MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

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Damon glared at Morris, not understanding what he was saying or why he was suddenly so scared. The frosty look in his gaze didn’t let up and even as the man remained on his knees, he felt no empathy for him. He might have gone too far with his family, he never touches kids, but that was usually what they hear before they know how serious he was.

“Morris,” he called out between gritted teeth and the doctor lifted his gaze to meet that of Damon’s. His brown eyes seemed to have gone darker and the frostiness within them made goosebump fill his skin.

“You are going to get up, take a seat and tell me what I should know. Think very well, the unknown danger far ahead or the devil you are faced with now,” he added. The doctor shook his head like a child who was about to be snatched away from his mother. But the look Damon gave him made him still for a few seconds to know that Damon was not joking. For so many years, he had respectfully done all he asked and trusted him as a doctor. But now, he was right there, seeking for the truth and he was going to get it no matter what.

Faced with a dilemma, his very core shook. Damon and the Roxwells were nothing compared to what was coming, who should he be more afraid of? What should he do? On one hand, there was Damon who was present in his office. Anything could go wrong at any moment, and he made mention of his precious daughter. Cold ran down his spine at the thought of her being hurt, and he shook his head and made a decision. He would tell Damon what he needed to know, he would tell Damon the truth. But before then, he slowly turned to his phone and dialled his wife.

“Hey sweetheart, Kristyn was about to….” The other end of the line started excitedly.

“Get your things, your passports, get Kristyn and leave. I will join you soon,” he ordered instantly and the line went quiet.

“What? What is….”

“Go, now. I will meet you up,” he added and ended the call. Then he gulped harshly and turned to Damon.

Damon frowned at the man before him and he suddenly felt wary. Something was wrong, so wrong and he could feel it as his guts. He watched Morris drop the phone with shaky hands, then he went back to his seat slowly and sat down. Seeing as he was willing to cooperate, Damon also sat down opposite him and crossed his legs over each other.

Morris stared at him for a while, his heart shaking so much, it made his breathing uneven. He took some time to gather himself, then he relaxed into his chair.

“Years ago,” he began and took another deep breath. Damon also took a deep breath and brazed himself for what was coming next.

“You were brought to this hospital with blood, marks and more bloods covered all over your body,”

“Your mother had confided in me, she told me that you were different, special, dangerous and you had done some things, very bad things that a child should never have done,” Damon froze. His heart skipped and fear crept into him immediately. He was special, he was different, he was dangerous and he had done something bad. It couldn’t be that he harmed someone he shouldn’t have, it couldn’t be that he was exactly like Aziza and had lost control. Something sharp hit his head immediately and he groaned, he balled his hand into a fist and swallowed the bitter taste of what was coming, then he took a deep breath and exhaled as he tried to rein in what he was feeling but Morris still went on.

“We did a scan of your body and found that you were truly different. Your wounds could heal before our very eyes, your bone structure was different, your blood contained special things and you had some kind of venom. It could melt metal like an acid. It was strange, it was rare and it was phenomenal.” He continued and recalled how it had all come about.

“I was going to find out more things about you, experiment on you and go into finding out some knowledge but your parents were powerful and they had stopped me. They paid me a huge amount to get you cured, but it was impossible. Yet I couldn’t deny their money, I took it and embarked on a fruitless journey while you remained in coma. For a long time, I researched and researched, I tried a lot of things and reached out to some friends, doctor friends, pharmaceuticals, surgeons and asked questions. None of them could come up with anything and I was at the edge. Your grandfather was on my throat, your mother was holding a gun to my head and your father was willing to tear my family apart if I came up with no results at all.” He paused and watched as Damon’s face paled even further.

“One morning, I came to work, dejected, broke, drained, tired and I had given up on everything. I remembered that I walked into this office, stared at it and smashed my cup of coffee into the wall. I had lost all hope and I was going to lose my family if I didn’t find a cure for you. But I saw a file right on this desk the next minute. I had opened it and found components, chemistry, equations, a solution, and a prescription to something I didn’t even know. I wanted to throw it away and just focus on the dilemma I was going through, but I found a word written at the back. Damon’s solution,” he smiled as he recounted the miracle, he found that was about to ruin him. Damon frowned instantly.

“I ran to the lab and immediately started working on the miracle cure I found. And after spending weeks in the lab, I got a cure. So, I thought. We tested it on animals and found that it hinders a meow from a cat, a venom and the hissing of a snake, the bark of a dog. It slows down the metabolic rate of the body. It significantly changes the metamorphosis of the body and I knew I had gotten my cure. I told your parents about it and they were so excited, they gave me everything I needed and took care of me and my family beyond words even when I didn’t ask. But they also wanted your memories to go away with the magic you had. They wanted you to be free from what you had done, so I induced selective Amnesia into you.” He paused. He said nothing again and only stared at Damon whose face went so pale, it was hard to figure out if he was angry, shocked or hurt. He had just received a blow to his chest, a slap to his face. His parents had taken away his memories, they had lied to him and the truth he wished was a lie really was the truth. But he also knew that the doctor wasn’t saying everything and he wanted to find out everything.

“Finish your story,” he demanded with a low voice and the doctor sighed.

“But after some time, we found out that you were overcoming the drugs and your brain waves were becoming accurate, magnificent. It was like you were healing whatever was being done to you over the time. There was no permanent solution, so I made more of the drugs and started feeding you periodically and thus how things went.”

“The drugs hinder your uniqueness and traits,” he finalised with a great sigh.

“What about the headaches?” Damon asked.

“That’s your body fighting to get things back to normal for you. It wants you to remember, to regain your uniqueness and it’s fighting the drugs, that’s why you have those headaches.” He explained.

For a long while, it remained silent and Damon simply stared at the man before him. The rage he had felt earlier for his parents, his grandfather and the doctor suddenly disappeared into hurt. He didn’t expect the truth to be so cruel, though Aziza had warned him beforehand. Why would they take his memories? Why was he so bloody when he was brought to the hospital? Why would they stop him from finding out the truth?

“Mr. Roxwell, I have told you all I needed to. I have said everything that happened. You have to let me go, you have let my family go, please.” He held his both hands together and pleaded.

“Who left you the file in your office?” Damon asked. Morris’s eyes widened and he shook his head, the fear that made him look mad returned to his eyes.

“I don’t know,” his voice came out in a whisper and he started to look around in panic. His fear was deep rooted, and he was not willing to die just yet. If he spilled the truth, then he would surely die and his family would be put in danger. He could not tell the truth because they were watching, they were hiding in the shadows and waiting to snatch him into their darkness. Damon knew from his reaction that he knew them, and he was not going to leave till he found out the truth.

“Tell me,” He leaned into his desk and stared at his face but Morris kept shaking his head like he had been bitten by something sharp or was about to be bitten.

“I can’t, please, don’t make me….”

“You will tell me, Morris,” Damon got up from where he was sitting and placed his hand on the desk while he stared down at Morris with eyes filled with coldness and it hovered over him like the darkness he feared.

“Please…Please,” Morris mellowed. He could feel the strong gaze of the man above, it was breaking through his flesh, through his bones, through his body. It was like the devil himself was looking into him and taking everything he knew. His dark claws were stretching towards him and were threatening to claim him into darkness, a merciless, empty abyss where he would be tortured for the rest of his life.

“Damon, please, I have kids…I have a wife, please. Save me, this one,” he cried and pressed his hand together till his knuckles turned white.

Damon glared at him, refusing to let up, refusing to give up, refusing to let go. But he remembered his lovely daughter of just thirteen years old and groaned. He hated that he had been lied to but this doctor had been a family doctor for a long time. He practically knew of his daughter and his wife and he had taken care of him in ways that made him feel as a kin to him. He rose to his full height and ran his hand through his hair and gave him his back while he wondered what could make Morris so scared. Just as that thought formed, he felt a hostile gaze on himself. The pit of his stomach clenched tightly and a terrible feeling settled at his heart. The sign that something was wrong. He was in danger and Morris was right there with him.

“Morris…” he whipped his head back to Morris. Instantly the window behind the doctor shattered and the doctor's head slumped against his desk and blood came gushing out.

“Morris,” he screamed. His heart stopped and he made his way to the man who had taken care of him since he was a child, but a hand pulled him and cold air rushed past him almost instantly. The cold air whipped against him, goosebumps filled his skin and he shivered. Everything went blurry and he was slammed against his car. He groaned and looked around to find Aziza a distance away from him.

“Go,” Aziza yelled and clenched her chest. Pain spread through her body and she groaned and tried to stand up straight, but the pain hit her again and she bent down.

“Aziza….” Damon made to go close to her but she whipped her head towards him and he froze. Her face had gone pale, dark veins were underneath her eyes and her eyes seem to be glowing red, but it goes dark immediately after and glows again, then dark, then red like her abilities were unstable like an electric circuit.

“Go, now,” she pushed within gritted teeth. He shook his head, worried and concerned, taking over his senses and he started towards her, but she used the last of what she had to push him into the car and locked the door, then she turned to the driver.

“Take him far, do not stop or come back. Or else I would dig my hand into your chest and pull your heart out myself.”