Emerald

Chapter One

-- 20 Years After The Death of Johan Gray --

"Damian" she whispered. She grabbed his arm and spun him around. He was at a welcome home party being celebrated at his mansion. He has been gone for years and finally has returned.

He saw her, looked at her up and down and was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Her name is Diana Sterling, she is the daughter of billionaire CEO of Better Tomorrow Industries, George Calmorrow, also the man who illustrated the attack on Johan Gray, Damian's father. Her last name is Sterling since her mother died at birth and that was her last wish, that she kept her original last name. She has a sister, Genesis Calmorrow, who kept the last name of her father and went away for a few months.

Diana and Damian were childhood friends, he never was so impressed by her looks until now. They are both grown up and Damian is well aware that his annoying, funny, ugly childhood friend has become one of the sexiest girls he's ever seen.

"Diana? You look absolutely gorgeous" he said and hugged her tight feeling her breasts squeeze against his chest.

"You too handsome" she said. "Nice built body, nice smooth hair, well trimmed beard, nice suit. I'm impressed."

"Thank you" he said smiling. "So what you've been up to?"

"Some naughty things" she said. "You know me, I get bored sometimes."

"What kind of naughty things?"

"Some stuff you won't understand."

"I'm a big boy now Diana. I'm sure I'll understand."

"It's not what you think perv" she said laughing and nudged his shoulder.

"Oh" he said laughing and looking guilty. "So speaking about naughty, want a drink?"

"Sure I'd love one" she said. Damian walked to get her a glass of wine when he bumped into another familiar face. It was George Calmorrow. Damian knows that George orchestrated the attack that took his fathers life, and George knows that Damian knows too.

"Damian! So good to see you" George said and shook his hand.

"Oh hey George" Damian said pouring some wine into both glasses. "Just serving some alcohol to your daughter. I must say, I'm extremely impressed by the way puberty attacked her."

"Oh I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, don't get used to it. You do know I'll have your head soon enough, it's only a matter of planning things out."

"It won't be so easy. I'm not the helpless little boy anymore, I've grown up in ways some petty coward like yourself would never understand."

"Loud mouthed, like your father, sometimes. He didn't have much to say as my men split open his throat."

"You son of a bitch" Damian said and dropped one of the glasses. He clenched his fist and was about to punch George across the face but stopped himself. Damian left before things got out of hand and handed Diana the remaining cup.

"What happened to yours?" She asked.

"I dropped it, it's fine anyways I shouldn't drink" he said and sat besides her.

About an hour or so later people left and Damian said "goodbye" and "thank you" as they departed. He stayed with Diana and enjoyed her company a lot. She was a bit drunk however.

"I should go now" she said. They were the only people in the house.

"No, stay." Damian told her and grabbed her wrist as she stood up. "I want some company. I haven't had some good times lately. Plus you know, you're drunk so you shouldn't drive anyways."

"Oh really? Trying to find excuses huh? Well that's sweet" she said and sat down and lay her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer until she lay her head on his chest. She dozed off slowly. He stood up and rolled up his sleeves. He put his hand under her thigh and the other under her back. He lifted her up and carried her upstairs to his room. Slowly Damian lay her down and took off her shoes. He took off his tie, shirt, belt, shoes and socks. He kept his pants because he didn't want Diana to think he was trying anything sexual.

"Thank you" she said and put her arm around his chest when he lay besides her. She came in closer and kissed his cheek.

"Get comfortable" he whispered to her. She looked up and smiled. She took off her dress as she lay down and threw it on the floor.

"Anything else you want me to take off?"

"Well since you mentioned it, yea."

--

"Damian! I saw you looking at that girl outside! What did we tell you? No girls. No crushes. No love. No romance. No friends!" His mentor yelled at him. He was only 15 years old, five years after his father was killed and three years into his training under the cult.

"I'm sorry mentor" Damian said. "I barely talked to anyone and I got distracted."

"No distractions! You want to take out George Calmorrow, or have fun sex with women?! Speak!"

"I want to take out George Calmorrow."

"Now time for punishment!" He yelled and grabbed a whip. "Assume position!" Damian kneeled and lifted up his shirt. His mentor began to strike his back, Damian groaned in pain as it was forbidden to  cry or scream. Blood lashed across the room as his mentor threw the whip back and struck down once more. Damian thought of Diana, his childhood friend, he hasn't seen or spoke to her in three years and feels bad to just leave like he did. But he had to, taking out George Calmorrow and claiming revenge was all Damian wanted at the time. But he missed her, he missed all his friends, he missed talking to people outside of this cult, he missed the world. And he knew for the next couple of years, he'll stay within the same four walls, and stay without any contact.

--

Damian let go and she slid off of him and lay next to him sweating.

"God damn" she said smiling. "Now I need to g-." She knocked out.

Damian lay back and let out a sigh of relief. He hasn't felt pleasure or good about himself for years. But enough fooling around, he has work he had to get to and he didn't plan on missing out. He jumped out of bed. He was going to go to sleep, but his energy was off the charts and he decided to start his endeavors earlier than planned.

He walked out his room and down a long hall into a closet. He pressed down against the wall and the whole closet began to shift revealing weapons, explosives, munitions and gadgets. In the center was a steel gray and emerald suit of strong and flexible armor. He lay his hand on it.

"This is who I am now" Damian said to himself. "I'm finally ready."