until after dinner and one of them could sneak out. Waiting would be more riskier as patients weren't allowed to interact after dinner time and guards roamed the halls. Besides, Damian didn't want to wait that long and neither did his body.

He rolled his shoulders and groaned softly, uncrossing his legs and stretching out. The book was placed on his free side and he turned to look at Tristan, his dark green eyes locking with velvet blue ones. Yep, he definitely couldn't wait.

"Alright, alright, go now. You know what number my room is, right?" he asked, though told him the answer anyway. "It's 102. Hurry up and I'll meet you there within the next ten minutes. Don't fuck with anything in my room though." Not that he had much, patients were allowed a lot considering the problems they faced. "Shoo." he pushed him off the seat and towards the door, just wanting him to hurry up already. Damian really wasn't a patient person and the fact he knew he would be gaining something from this made him even less patient.

He watched him for a few moments, waiting until he left, then crossed his legs once more, bit his lip and picked up the book to read. Every so often he would glance to the clock and around, just waiting desperately until the point he could deem it safe to leave. This was hard.

Damian would sit with the book held up to his nose, but he didn't read it, instead he watched impatiently as people would come and go. The girl who made Sonya bleed came back along with the fat nurse who got in his way and everyone's way by the looks of it. Dumb bitch took this job way too seriously. At least Tristan had gone before she returned so she knew not of their plan and he was going to keep it that way. Currently she seemed pre-occupied talking with the personality disorder patient, Rosie, her name was, right? Not like it mattered, he just waited until she left once more. Most likely to go and deal with the new patient they were informed would be coming today. Damian once again found himself uncaring about this new patient, all he cared for was Tristan and what he would get out from what they were going to do. His mind wandered to muse over the sweet taste of blood his body contained. It was like cotton candy, just more runnier and thicker. These thoughts were turning him on more and finally he couldn't hold on any longer.

The man stood up abruptly, dumping the book on the couch he had been sitting on and his dark green eyes scanned over the patients who offered him a brief moment of attention before returning to what they had previously been doing. Only then did Damian walk over to the exit, but was stopped by nurse who was curious as to his sudden movements and where he was going.

"Where are you off to, Mr. Mason?" she asked timidly, keeping her distance. A small nurse in stature with baby blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was attractive but not what he was after.

"Back to my room, is that a problem?" he folded his arms at her, scowling. Of course she shook her head quickly and stepped back once more. It was clear she was someone who could easily be walked over. A new recruit; there was a lot of them recently. Her inexperience would not go unnoticed around here, and he could use it to his advantage. Really though, Damian was just pleased she let him leave without another word.

Slipping out and quietly down the hall, he avoided the eyes of everyone who he came into contact with and opened the door to his room, slowly sliding in through the crack and closing it up just as quietly as he had entered. Damian's attention immediately went onto the bed where Tristan was laying, propped up on his elbows and watching him with those dark blue eyes -- almost black -- which he could see himself getting lost in for hours. Not that he planned to, they would have to make this quick to avoid being caught.

Damian smirked quite deviously and strode away from the door, purpose in his step. With one swift motion he had pushed Tristan onto his back and climbed on the bed to straddle him, their eyes locking together and hands supporting himself either side of his head.

"Let's get started then, shall we~?"

//OOC: Me and Luflice won't do this here so don't worry. :3//