Damien stopped by a convient store on his way to see his sister. Gas, cigarettes, the normal one stop shop. He took a few moments in the chip isle when 2 guys busted into the store with guns drawn. Damien slid down behind the rack and slipped to the back room, motioning to the man behind the counter. The guy made no sound about him being there. He simply started to complie with the men pointing guns at him.

Shit, shit, shit. Fuck. God damn it. Fuck. Shit..

Damien crouched down behind the ice bin in the back of the store. He drew his gun and froze, listening to the sounds of what was going on. Fuck. Damien drew in a deep breath. He knew what to do. The cashier drew a gun and fired at one of the men, hitting him in the throat, throwing him to the floor. The other robber dropped the cashier with one shot between the eyes before grabbing the money and bending down to check on his friend.

It's simple, a few shots, get out the door, you were never here. Come on Damien you've shot people before, this is nothing new. Shoot the bastard. DO IT! DO IT! Do it and then you can leave, head to the arena and do your job.

When the guy wasn't paying attention, Damien crept up and put two shots into the back of the mans head and picked up the bag of money. The other robber began to spit up blood and Damien looked at him, before lifting his gun, aiming at the guys head. POP POP. The gun smoked after the two bullets lodged themselves into the guys brain. Damien looked around, realizing what was happening. Shaking his head, money still in his hand. He slipped the gun in the waistband of his pants and took off out of the store, hopping into his car and speeding off.

Down the road a ways, he stopped and threw the bag into the passenger seat, opening it up. Looking down into the bag he realized what he had done and sat back for a minute. He had been a cop at one time, would have risked his life for that cashier. This time, he didn't. He just let it happen, took the money and ran. Damien didn't even know what was going on inside his own head. Was he seriously losing it? Had he finally snapped? Stealing from a deadman?

Phone phone, where's my phone? Must call.. no..I can't..

He throws his phone back down on the seat. He contemplated calling his sister or Griffin. They'd know what to do. Griffin might be better suited for this moment, no need stressing Ally out. She had enough to think about right now. He would at least drive to their house, call them on the way, see if it was alright to stop by. She'd be able to sense something was up. Shaking his head he began to drive again.

Have I lost my humanity? Or am I simply going insane?