Damien al Ghul/Damien Wilson (headofthedemon) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2011-03-27 22:14:00

Entry tags:

inactive - damien wilson, inactive - lian harper, npc - cerdian, plot - "uncivil war"

Dying Slowly
(This takes place one week after these events)

Damien was experiencing deja vs as he exited the cab, tossing the wad of cash at the driver. His fever was still high, though he'd managed to successfully stumble his onto and off of a private airplane (hiding in the freezing cargo hold) and get to a cab. His stomach wound was healing, somewhat, but it still bled quite a bit when he checked it. It wasn't closing all the way, which was a problem. Grandfather had twisted the blade to make sure it didn't.

Morgaine would have taken him to a hospital and forced the doctor not to say anything.

Morgaine....

He couldn't believe she was gone.

Even in his feverish state, it takes him several seconds to pick the lock to Lian's door (gods, he hoped this was her door) and get inside. The apartment is empty. He's managed to catch her while she was out. He closes the door and locks it, then walks over to her couch, where he passes out again.

This time, he would make sure his wife came home with him.

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rightontarget
2011-03-28 03:09 am UTC (link)

Lian came back from the grocery store, opening her door and flipping on the light-switch.

When she saw who was camping out on her couch, Lian dropped her backs, the eggs breaking, along with the milk and orange juice she had picked up.

"Damien?" He was just lying there on her couch, and from what she could tell, he was hurt pretty badly.

She should call Ollie or Connor. Dad was still out of town...but she didn't.

Lian went to the couch, gently putting her hand on Damien's forehead. He was burning up. She ran to her bathroom, getting the first aid kit that she kept, and some cold washcloths. She placed one gently on his forehead, and lifted up his shirt, and began to mop at the matted blood on his stomach.

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headofthedemon
2011-03-28 03:16 am UTC (link)

Damien's eyes open to look upon the face of his wife and he smiles weakly as she tends to him.

"Beloved. I...I am glad to see you. I am sorry I did not announce that I was coming." he says.

"I came because you are in danger. You and the children, and I am here to protect you." he says, taking her hand.

"But whatever happens in the next hour, please do not call anyone. I promise that I will come back to you." he says as sweat still beads up on his brow.

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	rightontarget 2011-03-28 03:21 am UTC (link)
	"I'm not going to call anyone, Damien," she said, squeezing his hand. "And I'm not going to let you die. I promise." She looked at his wound, which was still bleeding. She had to stitch herself up before, but she didn't even know if stitches would work with how badly Damien had been cut. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2011-03-28 03:39 am UTC (link)
	"No, Lian...you must /let/ me die." Damien tells her. He wishes he could explain, but there might not be time. She would just have to learn the old-fashioned way. "Do not be frightened. I promise...I will come back." Damiens says, his chest heaving. He coughs violently just then, and blood pours from his mouth. Within minutes, he has stopped breathing. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2011-03-28 03:44 am UTC (link)
	"Damien...Damien!" Lian frantically checked for a pulse, finding nothing. She shook, covering her mouth, as she started to sob uncontrollably. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Twelve Hours Later.... headofthedemon 2011-03-28 04:00 am UTC (link)
	Damien inhales deeply, his lungs filing with sweet oxygen as his eyes open and he looks about his surroundings. He remembers only bits and pieces of the last twenty-four hours, but when he sees that he's in Lian's apartment, he relaxes...marginally. "B-Beloved? Lian?" he calls out, a little lost. (Reply to this)(Thread)

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rightontarget
2011-03-28 04:05 am UTC (link)

Lian had managed to move Damien from the living room into her bedroom, lying him in on the bed. She had managed to clean almost all of the blood off of her floor and couch, as well as off of him. It was the only way she had been able to focus for the the past twelve hours. She hadn't even slept, and it showed on her face.

"I'm here, Damien," she said, sitting on the bed next to him. "Are you alright?"

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headofthedemon
2011-03-28 04:15 am UTC (link)

Lian would have noticed that, over the last twelve hours, Damien's wounds had healed completely, as if they'd never been.

He looks over to her and tries to sit up so that he can face her, but the room is still spinning a bit.

"And now you know my last secret, beloved. Death is but a door for me. I do not like to walk through it, but it is useful at times.

I am sorry if I frightened you." Damien says.

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	Re: Twelve Hours Later.... rightontarget 2011-03-28 04:19 am UTC (link)
	"It's okay," she said. "I just thought...I thought you were dead. Well...dead is in not coming back dead." "Why are you here, Damien?" She asked. "And more importantly, how did you end up like this?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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headofthedemon
2011-03-28 04:28 am UTC (link)

"I came home to my family because I love you. All three of you." Damien explains, as if Lian should know this already.

"I am also here to protect you. My grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, is alive. He kidnapped my mother and he..." Damien pauses to collect himself, as he doesn't want his wife to see him as weak.

"He murdered Morgaine, Lian." Damien says softly.

"He threatened to come after you and our children, and I will not let him take you /or/ them." Damien says.

"I am going to kill Ra's and reassert myself as the Demon's Head." Damien says.

"Then we can all be a family again. This time, forever."

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violettidemage
2011-03-29 12:32 am UTC (link)

Damien is about to say something else, but is cut off by a knock at the door.

Cerdian waits outside of Lian's door, holding the clam shell filled with the photographs he'd taken from his book at home. He could have left it on her doorstep and vanished or not come at all, but the point was to face Lian and tell her /why/ they could no longer be friends.

So Cerdian waited, and hoped against hope that maybe he'd arrived when Lian was away.

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rightontarget
2011-03-29 12:43 am UTC (link)

"Stay here," Lian said, getting off the bed. "Don't move."

"I'll be there in a minute," she said, making her way to the door. She peered through the peephole, her breath catching when she saw who was on the other side.

"Hi," she said to Cerdian, opening the door and giving him a small smile. She wanted to hug him...but wasn't sure if she should. "Do you...want to come in?"

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violettidemage
2011-03-29 12:50 am UTC (link)

Cerdian doesn't want to come in, but he figures that he should at least give Lian the respect of not standing in her doorway. He marches inside stiffly, tugging at his brown leather jacket a little.

Jeans and t-shirts were fine with him, which he wore now, but boots always made his feet feel weird. He couldn't wait to get back to the water where he could remove them, and the rest of his clothing. However, he'd had to wear normal clothes to walk around in Star City.

"There are some things I need to say, Lian." Cerdian says, before she can speak.

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	rightontarget 2011-03-29 12:55 am UTC (link)
	Lian locked eyes with him, nodding. "Okay." She didn't have a good feeling about this. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

violettidemage
2011-03-29 01:03 am UTC (link)

He sets the clam-shell box down on her table and takes a deep breath.

"Lian, I am returning things that belong to you. Photographs of us. I have had a great deal of time to think since I...came back. I have had to make several decisions about my life and where it will lead from this point forward.

Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Is that not what the human philosphers say? In Atlantis, they say that keeping that which causes you pain places the blame solely upon you. That was the best that I could translate it into English" Cerdian says, realizing that he's starting to ramble.

"We can no longer be friends, Lian. I think our lives are going in two separate directions." Cerdian says.

	Ten minutes later... dc_assassins 2011-03-29 03:33 am UTC (link)
	Ten minutes after Damien leaves, Lian hears her front door open, then close. No other sounds are audible, however. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	Re: Ten minutes later... dc_baddie 2011-03-29 03:35 am UTC (link)
	Ra's al Ghul takes a seat on the couch and waits, motioning for his men to break down Lian's door and drag her out. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Ten minutes later... rightontarget 2011-03-29 03:37 am UTC (link)
	Lian heard the door open, but did not move. "Go away, Damien," she snapped. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Ten minutes later... dc_assassins 2011-03-29 03:39 am UTC (link)
	Now that they have confirmation she is here, the lead ninja yells and kicks Lian's door off its hinges. Three men enter the room, moving to grab Lian. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Ten minutes later... rightontarget 2011-03-29 03:44 am UTC (link)
	Lian sprung up from her bed, grabbing the first thing she could throw. Which was a lamp on her bedside table. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dc_parent 2011-03-29 04:46 am UTC (link)
	Slade Wilson had a couple of different phone numbers, but few at the number that Damien called. "Wilson," he said simply, when he picked it up. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	headofthedemon 2011-03-29 04:49 am UTC (link)
	"Father, it is me." Damien says, steeling himself to utter his next words. "I need you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dc_parent 2011-03-29 04:56 am UTC (link)
	"Damien? What's the matter, son? Where are you?" He may not be father of the year, but damnit, Slade was there for his kids when they needed him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	rightontarget 2011-03-29 05:16 am UTC (link)
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