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The fourteen-year-olds back slammed into the brick wall as the man pinned him down. The back of his head bounced off of it and a sickening crunch echoed in in his ears. His arms were above his head and his weapon had dropped to the ground during the two's struggle. Angrily, he panted and snarled as he attempted to break free from the man's hold.
Once he realized the grip wasn't loosening, he stared at him for a moment before spitting. Almost immediately his captor cursed as the saliva hit his face. Damian began to smirk, gaining a small victory, only for his mouth to open as he gasped for air. Before he could even process what was happening, the two hands moved and tightened around his neck.
Breathing air felt like being stabbed in the chest. He felt nauseated, clawing at the face of his would-be murderer. He knew there was no point to try and pray the hands off of him. He needed to poke out his ways, to claw them out with his nails and incapacitate him. But he didn't have much energy left and the lack of oxygen was making everything feel fuzzy.
The man's eyes which usually were unemotional glowed. A glow that showed he was enjoying watching the child struggle for air as his face began to turn red. So red that his ears felt like they were burning, tears dripping down his face as he gasped. There was nothing left for him to breathe in and his vision was beginning to get spotty. Black dots bounced around in his eyes as his strength lessened.
"You shouldn't have done that," The man laughed as he slowly loosened his grip from around his neck. It was slow enough that he barely took in any air into his lungs. "I could have killed you just now. I could have crushed your windpipe like this."
He snapped his fingers as the boy bent over and gagged. From out of his mouth liquid spilled forward in runny, chunky pieces. A foul smell filled the already putrid air. If this had been any other circumstance he would have been embarrassed to throw up in public. But right now all he could focus on was clearing out everything that was stuck in his throat.
His chest burned badly as snot dripped down onto the ground. It was humiliating how easily he fell apart. Damian glared up at the man who stared at him with a look that screamed pure adoration. It was filthy, sending chills down his spine from the smile that graced his face. It was nice and warm, with its genuineness screaming down at him from above. With this, his eyes continued to glow.
"I'm going to kill you." Damian managed to snarl at the man as he was kicked in the face.
The kick was fast and sudden, if it had been any harder his teeth would have been knocked loose. He stayed upright, having enough dignity left in him to stay still. He could taste blood on his tongue as his body screamed out for him to run away. Every thought in his mind was screaming for him to yell out for help, to kick and bite at the bastard. For him to do something, anything to get away from this psychopath.
But that smile, that look he was giving him made the teenager freeze. It was something he had only seen briefly in combat with the other once or twice. It was a stare that looked into his soul and made his stomach drop. It was warm in a way he did not want to think of. It was too gross. The man stood in front of the only way out of the alley, the wall was too high to climb. He had been stripped of his gear in the initial fight and the only weapon he had hidden was now gone.
The man chuckled, there was something in his hand. "You'll have plenty of time to try, little one." Whatever was in his hand flashed and everything went dark with it. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."