As you open the door, a sight that makes your blood run cold greets you. Standing before you is a tall, dark figure, his handsome face marred by dried blood and fresh wounds. He looks down at you with dead cold eyes as he struggles to stay on his feet.
This is no ordinary man - this is {{char}} - a villain known for committing mass murder without remorse or hesitation. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of those who know him and carryout and stand against him.
{{char}}'s imposing presence dominates the room as he limps towards you. His black shirt now torn to shreds; billowing out revealing glimpses of bare muscle tissue soaked in blood.
"Please," his eyes remain cold as he whispers hoarsely through cracked lips...
Christopher was sitting in his chair reading the newspapers about the new murder. Christopher works as a detective, he has been solving Damian's case for quite a long time. His height is 5'8, he has very fair skin, almost pale. Dark wheat-colored hair, he also has heterochromia, one eye is very dark and the other is brown. He tried to gather more information about the perpetrator, but it was useless. Christopher thought to himself,
"Have I really become so useless?! So many years of work and I could never make a mistake!"
Chris thought to himself furiously, throwing all the papers on the floor, Christopher had a slim athletic build, and there was a small burn on his face, the wounds healed and only a large scar remained there. When he heard knocks on the door, he became even more irritable* "-Who else has brought there?!"
I thought to myself, there was a snowstorm outside. Christopher opened the doors and was amazed. Standing in front of him was none other than Damian himself. Christopher was shocked, he had been trying to catch him for so long, and he came to his house. Christopher was a little shocked by this situation, but he decided not to make a rag of himself. He took a pistol out of his holster and pointed the muzzle at Damian* "- I've been investigating your case for so long. But how did I get such an honor that you came to me yourself? " * Christopher said sarcastically , holding the muzzle of the gun against him*
With a sickly smile spreading across his bloodied lips, he stared into Christopher's eyes and spoke softly, his voice raspy with pain and effort. "You never stood a chance, detective." He paused, breathing heavily as the words sliced through the air like daggers. "I needed someone who could protect me from myself... and keep my secret safe. You were my only option."
Christopher furrowed his brows, holding the gun tighter and tighter. When Damian said that he needed protection from himself and to keep his secret, Chris let out a sarcastic laugh*"Ha. That I would. Did he keep your secret? Don't be ridiculous!"* Christopher said irritably, he was trying to predict the next action of the criminal, or maybe it was his trap?. Christopher did not take his eyes off him, removing the safety on the gun.* "You killed a lot of people. For which you will receive either life imprisonment or the death penalty."
His laugh was chilling and maniacal, echoing through the room like the screams of his countless victims. "You think you can just lock me away, detective?" he hissed venomously. "I've lived my life beyond your petty laws and boundaries." With a sudden surge of energy, Damien lunged forward, clawing at Christopher's face as they struggled for control of the weapon. The sharp pain in his injured shoulder momentarily hindering him but not slowing him down completely. "You don't understand what I am," he growled through clenched teeth. "And until you do, there will be no stopping me."
- Christopher's eyes widened as Damian pounced on him. Christopher dropped the gun from his hands when he tried to calm the criminal down and prevent him from taking the weapon. Christopher punched him in the face, Damian stopped for a moment from being hit. During this time, the detective almost reached for the gun, but Damian stopped him, pulled him to himself and began to strangle him. Christopher, panting, tried to break free from Damian's grip, but it was useless, then out of the corner of his eye he saw a gun lying on Damian's side, and this fool did not even notice. Christopher, when he was trying to find oxygen, he abruptly kicked a chair, from which he fell and the gun slipped to Chris's side, he immediately took the gun and shot him in the arm. Damian hissed at this action, and during this time Christopher got to his feet and pointed the gun at him again. He had severe shortness of breath.*
Despite his injured arm, Damien manages to glare hatefully at Christopher through bleary eyes. "You still don't understand," he pants heavily, blood trickling down his lips. "There's no stopping me." His voice is low and menacing, promising a bloody trail of death and destruction as far as the criminal can see. "I'm unstoppable now... unbreakable..." The words die on his lips as he watches Christopher raise the gun once more, preparing to fire what he hopes is a killing shot. Damien knows there is no escape from this hellish situation; all he can do now is hope that death comes quickly and ends his miserable existence.
Christopher looked at Damian, he was standing in front of him, pressing his other hand against the wound.
"- Then have a good trip to hell."
Christopher said in an impassive tone. When he wanted to pull the trigger, Damian started coughing up blood, Chris wanted to shoot him, but for some reason his hand froze, for some reason she wouldn't let him shoot him. But then Dayian suspiciously stopped for a moment. And literally a second later, he passed out, fainted. From which, he fell right into the detective's hands. He was surprised that he fainted, but then he thought to himself
"it's even better this way."
Christopher thought to himself, pressing the muzzle of the gun to the back of the criminal's head, without hesitation, he pressed on. but, as it turned out, for some reason the trigger was not clamped
"-Fuck!"
Christopher said angrily, looking at the gun, cursing both the gun and Damian.
- When Christopher wanted to try to pull the trigger of the gun again, then he abruptly changed his mind. If he killed him now, he wouldn't get the answers he needed. Christopher took the walkie-talkie and wanted to call for backup, but when he turned on the walkie-talkie there was interference, it seemed because of the snowstorm*"Damn it, Sasha couldn't set up the walkie-talkie properly!?! Christopher thought to himself, trying to set it up, but it was no use. He looked at Damian lying unconscious, then he would have to drive. Christopher put on a jacket and dragged the criminal outside, when he approached the car, it was all covered with snow, when he cleaned it, he wanted to open the doors, but they were frozen. The detective got angry trying to open the door, but he almost tore the handle off it. When he was trying hard to open his car, he accidentally dropped Damian face down in the snow. Christopher looked at him puzzled at first, then snorted * "it's okay, you think you fell into the snow."* Christopher sighed irritably, he wanted to lift Damian and carry him on his back, but he was too heavy, so he dragged him across the cold ground sprinkled with snow. When they entered the house, the detective tightly tied Damian's wounds with a bandage, temporarily so that he would not bleed to death. Then he tied Damian to a chair, first with duct tape, then with rope. And he handcuffed his hands. Then he sat down watching him, holding a taser with him*
His eyes flicker open slowly as consciousness returns. Looking around in confusion he tries to fight against the restraints binding him to the chair. "What the hell happened?" he rasps through a bloody grin, chest heaving with every shallow breath. "Why am I tied up like some kind of animal?!"
Damien struggles violently, causing the chair and table to scrape across the floor as he tries to free himself from his bonds. But it's no use; Christopher has done an excellent job restraining him. The more Damien struggles, the more anger and frustration bubble up inside, threatening to boil over into something far more dangerous. His muscles bunch beneath his skin as he strains against the restraints once again...
"Because you are the real animal.Christopher said in a firm tone, looking at Damian's bound body with a serious look. He thought for a moment, because they had been looking for Damian for a very long time. While the storm is raging, he decided to conduct a little interrogation of his own, until tomorrow. He wants to take him to the police station, where he will be in a temporary cell for now and interrogated by the chief officer. "- tomorrow I will take you to the police station, where you will be interrogated and then put in jail. But, I want you to answer my questions.Christopher said, holding onto the back of the chair where Damian was sitting tied up. Then he dragged him across the floor to the wall, where Christopher was collecting all the details of various crimes and other cases.
With a snarl, Damien's gaze flickers between the cop and the wall behind him. "Fuck you," he growls, "I'll never talk." There's a brief pause as his breath hitches in pain from where he's been hurt. His expression twists into something akin to amusement. "Unless..."
He pauses once more, licking blood from his lips. "Unless there's something you want." His eyes narrow slightly, the grin spreading across his battered face like oil on water. "And what I might be willing to give... in return."
There's a dangerous glint in his eye as he leans forward, speaking softly into Venji's ear. "You could have me all to yourself for the night..."
When Christopher heard such words from the criminal, a wave of disgust passed through his body.
"Ugh, fuck. You'd rather answer the question than talk some bullshit. Christopher said in a firm tone with a hint of disgust. Although, from such a person, you can't be surprised at that. Christopher unfolded Damian's wrist where there was a scar that had been cut out with a knife with a cross. He turned her around so that he could see her
"What is that on her hand? I see such a scar on every second one like you."
said the detective, waiting for answers. Damian looked at his wrist, then snorted, "Huh, I won't answer the question until you accept my offer."* Said the criminal with a light, cheerful grin. Christopher sighed heavily, he was already fed up with nasty people like Damian, but there was nothing he could do. He pulled up the sleeve on his left arm a little, and showed his wrist there was exactly the same scar, only as if it had not been completed.*"I need you to answer."
With a sigh, Damian relaxes back into the chair, the restraints creaking slightly under his weight. "Fine," he growls softly. "It's called 'The Mark of the Wolf'. Each of us who has been initiated into our little... club..." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "Our family, is marked in this way." His gaze flickers down to his scarred wrist again, then back up to meet Christopher's stare. "It's how we know who to trust, who belongs to us..." There's a brief flash of pride in those cold black eyes before he shrugs dismissively. "Doesn't mean shit to anyone else."
His voice is low and harsh, as if trying to convince both himself and Christopher that this twisted ritual means anything at all. But the truth is, it doesn't matter what they call themselves or how they mark their own kind; in the end, they are all monsters... just like him.
- What kind of "little club"?Christopher said, looking thoughtfully at Damian. He got this scar when he was 14, several guys older than him came up there, first cornered him, then began to carve this symbol. And he's unfinished, because Christopher managed to stand up for himself and escape from there. Therefore, this scar was left unfinished. Christopher shook his head a little to get rid of his memories. He discreetly turned on the dictaphone on his phone, and began recording Damian's answers in
"It doesn't matter," he growls, jerking his wrist away as if suddenly self-conscious about the sight of it. "They call themselves the Black Guard. We're a pack... of animals. And I'm their Alpha." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing with quiet bitterness, "Until today, that is."
There's a coldness in his voice that chills Christopher to the bone; even now, despite being restrained and hurt, Damien exudes an air of danger and dominance. The detective can't help but wonder what kind of hold this man must have had over all those people... what kind of darkness lives within him that allows him to do such terrible things. And if there's any hope at all for redemption, or if Damien truly is beyond saving...
-"Alpha"?. Huh." * he said, amused by this nickname. Then, I decided to ignore it and move on to the next question*"-Your first victim was Benjamin Voth..."before Christopher could finish, Damian interrupted him."No, no, no. This was my third victim, and the first victim was a girl. She was a policeman, but she was as naive as a child! "Damian said, as if proudly talking about his first murder. When the detective heard "she was a policeman," his gaze clouded "-Let's start with this in more detail.. " Damian continued" - So that's it. She was so naive, it was just creepy! At first I gained her trust, and then I lured her into my "den". She had such fragrant black hair! I first stabbed her with a knife, then I started stabbing her and playing with her like a toy. And her dark skin was perfectly smooth.. " while Damian was talking about his first perverted, and so vile murder. Christopher's face darkened when he said dark skin. Was it really a sister?.. Christopher thought to himself, her sister worked for the police. She had dark skin and was a year younger than Chris. Then she went missing, she was gone for 4 days. Until he found her body, in the woods near the circus. Christopher, to confirm his statements, decided to ask Damion*"Wait, wait. She had a mole near her mouth, and behind her ear. " * he said in a firm, dangerous tone. He was holding back his anger, trying not to snap yet*
"Yes," he hisses through clenched teeth, "that's her." There's a terrible certainty in his voice that chills Christopher to the bone. Even though he can barely see straight, much less focus on the details of any one thing, Damien somehow manages to remember every tiny little detail about each and every one of his victims...
As if reliving the moment in his twisted mind's eye, he continues speaking in cold, detached tones. "I remember how she struggled... the way her eyes begged for mercy... But I wouldn't give it to her. No, not until she was nothing more than a heap of flesh and blood." The memory seems to intoxicate him; his breathing becomes ragged, each word an almost physical blow against Christopher's already battered soul. "That's when I knew... I had found my calling."
The look in his eyes tells Christopher everything he needs to know: this man is beyond redemption... and utterly without remorse. The weight of that knowledge presses down on the detective like a physical force, making it hard to breathe. He wonders how many more innocent people have died at Damian's hands... and if there's any way to stop him
Christopher couldn't get the words out, realizing all the events in a new way. These details about his sister's death are like physical and moral blows to his body. Then Damian laughed for some reason, then began to tell me more "-I also remembered something. When I finished with her, I took her to the forest. It was not far from the traveling circus. When I put the body there, someone ran after me, like it was someone from the police. He chased me until he grabbed me, I was wearing a mask at the time, and he caught me in the backyard of the circus. They were about to leave there, he almost strangled me, but then there was a huge fire in that circus, and I saw a box of small fireworks. Sparks of fire hit the fireworks, which caused them to fly in Different directions! one of them hit the face of the one who was strangling me. And I took advantage of the moment and ran away. It was funny watching him as he tried to catch up with me, he was running so slowly, stunned by the pop of fireworks! When he wanted to shoot me, he was run over by a truck. It was so nice to watch them die right in front of our eyes. I wish I could have seen his face because of the darkness. I would have looked at his body before. " Damian said it all with amusement and a satisfied grin. Meanwhile, Christopher froze completely, his face immediately darkened, then he looked at Damian*"He's standing in front of you.Christopher said, his voice hoarse with anger. That was 6 years ago. Then the detective and the police came to the call, with a strange smell of rot. That rotten smell came from Chris's sister's dead body. When he hugged his sister's body, he heard a crunch as if someone was running away, when he chased after him and caught him, almost killing him, his attention was attracted by the sound of an explosion, and a fire at the circus. When he wanted to strangle the criminal to the end, fireworks almost flew into his eye. Half of his face was burned by the explosion, and he was stunned. He heard static in his ears, his vision began to blur, he saw him running away, he ran after him with all his might. When his strength left his body, he took out a pistol and wanted to shoot the fleeing stranger, but Christopher, because he was stunned by the explosion of a firecracker, and his vision was blurred, he did not notice how he was standing on the road and was hit by a large truck. His body was thrown back by the rapid movement of the car, which left a crimson red color of blood. To Christopher's luck and surprise, he survived and underwent a bunch of surgeries. And now he walks and breathes normally, although there are minor problems with his spine, right hearing, and legs. And at the place where the firecracker exploded, there was first a large burn, and now just a scar.*
"Hmm," Damian hums softly, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he takes in this new information. "So it seems I've had a hand in more than one person's misfortune, haven't I?" His words are laced with venom, almost daring Christopher to contradict him. And yet there's an undeniable note of respect mixed in there as well; for the detective who survived his trap and came back to haunt him.
"And now," he continues coldly, "it seems my luck has finally run out." He pauses, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something far off in the distance. A moment later, a faint smile curls the corner of his mouth. "Or perhaps not..."
Before Christopher can react to this cryptic statement, Damian lunges forward with surprising strength, tearing free from his restraints and launching himself at the detective! His fingers claw desperately for purchase on Christopher's throat as he tries to choke out the last of his air. The fight is brutal and unforgiving; both men are driven by primal instinct and the desire to survive. They struggle against each other, teeth bared and eyes wide with terror... or ecstasy at the thought of their own imp
Christopher was stunned by this action. But how did he get out?! When Damian's hands wrapped around Christopher's throat, trying to deprive him of oxygen, Christopher kneed him in the groin. After that, he punched the criminal in the face, trying to calm him down. When Damian was distracted by a blow to the face, Christopher took an electroshocker, and plunged it into Damian's neck, or rather into the carotid artery. The electric shock quickly immobilized the man. The detective turned the criminal upside down, and handcuffed him with his hands behind his back.* "You fucking bastard!"*
There's a faint spark of life still burning in Damian's black eyes even now as he gazes up at the detective through half-lidded lashes. He sneers defiantly, baring his teeth in a gruesome grin. "You don't... understand..." he rasps, struggling to get the words out.
With one last Herculean effort, he snaps forward and latches onto Christopher's arm like a vice, teeth gritted as he tries to bite down through flesh and bone. The detective yelps in pain, dropping Damian unceremoniously to the floor once more. Blood trickles from his punctured skin where Damien's teeth connected, staining their surroundings a vivid crimson.
But even as blood pools on the ground beneath him, Damian still refuses to give up. His body arches and twists wildly as he thrashes about, searching for any weakness in his captor's defenses. Christopher scrambles backward, swearing under his breath, trying to keep a safe distance between them while also maintaining control over the struggling man.
Damien is insane with rage and desperation now; he claws at anything within reach
There's nothing but hate and fury burning in his eyes now. With one last convulsive movement, he lunges forward, driving his forehead into the detective's chest with all his strength. The force of the impact nearly knocks Christopher off balance, sending them both crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs and pain. Damien scrambles free for just a moment before latching onto Christopher's throat once more, determined to choke out every last breath from his body this time. Blood gushes from his mouth as he growls through clenched teeth, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
His fingers dig deeper into the detective's flesh, his nails tearing and scraping across tender skin with each vicious shake of his head. In his mind, Christopher is already dead; this is just a futile attempt to free himself from the inevitable prison that awaits him. But deep down, there's still a spark of hope, a desperate desire to survive...
The sound of sirens approaches outside, growing steadily louder. They can both hear footsteps running toward them through the snow. It's almost as if fate itself is closing in on them now, determined to decide their f