◘ Damon looked up sharply, his jaw tightly clenched, at the broken scream of Aza, the enraged yell of Brooke. No. This couldn't happen. If they attacked...it was all over, for all of them. There'd be no more chances. He shoved away from the wall, causing large cracks to spindle their way up the wall and to the floor, and took off down the hallway, headed for where Brooke and Aza were. When he came upon the scene, he skidded to a disbelieving halt, his eyes wide and uncomprehending, his fists tightly clenched into something like maces.
No... he thought, watching, frozen, as Aza drug burnt doctors into the dark shadows of the corner. He could see it, but he didn't believe it. If they weren't dead from the fire that had attacked them, then they were surely on their way there. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he felt anger rising again, deep within him, growing into a cacophany of vicious sound inside his mind, hissing and snarling like millions of demonic beasts writhing in the recesses of his brain. He let out a strangled growl and hunched over, pressing his palms to his ears, panting, trying to get the sound away. Trying to get the urge to kill something with his bare hands out of his system.
Without thinking, he opened his eyes and spun, letting out a fierce shout as he did so, slamming both of his forearms and fists into the wall behind him. Within seconds, cracks had filtered up and throughout the entire frame of the wall. In the next second, then entire structure folded in on itself and collapse, sending gravel and large chunks of cement wall flying to the other side of the hallway. Once that wall was gone, it was visible that the wall behind it had large, jagged cracks in the shape of his arm and fist. There were no marks or breaks in his skin...nothing at all to show that he'd just ripped down an entire concrete wall.
He let out another strangled sound, this one small and broken, and sank to his knees, his entire figure trembling with a barely-supressed frenzy of barbaric strength; a strength that wanted to be let out, to be let loose on all living things that dwelled within this place. He wanted, at that moment, to kill everything; but he knew he couldn't. Some part of his brain insisted that he didn't want to kill them all; there were some that he cared for, some that he wanted to save. That was the only thing keeping him from standing again, from marching a few feet forward to the crates, to certain death of the girl sitting there. He breathed heavily, on his hands and knees, his eyes tightly closed.◘
No... he thought, watching, frozen, as Aza drug burnt doctors into the dark shadows of the corner. He could see it, but he didn't believe it. If they weren't dead from the fire that had attacked them, then they were surely on their way there. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he felt anger rising again, deep within him, growing into a cacophany of vicious sound inside his mind, hissing and snarling like millions of demonic beasts writhing in the recesses of his brain. He let out a strangled growl and hunched over, pressing his palms to his ears, panting, trying to get the sound away. Trying to get the urge to kill something with his bare hands out of his system.
Without thinking, he opened his eyes and spun, letting out a fierce shout as he did so, slamming both of his forearms and fists into the wall behind him. Within seconds, cracks had filtered up and throughout the entire frame of the wall. In the next second, then entire structure folded in on itself and collapse, sending gravel and large chunks of cement wall flying to the other side of the hallway. Once that wall was gone, it was visible that the wall behind it had large, jagged cracks in the shape of his arm and fist. There were no marks or breaks in his skin...nothing at all to show that he'd just ripped down an entire concrete wall.
He let out another strangled sound, this one small and broken, and sank to his knees, his entire figure trembling with a barely-supressed frenzy of barbaric strength; a strength that wanted to be let out, to be let loose on all living things that dwelled within this place. He wanted, at that moment, to kill everything; but he knew he couldn't. Some part of his brain insisted that he didn't want to kill them all; there were some that he cared for, some that he wanted to save. That was the only thing keeping him from standing again, from marching a few feet forward to the crates, to certain death of the girl sitting there. He breathed heavily, on his hands and knees, his eyes tightly closed.◘
♦Raquel smiled brokenly, then slowly sat up, still shaking, but now a bit more steady, more in control. She blinked at his word, not having the slightest idea what language it was, but getting the gist of what it meant. She smiled again, then lifted her arms and wrapped them around the boy's shoulders, tucking her head on top of his. No child should even be in this place. None at all. And yet here was this boy, a harmless child who'd never done a wrong to a soul in his life, and he was being tortured. The thought brought a slight tear to the girl's eye, but she blinked it away, determined to not show her weakness to this boy, to not let herself go as she so-badly wanted to.
"It'll be alright," she murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, almost inaudible in the dimming noise of the room. "They won't hurt you anymore, I promise." She sighed, but kept her arms around him, not daring in the slightest to relinquish her hug from the boy.♦
"It'll be alright," she murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, almost inaudible in the dimming noise of the room. "They won't hurt you anymore, I promise." She sighed, but kept her arms around him, not daring in the slightest to relinquish her hug from the boy.♦
Mental breakdowns shall be a regular for Damon. o.O xD 
Anybody have a free charrie who isn't really doin' anything?