The computer screen was the only light in the room. Local crimes filled the links, but one stood out in particular. Derek walked in and Damon could hear his steps moving towards him. Damon closed one of the links before Derek got to him. "What are you doing in the dark?" Derek said looking over Damon's shoulder. "Ahhh get that negative shit out of your life! Go out! Have fun! Your schedule's open tonight." Derek said contently.

"I know. I'm just making sure nothing to crazy is going on." Damon said.

"Ok. I'm going to shower then go to bed. I got work tomorrow." Derek said.

It was late now. Now would be the best time. Derek and Aaron should be asleep. They both had places to be in the morning. Damon got his gear together and decided to head out. As he left he saw Aaron sitting on a chair leading to the way out. "Pretty heavily armed for a motorcycle ride, Damon." Aaron said, studying his friend.

"I'm going for a run. I need to get used to running with all this on anyway." Damon said, offering his best excuse.

"Damon we all know that's bullshit. Leave them be. They'll get what's coming to them."

"It won't be good enough." Damon growled.

"So you getting caught or found out or busted up is worth it?" Aaron asked. "Did you even think?"

"Oh yeah. I thought it through real well. Don't worry about me. They're just a couple of street thugs, and these fat cops can't keep up." Damon assured his friend. His patience growing thinner and thinner.

"Alright I'm just saying th-"

"I GOT IT!" Damon snapped. "I'm doing this and you can't stop me."

"Alright.....alright, but be ready to patch yourself up if you fuck up on this one." Aaron said as he got up to head to bed.

"Whatever." Damon shrugged as he made his way to his car.

The streets were empty and he got there rather quick. Damon scouted the neighborhood in his car. He came across a group of men about 20-23 in age congregating on a stoop. They made and held eye contact with Damon as he drove by. Damon parked about two blocks down and exited the car and put his steel mask on. As he approached the group he pulled out the picture and looked a it then looked back up and studied the group. Some of them men were terrified while others looked on with grins. "Rory Ravanell!" Damon screamed out as he got closer. Two of the five men ran. Rory and the others stayed and surrounded Damon. Damon did not waste time. He lunged forward and sent a palm in Rory's nose, breaking it. He sent his elbow back and caught the guy trying to attack him from behind. The third one advanced to fast and managed to land a hook to the steel mask. It did nothing to Damon and he took advantage of the surprised man, now holding his fist in pain. Damon grabbed his the man's head and delivered a brutal headbutt again the steel mask. A loud "PING" was heard before the man fell limp to the ground. The man that was elbowed scuttered back, his eyes in terror before he was able to get up and run. Rory sat there with a smug look on his face. Blood dripping off of his chin and covering his shirt. "You're going to tell me what I want to know." Damon growled as he looked down on Rory.

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"You're gonna kill me if I don't?" Rory laughed as he wiped the blood from his face. Still giving Damon a stupid grin.

Damon crouched next to him and talked very softly and calmly. "I'll make you wish I did, but I won't do that. It's to good for scum like you. First." He said as he took out a large hunting blade. "I'm going to carve up that pretty face of yours. Then I'll cut out your tongue, Take your eyes. Blow out your knee caps. And finally castrate you. And I'll record it and send it to your pretty girlfriend. Be a shame if I visited while I got bored and she was sleeping huh?"

Rory got up, infuriated and threw himself at Damon, grappling his waist. Damon caught him and gave him a knee to the stomach and an elbow to the back. While Rory was on his hands and knees gasping for breath Damon slammed his knee pad into Rory's face and pulled out his Desert Eagle. "Let's start with your knees." He calmly suggested before pistol whipping Rory across his face once Rory weakly got back up.

"I'LL TALK I'LL TALK" Rory cried out.

"No. You'll SQUEAL!" Damon screamed as he hit him again. "WHO ELSE WAS WITH YOU!?"

"Bryan Fernandez and David Brown!" Rory cried out.

"WHERE ARE THEY!?"

"Around the corner, three houses down, across the street!" He was crying now.

"Get your pathetic ass together and call them both. Tell them to meet you here. Show me your phone. Try anything funny and you're done, the cops aren't here but I am."

Rory called after Damon hid. After a minute or two the men pulled up in a car. They ran up to Rory and his unconscious friend. Damon walked up and smashed in one of their knees with his crowbar. The other man turned around and Damon landed a punch right to the middle of this face, knocking him back. Without saying anything, Damon advanced on him and broke his hand with the crowbar. He calmly walked to the man he initially hit and broke his knee, he was unable to run. Finally....he slashed Rory's face from his left ear down his face diagnolly over his lips and stopped at his chin. Damon then took their cash and smashed their phones.

"I'll remember you all" he said pointing the crowbar at the defeated thugs. "The next time you take something from this world, know I'll be back and I won't be so forgiving." Damon walked back to his car. Feeling satisfied, but something in him still wanted more.