Unstable Serenity - Chapter 7, Lost Hope
Max's POV cont'd
"Wake up, bitch!" said one of the guards harshly as he kicked my naked body. I slowly got up on my feet, and saw that it was William who woke me.
William then proceeded to rip off the clothes that I had provided for Steven the night prior, and threw him off the bench.
"Get the fuck up!" William yelled at the otter. He kicked him quite hard a few times, and then picked up the poor guy by his neck.
The otter then made a loud squeel, and began squirming.
"Shut the fuck up you bitch!" William said harshly as he slapped Steven across the face multiple times, and then dropped him.
"Hey, that's enough" I punched William across his face really hard.
He then looked at me, with his cold, dark grin with the blood drippng down his nose and spoke quietly yet with threats: "You know, if Zarith didn't need you, I'd kill you! Slowly, and painfully!"
"Too bad we'll never see that day" I smirked.
William then punched me across the face, and it didn't take much to knock me over, as I was exhausted. I fell to the ground and smaked my head against the hard, cement floor. I must have smacked my head countless amounts of times since I crashed.
Zarith then walked into the room, "careful William, I need him!"
"Sorry sir, I must have gotten out of hand" William said.
"Get that bitch on the floor back to work! I need as many supplies by today as possible" Zarith was referring to Steven, that poor helpless otter that is going through constant abuse to no end.
It kills me to know that the fate of him will not be a good one, and I won't be able to do anything about it.
"The doctor should be here in about an hour" Zarith said as William dragged Stevens body across the cement floor.
"What about my clothes?" I asked.
"You won't need them anymore, I assure you!" Zarith replied.
The dragon then proceeded to cuff me, and as he did, William kept yelling at Steven, he kicked him and beat him infront of us until the poor guy stumbled onto his feet.
"I'm not going to fucking drag your ass everywhere now am I!?" He yelled in the otter's ear.
Steven was bleeding lightly from the beating that he got this morning. But William still wasn't satisifed, so he ripped off Steven's clothes completely. The poor guy had to have been extremely embarrassed.
"You know what little bitch?" William said "You don't need to wear anything, you don't deserve it you slacker! Now, fucking get to work!" He slapped Steven upside the head.
Zarith was completely okay with this, and I was not. I was restrained and powerless, there was nothing that I could possibly do to help him.
William then kicked the otter in the direction that he wanted him to go in "move, bitch! Come on, walk faster!" his voice became fainter as he yelled at Steven to walk faster down the hallway.
Zarith laughed, "you see, you got him in trouble, if you hadn't have tried to pull that little stunt yesterday, then maybe he would be dead and wouldn't have to worry about suffering another day!"
I remained quiet, as my words would only be spoken in vain.
Zarith made me walk over to one of the many torture rooms. Inside the room lay two tables, and a two chairs. The tables were probably going to be used as operting tables, and the chairs were probably for Zarith and his son.
"Why don't you sit down right here and await your doom?" Zarith said.
I was then seated in one of the wooden chairs that were in the room. Zarith then left the room and shut the door behind him.
Zarith's POV
I had to talk to William about something, he's such a hard worker and I think he deserves to be recognized for it.
Before walking over to my factory, I locked the door that my American prisoner was inside of. Inside, were my slaves hard at work, it took me a good minute before I could find William, who was watching over that little otter work like a hawk. As I approached William, I could hear him taunting the otter.
"You better not fucking slack off again you little bitch!" William yelled in the otter's ear.
"William! It's good to see you're hard at work, I need to talk to you for a bit. Come with me!" I said.
William happily followed me outside of the busy factory.
"Something you need sir?" He asked.
"Actually, it's more like is there something you need" I stated.
"What?" William was confused at my statement.
"Well, you see, you've been a hard worker and I would just like to see what I can reward you with" I stated.
"Well, there is one thing..." He began.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, you know the little otter that we have?" He smirked.
"You want me to give you one of my slaves?" I asked.
"Just the otter" William replied.
"What's so special about him?" I asked.
"I just feel the need to take out my anger on something, you know?" He replied.
"Alright, you can have him, I'm not keeping these slaves for much longer after we're done here. The longer we stay, the more vulnerable we are. I was planning on disposing them by next week" I stated.
"We're getting rid of them next week?" He asked.
"Except the otter, since you like him so much" I replied.
"I don't like him per se, just what I can use him for" he said.
"Whatever floats your boat! I'm still waiting on the doctors to arrive so I can begin the organ transplant" I said.
"I'm sure they'll be here sir," he replied.
"You're dismissed, William" I gestured.
"See you later, sir" he replied, and then dissapeared back into the factory.
Then I saw a truck enter the compound, and my guards immediately swarmed it. The rear doors to the truck then opened, and my son, Charlie walked right out.
Charlie was wearing a Russian military uniform, and I always thought that he looked smark in it. He held a stolen Israeli M-16 assault rifle in his hand.
"How was your trip son?" I hugged him tight.
"It was good dad, we blew up the car like you asked" He replied.
"Good... Very good" I said.
We then broke up our hug and slowly walked over my private building.
"When will my doctors be here dad? I don't know how much longer I am going to last" he said.
"You will last longer than me, I promise you!" I spoke optimistically. "You're doctors are running a little late, but the donor is inside waiting, so why don't you just go in our private quarters and let off a bit of steam. You also look like you could eat something, but not too much! You have yet to be operated on!" I told him.
"Yes dad, I know!" he said.
My son Charlie then walked inside my private building, and I just stood here waiting for the doctors to show up.
One of the guards approached me and spoke: "Sir, the doctors said that they're going to be another ten minutes."
"I can wait for ten minutes, thank-you!" I replied.
I walked myself inside my own building, the most important building on the lot, which had the most guards around it and the most protection.
"Son, today is just going to be another day for you. I promise, you'll do just fine." I tried comforting him.
"Dad, is he healthy? I really don't want someone's heart who's out of shape and not fit for me" he pondered.
"He's a dragon, just like you, and he has your matching blood type, so it's all fine!" I happily replied.
"Tell me he's not a smoker..." Charlie said.
"That mostly affects the lungs, Charlie. But no, I can assure you he does not smoke. I've fought smokers before, and compared to him, he's no smoker that's for sure!"
"I'm just nervous that's all" he said.
"Don't worry, you'll be put to sleep for a few hours, and then you'll wake up and just take it easy for a day or two, and then you won't even know it!" I enthusiastically stated.
"Well, I guess..." He dazed off.
Suddenly I heard the sound of trucks entering the compound, and so I rushed out the door to see if my doctors had arrived, and they did.
"Son, come here! Let's go they're here!" I said with excitement.
Charlie then quickly walked out the door.
"So... You ready?" I asked one of the doctors.
"Yeah, sorry we're late. We just came back from Moscow. I'm doctor Evgeni Dicodravvo, and this is my assistant doctor Bruce Visvavik" a griffon doctor introduced himself.
"Alright, this is my son, Charlie" I patted his shoulder "he is the one who needs the transplant."
"Just show us where to go and we'll get set up!" The griffon said.
The two doctors and my son followed me into one of the torture rooms, and I then strapped my American donor to one of the tables.
"I never got your name" I said to him.
"That's because I didn't give it" he shot back.
"Well, I guess I'll never know the name of the hero who saved my son's life. Too bad" I said sarcastically.
I had to uncuff him before I could strap down his arms, legs and torso to the table.
"He looks pretty rough, are you sure he's fit enough for me?" Charlie asked as he was slowly removed his clothes.
"He'll be just fine!" I replied "he's rough on the outside, but not on the inside! You'll be okay!"
Charlie gave me a look of uncertainty, and then climbed onto the other table.
"We're all ready! We just need a place to wash up good!" Evgeni said.
"There's a bathroom you can wash in at the end of the hall" I pointed out.
After a few minutes passed, the two doctors returned and got themselves ready. They hooked up oxygen to my American donor and to my son, and then they injected both of them with something that made them both go to sleep.
"Good night!" I spoke softly to the dragon.
"Sir, we cannot have you or anyone else in the room during the transplant, it's unhealthy" the younger doctor said.
"That's alright, I can leave now" I then quickly and quietly left the room.
I was walking down the hallway of the building that I was in, and then I suddenly heard a loud bang, and it shook the ground. I then could hear yelling and screaming.
I rushed outside to see what the hell was going on, and I saw that my private building was decimated to the ground and engulfed in flames.
My guards were yelling and screaming and firing their rifles in the air. Above me I could see a fighter jet roar ahead as it passed us, it must have been going extremely fast. I could also hear the sound of helicopters headed my way.