The Hidden Stranger

Damon'S POV:

"The boss will want new supplies when he gets here."

"And how are we supposed to get them? All the stores are stocked out."

"We'll find a way."

The gang sat around the small circle of vehicles. I sat on the hood of my truck, listening to their conversation. They were right. The boss will want supplies, but the stores have no available materials we need.

"There's no possible way we'll get them in time," Ben said. "The stores will have them in availability next week and-"

"He's coming in two weeks, so we should have them by then," one of the younger members interrupted.

"No, because we need enough supplies for a month. We won't have all of them by the time the boss gets here," Thomas interfered.

Ben threw his hand up in agreement. "Exactly."

"That's a problem," Gale said nervously.

Stefan, whose car sat next to mine, turned to look towards me. "We may need to call in reinforcements."

"No," I said through gritted teeth.

"We're gonna need some help this round, Dame."

"No," I repeated firmly.

Ben decided to step into the conversation. "It may not be a bad idea-"

"I said no!" I shouted jumping from the hood. "We're not doing a drug deal!"

"They could give us the stuff we need!" Stefan said.

I spun around and grabbed him by the collar. "I don't care."

Ben put a hand on my shoulder. "You know what could happen if we don't turn in the supplies in on time, right?"

"Yes," I answered.

I could get in a lot of trouble. It was my responsibility to turn in all the supplies on time.

If I didn't... I had to suffer the consequences.

SCENE CHANGE

A groan slipped out of my mouth as I traveled up the steps, keeping pressure onto my arm. The gunshot echo ran through my ears. I knocked on the door, leaning against the wall beside it, breathing slowly to contain the pain that shot up through my arm.

"Damon?"

My vision blurred. "Help..."

"Damon, what happened?"

"Gun...shot...hurts...like...Hell..." I said through ragged breaths.

"Let's get you inside..."

I didn't get to hear the rest.

I collapsed onto the ground.

"-Damon!"

SCENE CHANGE

The pain wasn't as bad when I woke up. It was still there, but not as throbbing.

I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. The small apartment was painted black with some pictures on the walls. There was a TV, fireplace- which the fire looked inviting- and I was lying on a sheet-covered couch. I tried to sit up, but my arm started to scream with pain. I looked over to see that the bullet wound was covered with a small bandage. My shirt was on the ground, stained with blood. I groaned.

"Sleeping Beauty awakes," said a voice from the distance.

I rubbed my eyes with my good hand. "How long was I out?"