Aquata Cove Ch. 95

Merrick sneers with fury as his hand suddenly flies and grabs onto Damian's neck!

"Gllllk!" Damian is forced backward, with that hand still holding him tightly.

"You really are a filthy coward..." Merrick muttered, not even looking at him, "The more I look at you, the more obvious you look."

"Shut the fuck up, ass-monger!" Damian jerks his arm back aimed a punch for Merrick's crotch again. He punches into something solid, before Merrick's hand takes that hand, and twisted it hard! "GAHAH!" Merrick grits his teeth as he forces that wrist as far as it goes, before hearing a distinct threatening crack before swinging the pole and clunking onto Damian's face!

"Honestly... You can't even muster yourself for a decent fight!" Merrick throws him to the wall beside them. Damian grunts as he feels the initial impact. "Going for my balls there? When I wasn't even striking back?" Merrick's blue eyes leer at him, "Just how low are you? You can't even fight a fair game, no wonder you went for Adam."

"Fuckin let go of me!!" Damian squeezes at Merrick's arm, before slapping at Merrick's face. His hand lets go before he tries to run to the side of him.

"You're not getting away!" Merrick grabs the back of the jacket, and swings Damian down. Damian crashes on the floor, coughing as he rolls on his front, "You don't get to leave-"

"YaahH!" Damian swings, and suddenly stabs Merrick's calve with the knife!

"AAHH!" Merrick steps back as the knife is ripped from his leg, dripping with his blood. Damian gets up, hunched over, his open hand holding as he holds the knife ready. Merrick hisses as he stands with his wound. "Gheh... Now you're getting it."

"Yeah, you like that faggot?" Damian says as he swipes again, cutting at Merrick's thigh before he steps back quickly. Another stab attempt, and he carved a mark into the short shaft.

"Heh... You should see how brainless and savage you look." Merrick frowns, "You're a disgusting tool, you know that?"

"Shut the hell up!" Damian lurches forward, and sinks the knife into Merrick's abs!

"GHH!" Merrick is forced to the wall, wincing as he's forced up against it.

"You wanted this, faggot." Damian said, his voice ragged as he breathes harshly. "You wanted to fuck with me. Don't go crying now that you got what you asked for."

Damian removes it, and attempts to stab Merrick again. His hand is stopped by Merrick's hand immediately after. Damian's arm quivers as Merrick holds it back. Merrick's eyes leer down at him with apathy, frowning as the human shifts and grunts.

"You really are a stupid monster." Merrick tells him, "A ruthless, weak, pitiful beast that should have been put down a long time ago."

Without much effort, Merrick steadily moves Damian's hand away from him, before Merrick kicks him away. Damian grunts as he is forced back, and rushed at him, brandishing the knife at him. Merrick moves left, right, around, striking Damian's arm and jabbing at his side, whipping around and hitting him with the short shaft.

Merrick moves backward before the knife could cut his throat, before he hits Damian square in the jaw to make him stagger. "Certainly makes a difference when someone can actually fight back, doesn't it?!" He says in between punches.

"Shut the fuck up, shitfucker!!" Damian lashes out as he makes a cut on Merrick's hand. Merrick backhands Damian hard, leaving a red-pink blotch on his face, before Damian gives a kick to Merrick's hip. Merrick topples over, but rolls into it, and back onto his feet and one hand, and jetting the wood shaft up, and knocked right up Damian's chin!

"Ghhkkk!" Damian steps back as he holds his chin, his teeth clacking together from that strike as Merrick stands up.

"You should have allowed the law to take you when you had the CHANCE!" Merrick swings the rod at Damian's head again!

~~~

Belinda paces around her apartment, her insides squirming with fear and suspense. Ever since Merrick asked her to examine his thoughts yesterday, she's had a bad feeling this would happen.

"Let me in, I said." She tells herself, "I can help you find this man and find the truth, I said." She takes several deep breaths as she copes with the spiraling anxiety rising in her.

"The way his energy felt before he forced me out..." Belinda still remembers a pair of savage blue eyes, refined by sheer intensity. Merrick has shown her a brutal disposition in the past, but he just seemed downright monstrous right then and there!

"What is he going to do...?" She asked, "That man... He nearly destroyed Adam, I saw it too... And Merrick... With his temper..." Belinda pants as she looks to her own scale-hide purse. She strode to it, and picked it up.

"... But who would be even near him??" She asks herself, "I do not even recognize where this man lived..." She closes her eyes, trying to map up the vague memory of the location, trying to remember exactly the route and direction of how Merrick and she arrived there, trying to figure out who would be available to check on him...

Belinda's panic continues to pulse before she turns on her phone, and just dialed the number of someone she knows who can probably reach Merrick the fastest. She holds the phone to her ear, and waits.

"... Yes, hello, it's me." She says, "I-I-I might have done something terrible... It's Merrick. He asked me to help find someone, and..." She pants as she thinks about it, "I think he is going to do something horrible..."

~~~

Merrick pins Damian onto the wall, and sinks his fist directly into his gut "GUHHUHH!" Damian gagged loudly as he doubles over, still being held up by Merrick's hand on his neck.

"You don't have the slightest idea of what pain is..." Merrick seethes as he looks directly into Damian's eyes.

"Have ever felt so much hatred, that it actually started to choke you from inside to the point of suffocation?" Merrick drew his arm back, and punched into Damian's stomach again. "Have you have passed so much fear that everything goes numb, and you can't even muster up the ability to save yourself?" Merrick turns around, dragging Damian with him.

"Agnnghh!" Damian grunts as he's slammed again. Merrick draws his arm back once more, and strikes Damian again, "Have you ever breathed so much anger that everything you touched deserved to get destroyed in every meaning of the word?" Merrick growls as his grip held tighter at Damian's neck, "Have you ever swallowed so much sorrow that all you wanted to do is disappear and leave everything behind?"

"RrrHHHH!" Merrick throws Damian onto the ground, before grabbing the scruff of his shirt, and pulled him up, his searing blue eyes cutting into Damian's eyes as well, "Have you EVER held onto so much agony, that you thought yourself worthless, helpless, that you would be better off dead?!"

"Get the fuck off me!" Damian kicks Merrick in the stomach, shoving him away, and scrambling up, "I don't care about any of your shit!" He tells him. Merrick just turns around, walking in the opposite direction, "You're all going to hell anyway! You better get fucking used to it!" He yells out, "You and your dirty assfucker don't fucking belong here!"

Merrick walks to the carrying case he brought with him, picking it up, and unzipping it. "Are you even listening to me?!"

"To be honest, I was holding back." He tells him, "I wanted to see just what you're packing." Merrick takes out two poles, and a metal sharp piece. He connects the two poles, and clicks them into place. "Turns out, you are nothing worth anyone's time. You're not going to be hard at all." He then takes the ornate half-arrow end, and attaches it to the end of it.

"Hah, you're a class act, you know that?" Damian scoffs as Merrick glares at him, "Bringing a weapon to an unarmed guy? You'll do fucking time for this."

"Heh heh heh... You humans." Merrick sneers, "You are so agonizingly hypocritical, it's almost sickening to even hear you. At least as far as you and I are concerned, I'm making this a fair fight. I gave you a knife, didn't I?"

"What the hell are you going on about now?"

Merrick twirls his harpoon few times, looking at him before planking the round-end of the weapon on the floor, "This is serious now. You're about to find out what happens when you dare to push a Triton to the brink of madness after attacking his mate." Merrick says lethally before the spear swings with a glint of light, and points at Damian. "It's far past the time for you to know whAT TRUE PAIN FEELS LIKE!!"

The spear swishes to the side, and Merrick rockets forward. Damian gasps as Merrick's steps barely touch the ground, before he was right in front of him. A flash of metal rings up and gashes at Damian's face!

"FUCK!" Damian yells as a splash of blood comes from his cheek. The pole then ducked and struck at his ankle, and tripped him to the floor. Merrick maneuvers the staff-like weapon, and shoves the back end of it to Damian's chest! "GHHH! Gah-ahh!" Damian gags as he feels a crack within the bone of his chest.

'We Tritons are the remnants of the Kingdoms' might. As Noitas are the remaining light of the Kingdoms.' Merrick fights while thinking of what his father always told him about his legacy, 'Every Triton born or blessed in this world is endowed with the power and the fortitude of our long-lost forefathers.' Kaiken told him, 'They live through you, my Son. And they live through me. We are their legacy and their vessels. Every Triton ever lived is an eon of kings and warriors long since lost. We fight to protect all that we hold in our hearts.' He would say as he'd put his hand on Merrick's shoulder, 'Always remember that, my Son. Your birthright is your greatest gift.'

"Geehh!" Merrick strikes Damian down, having slashed him good and hard. Both of his hands are holding onto his weapon as it's pointed down, a streak of blood streaming from the tip of his harpoon, as a Triton would wield his trident.

"Get up!" Merrick reaches down, and yanks Damian's jacket up to force him on his feet. Damian scrambles to grab the knife he dropped, holding it backwards, his eyes screaming of desperation. Merrick swoops in again, swiping the harpoon up and cut up a deep lash across his torso, slicing his shirt and making a red bloody streak "FFFFuck! You're fuckin crazy!"

"You only wish." Merrick mutters as he swipes at Damian again, the spear clanking at the knife, nicking the wood a bit, before making a quick swipe at Merrick's arm. Merrick ignores the cut like it's nothing, and tears the hook to rip from the knee of Damian's pants, "Which of his knees did you break again??" Merrick asked, "The left or the RIGHT?!" Merrick swings a hammer-fist motion as Damian's head, collapsing him with a hard hit!

"Urrgh!" Damian grunts, but suddenly feels his right knee in horrible pain! "GAH-HAAAA!" He yowls as Merrick's spear-head recedes from his knee.

"Get up and fight me!" Merrick demands as he grabs the jacket again, and forces him to stand. Damian trips, clutching onto his stabbed knee gushing with blood. "What! You can't walk?! Funny. I bet it didn't hurt that much when you shattered Adam's legs!"

"Stop!" Damian stays, seeing Merrick reach for him again, "Sto-AAAH!" Merrick pulls him up by his hair.

"Stand and fight." Merrick tells him, "I didn't butcher your leg to the point where you are unable to stand."

"Gyaah!" Damian pushes Merrick away, and turns right around. He pants and whines with rapid panic as he makes a run for it. He grunts in pain as he easily makes an easy 15 feet away from Merrick, even with a bad limp. His hands flail as he tries to sprint, his mouth trailing with drool as terror fills his lungs.

Hiiiiinnnnnngggg

A silvery ring can be heard from behind, before a bloody metal hook-shaped protrusion spikes out in the middle of Damian's leg!

"AAAAHHH-HAAHHOOW!" Damian crashes onto the ground, panting loudly as he feels his leg penetrated completely. His wide eyes look down onto the blood-soaked shiv sticking out of his front thigh. Merrick walks to him as Damian squirms on the ground, making a blood trail as he still attempts to escape his wrath.

"What happened, Damian?" Merrick called out, "Weren't you supposed to make a crippled fairy out of me? What happened to your cocky attitude? Where's that hateful confidence that made you see me as some sort of spineless queer?"

"Hhhggghh..." Damian pants as he tries to crawl, with the weapon still pierced in his leg.

"You think you know pain. You think you have every right to deal out punishment to anyone you think is less than you. Gheh... Look at you." Merrick sneers as he looks down at the pitiful homophobe, "So mind-numbingly scared of me, you can't even look over your shoulder because I might be directly behind you."

"Hnnhhhhnnnhh..." Damian whimpers as he still tries to move, his instincts pushing him to keep going, knowing full well he can't even walk right now. He's right though... He is so freaking terrified. A while ago, this fag was taking hits like a wuss, and now he's like a silent hunter. Damian shakes as he flinches his head, pushing his eyes to his peripheral vision.

Merrick's hand grips the back of his head, and smashes Damian's face into the pavement! "GHHH! Ghkgkgkgk..."

"Pathetic..." Merrick mutters, "So this is the monster who erased the man who loved me. This is hate-filled coward who felt pride, justice, and satisfaction from reducing my life partner to a mangled carcass." Merrick turns and grinds Damian's cheek into the ground. "You thought you could break me as you broke my lover, for such a mediocre reason..." Merrick grabs onto Damian's hair, and makes him look at him in the eyes.

His eyes reflect a subtle, dull glow, deep in those vivid royal blue circles, as if a light is being shone from inside.

"I am an eon of kings and warriors long since past." Merrick said in a low and knowing tone, "You understand nothing. You deserve nothing. You are nothing."

Merrick forces Damian onto his stomach, and grabs his harpoon while he presses his hand onto his back, "You really think I'd let you off that easy?" Merrick says as he jerks and stirs his weapon.

"GGFFFFFFHGHGHGHGH!" Damian writhes as Merrick rips the muscle tissue, and then forcibly yanks the spear out of him! "AHHH!"

"Shut up already." Merrick says as he presses the sharp end of his spear on the back of Damian's neck. "This is NOTHING compared what you put Adam through."

Merrick gets up, and turns Damian's body over, the man hyperventilating as Merrick STOMPED on his left arm, and planed the blunt end of the harpoon into Damian's right hand, making it crack. "EENGGH-MMM!" Merrick slaps his hand over Damian's mouth. He breathes heavily through his nose and continues to groan out loud.

"You were the one..." Merrick's voice shakes as his sapphires pierce at Damian's hazels. "You were the one who made that final strike on Adam's head." Merrick's heart burns with rage as he grinds into Damian's broken hand. "He was in a coma for over 3 weeks. 25 days. 25 days of not knowing whether he was going to live or die. Imagine what that can do to a person."

"Ghhgghh..." Damian looks with fear at Merrick's eyes, his hand starting to grip Damian's mouth and jaw rather than cover it. Merrick's face seems to lose light around his features, showing a very shrewd malevolence as his throat makes a very strange rattling sound.

"You destroyed his memories, do you know that??" Merrick shakes as he grips him, "He looks at me, and all he sees is stranger." Merrick moves his spear, and presses his hand holding it to rub into the gash across Damian's torso. "I'm just a lovable ghost to him now. You destroyed everything that ever mattered to me in this God-forsaken rock..."

"MNNGGHHH!"

"Do you have any idea just how much suffering you brought to him? How you killed me several times over? How you broke his family's hearts? How you nearly demolished him from everyone who loves him?? You have ANY IDEA, just what you DID?!"

"Hnnfff! Hnnfff! Hnnfff! Hnnfff!" Damian pants harshly as his face his swimming with sweat.

"The man I love is gone, Damian." Merrick mutters coldly, "And he's never coming back. All because you refused tolerate a good man who had nothing to do with you. He did NOTHING to you. He was and is a good man who has never harmed anything in his entire life. And you have the fucking audacity to think that he is better off dead??"

"You really should have gotten arrested, Damian. At least then, you'd be safe in a jail cell where I couldn't ever find you. But now..." Merrick grips him even tighter.

"Now you will know the misery that monsters like you have inflicted for far too long..."

~~~

Yuri types at her laptop, before the dog starts to bark wildly. She turns to hear the door click open.

"Roooroooroooroorooohhh!" Sally barks as she jumps around, pouncing around a dragging Adam coming in.

"Oh Adam, hey! How was work?"

"Uuggh... I'm freaking exhausted." Adam groans, absentmindedly petting the golden retriever, "Are you sure the Captain is a friend of my Dad's? He's been working my ass off since I got there."

"I thought you liked working at the Fish House~"

"Not when I've spent the last 8 hours stacking Grouper meat and replacing the glass and engine parts of all the carts." Adam tosses his keys onto the table, "I need to crash."

"Awwww, I was waiting to play Kingdom Hearts with you!" Yuri pleads, "We still need to continue through Chain of Memories."

"I want to Yuri, trust me." He complains, "But I can't stand or sit up anymore."

"Awwww come on, I've seen you get back from worse."

"Ehh... That was then, this is now."

"Boring jerk!" Yuri calls out as she playfully throwing a couch pillow at him, missing by THAT much.

Adam groans as he slumps into bed, opening his laptop, and clicking onto the Netflix icon. It jumps up and down before opening up the internet. He clicks on Glee to continue watching - Yuri says that Glee was one of Adam's favorite shows. So far, he likes it.

He clicks (Play), and settles down.

["So here's what you missed on Glee!"] The energetic voice-over starts, like every episode, quickly explaining the previous events of the last episode. As he talks on, Adam doesn't last long at all, his aching muscles pulling him into sleep, splayed out on the bed, lying on his stomach, with his arms buried under the pillows.

~~~

"Heggh... Heggh... Heggh..." Damian pants hoarsely on the ground. He lies against the wall, his pants and his shirt in tatters, blood oozing from countless gashes everywhere on his body, except for the jacket, which is covered in dust and footprints. The left side of Damian's face is swollen, his right eye is closed and heavily bruised. He can no longer move his right arm, and two teeth lie abandoned on the floor. Strands of Damian's dark hair drift along the floor. His left leg is crooked, and several parts of his body is horribly darkened and dented.

"Please... Stop... Please... Stop..." He begs weakly, gagging and coughing out blood.

"You want me to stop." Merrick reflects, his eyes still cold and sharp, his clothing partly soaked with Damian's blood, as is the harpoon, dripping with the hot red liquid. He moves his spear, and CLUNKS the end of the weapon on the ground, making Damian flinch and whine out.

"Pleeeaaasssseee..."

"And how many times did Adam beg YOU to stop before you finally let him go?" Merrick asked, moving the harpoon's hook-blade to Damian's chin, and making him look up, "How long did he scream for mercy before you left him for dead in that parking lot?"

"I'm sorryyyy... Please, don't..." As Damian tries to talk, Merrick delivers a cruel bash from the blunt end of his weapon across Damian's face!

"GHHeeHH!" Damian falls crippled to the floor from the blow, coughing and gagging and squirming on the spot. Merrick grabs the scruff of the jacket, that is still somehow untouched and partially off of him, and pulls him to sit up again.