Damian stepped out of the storage room, his figure shadowed by the dim light. Blood was smeared across his clothes, streaked on his face, and coated his hands like red gloves. His green blazer was ruined, but instead of looking messy, the blood made him look... intense. His hair, messy from the struggle, fell over his forehead, and his gray-blue eyes looked calm—too calm. The way the light hit his face made him look sharp, almost unreal, like he belonged in a movie.
He looked like some kind of god of death—scary but weirdly captivating.
Zoe stared at him, her mouth slightly open, not knowing if she should be afraid or impressed. She'd seen some crazy things, but this was different. And she couldn't help but notice that the blood made him look... cooler.
Oliver adjusted his glasses, unsure of what to think. A part of him wanted to back away—this was not the Damian he knew. But another part was amazed at how Damian could do something so terrifying and still look like nothing happened.
Emma just stood there, frozen. She didn't blink, didn't breathe. She didn't even seem like she could move. Her eyes were wide, her hands stiff at her sides. She wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Priscilla crossed her arms and tried to act like it didn't bother her. But it did. The way Damian had handled things in that room was... intense. She wasn't sure what scared her more: the fact that he could do it or the fact that he looked like he belonged in that state.
Even Nadia, who was always calm and in control, couldn't hide her shock. She had never seen Damian like this before. It was a side of him she didn't think existed. Yet, deep down, she admitted that this version of Damian was... kind of hot.
The group stayed silent, too stunned to say anything. Damian stopped a few feet away from them and smiled faintly. "He finally told me," he said, his voice steady, like he hadn't just done something brutal.
The others exchanged glances. Who wouldn't tell him after what he just did?
"He was approached by the assassin gang, Silent Blades in Oliver's dad diary," Damian continued. "They offered him money and the principal job... in exchange for some of the school's brightest students."
Emma finally managed to whisper, "What did they do with the students?"
"He swore he didn't know," Damian said, his tone neutral. "Said he never asked questions."
Emma's face twisted in disgust. "How could he... those were our classmates, our friends…"
Damian didn't react to her outburst. "He told me where he usually meets their leader, Maxwell Vance. He also confirmed that the men in black suits we've been seeing around are from the Silent Blades."
Zoe raised an eyebrow. "And Gabriel? Did he say anything about him?"
Damian's gaze darkened slightly, but his voice stayed even. "No. He didn't mention Gabriel."
He couldn't tell them about Gabriel that would be exposing himself. He couldn't afford that.
The group went quiet again, taking in everything Damian had said.
Priscilla broke the silence. "What about Mr. Saville? What did you do to him?"
"He's fine," Damian replied. "But he's too scared to talk. He won't be a problem anymore."
Priscilla studied him for a moment, like she wanted to ask more, but she didn't.
The group started to walk away slowly, each of them lost in their thoughts.
Emma couldn't stop picturing Damian covered in blood. It didn't make sense. He was supposed to be her friend, the guy she trusted. But now, he seemed like someone completely different. Her chest felt tight, and she stayed quiet, walking with Oliver and Nadia close by.
Zoe glanced back at Damian. She wasn't sure what to think. But seeing him like that—confident and dangerous—left her feeling something she wasn't used to.
And yet, beneath all their shock and unease, they all silently appreciated what he'd done. Damian had crossed a line most of them couldn't even imagine approaching, all for them. It was scary, sure, but it was also... humbling. They knew he'd gone to those lengths because he cared about them, about solving this for their sake.
Damian walked a little behind the group, his fists clenching as the dried blood cracked on his skin. He kept thinking about the way Emma looked at him when he came out of the room. She had always smiled at him, always trusted him. But now...
He let out a breath and shook his head. He had always known he needed to keep his real self a secret. They didn't need to know how dark he could get. But today, he'd let them see a part of him he never wanted to share. Anyways it'll pass. They'll all get over it
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