Damian Hale D4 {done!}

Quick hands grab items off a shelf of a local shop in the market place as Damian's brown almond shaped eyes scan the area looking for signs of movement. Large ears stay on high alert listening for the sounds of footsteps giving away the tell-tale sign that someone is approaching, but he's left in silence as he quickly folds a piece of clothing under his shirt. It's not much, but it can sell for a decent price so he can bring the money home. It amazes him that his parents never ask how the money is brought in, but he's glad for it because the thought of them knowing how he gets the money would only make him a disgrace. The first time he attempted stealing, it didn't work well as he was almost caught, but up until this point he's avoided the peacekeepers and the salesmen. A large grin spreads wide across his face as his feet carry him away from the shelf into the rest of the store pretending like nothing has ever happened.

The ticking of his heart echoes through his head bouncing around the inside of his skull as his feet drag slowly against the ground kicking rocks out of the way before walking out of the building forever. His feet hit the ground running the moment he turns the corner away from the store, and he doesn't look back. One of the few things people notice is how fast he is, and how much endurance runs through his veins. It pays off when he's at the career center training because he does laps instead of fighting with weapons. The perfect strategy for him is fleeing and evading, but that doesn't always work. The weapons are all strange to him, but they aren't foreign. Quick hands wrap around the hilt of a sword slicing it through the air aiming endlessly at dummies prepped for slaughter. Skills are shown off as he fights for people to notice he exists, yet it's like he's a ghost passing by invisible to everyone.

His feet pound against the ground as sweat pours from his brow. The sun shines high in the sky baring down upon his extremely pale, light complected skin. Sand flies between his toes as he sprints as fast as he can away from the scene of the crime. Stealing is a favorite hobby of his, yet he never takes enough for anyone to notice anything is missing. A gentle breeze blows through the air amplifying off the ocean blowing his hair in different directions. Damian doesn't have much hair on the sides, but the top of his head is covered in shaggy brown hair matching the color of his eyes. Quickly, his eyes dart around the area before slowing his pace to a walk. He knows questions will be asked if people see him running like something is chasing him, but nobody looks in his direction because those laying on the beach are too busy soaking in the rays. The tips of his lips turn upside down as his head drops towards the ground.

Screams fly from inside as he spins in every direction looking for someone, anyone to talk to, but those around go on like nothing isn't happening. Damien's heart drops into his stomach as tears form in eyes. It's impossible for him to know which way's up or down. The world spins around him leaving him behind day and night. Often times his eyes catch a star shooting across the sky and he raises a finger to his mouth making a wish before pointing it away. Every wish passing through his thoughts never change as the same wish flies to the front of his brain, for someone to notice him. Is the world really huge, or am I just left behind? It's too fast for the fastest career in the district. Dragging his feet through the sandy beach he turns away from the people. Sand slides along the top staining his foot a dirty brown, but it's nothing new compared to the rest of his body. Layers of dirt spend days on his cleanly shaved face, but it doesn't phase him.

Running as fast as he can, Damian sprints away from the beach heading towards the tiny shop at the end where he always sells what he steals. His hand wraps around the shirt as tight as possible because it's his lifeline. This tiny article of clothing will bring the next meal to him and his parents. Part of him feels bad for stealing all the time, but his family is important to him, and he'll do whatever it takes for them to survive even if it means being caught and publicly humiliated by the peacekeepers. It wouldn't be the first time someone has been punished for all to see, but it would be the first time for him. Before turning into the tiny shop, he holds the shirt out in front of him. It's a nice looking shirt that someone would enjoy wearing, but today it's purpose is different. He inhales sharply before slipping through the door as quiet as possible. A little old lady is standing behind the counter with a large grin. "Back again?"

Her voice causes the hair on the back of Damian's neck to rise. A shiver runs up and down his spine as his eyes meet her's. Out of all the times he's been here, her voice still creeps him out. It's hoarse and scratchy, yet laced with an icy chill making him think she's up to no good, and for all he knows his thoughts could be true, and he still doesn't know her name."Yeah. I have this." He holds the shirt out in front of him allowing her the chance to take in every detail about it. "I-I was hoping I could trade it in for a fish." His voice cracks as he speaks. His heart races under his chest as he fights to keep his composure. A hand slides behind his back as he prays to the higher powers above the sky for help as it's been a full day since he's last ate. She snatches the shirt from his hand. Butterflies dance in his stomach fighting against the lion roaring inside. A small grin spreads across his face as hope builds inside him.

"One fish it is." Relief floods through his veins as the lady turns and walks away from the counter. A large grin spreads from ear to ear showing his pearly white teeth in every direction possible. He runs his hand along his ribs counting everyone of them without moving the shirt away from in front of him. All the time he's going without food as his will is for his families survival, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them alive. One fish usually isn't enough to fill the growling stomachs sitting around the table, but it's enough to satisfy the hunger for a brief moment. He slides his hands into the jean pockets waiting for the lady to return. Butterflies beat through his stomach faster than ever as his eyes never leave the spot where she was standing. He hears the door open and his heart skips a beat. His breathing picks up as his eyes turn in every direction, but nobody is in sight except the lady who has returned holding a medium size fish.

She wraps the fish in a bag before sitting the rest of the bag down in another bag full of ice. "Thank you so much! Thank you. Thank you." His hands grasp onto the bag as he turns away and sprints out the door as fast as he can heading towards his house, a little shack sitting along side the beach. His feet kick through the sand sending seashells flying in every direction. Warmth fills him as the waves crash down upon the beach over and over. Footprints embed in the sand as he moves, quickly, without looking back. His arms pump fast as his pace picks up to his top speed. He runs through the front door of his house with a large grin, and he stops in his tracks looking around for his parents. Quick eyes dart around the room as his ears listen for footsteps heading towards him, but when nobody moves, he calls out to them. "Mom, dad, I'm home. Dinner is on me tonight. I have us a fish, one I think we'll all enjoy."

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