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Devourer's escape

The young corporal marveled at the facility he was being led through. The sergeant's droning voice as he explained what his new duties would be almost didn't register. The sgt led him by multiple different windowed labs where scientists were hard at work on various projects. Some were working on assembling various pieces of equipment, others had specimens on tables they were in the process of dissecting. The corporal pasused, and his eyes widened at the creature one group of scientists was working on. His mind couldn't wrap itself around what it was seeing, it appeared to be some kind of humanoid animal.

"Corporal Smith! Keep up!" the sgt barked at him when he realized he had fallen behind.

"Oh, sorry sgt! Coming!" the corporal called, and hurried to catch up.

"Best not to look too closely at what those eggheads are working on in there. Real nightmare fuel sometimes!" the sgt advised him.

"Sorry, I'll keep that in mind" Smith responded.

"Good, now pay attention!" the sgt scolded him as he continued the tour. The sgt led him through a room with large metal cylinders, some of which had windows on them. Blue lights on the cylinders indicated the cylinders status. The glass was completely clouded with frost on most of them, obscuring the contents within. The cylinder on the end however, only had some traces of frost around the edges, and its occupant was clearly visible. Smith gasped at the sight of the massive purple humanoid dragon within, they were easily over twice as tall as he was. The dragon's arms were crossed over their chest, and they had menacing red horns, and spikes jutting from their shoulders. A shiver ran down Smith's spine.

"What the hell is that?!?" Smith exclaimed in shock. The sgt chuckled as he came back to stand next to him, and peered into the cylinder.

"They call him Devourer! Don't know where they dug him up, but he's one impressive specimen! the sgt told him.

"Devourer? Kind of an ominous name" Smith said.

"Well, it's certainly well earned! A special ops team stumbled across him by accident. Needless to say, none of them came back. Their body cameras were broadcasting at the time, and that's when we got our first glimpse of Devourer. They tried to take him down, but their bullets went right through him. All they managed to do was irritate him. As his name implies, he devoured each member of the team one by one. You can't see it now because he's frozen, but his body is made up of some kind of goo. I'm still surprised they managed to catch him, it must have been one hell of a job! You might think he's some kind of animal by looking at him, but he's fully capable of speaking! From the footage I saw of them speaking with him once they had him here, he actually comes across as quite charming and personable! That is until you get within arms reach of him, as more than one scientist here learned the hard way. He seems to delight in eating live prey. Doesn't chew 'em up though, swallows them whole! Nasty way to go!" The sgt shivered thinking about it. He had seen the footage of how Devourer had lulled the first scientist he had interacted with into trusting him, then once close enough, Devourer had suddenly pounced on the man. The man's screams as Devourer slid him head first into his jaws, the long forked purple tongue curling around the man's waist as he was dragged into the dragon's mouth. Devourer's throat had bulged as the man slid down, then a large bulge had formed in their stomach as the scientist reached his final destination. The sgt grimaced as he remembered the way Devourer's stomach had rippled and bulged with the doomed man's struggles. Devourer then had sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall, rubbing his stomach contentedly before unleashing a thunderous belch. The video ended abruptly at that point.

"Why do they keep him instead of destroying him? Seems like he's extremely dangerous!" Smith asked.

"Well, the goal was to try to use him against enemy targets. He's certainly intelligent enough to understand what they wanted of him, but he simply wasn't interested. They actually managed to convince him to do a trial mission, but the problem was he was just toying with us. Once he was out on the mission, he promptly ate his handler! At that point it was decided to put him in storage for now until they can try to come up with some method of controlling him" the sgt explained. "C'mon, your post is through here" the sgt indicated a door that led into the room next to the cylinder storage room. Smith followed the sgt in, and looked around. There was a large control console with multiple monitors that showed different rooms in the facility. The window in the room overlooked the room with the specimen storage cylinders.

"So my assignment is observation, security team coordination?" Smith asked.

"Correct. If you see anything unusual, your job is to contact the guards to investigate. The good news is the only unusual thing you are probably going to see is the specimens the eggheads are working on. In the years I've been here it's been pretty quiet, other than the trouble Devourer caused. But he's safely frozen, so his days of causing trouble are over!" the sgt chuckled, glancing through the window at Devourer's storage cylinder. "I'll leave you to it. Radio's there, and those are the rest of the security team's frequencies, you met them earlier. Notify them if you see anything unusual, but like I said, usually pretty boring here. The sgt gave him a wave as he left. Smith sat at the console and sighed. Taking this assignment would be a great stepping stone for his career, but he could already tell it was going to be boring as hell. Later that evening, he would have given anything for it to be boring.

The facility was located in a deeply secluded location. Surrounded by forest, and carved into the side of a mountain, it held some of the government's most sensitive projects and specimens. The night was humid, and a bright flash of lightning was followed by an ominously loud rumble of thunder.

"Quite a storm coming by the looks of it!" One of the guards commented, then flinched at the crash of thunder that followed another flash of lightning.

"Should liven up the evening for us. Nothing exciting ever happens here anyway!" the other guard commented. They both chuckled, then gasped as a bolt of lightning directly struck the power station just outside the facility. The lightning bolt caused a loud explosion, and a shower of sparks. The lights in the guard station flickered and went out, then after a moment came back on.

"Switch to auxiliary power complete. Security lockdown protocol engaged. Main site access restricted until director lifts lockdown" a computerized feminine voice announced. The lights were dimmer than they had been before.

"Well that ain't good..." the guard commented.

Smith flinched when the power briefly went out, and sat wide eyed in the darkness. After a moment, there was a loud click as the emergency lighting came on. The emergency lighting was an ominous red color.

"Caution, main power failure. Auxiliary power activated" a female voice announced.

"Shit, this wasn't covered in training!" Smith said fearfully. Suddenly a red light lit up on his console, followed by a warning tone.

"Caution, cylinder 11 has experienced catastrophic power failure. Cryo storage failure is eminent" the female voice informed him.

"Cylinder 11?!? Which one is that?" Smith muttered, peering through the window at the cylinders. He immediately saw which cylinder it was, as the status lights had turned from blue to red. It was the cylinder containing Devourer. He could already see signs of sluggish movement through the cylinders view glass. Smith quickly ran to the door that led to the cylinder room, closing and locking it, hoping it was sturdy enough. He returned to the window and peered into the cylinder room again. Suddenly, the window on the front of the cylinder flew across the room and crashed into the wall. Smith watched in fear as Devourer staggered from the cylinder. He surveyed the room warily, then noticed Smith watching him through the window. Devourer stumbled to the window, and slapped his massive hand against the glass, his red eyes locking with Smith's.

"Hungry..." Devourer said in a menacing growl. He balled his hand into a fist and firmly struck the glass. Smith flinched, but thankfully the window was solid, and Devourer's blow didn't even cause it to vibrate. Devourer pressed his snout against the window, and licked up the glass with his long purple tongue, leaving a streak of thick saliva. The man inside was so tantalizingly close, yet frustratingly out of his reach. Devourer huffed with annoyance, and went to the hallway door. He would find prey elsewhere. The doors of the facility were all oversized due to equipment being frequently moved throughout it, and even at over 15 ft tall, Devourer didn't even have to crouch to pass through it. He peered into the hallway, then back over his shoulder at the man. Devourer gave him a leering grin before vanishing into the hallway. Smith gave a shuddering sigh of relief and collapsed into his chair. Then his training kicked in. Grabbing the radio, he called the security response team to notify them that there was a problem. A big one...

Director Samson sighed grimly as he put the phone back down. Main power had been knocked out, and now Devourer was on the loose. Things would not end well for anybody that crossed the dragon's path. He made an announcement to the site warning all scientists to lockdown the lab doors, and shelter in their labs until the Devourer situation was resolved. He had already previously lost a handful of personnel to this creature and he didn't intend to lose more! He turned his attention to his computer and began cycling through camera feeds. Hopefully between him and corporal Smith at his security station, the two of them would be able to locate Devourer. Though containing him again would be another matter. He had scientists working on getting the specialized weapons needed for the task prepared. His eyes widened when he saw suspicious movement on the camera feed he had just brought up on his screen. A large shadow slunk its way down the main laboratory corridor. All the lab doors were secured except for one that was still open. A door failure perhaps? Director Samson grabbed his radio and quickly radioed Devourer's location to the security team. Then all he could do was watch.

Private Johnson and Parker cautiously made their way down the main hallway containing the majority of the laboratories, alert for any movement. Their job was to get the scientist stranded in the unsecured lab to safety. The red security lights cast menacing shadows in every corner. Like most at the facility, they had seen video footage of Devourer, or seen him through the view window of his storage cylinder. The weapons they carried would at most only slow Devourer down if they were forced to use them. They moved quietly as they came upon the open lab door, they could hear the clicking sounds of Devourer's claws on the floor inside. They stiffened when Devourer suddenly spoke, and somebody shrieked in terror.

"Thought you could hide?" Devourer said teasingly and chuckled as he dragged a scientist who had been hiding under a table from their hiding spot by the leg. Devourer easily hoisted the man up, and dangled him in front of him by the leg as the man struggled and yelled.

"Put him down!" Johnson yelled at Devourer, pointing his weapon at him. Devourer, turned, looking mildly surprised at being confronted so boldly, but simply shrugged and grinned at them.

"The only place he's going is in my stomach!" Devourer replied, then turned his attention back to his prey. He hoisted the terrified man above his opening jaws, and began lowering him in head first. The man grimaced as Devourer's foul breath washed over him, and shut his eyes tightly as the dragon's long purple tongue slithered across his face.

"I said drop him!" Johnson yelled, charging across the room at Devourer.

"Johnson, what the hell are you doing!" Parker yelled in surprise as Johnson reached Devourer, and grabbed him by the tail, yanking as hard as he could. Devourer stopped lowering the scientist into his jaws, and turned his head in shocked surprise at the soldier who had grabbed his tail, and was currently tugging on it. The scientist breathed a sigh of relief, maybe there was still hope of rescue.

"Well aren't you the brave one? Foolish, but brave!" Devourer commented. Johnson gasped in fear and surprise as Devourer's tail suddenly thrashed, and coiled around him like a python.

"Let me go!" Johnson panted in terror, as Devourer's tail tightened around him firmly.

"I'll be with you in a moment! Now, where were we?" Devourer said as he turned his head back to the scientist. Parker could only watch, paralyzed with indecisiveness. If he fired, he would most likely hit the scientist or Johnson. Devourer resumed lowering the scientist into his jaws as the man cried out in fear, but his cries became muffled when his face was pressed to the back of Devourer's throat. Devourer jammed the man further into his jaws, his throat bulging as he swallowed rapidly. In seconds the man's legs disappeared into Devourer's jaws, and just like that, he was gone. The dragon's belly quivered as he rubbed it.

"You human's really hit the spot! Now my brave friend, it's your turn!" Devourer said.

"I'm not going without a fight!" Johnson grunted, as he struggled in the tail coiled around him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Devourer replied with a sinister grin. Johnson readied himself for when Devourer unwrapped his tail from him to try to shove him in his jaws, but was confused when instead Devourer spread his legs and squatted slightly. The dragon's tail hoisted the surprised man off his feet, and before Johnson could realize what was happening, Devourer used his tail to shove the restrained man head first directly into his ass. Parker dropped his weapon, and his eyes practically bulged as he clamped his hand over his mouth in horror at what he was seeing. Parker could just barely hear Johnson's muffled screams as he was fed head first into Devourer's asshole. The dragon planted his hand against the wall, and his long forked tongue dangled from his jaws as he worked on sucking the frantically struggling man up his backside. In seconds Johnson was waist deep, and Devourer's tail uncoiled from him. He was too firmly wedged in to escape now as he continued sliding from sight. Johnson's legs kicked frantically, before they were quickly drawn in down to his knees with a noisy slurping sound. Parker had one last look at Johnson's twitching feet before they disappeared with a final lewd slurp, the dragon's asshold tightly clamping shut as a dribble of slime oozed from it. Devourer panted with pleasure, then turned his gaze hungrily to Parker.

"I would run unless you want to join them" Devourer advised him casually. Parker watched in utter terror as slime covered bones began to emerge from Devourer's oozing flesh, and clatter to the floor.

"Just making room for you!" Devourer told him with a grin. Parker had seen enough. He quickly grabbed his gun from the ground, and turned and ran.

Parker ran down the hallway, his heart pounded with fear and he gasped for breath. He saw the cylinder storage room, and remembered Smith was in the observation room there. He looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened in fear. Devourer strode steadily down the hallway towards him, the dragon's long legs easily closing the gap between them. Parker fired some shots at Devourer, but they didn't even slow him. Parker ran into the cylinder room, and up to the window, banging on it to get Smith's attention.

"Quick, let me in! He's right behind me!" Parker pleaded fearfully. Smith had no sooner begun to rise from his chair when Devourer came through the doorway and paused. Parker saw Smith's frightened gaze, and turned slowly. Devourer grinned at the terrified man.

"Thought you could escape? I always catch my prey!" Devourer exclaimed, and began slowly walking towards him. Parker pointed his weapon and began unloading it at Devourer. The dragon simply rolled his eyes and sighed as some of the bullets embedded in his gooey flesh, well others passed completely through him. The gun finally clicked empty.

"Would you like to reload and try again? I can wait..." Devourer said sarcastically. Parker sobbed and dropped his gun to the floor. Smith's radio crackled, and Director Samson spoke to him.

"We see Devourer's there, try to distract him, the weapon is ready. We're on our way" the director told him. Smith barely heard, he couldn't take his eyes away from the scene playing out before him. Parker turned and was about to run, but Devourer was on him in an instant. The dragon dragged him to the floor, and they were momentarily below the window and out of Smith's sight. All Smith could hear were Parker's cries of fear, the sounds of struggling, and Devourer's snarls. After a moment, Devourer rose from the floor and turned towards the window. He had crammed Parker into his jaws feet first, and the man's arms flailed as he was pulled into the dragon's jaws. Parker continued to slide further into Devourer's jaws as the dragon swallowed continuously. Smith could only stare in horror. Parker's head slipped inside the jaws, and he reached towards the window as Smith watched.

"Help me!" Parker pleaded. Devourer appeared to chuckle, as his long purple tongue extended to wind around Parker's arm, then drag him completely inside his jaws. Parker wailed as he was pulled to the back of Devourer's mouth, then slid out of sight down his throat. Devourer closed his jaws, his long tongue extending again to wash over his muzzle. The dragon rubbed his stomach momentarily, then belched loudly, causing the window to fog up. Smith stared at the foggy patch, stunned by what he had just seen. Devourer wiped the foggy patch away with his arm, and grinned evilly at Smith through the glass. Then the dragon sighed, and crossed his arms as he leaned against the window.

"Sure you wouldn't like to join your friends? Plenty of room for you!" Devourer offered, rubbing his stomach again. Smith shuddered at the terrifying offer, and frantically shook his head.

"I'm quite sure. So what is your plan exactly? Eat everybody here?" Smith asked, trying to keep Devourer there. The dragon considered his question, and shrugged.

"I'll eat anybody who gets in my way! But I mostly just want to get out of here. Which way is the exit?" Devourer asked.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure if I'm being honest, it's only my first day here" Smith confessed. Devourer raised his eyebrows in surprise at him, then started laughing.

"Oh my, what a trying first day it's been for you then!" Devourer said, then resumed laughing. He was laughing so hard, he began coughing, and Smith watched in horror as Devourer retched, then spat a skull into his hand. Devourer regarded the skull briefly, then casually tossed it over his shoulder.

"Devourer! Your fun is over, surrender yourself!" Director Samson commanded where he stood at the entrance of the room. He was accompanied by another man wearing a protective suit, with a large tank strapped to his back. The tank was attached by a hose to a dispenser he held and pointed at Devourer.

"Director Samson! What a lovely surprise!" Devourer said cheerfully as he turned to face him. "Who is your friend?"

"My friend is holding a liquid nitrogen dispenser. Based on the samples we took from you, it will render you immobile, and most likely do extensive damage to you. It would be a shame to destroy you, but if you willingly go back into a storage cylinder, it won't have to come to that" Samson told Devourer. The dragon hissed angrily at him and slowly backed away. The man with the liquid nitrogen weapon slowly advanced towards him.

"I'm not going back in that cylinder!" Devourer warned.

"Then you leave us no choice" Samson said with regret. The man with the weapon raised it at Devourer. But before he could pull the trigger, Devourer made a lightning fast throwing motion, hurling a glob of his own gooey flesh at the man with the weapon. The man flinched in surprise as the glob hit his weapon squarely in the nozzle. He pulled the trigger, but nothing came out, the ball of goo jammed in the weapons nozzle crystallized as it froze. The man backed away slowly in fear as Devourer moved towards him. He was about to turn and run, but Devourer grabbed him, and flung him viciously against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Devourer then turned his attention to Director Samson.

"I'm never going back into that cylinder!" Devourer snarled threateningly as he closed in on the director. Director Samson raised his hands in front of him as he backed away.

"Let's not be hasty now!" Director Samson pleaded, then cried out in fear as Devourer grabbed him by the front of his lab coat and lifted him to his face. The dragon's jaws yawned open, and he began sliding the man into them. Samson grimaced as his face was rubbed against Devourer's foul smelling tongue as he was shoved towards the quivering throat.

"You'll never get out of here if you eat me, I'm the only one that can open the door!" Samson shouted as his head was about to enter Devourer's throat. Devourer paused in sliding the man down his throat, and considered what he had said. Samson shivered as Devourer's tongue idly stroked his face as he thought about it. Finally Devourer sighed, and slid the man from his jaws, and held him in front of him again.

"Where's the exit?" Devourer demanded, his eyes narrowing.

"It's easy, just down that way, a right, and two lefts!" Samson said hastily. But you need my keycard and biometrics to lift the lockdown! If you eat me, you'll be trapped here for good!"

"Understood" Devourer replied, then began sliding Samson back into his jaws.

"Wait, you can't eat me, I just told you!" Samson exclaimed in fear. But Devourer simply continued feeding him into his jaws, and down his throat. The slick tunnel quivered as it gripped Samson tightly, and he was quickly dragged down to Devourer's stomach. He landed in the softly glowing pulsating chamber, and looked around fearfully. The stench that assaulted his nose was eye watering, and he gagged as he held his hand over his face.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm not eating you...yet! Just putting you somewhere you can't escape from me!" Now to find that exit" Devourer said. His voice sounded muffled to Samson from inside the dragon's stomach. As Devourer began walking, the walls heaved, and Samson braced himself against the slick walls.

Director Samson hadn't lied to him, and following his directions, Devourer soon came to a large sealed door. Fittingly enough, it had an exit sign over it. He crouched down and regarded the card reader and scanner next to it as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. Samson was thinking furiously on how he was going to get himself out of this mess, when he was surprised to find gooey tendrils emerging from the stomach wall, and winding themselves around his body and limbs. He cried out in shock when the stomach wall split open in front of him, and he was able to see the exit door controls. As Samson was moved towards the controls, the stomach closed back around him, holding him firmly in place. Devourer reached down and yanked Samson's card from the lanyard around his neck, then swiped it through the reader.

"Voice authorization, and facial scan required to lift security shutdown. Give voice authorization now" the computerized voice informed them. When Samson didn't speak up immediately, the tendrils around him grew painfully tight, causing him to gasp.

"Authorization Director Samson!" he said quickly.

"Voice authorization confirmed, facial scan needed" the computerized voice said. The panel above the controls lit, and Devourer maneuvered himself to line up Samson's face to the reader.

"You bastard!" Samson grunted, the tendrils still gripping him painfully tight.

"Facial scan confirmed. Security lock down lifted. Have a nice day" the computerized voice responded. The exit door slid open.

"Thank you, I will!' Devourer replied, relieved to see the outdoors. Rain was pouring down, and thunder flashed.

"Let me go! You got what you wanted!" Samson said angrily.

"I should keep you inside of me for as long as you kept me in that cylinder! But, seeing as how I'm still hungry..." Devourer said. Samson struggled as he was drawn back inside Devourer's body, the opening in front of him sealing shut. The tendrils still held him tightly as the stomach began filling with acid. Samson watched in terror as the acid touched his feet, instantly causing his flesh to dissolve into a thick sludge. The tingling, then numbing sensation moved up his legs as the stomach acid quickly rose, and he thrashed uselessly in the tendrils holding him. Soon there was nothing left but slime covered bones. Devourer signed contentedly as he rubbed his stomach, then moved out into the storm. He noticed the guard station by the entrance. Perhaps there might be another meal or two to be had before he left.

Smith had watched everything from where he sat at his console. Then he realized there were still two guards at the entrance that needed to be warned. He grabbed a radio, and called them, as he flipped through his screens to find the front guard station camera. No one answered on the radio, and when he got to the guard station view, he saw he was too late. Devourer crouched in the middle of the station, his head thrown back as a pair of kicking legs slid into his jaws and disappeared. The dragon rubbed his belly, then belched loudly. He noticed the camera in the corner of the room, and gave it a grin and a wave as he left the station, disappearing into the night. Smith slouched back in his chair. He wondered how he would ever sleep again without being plagued by nightmares after what he had seen that evening. Also knowing that Devourer was out there somewhere wouldn't make it any easier.