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Darryl awoke with a thrumming in his head, and an ache in his bones. He tried to pull himself up, but found himself rendered useless. He peered down and saw that he was strapped to a table, naked. He had no visible injuries. The room was completely white, and above his head was a holographic screen showing a skeletal image of a human. He looked around, trying to shake the haziness that clung to his vision.

How did he get here?

And what the fuck was happening?

He tried to remember, but every time the tiniest glimpse of a memory danced in his mind, he would feel a crushing pain on his skull. He screamed more so in frustration than in pain. He started to breath heavy, fighting against his constraints. With each grunt he only got angrier, and the straps seemed to become tighter. Even though he had no recollection of how he got there, he couldn't help but shake this lingering feeling of disgust. It was so strong he wanted to rip his skin off his bones and throw it away.

Suddenly, a female voice echoed through the room. "You were in an accident. You've been in a coma for a few days. The restraints are for your own safety. You will be released into the care of the Crestwood police department. Please remain calm".

"FUCK YOU!" Darryl bellowed, as he began to try and break free of the straps with more fervor than ever.

A soft hissing sound filled the room, even though it was invisible, Darryl could feel the effects of the sleeping gas as his vision blurred then faded to black, and his body fell limp.

***

Chris stepped out of his room, and was welcomed by the smell of his mother's pancakes. She hadn't made her pancakes since he was in high school.

"That smells amazing, mum" he said as he walked to the kitchen, and Val walked over to give him a big hug.

"I thought you could use a little taste of home after all you've been through, come, sit" she said, letting go of him reluctantly. He sat down as she placed a big stack of pancakes in front of him, covered in different berries.

"Where's Dad?" He asked, looking around.

"He went to go get a few things from work, he'll be doing most of his research from home for a little while. Just until we get things sorted out" she sat across from him. She fiddled with her pancakes, but never ate them. Chris could tell something was troubling her, understandably from the shit storm he brought back with him last night.

"What's wrong mum?", he asked. She gave a sarcastic chuckle, "Really?"

"Yeah, stupid question. What's on your mind?" He could see she was reluctant to say anything.

"It's just... I find it... Odd. You and that dragon. I was up all night thinking about it, i just couldn't wrap my head around it. I mean, why? What's your relationship with him? Are... Are you guys... Romantically invested in each other?"

Chris' breath caught in his throat. His heart began to beat out of his chest and he started to get sweaty. "N.. No, it's just.. I don't know. We just got along. We're just friends. I was freaked out in the beginning, too. But, who wouldn't want to be friends with a dragon? Right?"

Val knew her son almost better than he knew himself, she fed him, raised him, and she knew when he was lieing. She didn't push it, she figured Chris would approach her when he was ready. She was a little hurt that Chris didn't think she could handle it, or that he didn't feel comfortable enough to be open with her. It made her worry even more. The implications alone were going to keep her up at night. There was a knock on the door, and Chris let out a visible sigh of relief. He got up and opened the door, to be greeted by Detective Carter putting out a cigarette under his foot.

"Chris" he nodded towards him.

Chris looked behind the detective, on the lookout for that weasel Anguis. "Detective Carter, i wasn't expecting you so soon. I thought you'd at least give me the morning with my parents considering everything that's going on, including your little interrogation".

"Who's at the door?" Val could be heard in the background. Carter looked passed Chris and met the scorn of a protective mother. "Sorry about the Dr, he can be a bit... Extravagant. May i come in?"

Val stormed to the door and pushed Chris out of the way "You most certainly can not! How dare you even show your face after what you put my boy through! Did you ever think he was a victim in this? He's just a boy! You people are supposed to protect us, our family has lived in Crestwood for generations and-"

"Mum, it's okay. We knew this was going to happen eventually. Let's not make it any harder. Let him in"

Val looked at Chris sternly, and back to Carter. Begrudgingly, she opened the door wider and let him inside. They sat in the lounge and Val was right next to Chris, ready to do whatever she needed to do to keep him safe. "I know a lot has happened, but you need to understand exactly what you've got yourself into", Carter began.

"He hasn't got himself into anything, he was attacked for Christ sake! It's not like he broke the law!" Val shouted, and Chris put a hand on her arm, gesturing to let Carter finish.

The Detective continued, "It's not just about laws. You have to understand, your son is the only human to be taken into Dragon City for that long, and let alone have relations other than political to a dragon. That has never been seen before, and it's understandably a serious interest for us. Not to mention that he was implicated in the biggest dragon-human massacre since the touchdown riots".

"That was not his fault! If you were doing your job properly these criminal hunters would be locked up and we wouldn't be in this mess. What do you want from us?" Val said, becoming more agitated with each word the Detective spoke.

"Co-operation. We just want Chris to be truthful about what happened, and we want to know why the dragons specifically took him in. He is the only connection we have right now to that dragon, and we just need to understand the situation more. There have been thousands of people, millions even, trying to get access to their medical technologies. For all we know they have the cure for cancer. We think the best course of action is to take you and your family to a private facility we have. If this gets out, it's going to raise a lot of questions. A lot of people are going to be angry, at the dragons and more so at Chris. They can't do anything to the dragons, but they can to Chris. It'll be the best thing for your safety." Carter stopped to read both of their reactions.

"Bullshit" Val said. Chris never heard his mother swear. "That just sounds like an easier way to control us, and even silence us. We will not be used as pawns in your political war" Val was ready to throw the Detective out.

"Mum, can you get us some coffee? Please?" Chris looked at Val, and she had a disappointed look of betrayal on her face. It stung Chris a little, but he wanted to protect her as much as she wanted to protect him.

"Fine" she said as she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Look" Chris said, "I'm going to level with you, i'm not buying into this good cop bad cop shit, all i want to do is to be left alone. I get it, it's fucking weird, it's never happened before, but i can be an asset to you. I can't be helpful if you keep me locked up and away from Drake. Yes, its true, im closer to the dragons than any other human. So let me help. Do you think i don't want to? Of course i'd want our people to have access to the medical technologies they do. Let me help open a better dialogue. They said they'd give us their knowledge of technical advancements if we helped them, but maybe i can speed that up" Chris didn't think for a second he had any type of sway with the council, but Drake did. Maybe his delusion held some truth. "The way you're going about this is not going to work. Trust me, the last thing anyone wants is more bloodshed, but that is where this path leads. You seem like you want to help, unlike that creep Anguis. But you don't seem the type to be harassing a uni student and his family if you could help it. Is it someone close to you? Are they sick?" Chris leaned towards the Detective.

Carter was slightly taken aback, how could he have known about Tracy? "Yes. My wife. She's terminally ill. Has a few months left, if we're lucky"

"Then let me help! I'll talk to Drake, see if we can work something out. But you have to help me too, you have to get whoever the fuck is behind all this off my families back. That's all i want, to be left alone. I never wanted any of this" Chris pleaded. He felt guilty using his wife as ammunition in his little manipulative speech. Whatever it takes, he thought.

Carter was genuinely conflicted. He did believe in what his organization stood for, it wasn't just his wife he wanted to save. But could he wait that long? Chris made him a very lucrative offer. He didn't even know if Chris could actually do what he was saying. He knew little to nothing about the relationship he had with the dragons, but he did know that Drake was protective of him. That had to count for something.

As Val was making the coffee, she peered out the kitchen window and saw shapes moving in the distance. She thought that was odd, so leaned in a bit closer, and that's when she noticed them, all around the property. They were like ants, moving in one direction, but you couldn't tell they were unless you really focused. Armed soldiers began to close in on the house. She immediately rushed to Chris, "Get out!" She shouted at Carter, placing herself in between Chris and the detective. "Chris, get to your room. There's men with guns outside".

Chris stood up suddenly, "You didn't come here to ask us to go with you, did you?" He said to Carter. "Call it off, i can still help you".

Carter slowly rose from his seat. "It's not that simple, even if i wanted to help, i'm not the one calling the shots".

The door burst open, and in stormed the last dragon Chris thought he would see - Sareth.

She hissed at Carter, "If you had any concern for your men, Detective, i'd suggest you'd put a leash on them. Or don't. I'd like to see first hand what kind of soldiers you train".

Carter stared at her, his hand automatically nestled on his gun holster. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled out his phone, pressed a button and simply said "Back off". He then preceded to cautiously move around Sareth, never looking away. He readied himself to draw his gun at a seconds notice, and tried to read the Dragon, anticipating any move she would try to make. She just stared at him with the same expression, her eyes following him as Carter exited the house.

"No! I almost had him! He could have helped us!" Chris half pleaded half shouted to Sareth.

"Don't make me regret my decision to help my brother" she warned, "To your room, now" she demanded.

Chris went to his mother, took her trembling hands into his, and tried to calm her down. "Just go to your room and shut the door. I need to talk to Sareth. I'll be fine, i promise". Her eyes never left Sarah "W-who..." Val stammered out. "She won't hurt me, she's with me. I promise you ill be fine, I just need to have a little talk, I swear" he placed both hands on her cheeks, and she looked at him with a worry only a mother could muster. She just nodded in agreement, absentmindedly moving to her room slowly. Too much had happened and her thoughts crashed wildly through her brain. Chris watched her leave. Sareth had her arms crossed, impatiently waiting. They moved to his room and closed the door.

"I almost had him on our side. He was going to help us" Chris said.

""Our" side? There is no "our" side. You think too highly of yourself amongst us. Drake asked me to watch over you, and even though i'd rather see you strung up and crucified by your own people, my idiotic brother went and merged with you, didn't he?".

"You're gonna have to get used to me at some point, Sareth".

God, she even hated the way he said her name. "You are to stay here. You are not to leave until we figure out how the hell to get out of this mess that you made for our ENTIRE population! The humans have set up a perimeter a mile outside of your house. They've got surveillance all around. I had one of mine tail your father to make sure they didn't pick him up. I don't know what is taking Drake so long. They haven't been answering my transmissions" she paced his room back and forth.

Chris noticed something on her neck. Is.. Is that a bruise? Could dragons even bruise? There's only one dragon he could think of that would dare lay hands on the high councilors daughter. "What did Alvanax do?" He asked wearily.

She looked at him, and simply looked away, and continued as if he said nothing. She refused to let this human get to her like that. He knew nothing. "I'll be circling overhead to keep watch. Do not leave this house under any circumstances" and with that, she dived out of the open window and spread her wings towards the sky.

***

"What reason do you have to take in that boy, Councilor?"

"The reasons are that of our own. He is not being coerced into doing anything, and the report from the investigation suggests it was a wrong place, wrong time situation, Mr. President. I've heard unsettling things about some interrogations. So if he is no more help for the investigation, and there is no official reason for his detainment, then i see no reason for you to deny this. This is, after all, what you say is a "courtesy call". Spin it as a show of good faith, the dragons letting an up and coming biology student into dragon city. We are also willing to mediate daily visits from your staff to check on him every day. And, if all goes well, we might even consider having that embassador office in here, as you suggested long ago".

"Cut the bullshit, why are you doing this? Why is he so important that you would even consider letting us have a presence on your ship?".

"That is the deal Mr. President. There are two choices here. You permit us to take him in, and we will grant that office, which will certainly help your up coming election. Last time i checked the polls showed an inclination towards a stronger union between dragons and humans, so that would definitely look good on the campaign, no? First president to oversee a human committee inside Dragon City. Or, you could deny us, even though you have no real right to, according to the contract it was never up to you to choose who may or may not enter Dragon City, that was always up to us. And we'll allow the boy to come anyways. But you'll be damned sure i will not sit quietly if you try to keep him from coming. Those are your choices Mr. President"

"Silver, or lead." Was all the president said.

"It's a simple choice"

"Fuck you" the President said, not used to being strong armed into making decisions. "I'll have a draft of candidates for the committee sent to you by tomorrow morning" before the president hung up, he could swear he heard that sly bastard grinning.

***

"That boy keeps becoming more of a nuisance every time i hear of him" Anguis said as he took another sip of his drink.

"Look, we can't make a move on him, he's too well protected. Maybe it's time to switch tactics. He seems to want the same thing we do. If we can get him on our side, maybe he can help us get access to their technologies. That is what this is about? Right?" Carter had to tread carefully, Anguis was a man of power that you did not want as an enemy.

The Dr chuckled condescendingly, as if watching a child attempt advanced quantum mechanics. "Detective, let me ask you a question. If we went to war with the dragons today, who do you think would win?"

"Well, obviously the dragons. So let's try and make that not happen".

"And if the dragons decided, what the heck, let's eradicate the human race once our ship is fixed. Could we stop them?". Carter could see where Anguis was going with this.

"No... We couldn't". Carter felt like a student being chastised by the principal.

"No, detective. We couldn't do a damn thing. This is more than just getting access to a few vaccines and tech. This is about ensuring the survival of the human race. And i'll be damned if some little brat gets in the way of that. If we can't get to him or his parents, we'll get to someone else he loves. Chris has plenty of friends and family in Crestwood, they can't protect them all" Anguis threw a photo on the table for Carter to see. The Detective looked at the photo, his eyes went wide, and threw it back.

"This is sick. Find someone else for your psychotic war. I won't have anything to do with this". And with that, Carter stormed out the door. The Dr smirked, he knew Carter didn't have what it takes. He looked over the photo again, of a blindfolded and tied up girl, no older than 16. At the bottom of the photo, there was just one name: "Sarah Robertson".

***

Chris checked his phone again, still no reply from Sarah. She was Chris' closest cousin, they grew up together and was the closest thing he had to a sister. He tried to get in contact with her, there was so much to tell her, even though he didn't want to envolve her he just needed some normalcy in his life again.

"Come on you ass, why aren't you replying to me". He threw his phone down and looked up at the ceiling. He wondered what had happened with Drake, for all he knew they could have locked him up, or even executed him. Do dragons have executions? There was a tapping at his window, Sareth was outside looking rather frustrated. He opened the window "What's wrong?".

"We're leaving for Dragon City. Now", she demanded.

"W-what? Now? Why? I just got home, i can't leave my Mum, my Dad's not even back yet. Has something happened to Drake?" Dread began to slowly sink onto Chris.

"All i know is that The Senate has requested to see you, apparently they've worked something out with your government and are allowing you to stay at Dragon City. I'll still have a team on your parents, so don't worry about them. Now let's go", she opened the windows wider for him.

"I'm not leaving without saying good bye. Wait", Chris walked out and knocked on his mother's door. He moved inside and sat next to her on the bed.

"How did the little talk go?" Val asked, preparing herself for an inevitable bombshell.

"Well... You're not gonna like it... At all..." he looked in his mother's eyes and could feel her desperation spearing straight through to his heart. With a heavy sigh, he continued "I'm going to go to Dragon City for a bit. They've straightened things out with the government, or whoever is doing all this. So you'll be left alone, but there'll be a Dragon watch over you, just in case anyone tries anything". She grabbed him and started to sob.

"Please Chris, don't do this to us again, we just got you back I can't lose you again" she sobbed even harder. Chris felt a weight in his chest so powerful he thought he could be having a heart attack. He has never seen his mother cry like this before, and it cut him so deep, for one to hear the painful sobs of the woman who raised and loved you was more than he could bare.

"I know, mum, I know", he began to tear up himself "But it's going to be alright, we'll be together again soon. There's just some things that need to be sorted out and once everything settles down it'll go back to the way it was.

"It will never be like it was!" she wailed, clinging onto her son, she held onto him tighter than ever. Chris would do a thousand dinners with Alvanax again just to take the hurt away from her. In one of the hardest moments in his life, he kissed her on the forehead, pried himself off her, and exited the room, leaving the fading wails and sobs of his broken mother behind him.

***

For the second time, Darryl awoke with a crushing pain in his head and blurred vision. The mumbles of distant voices could be heard in the background. He looked around, but was met by hazy shapes moving around his bed. One of the shapes became bigger, clearer, and slowly he could make the details of a pair of golden glasses, and a sinister razor sharp grin.

"Ah, I see you're awake" said the man. He looked like a snob Darryl would have bullied in highschool. "My name is Dr. Ciril Anguis. I'm your overseeing physician. Do you remember what happened to you?"

Darryl tried to speak but his throat was so dry that even breathing felt like he was swallowing sand. The Dr. gave him a cup of water with a straw, he looked more annoyed than anything. "Now, tell me the last thing you remember".

He began to wheeze out, "I was... In the Forest, with my brother... My brother... Where's my brother? Where's my men?!" his heart rate monitor began to beep faster and more sporadically, he tried to get up, but men in a white uniform held him down. He struggled against them, waiting for an opportunity for one of them to come close enough so he could bite a chunk out of them. Then images flashed before his eyes, blood, trees, flashes of black. Men, torn flesh, pieces of arms and torsos danced around his mind. He began to shout, and struggle even more. His memories were tainted, unfinished, there was a darkness in all of them that held no clarity.

"The Shadow!" he bellowed, "The Shadow!". Another doctor rushed over with a syringe in his hand. As he was administering the sedative, Anguis held up a picture of Chris to Darryl "Do you know this boy?!" he asked. Darryl saw the picture, and for a moment he went still. The doctor hadn't even finished administering the sedative, he wondered why it worked so fast. Then Darryl's eyes widened, he stared at the picture of Chris when the edges of his vision turned red, he let out a blood curdling scream of such ferocity and rage the nurses would hear it in their nightmares that night. His voice faded out until his body slunk back onto the bed, either from the sedative or the exertion of his rage Anguis couldn't tell.

Anguis walked away from the hospital room with a grin on his face like a hyena spotting it's prey. "Perfect", he said, as he called someone on his phone, "It's time to release the hound".

***

Chris waited patiently, with two guards standing on either side of him, he could do no more than twiddle his thumbs and wait. The room was large, with a white circular table in the middle, and a holographic of the ship slowly rotating in the centre of it. The door across the table slid open, and the High Councillor entered. Chris stood up, and walked to him. "I have brought you here at the request of The Seekers. Their reasonings I am still unaware of, the only thing they told me was that you were to be protected. At all costs" said the Councillor.

"W-what?" Chris was baffled, why the hell would they want to protect Chris? If anything he's been nothing but trouble for the dragons. Oh God, he really hoped dragons didn't have executions.

"I'm as surprised as you are. Drake is still in council with them, they've been together for hours and I have no idea when they may finish. I can't baby sit you indefinitely, so I will leave you in the charge of one of our scientists. When he heard you were coming on board he was insistent that he would volunteer to take care of you. I trust you won't be any trouble" and with that, the High Councillor turned and walked out of the room, and in walked another dragon. He was dressed in all white, the first blue dragon Chris saw. He was significantly smaller than all the others, with little to no muscle mass. His eyes were a bit wider apart than the other dragons, and he wore something that he had never seen anyone except Drake have in his presence - a smile.

"Ah! So finally great to meet you!" the dragon said, walking over and grabbing Chris' hand, shaking it vigorously and excessively. "My name is Boh'tahn, you may call me Bo for short". Chris was not too sure what to say, he had never expected a dragon besides Drake to be this eager to meet him. But it made sense, Drake couldn't be the only dragon to like humans. Right?

"It's... Nice to meet you, Bo. I'm Chris", he said with a relieved smile. He liked Bo. It was a refreshing change from the usual stares that made him feel like a bug about to be squashed.

"Oh I know who you are! I've heard so much about you these past few days. I also hear you're a biologist in the making. Come! You must see my lab!" and with that he grabbed Chris' arm and zipped off out the room.

When they entered the lab, a blue humming light appeared from the ceiling, moving over each of their bodies. It beeped once, and opened a secondary door to the lab. It was a massive square lab, with benches and computers hugging all four walls. It could have been the size of a small warehouse. About 3 quarters of the floor space was missing in the centre of the room, Chris walked on the metal floors towards the rail that cornered off the missing floor to look down into what looked like some sort of jungle biome. It was misty and an odd odour clung heavily to the air in the room. He could barely see the tips of what seemed like plants pierce the darkness of the pit. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen. The tallest plant had an astonishing vibrant yellow bud on a stem that stood at least 15 feet tall in the middle, around it fanned out green, spear like leaves that drooped a bit forward at the tips.

"He's my favourite too" said Bo, appearing behind Chris from nowhere.

"Hmm?" Chris questioned.

"Look" Bo pointed to the plant in the centre "that plant. He's my favourite. I gave him an English name, "Wolverine" I took it from one of Earth's theatre classics" he said proudly. Chris could hear Shakespeare turn in his grave.

"Why Wolverine?", Chris wondered.

Bo grinned, "Look closely, at the tip of the leaves". Chris squinted his eyes, but at the very top of the leaves, where they drooped he could see a slight shimmer of silver. It almost looked metallic.

"You see, Chris, this plant I picked up on an earlier expedition to an exoplanet that I was surveying. It thrived in a soil that had an incredibly high amount of heavy metals within it. Over a long period of time, when it fully matures, it can absorb these metals and move it to a concentrated point on itself, the tips you see there. Now, watch what happens when we add some external stimuli" Bo pressed a button, and out in the mist ran out a pig. It sniffed around, and as it moved the mist was disturbed and cleared a bit. Chris could now clearly see the bottom of the plant, it had a large bulbous base, which slowly opened wide. The pig saw the opening, and for some reason carefully started towards it. When it got within reach, in lightning speed the leaves came crashing down like a claw and impaled the pig, it was so fast that some blood splattered onto Chris and Bo. The leaves were remarkably similar to fingers, as it dragged the still wailing pig into its large opening.

"Exciting!" exclaimed Bo.

"Wolverine" Chris repeated numbly, wiping the blood off his forehead. "Where did you get a pig?" he asked.

"Oh, I grew it myself. Your planet is quite interesting, the fact that all Earthlings have these genetics are even more so! They're like... Hmm, what's a good analogy? Like Lego blocks for me!" Bo gleamed with excitement.

"Wait, you mean, you've never... Encountered genetics? Don't you have you're own? H-how are you... Gene's are the building blocks for life" Chris could not fathom where to begin with this conversation.

Bo chuckled, "They're building blocks for life on your planet. A good scientist is never stagnant, you must open your mind to new possibilities. Not that I'm allowed to indulge you on such things... Well, maybe some things. Isn't this exciting! I've never had a real live human here before! They always mumbled about interspecies war and political contracts and what not. Here, stand still!". He pulled out what looked like a small magnifying glass, and began to scan the inside of Chris' ear. He brought it back and looked at a hologram screen on his device. Great. They left me with the mad scientist,Chris thought.

"Besides Drake, I don't think I've ever met a dragon so... Well, nice" Chris said in between Bo's scanning.

"Ah, most dragons are just upset that we're stuck here. Don't take it personal. Me on the other hand? I see opportunity in this disaster! I mean, I've never really got to study another sentient species for this long a period before. Besides, humans aren't all that bad. You're quite a complex species. Raise your arm up please" Bo asked, pulling out a hair from Chris' armpit.

"Ow!" Chris protested.

"For science!" Bo exclaimed, with his ever cheerful disposition.

He was a slight nuisance, but Chris didn't mind him. "What can you tell me about The Seekers, Bo? Drake only told me they are a mysterious order of old dragons that acted as advisors to The Senate. That's about it".

"Well, that's about all i know too. Only the Senate really know the origins and purpose of The Seekers. All I know is that from the beginning of our recorded history they've always been there, maybe even before that. Many solitaries try to become them, but so few actually achieve it that in my thousand years I can't remember the last dragon to have that honour" Bo continued to poke and prod.

"You're a thousand years old!?" Chris exclaimed.

"A thousand years young" Bo corrected, "Now, how would you like to be my lab assistant?".

Chris was flattered, but didn't really understand why he'd what an undergrad biologist as a lab assistant. "How much help could I be? I know little to nothing about, well, pretty much everything in here".

"All my other associates are busy working on ways to get off of this planet. They don't really think what I do here is necessary, so they pretty much leave me alone here to my work. It's slim pickings, as they say" Bo even sounded nice when he was insulting. "Let me show you the basics of the lab. Oh, here, take this, I had it made specially for you. It's an oxygen mask in case you fall into the pit, the atmosphere will kill you. I don't really have anything for the wolverine, though, just don't get too close to it" he chuckled.

Chris looked down into the pit "You mean the atmosphere in that open pit, which is, you know, completely open will kill me?" he grabbed the oxygen mask.

"Oh it's quite safe for you up here, we have atmospheric control that won't let any of the toxic gases rise up. Just don't press that button," Bo pointed to a small control panel on the railing "it pumps more of the atmosphere into the pit, so as long as the levels don't rise too much you'll be fine!". Chris made a mental note to not walk anywhere near that panel. "Now let me show you around!" Bo said excitedly.

***

Alvanax stared at a surveillance hologram which showed Chris and Bo talking in the lab. He stared at Chris, his every move, every expression, every breath he took stirred up the most primal of urges within him. Urges to hunt, to fuck, to kill, and not necessarily in that order Alvanax thought. That little spec on his screen has caused more problems than what his pathetic life was worth. And now he's hearing from his ears in The Senate that an order of protection has been put out for Chris? He wanted to rip the life out of everyone in The Senate. Because of him his most trusted servant betrayed him, The Senate would now most probably discharge him, if not throw him in stasis. All because of that one thorn in his side. This would not do, no no, this would not do at all. A sinister smile crawled across his face. "Let's go out with a bang, shall we, Chris?"

***

Sarah heard the screeching of a rusty iron door open and close. She whimpered as the sound of heavy footsteps came closer to her. Dried snot ran down her face as a result of a nights worth of crying and screaming. Her wrists burned and ached with every breath from the handcuffs that held her hands behind her back. She was still in her night gown, her feet were cold and pained from the wet and rough floor. The blindfold was so tight that at one point she thought she might pass out from the constant throbbing in her head. She had yelled for so long she didn't actually know if she could talk any more. "P-please..." was all she managed to squeeze out.

The footsteps stopped behind her. A cold, piercing shiver started at the base of her spine and slowly crawled it's way up. Fear gripped tightly around her heart, the anticipation of something horrible happening to her made her want to throw up and piss herself again. She couldn't even muster energy to plead, all she was capable of was a dry sob and a whimper every now and again. The unknown person breathed heavily behind her. She could feel someone's hot breath tickle the back of her neck, it might as well have been a blow torch. A man's hand touched her cheek and she immediately screamed and threw her weight to the opposite side.

"No!" she wailed, "Please, stop!" she screeched in a high pitch again. Her sobs echoed in the room and was the only thing to answer her pleas. The hand stroked her hair, and she screamed louder than before. She would take the men holding her down in her room again, the way they hit her over the head, threw her half conscious body around like a rag doll, the way they chucked her onto the chair and cuffed her hands so tight she thought they were going to snap off. She would endure any amount of pain to stop this one, deceitfully gentle stroke of her hair. She pulled so hard forward that her shoulders almost popped out of place.

"Shh" a deep, terrifyingly soothing voice said. "I'm not going to kill you". The foot steps walked from behind her and stopped in front of her. She moved back into the chair, trying to face as far away as possible. She heard the man bend down to her eye level, could feel the disgusting hotness radiating off his skin. He placed another hand on her head, and slowly twined his fingers in her hair, his grip got tighter, until he was pulling it so hard she began to scream again. He snapped her head backwards, exposing her neck. She felt the stubble of his beard graze against her skin as his lips touched her, leaving a trail of his saliva all the way up her neck until his nose and lips rested on the right side of her cheek. "The real fun starts when your cousin gets here".

***

"And that's why you don't stick your hand near a Gondulus' loba!", said Bo, as he explained to Chris one of his many close calls on his scientific expeditions. Chris had spent a few hours with Bo, enduring his exasperating tests and listening to his actually pretty interesting stories. Bo showed him quite a few things in the lab, some mildly interesting, others undoubtedly terrifying and a few that made Chris fear for his life.

"This one is all sorts of fun! I call it the little stinger. I usually use it when I need to supercharge some materials on the go" he showed Chris a heavy, flat circular object.

"How often do you need to supercharge things on the go?" Chris asked while looking at the object.

"More often than you'd think, really. Here, let me show you how to use it" Bo grabbed it from Chris, and walked over to a desk where there was a mineral rock in the middle. He placed it on the mineral, pushed in a button from the side and heard a loud "Crunch!" noise. Tiny metal claws had sunk into the rock, and when Bo pressed a button on the top, he heard a high pitched humming noise and the rock began to illuminate and shake violently. He pressed the button again and it released. "See, a few hundred thousand volts later and this little baby is now good to go! Makes the molecular structure so fascinating to observe. Just make sure it's pointing the right way before you use it, even this one will give us dragon's a bit of a shock" he smiled.

It was interesting and everything, but all Chris could think was, I was just holding that in my bare hands. Suddenly, the door to the lab opened, and in walked a soldier. For some reason he looked oddly familiar. All he said was "You're needed in Sec C, Boh'tahn".

"Sec C? What did they screw up now?" Bo huffed and gathered a few things, packed them in a toolbox and started to walk out. "Feel free to look around and make yourself at home, there's soldiers posted outside if you need anything. It's probably best not to touch anything, but hey, if you're feeling adventurous!" and with that he walked out of the lab with the soldier.

Chris thought it was best to just sit at a computer and read. Bo changed one into English for him, and showed Chris the basics of how to use it. He swiped at the holographic screen, beginning to read about one of the many different extraterrestrial species Bo had accumulated in his travels. Suddenly, the room fell into darkness, a few flashing yellow lights came on and an emergency light kicked in, shrouding the room in a dim red light. "Shit, what did I touch" Chris said, looking around the room. He got up, and couldn't help but feel like a child scared of a monster in the closet. Looking over the biome it had a terrifying eeriness to it. The light gave off an ominous sense, the red seeping into the mist only worsened Chris' dread. This is the part when they die in the movie. He heard the door to the lab open and jumped, looking in the direction of the entrance. Visibility was low. "Bo?" he called out. This didn't feel right. This didn't feel right at all. He started to walk towards the door, whoever was in the airlock was out of his view. Why am I walking towards the sound? "Bo? Is... is that you?".

Out of the darkness, slowly coming into sight, Chris saw a flash of red and immediately he seized up. No, it can't be, he thought. Slowly creeping into view, Alvanax stood there with a disgusting grin on his face. "Hello there, Chris" his insidious grin grew wider. Chris felt his stomach churn and sink, his skin became sweaty and his heart raced all within a fraction of a second. Without hesitation he turned around and ran for the nearest exit, but before he could get far he was struck from the back and went crashing into a desk, papers and glass flying everywhere. Broken glass cut into his skin, he rolled off the desk and onto the floor, he tried to hoist himself up but Alvanax was there in front of him. He moved so fast it looked like he had appeared from thin air. He wrapped his hand around Chris' throat and lifted him off the ground. Chris couldn't breathe, and his head felt like it was going to pop. He feebly grabbed at Alvanax's hand, trying to relieve the pressure so he could breathe, but Alvanax didn't give a bit. With one swift movement he had slammed Chris onto the table so hard Chris swear he felt a rib break. He was grinding Chris into the desk.

"So nice to see you again, Chris. We didn't get a proper farewell last time we were together. I did enjoy your company so" Alvanax began to rip off Chris' clothes, tearing through the fabric like tissue. The red dragon's claws cut his skin, and Chris uselessly tried to stop him. He knew exactly what was going to happen and he never felt so alone in his life. Alvanax finally granted Chris a shred of air, loosening his steel hold on Chris. He coughed and wheezed, all the while still uselessly struggling against Alvanax. "I can't tell you how much I'm going to enjoy this" The General said as he began to lick along Chris' now bare stomach and chest, tasting his prey.

"D-Drake" Chris struggled to squeeze out. The feel of the dragon's rough tongue against his body made his skin crawl. Chris kicked and screamed, using every shred of strength he could muster to stop what was going to inevitably happen. Alvanax continued as if his protests were non-existent, suckling on Chris' neck, opening his entire jaw and enclosing it over Chris' jugular. Chris began to cry, this is it, this is how I go. Alvanax tightened a little, then closed his jaw slowly, his razor sharp teeth breaking the skin and drawing some blood. Chris felt his hot breath roll over his neck, and up against his naked ass pressed something hard and warm.

"No" Alvanax said, removing his vice like grip. "Lets have some fun first" he taunted. He dived straight back in, his rough tongue delving into the depths of Chris' mouth, almost reaching down his throat. Chris could do no more but gag and protest in muffled whimpers. The slimy muscle wriggled inside his mouth and he was helpless to do anything about it, he looked Alvanax in the eyes and could only see the feral look of a predator about to devour it's prey. The General stopped, and looked at Chris' tear streaked face. God, he was so hard.

He grabbed Chris by the hair and yanked him downwards, until he was levelled with the growing monstrosity inside his pants. He buried Chris' face in the crotch of his pants, getting him acquainted with his throbbing length which he would soon know intimately. Chris tried to face away, but The Generals hold was too strong, his crotch too damp, wet with pre that right through. Enough foreplay. With one swift movement Alvanax pulled down his tightening pants and his thick member slapped Chris in the face with a wet smack. The pungent musk burned his nostrils, as The General began to rub it up and down Chris' face, coating him in his pre. The slippery log rubbed deep onto his skin, leaving a sticky trail along everywhere it touched. Chris closed his eyes and tried to look away, but The General held his head in place. Slapping it on Chris' mouth, Alvanax warned "Trust me boy, I have a much worse bite than you. So don't even think about it. Now open wide for me".

It radiated a deep heat, and the pre did not stop flowing, his face was now painted with that vile substance. Alvanax pushed the tip of his swelling cock between Chris' lips, and the taste assaulted his senses. It was a heavy, salty concoction of sweat and someone else's ass. Alvanax held Chris' jaw in one hand and squeezed. He'd break his jaw if need be. Chris couldn't take the pressure on his mouth any more, and it was pried open. The long, thick dick forcefully found its way to the back of Chris' throat which made him start to gag slightly. It was so thick it filled his entire jaw, he could feel every little pulsation, bump and Ridge which all found a place inside his mouth. That was the easy part. "Give it some love" the General coached. Alvanax pulled out, letting the wide tip sit just inside his mouth, then he slid back in, hitting Chris in the back of the throat. Chris pushed on Alvanax's hips as hard as he could to no avail, once the general started a rhythm, he could not stop him.

All Chris could see was Alvanax's stomach draw closer and then fall back. He rocked in and out of him, revelling in the wet hotness around his member. In one painful thrust, The General sank a few more inches down his throat, but he did not stop there. Humans could hold their breath for a bit after all. He continued to force himself downwards, against the flailing arms and mumbled protests of Chris. Inch by inch he forced his way into the crying boys already stuffed mouth. He let his head fly back and enjoyed the tight warmness as it enveloped more and more of his gigantic length. He looked down to see tears freely flowing from Chris and a buldge in his throat as he was determined to make his balls reach Chris' chin at all costs. The bulge began to move as he pumped his leaking cock further into Chris' gullet, flooding his throat with his never ending stream of sticky pre.

Chris couldn't breath, his jaw felt like it was about to lock, he had never opened his mouth this far before. The Generals dick was so wide that it stretched his throat to new lengths. Profound amounts of his tears and saliva trickled down his face, his body began to heave, and Chris had a sickening feeling, but even if he had puked, it would have nowhere to go. The general began to pump in and out of his throat, grabbing Chris' head on both sides and slamming it down onto his leaking prick. Chris felt like his throat was on fire, this is not how he imagined himself to go - literally choking on a cock. He could feel himself slipping away, slowly things began to fade to black, and the pain in his stretched throat began to numb, but in the last moment the general pulled out and Chris fell to the floor. He was coughing and heaving, savouring the air with a new appreciation than he ever had before. The taste lingered in his mouth, he spat out pre and saliva as he looked to the floor. "P-please" he coughed out.

The General chuckled. "I love it when they beg. You can't talk your way out of this one you little shit. You're not gonna pass out on me. You're going to feel every second of this. I'll make sure of that" Alvanax looked down at this pathetic boy, and all he wanted to do was fuck the life out of him. He was going to remember this moment for a long time. Fuck what The Senate will do, he had a following of soldiers that would do anything he said. They couldn't touch him. He was going to take his prize. Alvanax grabbed Chris and slammed him onto the table, face down. With one leg, The General kicked his legs apart. Chris could do no more than cry and scream, which burned with every sound from his sore throat. The Dragon grabbed his ass forcefully, prying it apart, exposing the soft flesh of Chris' hole. "My apologies, i left my lube in the room" Chris' eyes went wide, he tried to prepare himself for what was next and tightened his muscles as taught as he could manage.

In the next second, Chris felt the most agonising pain he had ever felt in his life. Alvanax had no intention of waiting as he positioned his heavy cock at Chris' entrance, and in one painful movement broke through, almost to the hilt. Chris could literally feel himself be torn in two, pain shot straight through him like a bullet. A fire burned through his skin, and his vision turned to white with the shock of The Generals throbbing length forced inside him without any warning. Alvanax gave him no time to adjust as he began to fuck his way further into Chris as the screams of his victim filled the large room and echoed through. Chris clawed at the desk, the wall, anything to steady him as The General agonisingly pumped his grotesquely big cock in and out of his sore hole. The General ravaged his prey, and was feeling drunk off the immense pleasure from the pressure Chris' tight hole caused around his girth. The pain was blinding, yet it did nothing to filter out the feel of every thrust, each as painful as the one before. There was no adjusting, no slow dieing away of the pain, it was the only constant along with Alvanax's thrusts. It continued on for so long Chris was beginning to look for something sharp, not for The General, but for himself. Anything to end the pain. That was the only thing in his mind, and he just wanted it to stop.

Alvanax on the other hand revelled in his delight, more from the fact that he was finally getting his revenge than actually fucking this pathetic thing. He placed a hand on his neck, and rocked himself even harder against Chris' body, it jerked forward violently with each thrust. The pounding came in longer and more powerful thrusts. He grabbed Chris' hair and yanked it back, lifting his head up. He used it as leverage to delve deeper into his broken body. Chris' wails wavered with each pounding, and Alvanax took a twisted delight in that, it was music to his ears. He wanted to see the look on his face. Placing one hand underneath Chris he rotated him on his engorged cock and flipped him on his back. Dried tears streaked his face. Alvanax chuckled, he was all cried out. He moved down to where he was face to face with Chris. He slammed into him harder than before, the sound of his wet and slick dick fucking Chris' abused ass travelled through the room. The sound of his cries and screams turned him on even more. Alvanax could see his cock protrude from the boys stomach, pushing it's way further out with each crushing shove. He wanted to go deeper.

Chris looked The General dead in the eye as he grinned and continued to rape him violently. A low guttural growl rumbled in Alvanax's chest. His thrusts became more sporadic and stronger. He slammed his dick faster and faster, his balls slapping Chris' ass with a loud smack. "How does it feel to be fucked by a real dragon? How does it feel to be honoured enough that the great Dragon General is fucking you like the pathetic worthless bitch that you are? Hmm?" Chris only whimpered in response. Chris placed a hand on Alvanax's stomach, trying to push him away. The General grabbed both his hands in response and held it above his head in one of his hands. Chris could see the buldge grotesquely move with every movement. He felt disgusted with himself. With each thrust something grew bigger at the base of Alvanax's cock, and Chris could feel it hitting his hole. The General slammed harder, breeding him faster, the knot at the base of his length demanding entrance with each painful push. Chris cried louder, he knew this was not the height of his pain, he knew it would only get worse. His body couldn't take the knot, it was too big, and the lewd grunts and slapping sounds only made it worse. The General loved the challenge, and would crush his pelvis to get what he wanted. It was time for a bit more leverage. The Dragon put both hands around Chris' waist and hoisted him up against the wall. Alvanax was quite literally using his body like a rag doll and impaling Chris down on his throbbing prick.

Chris' whole body ached, the vertical motions made his vision blurry, he could feel The General almost fucking him into the wall. His body was being used like it was nothing, the horrifying movements illiciting waves of new pain as The General continued to slam him down. Alvanax began to froth at the mouth, his panting grunts spurted the dragon's saliva all over Chris, and he could hear the feral rutting echo across the lab. Then, it happened. With a loud grunt, Alvanax pushed up hard while bringing Chris down with tremendous force, and popped his knot inside Chris which was accompanied by a harrowing scream. Chris held onto Alvanax's shoulder and squeezed, the pain was unimaginable. A fire burned so hot Chris was on the verge of passing out, he could feel the life and will to live radiate out of him with each slap of the Generals balls against him. That did not stop The General, now he fucked him harder, as if he were trying to hump his knot even further into the depths of Chris. How much more could he possibly force into Chris? The Dragon pressed himself against Chris, trying to get as close as possible to fit as much of his leaking cock into him. Alvanax clamped down onto Chris' shoulder to make sure he stayed in place. Blood trickled down the wailing boys chest, and he couldn't take much more of this. Alvanax was going to fuck the life out of him.

"I'm going to give you one last honour before you die, bitch, here it comes" The General began to fuck him with more fervour than before, almost breaking his pelvis as he pummelled into him with a merciless ferocity. With one loud deafening roar, he drove himself so deep into Chris he thought he had ended him for sure, but his screams said otherwise. His balls tightened to his body, cumming hard as he emptied his potent thick cum into Chris' abused hole. Strand after strand poured into Chris' ass, the hot virile seed flooded into him and filled him up to the point where it now poured freely out around the Generals cock. It began to drip down the Dragon's balls and down the side of his leg, pooling on the floor. Alvanax pulled out, jerking his cock as he came all over Chris' bruised and bloodied body, marking him. Cum gushed out out his hole, and the spurts hit him across his face, blinding him. He grabbed Chris by the hair, and pulled him down onto his spurting cock. "Eat every drop!" the General shouted as he emptied into Chris' mouth, shoving his prick so far down he began to fill his stomach with his thick juices. The pressure in Chris' mouth and stomach was tremendous, the torrent of sperm was so much that it even spilled out of his nose.

After his orgasm subsided, he pulled out of Chris. The Generals cock began to soften, coated in cum and saliva. Chris crumbled to the floor, coughing and vomiting up Alvanax's sick seed onto the floor and The Generals feet. His body was broken, bruised. The General stood above him. He rubbed his cum covered foot and smeared it all over Chris' face before kicking him hard, jerking him back against the wall. Chris lay there battered and on the edge of death. He picked him up by the throat again and threw him, crashing into the floor and breaking his collarbone. Chris tried to ignore the pulsating pain from all over his body and attempted to feebly pick himself off the floor, and slowly limped and toppled onto a desk. The General watched him try and run away, and began to walk over to him slowly. The fun was over. Chris was face down and not moving. He smiled at the cum still sliding down his legs. He turned him over, and Chris used every bit of strength he had left to thrust his hand forward, pushing the little stinger onto Alvanax's chest and activated it. A loud sizzling noise rang throughout the room as The General was knocked back, the little stinger forcing a hundred thousand volts of electricity through his body. The General roared in anger. Chris grabbed an oxygen mask and scrambled to the railing, hitting a red button that released more of the toxic atmosphere into the room. He put on his mask as the lab was shrouded in mist, and dropped down to the jungle biome, twisting his ankle on landing. He began to slowly crawl through the mist blindly.

Alvanax struggled to gain control of his muscles, he forced himself to reach for the device, and ripped it off his chest, the stingers metal claws took a chunk of burnt flesh with it. The general threw it at the wall and it shattered into a million little pieces. He looked down to see charred flesh, and a gaping crevice in his chest that oozed blood. In a fit of anger he tossed a desk into a panel of computers, illiciting sparks that flew everywhere. He turned around, and threw another desk into the biome. The mist began to fill the room. He composed himself, and straightened up. "Good, it wouldn't have been fun without a fight" he placed down the weapon that was on his belt, stripped out of the remaining clothes he had on, and with a sly grin, dropped down to the biome floor.

Chris dragged himself as far away as he could, moving as fast as his broken body could manage. He didn't think this far ahead, he had no concept of direction and hadn't a clue where he was going. He passed all sorts of weird flora. He tried to avoid touching them, and even saw what he thought was a piece of pig. The General creeped through the mist, down on all fours taking his time he sniffed the air, but Chris' sent was masked by the heavy atmosphere. He continued forward, with no visibility, even for his trained Dragon eyes. No matter, he thought. He closed his eyes, steadied his heart and breathing, to the left he could hear the ragged and desperate panting of a broken boy. He grinned, and began stalking his way to the sound. By the sounds of it, he couldn't of been 5 meters away. He could feel the heat off of his skin. He slowly moved forward, and could start to see the shape of someone. Inching ahead, he stretched out his wings wide, and with a powerful thrust he dissipated the mist in front of him. Only, it was not Chris in front of him. All he saw was a green, round bulbous looking rock. It opened up in front of him, and before he realised what was happening, the wolverine closed its fingers on Alvanax, impaling him inside it's death trap. Chris heard a deafening roar and a gurgling sound, he peered out from behind the wolverine and saw Alvanax, face down on the floor, with the plants leaves spearing his arms, neck, and one through his snout. Blood pooled on the floor beneath him, and he tried to push off the ground, but the wolverine removed one of its claws from his arm and impaled him in the back, and again, and again. The crunching sounds subsided until Alvanax moved no more. Chris could hear the slow wheezing of his last breath, looking directly into each others eyes as the life slipped away from Alvanax.

Chris fell to the floor, broken, bloodied and bruised. He looked to the ceiling, and the lights came back on. Suddenly the mist began to be sucked away, and the last thing he saw before blacking out was Bo flying towards him, the sounds of Alvanax's body being dragged into the wolverine to the left of him.

***

Chris could feel himself begin to wake. But to his fright, he couldn't feel much more than that. He couldn't feel his body, say for a cool breeze on his face. He opened his eyes to a blinding white light, which was suddenly dimmed by a black shape. His vision cleared, and could now make out the face of Drake, who had a relieved look. His immediate reaction was to grab him, but he couldn't move any part of his body. "Why can't I move?" he croaked out. Drake stroked his cheek in one hand, soothing him.

"Don't try and move, you're still healing. You should be able to feel in a few minutes, if the anaesthetic is wearing off it means it's almost done. I'm sorry, I should have been there for you. Chris, I am so sorry, please, forgive me" Drakes look of relief turned into a distorted face of pain.

"It's not your fault" tears began to trickle down the side of his face. He tried to look down, but could only tilt his head a fraction, he was able to see the rest of his body completely enveloped in a blue gel, his head the only part not covered. He began to feel the numbness ebb away, and felt a warmth begin to rise in his muscles. Then slowly, the gel began to expel him, pushing him to the surface until he was completely free, his body now resting comfortably on top of it. He reached out to Drake, who carefully took him and helped him up. Chris felt like he hadn't used his muscles in years. He stretched out his arms, the only reminiscence of the pain was a phantom memory that still lingered in his bones. He turned towards Drake and grabbed him, curling into his chest, bringing his legs into a ball and letting Drake envelop him in his embrace. He began to cry, letting out the anguish of his entire ordeal. There was nothing Drake could say, so he did the only thing he could and held Chris tight as he continued to sob.

"It's over now" Drake tried to comfort him, "You're safe. I'm never letting you out of my sight again". They both sat there together, not saying any words, the only thing to be heard was the fading sobs of Chris, and the soothing nuzzle of Drake's maw against his head. After what seemed an eternity of Chris' cries, the door hissed open, and in walked Bo. Chris fell silent, and saw that he had a fresh scar across his face. He stood up with the help of Drake, and Bo walked towards him with the smile that never seemed to leave his face. He opened his arms out and Chris let go of Drake to accept him. Bo hugged Chris tight, slightly lifting him off the ground.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I was worried for a bit. I'm sorry for leaving you there, that soldier had me on a wild duck chase". Chris chuckled a bit, it was the first time he cracked a smile. "Goose" he corrected.

"Close enough" Bo replied.

"What happened to your face?" Chris asked, looking up at the scratch.

"Oh just a little scuffle I got into once I realised I was being led on. Haven't had the chance to get it looked at yet, I was too busy fixing the damage you did to my lab!" Drake shot him a threatening look. "Kidding" he said nervously. "The Soldiers working with The General have all been apprehended. I hear they're going to be paying heavily for the part they played in this" Bo said. Drake stepped to Chris, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"You should rest. I'm going to be right outside that door" Drake said.

"No!" Chris protested "Don't leave me alone" he grabbed Drake again. The black Dragon responded by holding him, and sitting back down on the table. He wasn't going anywhere.

Bo smiled at both of them, he seemed to be the only Dragon to actually accept the two of them together. "Can I just say, I was thrilled to hear how you used the little stinger against that awful Dragon!" Bo exclaimed.

"I owe that much to you, if you hadn't of shown me all the things you did I probably wouldn't be here right now" Chris said, returning Bo's smile.

Drake chimed in "That's true, thank you for taking care of Chris when I couldn't, Bo'tahn" he nodded towards Bo. "I'll leave you two alone. I hope to see you in the lab soon Chris! Er, maybe not that lab. I'm sure we can find another one. I'm just gonna go now" Bo said, and walked out. They positioned themselves on the table, and Chris nestled in to Drake's chest, the slow rise and fall of it soothed him to sleep. Drake held him and slowly stroked his hair, resting his head onto Chris'. After a few moments the soft snoozing of Chris could be heard, and Drake happily watched him, wanting to give him more time to recover before he had to inevitably break his heart. The door slid open, and E'ahgna walked in. He looked down at the sleeping boy with a peaceful look upon his face.

"Have you told him?" he questioned Drake.

The black dragons demeanour changed immediately, becoming more hostile, but still keeping his voice so as to not wake up Chris. "I think he's been through enough for one night, I'll tell him when I think he's ready, and not before that" an almost unnoticeable growl rumbled deep in his throat.

"I do not wish any harm upon the boy, but you now know the importance of what must be done. The transformation must be complete. I would like to spare him the hurt, but it doesn't have to be consensual. We've waited thousands of years for this opportunity, you must convince him. For his sake, and for all of ours" E'ahgna talked with a steel calmness, never unwavering in its emotionless.

Drake, on the other hand, could feel the anger rising inside of him. He did not like the way he talked about Chris, he knew he was a mean to an end for The Seekers, expendable if need be. Through clenched teeth he warned "He will not be pushed into doing anything he doesn't want to. And if you ever even insinuate that we go ahead without his consent, I will kill you. You may be able to do it without his consent, but you cannot without mine. Remember that. Now leave us" he demanded. E'ahgna's expression never changed, even when Drake threatened him. He simply nodded once, and left the room. Drake looked down at Chris, and wondered if he would ever forgive him for the sacrifice he would ask of him.