From that moment forward he continued to work on different skills hoping to change his crap ability to something dangerous, but unfortunately for the next couple years his efforts birthed no fruit.
Damon's body however had transformed, he was taller, stronger and chiseled to the core.
His broad shoulders, large hands and the way he built his body up made it look like he weighed more than what he actually weighed. His locs were longer and his eyes had turned a darker orange.
The sun hung low as the early night began capturing the sky. The aroma of sweet bread and grilled meats swept through the streets of Cape Town like a wave of influence enticing every hungry soul.
"That will be six copper coins Bailey, now don't hog it all down before you make it home, you hear."
A man tending to his food stand said to a kid with pale skin and chubby cheeks. The heavyset kid smiled and nodded while waddling away holding a drink and food in his hands.
On his back was a bag full of snacks as he walked through the busy streets of Cape town munching on his meal, thinking about the snacks he had stored away in his room, for Bailey, It was an everyday routine after school.
First he would stop and get some snacks along with a small meal and head to the orphanage where he would add to his stockpile.
Bailey lived in an orphanage on the north side of town, in all, Capetown had three operating orphanages. There were four, but after the owners perished in a murderous manner one never opened again and the home became abandoned.
"Hey, look. It's that lard ass doing what he does best." A orange curly haired kid spoke to a boy with dark long hair next to him.
Moving closer while keeping a good enough distance, the two boys used the many shopping stands as a cover. They carefully followed him as he became more attentive to his food while occasionally singing between bites.
They ran up ahead waiting for Bailey to reach a section of the street that had little to no one in the area.
A couple minutes later, his food and drink went flying up while a blunt pain dug into his side as he felt his body being pushed.
The two kids rushed him in a tackling manner pushing him into an alley. The black hair kid quickly placed a hand over his mouth while the other pulled out a dagger that was gold and purple in color holding it to his throat.
"Shut it Bailey, One scream and i will cut more than the lard off your ass."The young boy with orange curly hair spoke, grinning afterwards.
The second young boy with dark long hair and green eyes winked at him just before taking his hand from his mouth.
"What do you want Taylen?"
"Why are you always bothering me?"
"I've done nothing to you! "
"what do you mean. You're my walking punching bag. I have to increase my skills, and you're such an easy target. Plus, the strong always pummel the weak. That's just how it goes. Now fight me Blubberface."
Taylen grabbed him behind his head slinging him further into the alley. His chubby face turned red as he balled up his sweaty hands.
"I don't want to fight you Taylen. How many times do I have to tell you."
"Then I will beat you where you stand."
Taylen pushed off plowing his fist into Bailey's side making him stumble to the ground with one hit. He then kicked him multiple times while grinding his teeth in anger.
Grabbing him by his shirt... Taylen dragged Bailey further in the alley getting further away from the main street as he could.
"You peasant, Someone like you shouldn't exist anyway."
The black haired kid leaned against the wall watching with a smirk while twirling a small dagger of his own between his fingers.
Taylen kicked and punched Bailey until blood was smeared over his face, and a strong musty smell stung his nose.
Taylen nose contorted and his face twisted in disgust. " You pissy bastard. That's disgusting, Flea hold him down."
Heat emitted from Taylens hand and into the dagger turning the tip hot orange. Lifting up Bailey's shirt he began tapping it on his belly. Screams filled the alley for a moment before his mouth was covered.
"Don't be such a wimp, It's just a few burns. Your caretaker at the orphanage has healing powers right. I hear she needs to practice,
I'll be happy to help her out."
Bailey kicked and squirmed in pain trying to throw them off, but Red strings formed around his mouth, arms and legs binding him completely as Flea, the boy with dark long hair stretched out his hand.
"There, that should hold him." Flea's voice was a bit sqeeky, his thin and short frame made him look younger than he actually was along with his child like face.
Water flooded from Bailey's eyes as more burns swelled on him like balloons getting filled up with water.
Resting in the very back of the alley was a teenage boy balled up in a corner with a dirty blanket over him. Hearing all the commotion, he groaned in aggravation before peeking through a hole in the blanket.
"Why am I not surprised, It's Taylen. He's always doing something to someone." He thought.
He pulled the blanket over him more and turned over trying to ignore it all, but the muffled sounds Baily made while being kicked and burned disturbed him. He didn't care to get involved, it wasn't his business,but right now they were disturbing his precious sleep.
Taking the blanket off he stood up stretching his tall frame placing his long dreadlocks in a ponytail. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled in aggravation while rubbing his sunset colored eyes.
Tsk! "Captain Issac is going to lock me up for days after this."
"I can hear him now. You street rat, you're putting more paper work on me. I'm tired of your nonsense. Blah blah blah." He spoke to himself while making faces.
He thought about trying to talk it out with them,but knew he couldn't. Taylen wasn't the type to reason with, he was a spoiled brat that believed everything should go his way. In truth, he wanted to give him a real good beating, or a really hard punch at least.
Holding on to the dirty blanket, he walked slowly down the alley, getting closer without them noticing. The lean muscles in his legs tightened as his steps increased in strength and his strides widened with speed.
"IM TRYING TO SLEEP." A somewhat deep and aggressive voice shouted out.
Looking up, a dirty stretched out blanket loomed over Taylen. The next moment he felt his face being pushed in as a large fist appeared like it had been summoned from the air itself.
He immediately felt liquid gather in his mouth before his body went rolling on the ground. A red energy of string materialized and swirled into a small ball in Flea's hand.
Seeing the culprit, his short frame shot into action thrusting it forward, but flea felt a sudden pain as his arm was slapped upwards and bent down. A kick to his knees and chest sent him down and back crashing into Taylen as he was getting up.
"Get off me flea."
Taylen shook his head violently as if he was trying to set his mind right. Damons punch had rattled him a good bit.
"The hell, who do you think...."
Taylen paused for a moment as he could see a tall brown skin kid with dreadlocks. Getting up, he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up strong with twitching lips.
"Damon Blade, the street rat. That was a nice punch, Lucky shot of course, but who the hell gave a low life like you permission to touch me."
Damon stood tall, while looking at him with a slight smile. He didn't talk much now a days, not to other's, but mostly in his head. He simply didn't care to speak to people unless he had to, but insulting a person like Taylen was too fun to ignore.
"Hmmmmmm, let me think, oh I know. I granted myself permission. It was so easy to decide if you needed some sense knocked into you." He said in an uncaring, but chippy way making it seem like more of a joke.
Taylen fist tightened as his lips balled up, the forefront of his nose twitched and raised up as if he was snarling. Small orange Flames formed around his fist moving wildly.
"You, you think you're funny, I'll burn youuuu."
Taylen jumped on the wall and pushed off with a surging right hook that spiraled with flames.
Damons sunset colored eyes tightend with intention as he dodged the strike. Twisting his hips throwing out a kick, he had a clear and clean hit, but Flea slid in with a punch to his side just before he could hit Taylen.
The strike pushed him back while making Taylen miss as well, and they were now facing each other. The two boys had plastered grins while Damon eyes moved between the two trying to decern their next moves.
"Haaaa"
A small wave of flames swept towards him, and with multiple jumps, Damon evaded the flames using the walls for higher elevation.
He jumped off the wall landing a solid kick to Taylens face, but was punched by flea at the same time pushing him back again.
Rushing back in Taylen clapped his palms together releasing multiple bubble shaped flames that floated in the air towards Damon. They began exploding one by one knocking Damon around like a pingpong ball.
He tried getting out their paths, but got caught by the late impact they created which caused small waves of flames to surge out.
Damon gathered himself after the first three explosions and managed to dodged the rest as he jump backwards. Red strings launched from behind him out of nowhere attaching to his arms and feet mounting him to the ground like chains keeping him bound while standing up.
He pulled against them, but they wouldn't break. The annoying trapping ability of flea was too strong.
"Damn it, well at least I got a good solid punch in. " He thought.
"Hey, I jumped in this fight trying to help you. you haven't lifted a finger to return the favor." He shouted at Bailey who was still on the ground in his own urine watching and too scared to move.
"I,i,." Bailey mumbled.
"Ok, I didn't do it for you, but you can still get off your ass and help."
"You're wasting your time, Bailey's a wimp, he knows and understands he's too weak to do anything. That fat ass has no spine, I beat it out of him a year ago." Taylen said with a grin.
"I can do the same for you, street rat."
A knee to his stomach made Damon curl down slightly. Gritting his teeth he looked back up and was kicked in the face. Saliva flew out as multiple blows were landed.
He immediately began feeling parts of his body heat up, he was being burned with each strike leaving some blisterd skin marks.
Damon gritted his teeth and pulled against flea as flea added more strings of energy and held them in place himself.
He attempted to break loose, but failed again and again as another hit sent him to his knees once more. Flea pulled back on the strings as hard as he could forcing him to stand back up.
"Keep him standing. I'm going to teach him a lesson he'll never forget."
"Well hurry the hell up. It's taking everything I have to hold him." Flea thought as his arms began wavering against Damons strength.
The sky had already become darker, but many white and dark grey clouds suddenly emerged above the alley as if they were conjured. Light rain fell and Damons arms bulged slightly increasing in size. Damon pulled harder making flea slide forward as he continued taking on Taylens punches.
He was hurting, the blistering heat made him feel like he was being fried little by little, but he forced himself to endure it not wanting to give Taylon the satisfaction of his discomfort.
"Ha, I was wondering when you would use your pathetic ability. Your little rain won't stop my flames. Their too strong."
"How about I brand you. Like the slave you are. A second brand doesn't sound too bad."
"I heard you have one on your back. I think it's time to replace it with a new one. " He said taking out the dagger from before with sparkling eyes.
Taylens heart began pounding with excitement as the dagger became hot, his eyes turned serious and a pulling sadistic feeling came over him, but with the rain increasing, it's hot orange color began disappearing. Turning Taylens grin into a frown.
While Damons rain caused problems for Taylen when it came to keeping the dagger hot, it's effects against the open flames around Taylens hands were not the same.
"My rain boosts my natural strength, agility and speed, as long as I am within it I have a chance." He thought.
"Increase."
His arms and legs increased in size again, breaking the red the strings. With his wide spreading hands, he grabbed a hold of Taylen's face and shoved him into the wall while knocking the dagger out his hand.
"You're so full of yourself." Damon said pushing his head further into the cracked wall.
"Raaar."
Taylen's entire arms lit up releasing sparks that flew towards Damons face making him wince in discomfort.
A knee to his stomach and a punch sent Damon back. A strange pulling sensation was felt on his back as more red strings grabbed him.
He flexed his muscles breaking them again while jumping backwards and slinging his head back. Bashing flea in the face. A muffled crack was heard as flea let out a scream holding his nose in pain.
With a spinning backfist, flea was sent crashing down a few meters away, rolling like a bowling ball down the alley.
Taylen rushed in, but with a side step Damon kicked him into the wall. With multiple strikes to the gut Taylens almighty attitude disappeared after feeling Damons increased punching power.
"Why, youuuuuu..... arrrg, Ignite."
Taylen's flames grew larger. He blocked one of Damons strikes and with a burning palm to his side, he sent Damon crashing against the wall head first.
"Unlike you, I have a reason to be full of myself. You're just a homeless oaf. Your parents sold you. I can't say I blame them." Taylen spouted with sparking flames in his eyes.
Damon eyes began to twitch and his rain increased, coming down harder and faster.
With clinched teeth he spun around low to the ground sweeping Taylen off his feet.
"You talk too much.....raaaa."
Damon picked him up by the throat, throwing him from one side of the alley wall to the other multiple times. Taylen head was bashed against the wall so hard, he felt his brain still rattling against his skull afterwards.
Blood spilled from his forehead as Damon grabbed his throat again picking him up with one hand. The veins and muscles in Damons arm flexed as he pulled back his fist.
Swinging forward, his fists was inches away from delivering a point blank powerful blow when a ball of crimson red string that resembled yarn appeared near his stomach. These strings were more vibrant in color and looked to be spilling with force.
Before he could touch Taylen the ball unraveled spreading like a fish net covering his body completely like a cocoon while pinning him against the wall.
Breathing heavily, and coughing. Taylen began catching his breath and composure. His grin returned seeing Damon was completely confined. Wiping the blood running down his face, anger boiled within him for a moment.
"Good work Flea. Let's see him get out of that." He said after clearing his throat which was hurting from Damon's strong grip.
Damon couldn't move or see much inside the trap, the thread was tougher than the last and sticky like a web. It was obvious flea's power was meant to capture and trap his opponents.
Damon eyes widened as he began feeling heat towards his feet. He pushed with all his might but still couldn't get out. His power up from his rain was no more. The rain gradually seeped through the stringy web, but not enough to give him his boost in power.
"Damn, this useless ability. How, why have I been dealt such a bad hand in life." He exclaimed.
"Hey street rat. Can you hear me in there. I'll let you slow roast for a bit. It's time I finish what I started with fat ass over here. When I'm done with him. I'll turn up the heat for ya."
He could hear slightly and made out what was said to him, but that was it. He continued to move around, trying to break free, but it was futile.
" I am not going to be fried like a fish. Why isn't my rain putting out his flames. Rain is fucking water. It should have a super negative effect on his fire, it did with Raya's flare's...Our level in power has to be the reason. That fire bug is just stronger." Damon cursed in frustration.
He could feel the heat at his feet, but it wasn't rising or spreading.
"No, no....my rain is affecting his flames, but his flames are fighting back. He said to himself trying to convince himself his rain was doing something.
"Gavin. You see that cloud over there. It's raining between the alley on the south corner. It must be Damon, he's the only one with that type of ability. Go see what he's up to. If he's into any mischief arrest him and bring him to me."
A Man with brown spikey hair with a patch over one eye spoke. His voice was strong and smooth.
"Yes sir."
"Oh and make it quick rookie. I hope you've studied the layout of the city. If not I will know."
"Yes Captain Issac, I have."
Gavin had pitch black hair in a buzz cut manner with the sides of his head faded. His silver colored eyes focused hard as he followed the direction of the rain clouds. He was slim and looked in shape, but had barely any muscle definition.
Gavin was now a block away when a thunderous alarm stretched across the city. People immediately began running and other officials such as guards wasted no time instructing every one to find shelter or get home.
Gavin's eyes darkened with anxiety while looking at a report from his coms device on his wrist.
Six low matured beasts and nine mid matured beasts had emerged from a blue beast gate swirling above the city.
"Damn, I thought my first day on the job would go smoothly. Looks like I was wrong."