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“Wow all bark and no bite.”
“Unlike Brian.”
“Yeah..”
“Pretty hot actually.”
“It is quite attractive.”
AGGHHH THOSE IDIOTS
well no matter, Damien would prove to those fools that he was in fact bite too, and he would fight Brian in order to do so. He always likes a good fight anyway. It didn’t matter that he had barely even talked to Brian before this and knew nothing about him, doesn’t change the fact that Damien is gonna beat this noob’s ass.
(This may seem short texted but now it’s actually gonna get detailed)
Prom night:
Damien pounced onto Brian the moment he entered the party. and everyone’s attention was on them.
Damien moved with a feral intensity and swung wildly with no real strategy in mind. All the anger and excitement that was pent up while waiting for this was finally being unleashed, and he revelled in every punch he threw and every fist that was hit back at him.
Brian, to Damien’s surprise, kept up to him very easily. Case in point when Brian body slammed him into the ground. Ouch, that hurt, but Damien couldn’t let that distract him, only a pussy would be bothered by that (and he may deny it all he wants but he did find it kinda hot.)
“WOO!! Kick his ass Brian!” Amira shouted out from somewhere in the crowd, loud cheers from both sides blended into the background along with everything else as the force of a particularly hard punch caused Damien to stumble and nearly fall before catching himself.
No matter, he recovered quickly enough and used his favourite technique, fire. Heat prickled on his fingertips that rapidly grew into a searing flame which he directed at Brian. The crowd didn’t seem surprised that a fight which involved the arsonist demon included fire.
Brian however didn’t seem to falter at this flame which understandably shocked Damien. Turns out because a zombie is technically dead, fire cannot kill a zombie… nor harm one in general.
The undead in question used this to kick Damien in the gut which stunned him due to the surprise upon surprise.
With his focus momentarily disrupted, he missed Brian ripping off some random student’s arm before tearing the bone out of it and using that to stab into Damien’s abdomen. A loud groan was torn from him. Blood quickly flowed out and Damien felt that bone get dragged away to the side causing the wound to be ripped even more open and wider. This move got quite a few gasps from the spectators
Only then did staff seem to think it was necessary to butt in. Of course right as Damien was gonna make the ultimate comeback and pummel Brian to the ground!
The two were instructed to clean up in the bathroom after the teachers made a large effort to wrangle them away from each other. More like they wrangled Damien away. Brian didn’t really care about the fight to begin with, so he had nothing against ending it. It was a waste of the zombie’s time anyway.
Now standing in the bathroom alone, Brian is sewing back on two fingers he lost during the fight. And the demon who the idea of the fight belonged to in the first place was currently attempting to muffle groans while trying to fish out bone shards from the wound that is dripping fresh blood.
Brian sends the occasional stare with something unreadable behind his eyes. Damien picks up on this.
“The fuck are you looking at!? The only reason i didn’t beat your ass was because coach interrupted!” His tail whipped around in quick agitated motions and his tone was as defensive as his posture. The hand that wasn’t currently trying to remove the aftermath of the fight was curled up and ready to attack.
Brian said nothing, but then began approaching the fiery troublemaker.
Damien quickly put up a fight, raising a fist and swinging at the approaching zombie. Brian had none of it and caught the knuckles that was swung his way, twisting and manoeuvring it to be out of way so he could actually get closer. (Okay. Damien didn’t know that this noob studied some kind of secret martial arts, that’s the only way he would be able to get so much as close to Damien’s own prowess in combat.)
Anyway his thoughts couldn’t continue for long when he felt slightly bigger fingers dig into his wounds. “Fuck!” He instinctively clutched on the shoulders of the others.
“Quiet down, it will soon be over. It’s the least i could do after stabbing you with someone’s skeleton.” Wow Brian was terrible at comforting. Not that Damien needed comforting. It was simply unexpected, he could handle a casual stab wound and stuff, no biggie.
Though the more Brian dug those calloused fingers inside the deep and open cut in his abdomen, the more he writhed around. Damien began panting lightly and rested his head on the shoulder near him, having given up on resisting (acting like he was trying to in the first place.)
Thankfully and by EVERYTHING, Thankfully, Brian did not seem to notice The prince’s little issue. He couldn’t have a fool like that see him as weak.
This shit was embarrassing for him. Like first he gets his ass beaten, (which he will never admit.) and now he was getting helped by the same dude, he could remove those by himself, he was simply too focused on looking cool and awesome to do anything like that himself.
Doesn’t stop his hand from shakily grasping onto Brian’s jacket when those fingers twist deeper into his flesh, fuck is this shit? His body was being supported by the wall and a ridiculously chill zombie and his pride couldn’t be hurt any more than it already was.
Blinking a bit more harshly to get back his focus, he spots a familiar spectral girl with an addiction so bad most doctors would run away instead of trying to help her get over it.
“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me…” is all he can mutter under his breath while Polly’s face goes from shock to a huge smirk. The bitch is wearing that smug expression like she knows something he doesn’t, it’s always annoying when she pulls that shit.
Brian turns around in response to Damien making noise and he spots Polly, to which he offers a halfhearted wave and then a groan is forced out of the demon when Brian pulls out the last fragment of bone from the wound, placing it on the edge of the sink where the rest of the fragments are in a bloody puddle.
“Ooo didn’t mean to interrupt what you two had going on here~” She does an elaborate wink at Damien who flushes out of anger, definitely anger. What did she mean by that?
“I was helping clear out small broken off bits after stabbing him with the bone.” Damien hates Brian’s guts officially… but at least hr explained it to Polly because Damien was too frozen in shock to do anything, which is ironic considering his stomach is a literal furnace so he shouldn’t really be able to freeze.
Polly only does a suspiciously jolly nod and then drags Brian out to somewhere while rambling about the tiny kingdom having made an alliance with some animals who proceeded to attack Miranda? Damien couldn’t be bothered to try and figure it out…
Whatever. He shakes his head and walks outside, now that the bone shards are out, the wound should heal nicely enough. Though Damien is definitely looking forward to the dope ass scar he is gonna get from it.
He sets one or two buildings on fire before deciding he is tired and heading home. Luckily his dads aren’t there when he gets home so he won’t have to deal with their questions about why there is a gaping cut on his abdomen.
He bounces on his bed and goes out like a light. Speaking about light, he should try to light his motorcycle on fire and then dye the fire some random color. Fuck yeah he has gotta do that tomorrow. Also why does he suddenly think some zombies he has seen in films look hot? What’s that about?