The Dragoness Backstory: Fanfiction

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It's alright. I've posted

It's alright. I've posted them on the Dragoness Fanific Gallery. They are basicly the human me adaped for your book, so could you try to not make me die? Of course, I can suffer. 

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This pleases the Squishy. yesssss >8D

*claps* This. Is. Beautiful 8D Sorry for not commenting much. I missed about four chapters before I xaught up just now :') But it's amazing so far, Ness! Also...I saw my boyo is being the 'responsible adult' of the littleguy gang XDDD

Do you still need a namefor his drago?...I...may have forgotten that... o-o

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Trapped

I woke up, disoriented. I couldn’t quite feel the tips of my fingers, toes, and tail. My vision was dim, blurry. I lay spread-eagled on some cold, hard surface, with my tired, floppy wings draped over my torso.

As silently as I could--why was I so stiff and sore?--I stood and looked around. Where was I? What happened?

The floor was gray concrete, gritty and cold. The walls were not walls at all, but bars. I’m in a cage. Past the bars was a large hall, bigger than a garage but smaller than a warehouse, with enormous skylights letting in dirty sunlight and more cages lining the walls. And in those cages were dragons.

Familiar dragons. These were the missing members of my wylde! This was where they had gone. But the light in their eyes, so intrinsic to any dragon, had dimmed. Their heads drooped, their wings lay listless, and no sound rumbled from their chests. Even a small cage with a few Terrible Terrors remained silent and still.

I couldn’t keep the gasp-sob from escaping my chest. No. What was this? What happened? Why can’t I spread my wings??

I strained my neck to look over my shoulder. Thin metal wires and clamps attached to the edges of my wings, binding the folds together. The wires folded together in a tangled mess in the middle of my back, with a tiny padlock holding it all together.

I growled low in my throat. I remembered now.

Hunters!

The cloth, the arms, the horrid, tangy drug.

So this is where they take my dragons. And now they had me.

Anger roiled in my gut. Anger, and hatred. I couldn't flex my wings, and my head and throat hurt too much to roar, so all I could do to vent was pace, snarling, from corner to claustrophobic corner.

After a few rounds of pacing, a door far down to the left opened, and a couple of people walked out and headed straight for my cage. They were dressed in long white lab coats, and one of them held a clipboard. They stopped in front of the bars of my cage, looking on with excitement and interest.

“It’s awake,” one whispered.

“Yes, I can see that, Avery,” the other replied in a normal voice.

“Do you think it’s mad?”

The one who was not named Avery studied me with a critical, analyzing eye. “I don’t think it has emotions quite like we do. Rather, it probably operates on the basic hormonal and instinctive processes that most animals do. It certainly looks hostile, though.”

I leaped forward and slammed my hands into the bars. They jumped back in shock and alarm. I grinned a feral, savage grin. Good. You’d better be scared.

“I think it heard us,” Avery said shakily.

The other scientist (of course they were scientists, what else would they be?) got up from where she had fallen, dusted herself off, and picked up her clipboard. She scribbled something down as she replied, “Of course it heard us, Avery, we’re literally right in front of it, and it’s not as if we can afford soundproof exhibits.” She sighed a little, as if she really would like a soundproof cage to stuff me in. “However, I sincerely doubt it can really understand us. Perhaps a word here and there, like a dog or cat.”

I continued to glare at them, cold green gaze flickering from one to the other. They could think what they liked; it would only make escape that much easier.

If I can escape…

I firmly told the little voice to kindly shut it.

“Maria?” Avery said warily, eyeing me as I eyed them right back. “I think it can understand.”

I’m a she,” I growled angrily. Not an it.”

Avery yelped at the feral squawks and shrieks. Poor, jumpy man. I bared my teeth and enjoyed his obvious discomfort.

Maria’s eyes lit up with excitement and she wrote furiously on her clipboard. “Fascinating…” she murmured. “Despite having more sapien vocal chords, it can imitate the sounds of a true dragon. Then again, it already exhibits imitating behavior; just look at its clothes...”

I ignored the idiot genius.Why are you just sitting there?” I called out to the other caged, trapped dragons. Why don’t you try and fight? Don’t you want to be free? I desperately poured all my anger into my voice. If I was angry, then I had no room for fear.

“There is no point, little Draconian,” rumbled a familiar voice.

I snapped around to look to my right and up; there he was, across the warehouse, in a cage far larger than mine. Oak?”

We all fought too,” Oak growled. He looked tired. His fur was matted and stuck up in strange places. His ears drooped, and when he lifted his head his eyes were dull, listless. Every new one still has their spark. But you will lose it, just like they have.” He gestured minutely with a wing to the other lifeless dragons, who watched our conversation with detached interest. You have seen what it is to be free at the hands of humans. Now you will see what it means to be caged.”

The words hit hard into my chest with the force of a ten-ton semi. Fear bolted down my spine; I slammed my hands into the bars again with a desperate No!” I couldn’t be caged, this couldn’t be how it ended. I refused to believe that I would wither here, like a flower without sun, wither and never feel the sky.

“Whoa,” Avery breathed, forgetting his caution. “Maria, are you getting this? They’re communicating! Maybe they have their own language, like dolphins or chimpanzees!”

SHUT UP!” I roared.

The air seemed to suck away, leaving a hollow vacuum of silence.

“It seems to be getting agitated,” Maria said at last. “Perhaps we should sedate it again.”

“That would probably be wise,” Avery agreed, lowering his hands from where they had clamped over his ears.

No,” I hissed.

That got their attention. “Ah…” Maria looked satisfied. “As I thought. It imitates both dragon and human noises.”

They thought I was imitating? All right. My lips peeled into a mirthless smile, the kind that always made Conner and Miss Ellen flinch.

If you go out in the woods today,” I sang softly, “Get ready for a surprise.

“What’s it doing?” whispered Avery.

I stared directly into Maria’s cold, dark eyes. “If you go out in the woods today, you’d better go in disguise! For every bear that ever there was, is surely there to be. For today’s the day the teddy bears have their piiiiiicniiic.” I drew out the last word until it echoed off the high, high ceiling. A promise, hidden in song, to those that dared to hunt humanity’s doom.

“Fascinating,” Maria said, smiling.

That smile sent chills down my spine. Not because it was eerie or cruel; far from it. Were it not for the clinical way I had heard her ‘observe’ me, she would appear to be a perfectly normal, ordinary woman. No, that smile chilled me to the core, not because it was cruel, but because I knew what it would mean for me.

To them, I am nothing more than an interesting specimen.

“We don’t need to sedate it anymore,” Avery said, relieved. “I think it calmed down.”

“Yes,” Maria murmured absently. “Come on, I would like to show the boss what we’ve found so far.”

I kept my gaze as coldly furious as it was possible for me to do, and watched their backs retreat. I imagined my gaze scorched into their necks and scrambled their insides. At least Avery seemed unsettled.

My limbs still ached, and my brain was still fuzzy. I shook out my hands--all that slamming did a number on my wrists--and settled back into the shadowy corner of my cage. I was not giving up; I still had my spark. I just needed to rest.

What little daylight we were given slowly faded into dusk, then darkness. A few unfamiliar faces came in at sunset to close the skylights, leaving us in the pitch-dark. A low buzz from my left--the main part of the building, I guessed--picked up in volume. Electric appliances. Maybe computers? Definitely lights.

And in that lonely, suffocating darkness, I hummed softly; a warning. “Today’s the day the teddy bears have their piiiiiicniiiic.”

 
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AAAAAHHHH A NEW CHAPTER

AAAAAHHHH A NEW CHAPTER YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NEW CHAPTER!!!

It?! They're calling her IT?!?! How dare they!!!!!

Ness being creepy is awesome, I love it! XD I've always thought that something innocent said or sung in a creepy way is much more unnerving than something creepy said or sung in a creepy way.

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oooh yes creep out all the peoples

I love writing scarily powerful characters creeping out others >:D

And yes, actually! Things are scary to us (horror) because they either are 1) a corruption of what we percieve as representing innocence (dolls, clowns, ghost children, children's ditties) or 2) supernatural, completely foreign to what we can recognize. So Ness singing a kid's song in a creepy way is designed to make people go 0.o

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Yes, do that

She has accomplished her goal, and I'm not even a hunter XD

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I forgot to breath halfway through o.o ahhhhhHHHHHHHHH, WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?! OH MASTERFUL WRITER, WHAT HAPPENSSSSS????? XD

 

If you go down to the woods today, prepare for a big surprise.

For Ness is there, with a heart full of fury, and you will not leave without a scar.

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Nice parody! I love how the rhythm was lost halfway through XD At least as far as I could tell

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XDD I can't rhyme no matter what I do.

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Rhyme is overrated

But what you said was true...0.0

And thank you for the compliment ^^

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It was?

It was?

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Watching. Waiting.

This was a really good chapter Ness! Gave me the chills o.O

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It did? Yaayyy! Thank you!

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Don't steal my venooom!

They left me alone for the next few days, for the most part. Just a bowl of food and fresh water twice a day, and (this was the worst part) emptying the bucket in the corner of my cage. Every time they came, I glared and hissed at them, and spent a good twenty minutes pacing out my frustration.
Really, it was just boring. Hours upon hours of nothing to do but pace or stare at the wall. I tried to strike up a conversation with some of the dragons, but they didn’t seem to want to talk. If they had been there for as long as I thought they had, I didn’t blame them.
Every time a door opened, or the workers and researchers came out and sat at the rickety metal picnic tables for their lunch break, my shoulders would tense and every hair on the back of my neck would rise, as if screaming danger! danger! danger!
I get it, I know, just shut up, I told it angrily.

It didn’t.

It was getting to the point where I would have gladly taken any distraction, just to get my mind off the thought-numbing boringness or the constant hum of nerves.

Well, you know what they say: be careful what you wish for.

Maria, Avery, and three other people in white jumpsuits came to my cage around the fifth day. One of the three I didn’t recognize held a small vial and a cloth. He unstoppered the vial and wet the cloth with it. I caught a whiff of something sharp and acrid, and it made my eyes water.

Sedatives. They wanted to take me somewhere, I guessed, somewhere outside this cage, and they didn’t want me running away.

Well, I probably couldn’t run right now anyway, what with my wings bound. And even if I could, I was still the alpha of the wylde. I couldn’t just leave my dragons there for these people to do who-knows-what to; I needed to get them out, too.

That didn’t mean I had to cooperate. I hissed and backed away from the bars, eyes fixed on the vial and cloth.

“Dang, it’s smart,” said one of the three handlers, impressed. “Usually it takes them a couple of times to figure it out. I thought you said this thing just looks human.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Maria said confidently. “All reports of incidents involving this creature say that it isn’t capable of speech, and it never responds to verbal or physical cues. It simply attacks and disappears. Hostile and intelligent, yes, but not nearly as smart as us.”

I rumbled a warning. While it was maddening and slightly hurtful hearing people clearly call me not human and claiming I was incapable of rational thought, I couldn’t stop a tiny, smug smile from creeping onto my face. They still didn’t know, and that meant I had options.

Avery unlocked the cell, and the three jumpsuit-clad handlers entered cautiously. I crouched slightly and flexed my wings, studying their positions and possible angles of attack. None of them looked like they had a concealed dart gun; good. No shooting me in the back.

I waited for the lead one, the one with the drug-soaked cloth, to take one last step.

And then I leaped.

The handler on the far right fell back as I kicked off his chest. He’d clearly been expecting me to go for the leader, even though he had the cloth. I jumped off him, flapping my bound wings to get as much height and balance as I could, and snapped my foot out into the far left handler’s head.

The handler in the middle, the one with the drugs, grabbed my leg and yanked me down like I knew he would. I pretended to fight, using the distraction to take a large gulp of air. When he wrestled me arms away and pressed the cloth to my face, I pretended to breathe it in and tried to remember how it felt last time. I slowed my struggles and let my eyes roll back and fall shut.

I moved my chest up and down as if I were breathing. It was more difficult than I thought, considering my lungs weren’t actually doing anything.

He kept the cloth at my nose. Inwardly, I began to panic. If he left it there, I really would pass out, and then I’d breathe in the drug, and I’d have no idea what they were doing to me.

Then he took the cloth away and I took a real breath, though quietly so nobody would notice. Leftover drug moisted under my nose and on my lips made my head fog and lurch for a moment, so I missed whatever they were saying and doing for a few seconds. But then it cleared, and I could hear them chattering about how ‘feisty’ I’d been.

I forced myself to stay limp and still, not even twitching an eyelid. If I did, it was all over, and they wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice.

Two pairs of hands lifted my shoulders and legs.

“Agh, it’s heavy,” a voice panted.

“I know,” an annoyed voice responded. “It practically jumped right on top of me.”

“Come on, come on, we only have a couple of hours before it wakes,” Maria said impatiently. “I want to run some tests before then.”

The hands picked me fully off the ground and started moving. With my eyes closed, it was hard to tell exactly where we were going. For a disorienting moment, it felt like I was suspended in blackness, with shuffling noises jostling me around. But then the moment passed, and I felt us move through a doorway. The mildly warm and humid air of the cages blasted away into dry coolness. Despite myself, I relaxed even further.

“Oof! I think it likes the cold, Maria.”

“Avery, did you get that?”

“Writing it down as we speak.”

We bumped along for another minute or two, and then the hands set me down on a hard, cold surface that felt like those plastic examination tables at the doctor’s office.

That didn’t bode well.

“Excellent, thank you,” Maria’s voice said. She sounded excited. “Please be back an hour and a half so that it can be moved back into the cage before it wakes.”

Three voices murmured and three sets of legs shuffled off and away.

“Now!” Maria clapped her hands together. “Avery, which test should we do first?”

“Well, first we need to collect samples,” Avery reminded her. “Right now it’s probably best to get blood, saliva, and tears. Once we have those we can run more comprehensive DNA tests.”

“Oh, yes,” Maria nodded. “I am very interested in seeing just how similar its DNA is to a dragon’s or a censored sapien’s.”

“We really need to come up with a Latin name for dragon,” Avery muttered. “It just sounds so unprofessional to say ‘dragon’ all the time.”

I took the moment to carefully, carefully, crack open my eyelids just a hair to observe my surroundings.

It really did look extraordinarily like a doctor’s office. Long, white, fluorescent lights lit the room and the small metal cabinets lining the wall next to the door. Various small beakers and clipboards of notes scattered on top of the cabinets, and a few of those strange electric tools the doctors use to examine you attached to the walls.

Then Maria moved into my view and I hurriedly closed my eyes again. 

A wet, absolutely freezing cotton ball swabbed across my forearm. Then a large needle pierced into my skin.

I didn’t cry out, but how I wanted to.

That’s MY blood!

The needle stayed there for more than five seconds, and I could feel the sickening tug as it drained my blood.

“That from a vein?,” Avery asked.

“Yes.”

“Take some arterial blood, to compare the oxygen levels. Some of the dragons have really high oxygen levels; I wanna see if she’s the same.”

“She?” Maria sounded interested. “Should we really be assigning it a gender?”

I could practically hear Avery’s shrug. “It seems to have a lot of human characteristics, and those characteristics look female.”

“Very well, if you’ll write that down.” 

A second needle pierced my skin, and this time the blood pumped faster. Cool, gentle hands efficiently pressed another cotton swab to the entry point and wrapped a cloth around it to keep in place.

She potentially does have similar blood properties to dragons. Already I’m noticing considerably more bruising than would be normal in a human.”

“Really?” Maria’s voice echoed, intrigued. “We’ll have to test that--but next time.”

Maria and Avery proceeded to take the rest of their ‘samples’. They opened my mouth and swabbed it (the cotton tasted musty and left tiny strings clinging to my tongue) for saliva, exclaiming over how my canines seemed particularly pointed (that wasn’t part of being a Draconian, that was just me). 

Then they carefully lifted an eyelid and let it tear up. Then they took a smaller swab and dipped it into the pooled liquid. It was all I could do not to blink my second eyelid to filter the sudden light and block the swab.

Finally, they were done with the swabbing, but they were not done prodding. They undid the wing-bindings (oh, that felt so good) and stretched them out to measure the wingspan. They didn’t always move them correctly, which hurt, but not nearly as badly as them being cramped in the bindings for so long. Then they examined my tail and made conjectures on how the spine, illium, ischium, and pubis all interacted with the bones in the tail.

Why don’t they just call it the hip bone, like a normal person? I couldn’t help but wonder.

Avery fingered the barb and started. “Maria, look!”

“What, what is it?”

Venom glands,” he said in awe. “The reports mentioned that the wounds she gave our scouts burned, or otherwise generated more pain than normal. She must have injected them with venom that caused the reaction.”

“Oh, my,” Maria breathed. “Oh, that would explain so much. Do other dragons have venom glands?”

“Most of them probably don’t,” Avery said thoughtfully. “I think there’s only one or two that actually have tail barbs, but it would be worth it to check.”

“Well, I’d better take a sample of this, then, too,” Maria said, fingers leaving my barb as she stood and moved away. I heard more rustling, and then the cool fingers gently took my barb and pressed it into a surface, puncturing it.

Almost immediately, my venom glands started to open. I panicked. No! If they took my venom, I’d be completely defenseless. They couldn’t drain my glands!

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NUUUUU!!! DO NOT DRAIN

NUUUUU!!! DO NOT DRAIN NESS'ES GLANDS, YOU EVIL HUMAN!

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Evil? No, no no no

They're not evil, per se. Clinical? Yes. Skeptical? Yes. Oblivious? yES. But evil? They don't know how intelligent Ness is, and for researchers with limited funds and resources, they're actually treating their specimens remarkably well.

However, I do agree that poor Ness should not have her glands drained.

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Noooooooo!

This is the one and only reason I don't wish trainable dragons existed! Argh, why must humans be so destructive in their curiosity?? I hate how they treat Ness like she's just an animal...

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I knows...poor, poor Ness...

They're not trying to be destructive. They're just clueless. And Ness isn't exactly flaunting her intelligence (and for good reason, as you'll soon see. Maria and Avery are actually very nice. It's the Boss you gotta worry about).

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Nice? How exactly are

Nice? How exactly are they nice?

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And poor Connor; he doesn’t know why she never came

I can see that those two don't have malicious intent, but still, if only they knew...

Wait, the Boss? Now I'm worried...

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Never fear, for Blobby's here!

I read the entire thing in one night!  This is an amazing page turner.  ARGH, of course I catch up to you right when it is the most suspenseful  D:  AHHH I NEED MORE!  *Blobby turns into jello and slinks down a drain to watch*  MORE!

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Awww, thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying this!

I am trying to write more. Currently I'm a bit swamped trying to sort out all my classes, but once I get my schedule under control I will be posting more story!

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Hey, uh, Ness? Does this have

Hey, uh, Ness? Does this have a fangirling thread?

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Um, does the gallery thread count?

If not, then no, it does not.

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Can I make one for this? I

Can I make one for this? I think this needs one... Please? *Puppy dog eyes*

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*gasp!*

Sure! I'm honored that you think my story needs one! ^^

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Tomorrow... and possibly later today!
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Running is too much work.  *Teleports to thread*

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Greetings, fellow potatoes. I come in peace.

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I am not a potato. I am a dragonblood.

Huh? 

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Young blood, huh? Welcome to the club :)

I am an ancient reader. I have been gone for eons. Know of me, you may not. However, I have returned to say greetings to my author friends, yes. 83

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Thank you for the welcome. *Shifts to Light Fury*

I know of you. I have seen you in Flitt's Dragonblood fanfics, here, and many other places. Is Leader Squishy here?

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Heheh xD Yeah. I did have a spurt where I was literally everywhere xD

He's...In that bucket. :D *points to vibrating, metal bucket*

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HOOKINGTON!!!! *screams in welcome*

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS QUEEN HOOKINGTON OF THE POTATO CULT!!!! You're back!!! I was wondering where you were! *hugs at* How have you been? Has Squishy been good? *eyes the lil brain sternly*

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*screams back but promptly passes out on the floor*

Haihai! *big hugs* <3 I've been silently tracking x3

I've been insanely busy and tired constantly and a host of other things....Oh Squish? *looks at sobbing brain puddle* He's tired. He'll be fine. :'P

I miss you in the pms tho...It's kinda the only place I am anymore :'I Got tired of the public forum itself xD

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Awww *makes bowl of potatoes for Better Feels*

Sorry that you're so tired. Hopefully you can be less busy soon and get some sleep!

I miss that too :( maybe I'll be able to come back sometime

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Trying with all my cognitive might, I forced the flow of venom to taper gradually, so they wouldn’t be suspicious, but quickly enough that by the time Maria pulled my tail out of the cloth surface, satisfied, my glands were still half full.

I breathed a silent and unobtrusive sigh of relief. Good. A pity to have my only weapon depleted, with no real way to get the nutrients I needed to refill (I wasn’t totally sure what I needed, but I was pretty sure a bowl of oatmeal and a few hunks of meat a day was not it), but I still had some left in me.

“Alright, she should be waking up in the next twenty minutes,” said Avery.

The slight quaver in his voice brought me a vindictive sort of pleasure.

“Yes, yes.” Maria sighed. “Pity we can’t spend all our time just focusing on her. She’s so much more fascinating than the other specimens.”

“Same,” Avery agreed. “Her imitating is almost cute.”

Cute??

Both scientists paused. For a half-second, I froze. Then I realized--they thought I was going to wake up soon, anyway. I made a small show of furrowing my eyebrows with a small whine before relaxing limply again.

“Yup, time to go.” Avery pressed a clicky button. “Handlers, room 4. She’s waking up, I suggest you hurry.”

“So we have measurements, samples for DNA tests and a base for possible antivenom manufacture,” Maria said, pleased. “Next time we should probably take some skin and scale samples, just to be safe.”

“Alright, I think we can work that in with the dissection prep.”

“....”

“The dissections we’re going to do? With the rest of the team? The one Boss specifically asked for?”

“Ah, yes, I forgot about that. I’m sorry to lose specimens, though I can’t deny it’s going to be quite exciting, particularly comparing the inner workings of different species.”

I was going to hurl. I was going to hurl all over the sickeningly white floor with its antiseptic smell, and all over the two people who were talking about cutting open my dragons.

It was easy pretending to be unresponsive when the handlers took me back to my cage. Much harder was ‘waking up’ and pretending that what had just so very clearly happened had never really been.

 

The handlers didn’t come back for a week, give or take. A long, tense, nerve-wracking, utterly boring and mind-numbing week. I spend most of the time pacing. My wrists eventually got sore from slamming into the bars, so I stopped. But that didn’t mean my spark was dimming, I told myself. I was just being practical. Biding my time.

It is very difficult to lie to yourself.

I wished so much for someone to talk to. None of the other dragons would carry a conversation for very long. Every time the subject drifted to life Outside, and it got very depressing very quickly. And anyway, it attracted the other scientists like hunting hounds to rabbit blood. Anytime anyone made any kind of noise that they might see as ‘communicating,’ out came the clipboards and the swarming, prying eyes. Miserable menaces. I understood now why the dragons wanted to be so silent and still. I understood, but I could not make myself want the same. Not yet.

Then the horrible, vile, dreadful click of the door opening echoed through the empty air, and a good dozen handlers filed through.

I tensed, preparing for another staged fight.

They walked right past my cage.

I frowned. What were they doing? It looked like they were going for the adolescent Mountainous Stormtail that had gone missing three months ago. But they hadn’t taken any dragons out of their cages yet, so why--

With a sickening thud, the realization hit home.

“The dissections we’re going to do? With the rest of the team? The one Boss specifically asked for?”

“Ah, yes, I forgot about that. I’m sorry to lose specimens, though I can’t deny it’s going to be quite exciting, particularly comparing the inner workings of different species.”

I grasped at the metal bars to keep myself upright. Oh, gosh, please no.

“Fight!” I roared desperately, craning my head to see where the handlers were unlocking the cage.Fight, please, FIGHT! They’re going to kill you!!”

The poor thing seemed to rouse itself at the raw panic in my voice. He roared and flailed, but he had acted too late. The handlers had already administered the tranquilizer, and his neck and wings drooped as he fell sleepily to the ground.

I continued to scream and slam at the bars, and the dragons began to take notice. They shuffled and snorted, uneasy with the smell of fear and the taste of danger in the air.

The handlers dragged the unresponsive Stormtail to the middle of the warehouse floor, shoving aside the metal picnic tables.

Of course, I thought with sickening dread. There can’t be any rooms big enough to house a dragon AND the scientists. Not only are they going to dissect him, they’re going to make us watch.

Once the handlers had situated my dragon in the middle, spreading his wings and extending his tail and neck, the leader drew a large, evil needle from a small black briefcase and positioned it just over the shoulder.

“NO!” I roared, but it would never be enough.

The plunger went down, the needle went in.

My dragon’s sleeping breath hitched, and the rise and fall of his flank fell still.

Gone.

They had killed a dragon--one of my dragons--and I could do nothing to save him.

“I’m sorry,” I keened, high and pleading. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He wouldn’t hear me.

 

 

 

Anyone want to name the Mountainous Stormtail? :(

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:o :(

....Indeed....

I-...

 

How about...Ammil?

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:(

Yes, Ammil sounds perfect.

If you thought this was bad you're gong to hate me very very soon...

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>8D

:D

pfft...you think this is bothering me much?....You underestimate my abilities XD

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All I have to say is...

O.O

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-_-

That... poor dragon :'( Whaaa!!! :''''(

 

That aside, good/terrible/tragic chapter Ness! Hookies suggestion sounded good to me, Ammil.

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He's...not the only one.

Thanks! I don't know why, but I enjoy writing lots of whump.

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xD

Same tho....