By the time the group’s assault had let up, Damos was a crumpled pile upon the cold earth as he coughed and held his sides. This is why he never went out, let alone wander into the nicer areas of the metropolis. Between the hateful glares and being jumped simply because he looked different, it was a wonder that Damos left the house most days. Then again, most days he was with the man he called his father, the man who protected him since the day they entered each other’s lives.
It wasn’t until he heard a new voice among the gruff laughs and taunts that he lifted his head, cyan eyes finding his savior after a few moments of fighting off a dizzying haze of pain. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but there was a spark of hope when he saw two of the thugs being shoved away. The musician must have heard him, must have taken pity on him. Perhaps there was something good to come of this rather eventful day.
” So you think you can just push mah guys around without gettin’ beat, fuckface? “One of the larger men growled, pointing an accusing finger at Damos. A large, crooked smile stretched across his face as he stepped forward to confront the would be hero, using his sheer size to try and intimidate the smaller man. ” Ya wanna go, boy? I’ll fuck you up just as bad as big red ova there. Ain’t no one messes wit me or mah boys.”
“Fuck dat man…it ain’t worth it..” The lithe male who had been shoved into the car called to the large brute, holding his arm with a pained expression on his face. He had rammed his shoulder into the car’s door when he hit, dislocation the limb and causing him severe pain.
The large man frowned and spared the guitarist a glare before huffing and signaling to the other’s with a quick jerk of his head. As the other’s began to leave, a few of them giving Damos one last swift kick before leaving, the thug shoved his finger against the musician’s chest and scowled.
“Dis ain’t over, brah. I see yo face again, and your dead…”
As quickly as they appeared, they left, and for that Damos was thankful. The cold earth didn’t seem that bad now, it’s surface offering him some relief from the pounding in his head as he lay curled up with his tail curled about his legs. At least they were gone now, and hopefully, he would never see them again. After all, they didn’t look like the gutter punks he was used to. These men had probably never even been to the condemned half of the city.
It took few moments, but finally Damos was able to push himself up to sit, despite how painful it was. All he was worried about now was pulling his hood back over his head and getting back home, but actually doing so would proved to be difficult if not impossible in his current state. Then who was to say he wouldn’t be jumped again the second he was alone on the streets? A sigh left him. He was royal screwed either way.
“H-hey…um…thank you, for chasin’ off those guys…” Damos’ voice was soft and meek, unsure of what to expect from the man that just saved him, cyan eyes staring up at him from beneath the lip of his hoop. It was rare he had contact with anyone other than the old man, most choosing to avoid him at all cost. So having someone actually save him then stick around was a whole new experience, one he wasn’t sure how to even react to.
“I-I didn’t mean to make you stop playing…I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me…”
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