The Devils Child-No More Mr. Nice Guy
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The Devils Child-No More Mr. Nice Guy
Part Five

Edited By: Ashley and Josh! (Thanks!)


Damian's heart raced, mostly from anger, as he placed Judy's limp body onto the ground.
He glanced around for Judy's rifle but couldn't see any sign of it.
"Where is that damn thing?" Damian growled quietly.

Damian carefully crawled over broken glass and peered through the broken window, he looked in and in the middle of the kitchen floor he saw Judy's beloved rifle resting untouched.
Damian moved cautiously as leaned in through the broken window and moved one leg over the ledge as quietly as possible trying not to bring any attention to himself.

Damian straddled the window ledge as he carefully moved his left leg over the ledge, he tried to move to discreetly but before he knew it he found his right foot slipping on the broken glass. He started to reach to try and regain his balance, but it was to late. Damian's body went slamming onto the kitchen floor.
He landed on his side so hard it took his breath away.

"Ouch." Damian moaned.
His attention then shifted from his painful fall to the sound of a woman's voice.

Damian froze as he listened to the woman's voice muttering away.

"STUPID! STUPID! Never should have aimed that gun at me'¦" She muttered, her voice trailing off.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye the rifle laying on the ground a few feet away from him.
Damian's eyes remained focused in the direction the woman's voice came from.

His heart raced with anticipation as his fingertips touched the metal barrel. He then wrapped his hand around the barrel and began to pull the riffle towards him when an intense pain shot through his hand and up his arm.

Damian cried out in pain.

He turned his head and saw the brown haired woman hovering over him with a sledgehammer in her hands and an evil grin plastered to her face.

Damian realized she had used his hand as a target for the sledgehammer.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" Damian cried out angrily.

"Oh, STUPID? I am STUPID?" The woman wailed as she lifted the sledgehammer above her head to strike him once more.

Damian's eyes widened when he realized she was aiming for his head.
Just as the sledgehammer was a few inches from his head he rolled out of the way and jumped to his feet.

"You're nuts!"
He cried out as he held his throbbing hand and searched for an object to defend himself with.

The woman made a shrieking battle cry as she lunged towards Damian with the sledgehammer.

She missed Damian by inches and instead hit an antique vase that was behind Damian.

"Listen you stupid piece of crap, all I was doing was helping you!" Damian howled as he dodged the swinging sledgehammer.

The woman's eyes burned into Damian's skin and it seemed with every missed swing she became even more enraged, more determined to strike him.

Damian ran through a doorway he thought would lead to another room, instead he found himself in a pantry.
Damian looked around for an escape but it did no good, he was trapped!
He could hear the woman let out a sinister chortle from behind him.

"Oh! Looks like Mr. Nice guy's trapped!" She chuckled. "Perfect." She purred as she inched closer to him.

"Whoa! Lady, calm down! I just want to help you! That's all, you don't have to hurt me!" Damian pleaded, in attempt to calm her down.

The woman paused a few steps in front of Damian. Her head tilted as if she were considering what he had said. Her eyes grew soft.
"Are you scared?" The woman asked.

Damian looked into her big brown eyes.
"Well...Duh!" Damian sputtered.

The woman took another step towards Damian, but she kept the sledgehammer at her side.
Her free hand then lifted up and reached for Damian's face.
Damian's body grew tense at her action.

Her hand gently slid over his cheek, her finger trailed up to his forehead and she gently brushed away the beads of sweat on his face. Her hand moved down and placed it on his rapidly beating heart.

"You are frightened." The woman said softly.
Damian started to feel relief in the woman's sudden change in temperament.

"Don't you know the saying? Nice guys finish last?" The girl asked innocently.

"What?" Damian said with a low voice as hope for a peaceful ending left his body.

Just seconds later the woman swung the sledgehammer back.
Damian's eye grew wide with fear; he knew something had to be done.

"NO!" Damian screamed out as his body flew into the woman's body. The two adults went flying back into the pantry wall. The woman made a small shrieking sound at Damian's forceful actions.
The sledgehammer made a loud cracking noise as it landed on the wooden floor.

Something came over Damian as he slapped the woman across the face. He had expected her to plead for him to stop, instead she only seemed to enjoy the pain. She had a relaxed expression on her face with a smile.

"You're fucking insane you bitch!" Damian cried out in frustration.
The next thing Damian knew he felt the woman's knee fly into his groin. Damian's body screamed from the pain and he couldn't move a muscle as he sank to his knees.

"Yes, I am fucking insane!" The woman said as she wiped away a small drip of blood from her lip.
Her arm flew back and made a cracking sound as her fist plowed into Damian's nose.

Damian's body flopped back onto the wooden floor. He let out a cry of pain as his body made harsh contact with the ground.

"Bitch?" The woman asked with an exaggerated perplexed look, before slamming her foot into Damian's ribs.

"Yeah. I guess I am!" The woman shrieked with laughter as she kicked Damian once more.

Circling around Damian like a hawk, she let out a sigh of accomplishment as Damian gasped painfully for air.

He couldn't do anything but moan out in pain, every inch of his body cried out for relief.
Turning his head he noticed the woman walk over the sledgehammer and pick it up once more.

Damian clenched his eyes shut, would a sledgehammer slamming down onto his skull be the last moments of his life?

The woman started to laugh to herself.

"You find this amusing'¦don't you?" Damian gasped.

"Yes. Yes, I do actually!" The girl smirked. "Well, I guess it is true. Nice guys DO finish last!" She laughed.
Damian found his rage growing within him as he looked at the woman mocking him. He felt himself losing control as the woman's laughter grew louder with each passing moment.

The woman's laughter stopped abruptly.
"Well Mr. Nice guy. I am tired of playing games. It's time to get to business."
Once again she threatened Damian's life by raising the heavy sledgehammer and aiming it for his skull.

Something had changed within him.
He was no longer frightened of this woman. He was now angry that his kindness was being mistaken for weakness.

Just as the woman sent the sledgehammer swinging down towards Damian's head he yelled in anger, "NO!" He grabbed a large skillet from beside him and blocked the sledgehammer from crushing his skull.

This defensive move caused the woman to go stumbling back a couple of feet back out into the open.

The woman dropped the sledgehammer and reached for a large butchers knife, but as she turned back towards Damian he greeted her with a hit from the skillet.

The woman went falling onto the ground, but not before grabbing Damian's leg and biting it.
"AH!" Damian angrily cried out in pain.
He kicked the woman in the face and she went flying back into the old stove.

The woman had the wind knocked out of her, she winced in pain as she tried to stand, but couldn't.
Damian stood in front of her and laughed mockingly at her.

The woman made a scoffing sound as she without warning went lunging towards Damian with the butcher's knife.
Damian dodged to the side as if he had expected her to do so.

The woman went flying into the fridge knocking magnets and other objects off the front of it.
The woman snarled in frustration.
She then looked at the fridge and let an evil smirk grow on her face.

Damian gave a puzzled look at her expression.
She then yanked the refrigerator door open and began lunging chunks of dairy products, meat, fruits and other miscellaneous objects at him.

This didn't really affect Damian; he just used the skillet like a bat to defend himself.

When the woman paused for a moment Damian took advantage and hurled the skillet at her.
It made a deep and loud clunking noise as it hit the side of her face. She stood in front of the open fridge for a moment staring at Damian with an angry look. Her mouth opened, "Damnit." The woman muttered as she stumbled backwards and passed out in the open fridge.

"HA! It sucks doesn't it?" Damian called out to the unconscious woman.
He then walked up to her and noticed a small trickle of blood running from her for head and nose. He checked her pulse if she were still alive, she was.

"See, not EVERY nice guy finishes last." Damian said out of breath.

Damian then grabbed the large butchers knife from her hand and stood up. He glanced at the knife and felt his head for bleeding. He took a moment.

"Judy would still be alive if it wasn't for her and she wants to kill me! And she smashed my hand!" He then lifted his hand up and wiggled his fingers. "You're lucky my hand isn't broken! You stupid'¦"

The woman then made a twitching motion and Damian jumped back with the knife ready to go.
The woman didn't make another move.

He threw the knife across the room and grabbed Judy's riffle. He readied the riffle and aimed it towards the woman's head.
"No more Mr. Nice guy!" Damian muttered.

Damian's finger grew heavier in the trigger, but just as he was ready to pull the trigger an immense pain and loud ringing shot through his head. Damian went crashing to the ground.
He couldn't hear anything; everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he lay there.

Just then he saw the large skillet go crashing onto the ground. Followed by a dark figure standing above him. His eyes grew wide as he tried to cry out but no sound escaped his lips.
Everything went black.


To Be Continued!

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