

"Damien" Part 2An unkempt man sat on a bed, stroking a glock with a chilling grin on his face. The TV was droning on in the background, talking of a priest who had recently been murdered in his home. Police were not releasing any details, but the media thought it necessary to mention that they did know the cause of death was "odd." The man chuckled to himself and walked over to the TV to shut it off. He slid into a leather jacket, glanced around, and slid his gun under his jacket."Damien" Part 2
As he sauntered down the darkened streets he watched each person as they strode by. His perception of them was great and every so often his hand started to move towar


"Damien" Part 1She felt his warm hand slowly wrap around her neck and out escaped a purr of contentment. "you like that, do you?" he murmured in her ear. She caught the distinct scent of beer on his breath."Damien" Part 1
Rather than answer she went limp as he tightened his grip. Her naked body fell into his arms. He loosened his grip but the hand prints did not go away. It was as if he had dipped his hands in paint before touching her.
He pushed the limp body away from him and stood up, stretching his arms to the ceiling. "Another fucking whore off the street," he said to himself, pulling his pants up and looking at the lifeless body on the bed
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You should upload the rest of the story (I did like it, by the way).
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