ROLEPLAY HQ - aiding-the-monster

Dragons are extinct... or... so you thought. The sounds of a deep roar could be heard above the ground, if one listened closely enough. Where were the screams coming from? Who was making them? A scaly humanoid draconic being twisted and writhed as a human male slowly pried off several scales from their leg, a sadistic smirk on the scientists lips as each scale removed earned him a scream of agony from the beast. The scientist chuckled as he dropped the scales into a vial of alcohol, preserving the bloody black scales. The gasps and pants of the draconic being filled the silence followed by the sound of metal clanging together as they tugged and thrashed against the chains that bound their hands and ankles to the 'operating' table in the scientists laboratory. "Shhh, silence, my pet. Silence. You know it's futile to waste your energy like this." The scientist chuckled, reaching up and petting the dragon's hair. The dragon turned it's head, snarled and gnashing its large fang like teeth. The dragon was humanoid, with coal black skin and black scales dancing along its skin. Its teeth were large sharp fangs, its nails talons that could easily slash the scientist's throat apart, if only it was free. A large tail was chained to the table as well, keeping it secured from twacking anything. Two large horns sat atop its head, curled almost like rams horns, which complimented the inky black hair on its head. The dragon was attractive according to human standards, but also frightening. "Fuck you, you pathetic little meat bag." The dragon snarled, its voice filled with rage and anger, but also agony. The scientist laughed, only amused by the dragon's emotions. "Now now. Is that anyway to speak to me? After all, if not for me, you would have been killed by those soldiers. I'm your savior after all." More thrashing and roaring mixed with the scientist's laughter as the human male left the dragon to wallow in its agony. Little did the dragon know, or care, that

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another being was in the room; the scientist's assistant... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Quinn's nose scrunched at the word savior as she kept her head down. Pen scribbling out everything the scientist dictated. Swirled well-practiced letters labeled and dictated away so she would be able to give her full attention to her subject. Warm chocolate eyes glanced at the flick of the tail a few feet from her. The knot in her chest only grew with the echo of pain. That table. The same as many others... Stole away easy breathing and common sense. Her foot bounced and begged to run, though she remained still with an emotionless gaze back to her paper. All she had to do was get through the day. Be dismissed back to her room... And she could sleep. Or try to without replaying the sick agony she took notes on. Without any clear instruction, Quinn would sit and take notes as she was supposed to. In hopes she might not be back on the table.

Draken panted hard, his golden eyes nearly shut as his broad muscular chest rose and fell. Blood dripped down onto the table, almost steaming from the heat of the dragon's blood. The scientist turned, his eyes landing on his young assistant. "Ah, Quinn, there you are. Can you collect a sample of blood from our pet? I am eager to begin testing my latest theory. Creating fire from blood." He smirked down at Draken, who simply glared back. Dr. Gargamel Briggen, a former professor at the city's university, until he was promptly fired and banished for attempting to have students experiment on one another. Instead of jail, Dr. Briggen was simply banished down to the basement of the Duke's castle, and forced to create 'scientific progress' for the Duke. Well, so far he had provided, but no one except for he and Quinn knew what happened in this laboratory... and the 'patients'. As Dr. Briggen turned away, walking towards his desk to retrieve a few more vials that he would mix the dragon's blood with, Draken glanced over at the assistant. "Don't you dare touch me..." He snarled, his voice thick, heavy, and raspy, as if he breathed ash and soot. His eyes were harsh and angry, but if one looked closer, perhaps those golden orbs held just the tiniest speck of fear.

Quinn set her pen down with the instruction. Surprised look from the Doctor to the Dragon. She stood, wiping her palms on her black dress pants and going to a cabinet. The shimmer of anger is easy to hear and see. Golden orbs over charcoal skin held her attention as she turned with the syringe kit in hand. An unsteady glance at the doctor at his desk before she approached the table. "What is your name?" She mouthed and glanced back hoping not to be overheard, or seen talking to what is only ever referred to as "the specimen" she began readying her supplies, trying to keep a calm composure as she looked him over. Glossy eyes surveying sheer damage. On that front she was lucky. Her time on the table wasnt very physical. Depended on if she was left with him, she made the promise to herself that she would at least tended to the wounds. Quinn could easily explain that if she got caught.

Draken didn't answer her. Instead he snarled, thrashing again. He eyed the syringe in her hands. He wasn't afraid of human instruments, but the time he spent in this nightmare room was starting to take its toll. He had been hear for nearly several weeks, and his body was scarred and bloody as a result. He didn't give a damn about this human girl, and he sure as shit was never going to speak his name to her. A dragon's name had power, and he would never reveal it to anyone, especially a human. Dr. Briggen returned, seeing Quinn by the table. His sadistic smile didn't leave his face. He gestured to the dragon, his eyes shining. "Go on dear. Take the sample. He won't bite. Will you?" He purred, petting Draken's hair. Dragon leaned his head up and tried to bite Briggen, who simply back handed Draken without so much as flinching. "Tsk tsk tsk, my pet. You will learn not to bite the hand that feeds you soon enough." He chuckled. Draken's head snapped onto the table, his eyes meeting Quinn's for a mere second before he glared at the needle in her hands.

Thats fair She thought and drew in a deep breath. The doctor new instruction left her little room to help... And this was one of the first times she was told to. The crisp meeting of his hand with skin was familiar enough and pushed her to swift action. A soft palm just below his elbow and a harsh pinch later... She had one syringe full. Capping it, she stepped back out of reach and averted her eyes. She could sense and feel what others were feeling... And she assumed this test with the dragon was one for her too. The same savior from one lab to another gave her the same spiel about being a pet... And being a pet was far easier than being no longer of use. Something he called her roomate before she wasnt seen again. "Anything else?" Her voice was low and the syringe was capped and offered.

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Dr. Briggen took the syringe from her, flicking the needle and watching a drop of the dark red blood drip down the metal. He licked his lower lip, his eyes wide with hysterical excitement. "No, no my dear. I am through with you for now. Return to your room. I have some work to do in my office. Do come find me once it is time for my supper." He smirked, glancing at the dragon male before he took his leave, leaving up the stairs of the basement. The heavy stone door that separated the basement laboratory from the Doctor's office thudded heavily before absolute silence filled the air. Thankfully the laboratory was sound proof, as this was a part of the deal he made with the Duke. Draken slumped onto the table, panting hard as he struggled against the bindings, refusing to believe that he was trapped. An angry roar escaped his throat, and he slammed his head back. "FUCK!" @Quinn Fox

A full heavy breath of reilef she turned for the cabinet. A list of injuries already etched in her mind from taking notes. Sensible flats tapping impatiently as she filled a tray. Gauze, antiseptic, any other thing she thought might help. The rising nerves in her stomach held her attention. Maybe she should just go back to her room as she was told to. Worried eyes glanced at the thrashing and growling reflection in the glass of the cabinet. Could she do it though? Go sit with herself knowing she didnt try to help as much as possible without risking the doctors repercussion. If it was just letting him go she'd have done that already. The best worst option. A practiced calm and eyes cast down she turnned with the tray ans stood by his hip. "Can I clean and bandage what I can?" She didnt look him in the eye. Quinn wouldnt be able to keep her tears back... And this was supposed to be about him.

@VaVaVicodin ( totally tried to at Tori)

Draken heard the girl walking around, her feet tapping against the stone of the floor. He heard her getting things off of different shelves, out of drawers and cupboards. He didn't look at her. Whatever she did was most likely less painful than the doctor's torture, and he knew that once he got out of here, she'd never be able to stop him. He saw the way she obeyed the doctor. She was afraid of him. She'd probably cower if he escaped. Her voice beside him jarred him from his thoughts and he glared at her, his eyes glowing with anger. She wanted to do...what? "Do. Not. Touch. Me." He growled, his chest rising and falling heavily. He was still bleeding from his ripped and torn scales, and he didn't care if she was afraid. He didn't care about her. He huffed bitterly and turned his head from her. She had taken his blood earlier. She had been more gentle than the doctor was, but still. @Quinn Fox

She pursed her lips. It was a completely reasonable response. She didnt like touching to begin with. Add to breaking rules trying to help... "Okay." She left the tray next to his hip and folded her hands in her lap. She had... Her hand tilted to examine the thin surgical steel bangle watch on her wrist. Maybe ten minutes before she'd have to leave. The doctors' stool spun side to side as she fidgeted. Toes barely reaching the floor. After looking over his injuries, she kept her eyes averted. It rolled over in her head. Why not just take care of him? Because thats not what he wants... Doc's pretty good at taking everything away. At least if she gave him back that choice she was trying... But sitting with someone in pain hurt. Being unable to truly help... Hurt. Her shoulders tensed and a lump rose in her throat. She remained as neutral as possible. She'd have to leave soon anyway. Hopefully, she wouldn't be asked back tomorrow. A small agreeing nod. Giving him exactly what he asked for was the only respectful thing to do... And Quinn hated it.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken glanced over at the woman as she sat still on the stool beside the table. She merely acknowledged him, and then… silence. Absolute silence. Draken found the silence calming, but also unnerving. The pain in his body increased as the scales were left exposed. Dragons we’re able to heal themselves, but the doctor had injected him with something that seemed to be preventing that right now. Draken felt.. defeated. He felt like he was no longer as strong as he had been, and to a dragon, that was worse than death. He never wanted to admit defeat, or that he needed help. But… if he ordered her to help… “You. Girl. Tend to my wounds. Don’t touch me longer than necessary.” he muttered, his eyes not even moving to look at her. This would be the only kindness he would ever attempt to give.

@Quinn Fox

Quinn got to work without a word. The feather light fingertips brushing his skin o ly when the cloth bunched or needed to be refreshed. A thick grey salve coated and covered every scrape. She had put two different options on her tray... But she didnt care to ask his opinion. He'd get the antibiotic with the numbing agent. Sleep was a rare thing and hopefully that would help. Clockwise around the table the rolling metal wheels of her seat broke silence. Missing scales.. Open wounds with dry edges... She paused at his hand. Nails, claws... Whatever. One had been split down the middle and needed to be wrapped and set. Not that the doctor wouldnt undo it... But had to be an immense source of pain. It also held the distiction of being a danger to her. After a breath she glanced up at his face, thankful he was looking away she cleaned, trimmed, and wrapped it with salve. If the hand was nerve wracking... She stopped beside his head and waited for eye contact. His face also had injuries... But he wasnt exactly thrilled with her. "Face too?" She cleared her throat, a surprisingly level voice surprising even herself. Being able to help... In any capacity made breathing a bit easier. Warm chocolate eyes waited for him to respond... Gaze as neutral as possible. Though it was clear she cared. Too much. About everything. A few quick blinks... It wasnt about her.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken let out small hissed and growls of pain as the woman went along cleaning and wrapping his wounds. The sting of whatever medical salve she used made him let out several large sighs of discomfort. Damn that bastard. Once he was free he’d annihilate that fucking lunatic… Anger filled his stomach and Draken instinctively jerked his head back, instantly, his eyes meeting the woman’s. She wanted to tend to his face? Her voice was level, but he could see how afraid she was. She was easy to read. With a short huff, Draken turned his head from her, but didn’t say anything. He laid still, silently giving her his approval. He could tell that the doctor clearly didn’t care for her, as she was afraid of him and her voice didn’t hide that fact. What had that doctor done to her? When she finished his face, Draken looked back up at the ceiling. The doctor would be returning soon. He couldn’t hear him, but he could sense the bastard’s evil presence. Or perhaps that was just the laboratory. Draken didn’t thank the girl, and he didn’t say another word to her. He just shut his eyes, wondering if he’d wake up again. @Quinn Fox

Quinn didn’t flinch away from the heated gold glare at the mention of his face. It was part of him, and injured… was there really any more to say about it? Each time her skin brushed his the swirl of anger and disgust was harder to keep at bay. Relieved to get distance from his boiling rage, she grabbed up the trash and returned the unused items to the cabinet. Quinn checked her watch, then looked up at the door out. It was tempting… She didn’t even remember what was past it. Thin fabric of her dress pants swished to the door off to the side. A hallway of rooms and cells… still more comforting than sitting with the anger and despair in the lab. Her room was the last door on the left. Stone walls bare of everything but a small bookshelf and a barred window. Tired hands pulled back the blankets and she crawled in. Sure she couldn’t quite sleep yet, she was told to get the doctor for dinner… But the distance from everyone else’s emotions offered a moment to draw in a full breath. She pulled the blanket to her shoulders, glanced at her watch and let her mind wander as she stared at the wall.

@VaVaVicodin

Not even an hour later, a loud and agonizing roar could be heard from the laboratory. The doctor was standing over the dragon male, a pair of bone scissors in his hands. He chuckled darkly, looking down at Draken as he writhed and screamed with anger and pain, his left hand trembling with agony. Blood ran down the table and onto the floor. "Now now, my pet. Don't be so cranky. It'll grow back." He chuckled, holding the talon that Quinn had bandaged in his hand. Dr. Briggen walked down the long hallway until he stopped at Quinn's cell. His smile never left as he rapped on her door. "Quinn, my dear..." He held up the talon, the bandage still present on it. "....What is this?" @Quinn Fox

Just as the quiet eased her into a half-sleep, the echo of Drakens voice startled her awake. Was it bad? Bad that she felt relief for not being present… for feeling that alongside him? Whatever it was. This was the first time she had ever actively done anything without the doctor’s approval. New territory with no idea what might come next. The metal clank on her door elicited a yelp. She rushed to open it, quick to be present when called. Doe-eyed fear looked over the piece in Briggen's hand. A simple question. Another test? If she lied would she be on the table next to him? With no idea what might come next, she stuck as close to the truth as she could. “A damaged talon?” She cleared her throat and kept her eyes on the floor. The most unnerving thing about the Doctor was she could sense no emotions from him. Every living being she passed, she had an idea of what they were feeling… but not Briggens.

@VaVaVicodin

Without a single word Dr. Briggen walked into the cell. His eyes flashed as she questioned the item in his hand. While she wasn't wrong, she clearly knew what he was referring to. A soft, "Tsk," left Briggen's lips and for just the quickest second, Quinn could see one emotion flash across Briggen's face; Anger. Dr. Briggen raised his hand and back handed Quinn, sending her to the floor. His signature smile returned and he stepped over her, chuckling. "Not the talon, my dear. What is on the talon? Forgive me, I should have been more clear." He stepped on her hand with his black hiking boot, pressing down against her. "Now. Again. Tell me... What. Is. This?" @Quinn Fox

Flash of anger barely registering before soft dark waves followed his hand across her chin with a yelp. His momentum dropped Quinn on the stone floor and sent her feet sliding from under her. She tongued her split lip. A metallic taste answer enough. Her shoulder shifted to let her palm flat to start to get back up. Shrill of pain as her free hand instinctively reached for the boot grinding her hand down. Rolling of knuckles and thick black treats drawing shrieks until she could think enough to answer. “Bandage and salve on a talon?” Her voice shook as she tried to suppress more cries of pain. She tugged her knees under her in hopes of leverage to free her hand.

@VaVaVicodin

Dr. Briggen chuckled, nodding. "Good girl. It is a bandage on a talon. Now... I don't recall asking you to bandage our little pet. Did I request that?" He knelt down, still not moving his boot from her hand. His left hand shot forward and he gripped her face tightly, his middle finger and thumb digging aggressively into her cheeks, pressing dangerously hard as if he was trying to rip her cheeks apart. "Because of your carelessness, my experiment was ruined. Now, I'm going to have you help me rectify it." He hissed, that famous grin never faltering. Dr. Briggen stood up, pushing her head down. "Follow." He didn't have to tell her who to follow. If she didn't know by now, she wouldn't be alive. Dr. Briggen brought her into the main room. Draken was still on the table, his left hand now missing one of its digits... He was panting hard, his hand twitching every now and then. Dr. Briggen grabbed the scissors and handed them to Quinn. "Finish his hand." He said, gesturing to Draken. "If you do so, I'll reward you like a good girl." @Quinn Fox

Her hand flailed to her grip on her face. Her vision blurred with the pressure still somehow left a clear imprint of that smile devoid of positivity. As he let her face go her arm flew under her head, guarding it against colliding with the floor. With the doctor stalking off she knew he was only headed to one room. Her heart racing as she wiped her face and followed. This. Was different. She'd been on the table, been exposed to things to see how that might effect how easily she senses and feels others... She'd taken notes. Silently in the corner earning blankets and uninterrupted sleep. An extremely passive way to afford herself a break. That was one of the things Briggen found interesting. Where her new line in the sand was. How much he could twist. Quinn cloaed her eyes at the aigh of Draken. The pain radiating from him left a vile taste. The cold metal in her hand startled her... Wide terrified eyes looking from the doctor... To the blood pooling on the floor. This was her new line. "No." She turned the scissors around to hand them back to him. "What ever comes with that..." Her voice high with tears and desperation. "No." Her hand trembled still offering the tool back to him. Maybe that would lessen her punishment.

@VaVaVicodin

Dr. Briggen's eyes widened as she told him her answer. 'No.' This was one of the only times she ever disobeyed him. "....No?" He asked, surprise in his voice. Then, that smile returned. "Fine." He reached for her and grabbed her left hand, gripping it so tightly that he was nearly about to snap her wrist. "It's either your fingers, or his. Pick." He chuckled, the scissors in one hand. He opened them and shut them, Draken's blood falling onto the floor. "It'll be so easy for me... Just....choose." Draken was panting, his eyes slowly moving to the doctor and Quinn. As he heard the doctor's words, his eyes widened. He thrashed and jerked harder than he ever had before. Suddenly, the bindings came undone. The blood had given him enough slickness to remove his hands. He ripped the binding off his tail and then Draken leapt forward onto Dr. Briggen. "NO!!!" He roared. But, before he could do anything more, Draken collapsed. The agony and exhaustion and starvation was too much, and the exertion of removing the bindings had sapped all of Draken's strength... Dr. Briggen got to his feet, brushing his thick grey hair back, panting ever so slightly. "Well now... that was quite the adventure." He glanced over at Quinn, his eyes narrowing. "No food for three days, for either of you. Clean this mess up." He spat before he left the laboratory. He would need to acquire stronger bindings, and so a visit to the Duke would be needed... Draken lay on the floor, coughing hard and panting from the agony in his body. He refused to look at Quinn... @Quinn Fox

Quinn squealed as he wrenched her hand over. Feet draging along the floor to stay upright. If he chose, it wasnt on her. She squeezed her eyes closed unwilling to admit to herself that something horrible was about to happen and she couldn't help. The snapping of the metal restraints startled her and she bit her lip trying to stay quiet. Was it the scissors? Her hand or his. Blinding anger wove through the room and the grip on her wrist disappeared. Panicked steps back to the wall away from the two left her checking her hand and watching on from as much of the sideline as she could manage. No food. An issuance she hand received before. Well worth not "assisting" with the dragon. The heavy door slamming shut above offered some semblance of a reprieve. She straightened her clothes, pushed her short hair behind her ear and looked around the lab. Just clean it? Gaze set on the open wound on his hand. The missing digit. Could she get away with cleaning it if Briggen didnt know? The same stubborn refusal to look at her left her at an impasse... If she pissed him off...there was nothing stopping him from killing her. Slow steps to the utility closet for cleaning supplies gave her time to decide how to deal with him... First, the mess.

@VaVaVicodin

Well, that was completely foolish Draken thought to himself, his entire being full of agony and rage. Draken didn't move as he heard the soft steps of the girl puttering around the room. She wasn't going to come aid him? Well, his kindness had been short lived anyway. Pulling himself towards one of the cells that the doctor had placed him in before, Draken dropped himself down onto the floor. He slumped heavily against the wall, his hands flexing as he struggled to regain his strength. The doctor had told his assistant that neither would be getting any food for three days. Whatever. Draken had gone nearly a month without eating, why stop now? But, the girl... he knew she couldn't survive that long without food. Why hadn't she just listened to the doctor? Were her own morals that high that she refused to take part in his games? It was strange. Had it been him, he wouldn't have hesitated to cut her fingers off. Perhaps that's what separated them besides the obvious species difference. He was a monster, and she wasn't. The cell he was slumped in was still in the main laboratory. It was more of a holding cell, rather than a room. Draken's severed stump where his talon had been had already sealed shut. It still looked gruesome and bloody, but the bleeding had ceased. The doctor was right. It would regrow. But the weakness in his body would make it take longer. Draken looked over towards the girl, his golden eyes moving over her curiously. This was the first time he had ever observed her this much. She wasn't unattractive, despite her appearance. The doctor wasn't kind in his treatments and he was positive the girl hadn't been bathed in a long time, but that didn't bother Draken. @Quinn Fox

Quinn watched from her peripherals. Shoulder itching to get under his arm to help him walk. He did not want her to touch him... she reminded herself scrubbing the table vigorously. That and what if he blamed her for the loss of his talon...? The floor mopped, pieces of the restraints tucked near the trash. Quinn rolled her wrist between tasks testing the soreness. She fixed the tray she had knocked over and looked at one of the scalpels on the floor by the cabinet. This is a bad idea she wrapped it in some clean fabric and grabbed one jar of salve. Briggena most likely wouldn't notice... Maybe he hadnt counted to see what she had used before? She eyed a few of the nutrient packs on the top shelf... But there was no way she could get away with that. Quinn drew in a deep breath, tucked her hair behind her ear and approached Drakens doorway. "I can leave these... If you'd like. But they should be hidden." She showed him the salve and scalpel she had collected. The clean lab behind her meaning ahe could retreat to her room. As soon as possible.

09:11

"I can help you to the bed if you would like." She guestured. Bed was a generous term for the naked platform in the corner of the room.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken barely looked over at the girl as she came over. He eyed the scalpel and medical salve in her hands. He couldn't use those. Not with his claws. He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. What a foolish girl. Didn't she realize those things were useless to him? Even as he thought that, the areas she had applied salve had numbed up earlier... and the brief respite from the agony was enough to entice even this cold hearted dragon... "Get me to the bed. He grumbled. He wouldn't ask her to help. He'd tell her. There. Now he was still in control. And...apply more of that...stuff. He muttered, jerking his head towards the salve. @Quinn Fox

She pursed her lips at the tone... But she understood. Quinn had been volatile for years... Now. Not so much. She set the things down on the floor near the door and crouched to get the entirety of herself under one of his arms. Groan and grunt getting him(most way) to his feet. Her arm across his bare back stung. Sheer anger and hate radiating off him. A few struggling steps and she was careful not to let him drop, but rather lower to be laid out. The injuries from earlier didnt look quite as angry, but the hand. No more than a glance and she grabbed up the small jar. Her goal had been to help... His additude shouldnt have bearing. Quinn sat on the very edge of the bed so she could reach what she had to. What should she do? Introduce herself? Ask about the weather? Its not like they were buddies... And his arrival here definitely made her life harder. Again every touch was measured and as minuscule as possible. There was no need to discuss anything. Would knowing his name mean anything? Would it matter. Once done with the application she wiped her hands on her pants and tucked the jar in a loose crevice hidden by the headboard. She'd been in each room for one reason or another. A stressed sigh left her looking at the fabric-rolled scalpel... It was nice to have options. "Anything else?" She had caught on to his demanding... And figured this would be the best way to "ask if he needed help". Warm chocolate eyes glance back patiently waiting for a response.

@VaVaVicodin

The girl was kind enough to actually help him onto the bed. Instead of dropping him like a sack of rocks, she lowered him onto the bed. The bed really just a thin mat, but it shielded him from the harsh stone floor, so he didn't complain. The quiet of the room was suffocating and also soothing. No screams of agony... no harsh sadistic laughter from the doctor. It felt so peaceful, even if it was only temporary. Draken didn't say a word as the girl applied more medicine to his wounds. The familiar numbing agent made him sight with relief. It felt so much better already, and he flexed his free hands, the circulation moving through his wrists and arms. He was still incredibly weak, but he felt better than before. She asked that same question that she asked the doctor. 'Anything else'. For some reason... that pissed him off, but he wasn't pissed at her. He was even more pissed at the doctor. "....No. There is nothing else." He mumbled softly. His eyes moved to her frail body. She was going to starve in those three days. "The packs you saw. Take them. I will take his wrath." He said, waving his hand towards the cabinet where he saw her staring. He had seen the items inside. He knew what they were. "They are of no use to me. Take them." He commanded. @Quinn Fox

A confused frown met his calculating eyes. Followed by the release of tension in her shoulders and a deep breath. "It be the same as holding the scissors to me" She explained, matching his softer tone. "But it is really kind of you to think like that...Dont loose that? Please." She nodded and stood. Enough distance and she could separate emotions better. Hers from his from the leftover pain in this cell... She swiped up the scalpel and looked around the holding room. "Dont worry... I didnt survive here for so long to be killed by starvation." Quinn assured him from the doorway. If that was it. Maybe she could sleep. Or try to get the sound of sheer agony from her ears.

@VaVaVicodin

(Also I love you for catching the "anything else")

Draken had to admit that he was proud of her for her tenacity. She seemed to be holding on well, despite being clearly abused by that bastard doctor. Draken didn’t thank her, even though he felt a little pride. He was a dragon after all. He wasn’t going to be thanking a human anytime soon. As she left his cell, Draken laid down on the mat, his eyes shutting as he attempted to get some sleep. His wounds felt numb now, and as he slept, his talon did regrow. It wasn’t as strong as his other, but it would get there. At least the wound was sealed fully. Draken woke hours later, and he felt far more energized than he had before. Sitting up he began to scan the room to see if he could see or hear the girl. Nothing… “Girl. Where are you? Come here.” He called. @Quinn Fox

She shuffled back to her room, tucking the scalpel away in a hollowed leg of her bed frame and flopping down. Her hands rubbing one another. Letting a limb go was stupid. Or even leaving it up to the doctor... He had no issues ending people. She rubbed and rubbed and closed her eyes. Fluttering away nervous tears until sleep won out. The echo of a stronger voice commanding her presence woke her. A deep breath and stretch in her bed left her staring at the ceiling. Should she go? Two people now demanding something of her might mean more injuries. Against her better judegement she dragged her feet. Trying to find out if Briggens was in the lab she peeked around corners and fou d herself in the doorway of Drakens cell. What should she say? Theres only so long he can be rude before he doesnt wanna risk injury? Quinn leaned on the doorframe facing him. Hands folded infront of her and relief plastered across her face once she knew the doctor was nowhere around. Dealing with an agitated injured Dragon was preferable to Briggens.

@VaVaVicodin

When the girl shuffled to his door, he noticed that she appeared slightly relieved. Ah, the realization hit him. "The bastard is not here." He said, wanting to assure her, at least a little. Draken flexed his hands, specifically the one where his finger had been cut off. He let her see that his talon had grown back and that his injuries had begun to heal. "Come. Sit down. He pointed to a spot on the floor by him, his eyes glowing with a commanding demeanor. He had no time for games, and he wasn't going to ask her to do anything. If she refused, he'd leave her here once he escaped. @Quinn Fox

"You realize thats the same guesture you give to a pet?" She asked clearing her throat. No malice in her voice or change in her demeanor... Though she stayed where she was. "You have my attention..." Quinn assured him .

@VaVaVicodin

Draken ignored her statement, but he glared as she refused to come. "Here." He mumbled, his voice getting deeper and more gravely. He pointed once more towards the floor where he was. He was not going to back down until she listened. @Quinn Fox

Annoyance and curiosity demanding some form of compliance she stood where he pointed. "Im not sitting." Quinn wanted to be able to run if she had to. Her eye glancing over the newly healed talon when she thought she could get away with it.

@VaVaVicodin

Satisfied with the... mild obedience, Draken stood as well. He stood at six feet six inches tall, his form muscular, all though far more beaten than he would be if he wasn't in this room. "Tell me your name." He instructed, his golden gaze meeting hers. She was was clearly observing him, so he showed her his talon. "You may speak. I am not like that bastard. I will not beat you for speaking unless you piss me off." @Quinn Fox

"That would make you almost entirely like 'that bastard'..." She tried to suppress a chuckle. "You want my name? Or what I will be filed under when Im dead? Around here theres a difference." Quinn asked. Her neck craned to meet his eyecontact after looking his hand over. There was no combative tone, more enjoyment than anything else. Even if she did piss him off and he killed her... It wasnt Briggens... Was it possible to die in self defense? Her death at anyone elses hand would (probably) tick him off. Here lies 6- Empath the only spiteful death on record at the hand of 67- Dragon Quinn tried to surpress another chuckle

Draken let out a low growl as he stepped forward, standing over her, his large frame nearly enveloping hers. "Never compare me to that bastard again." He scoffed, shaking his head lightly, inky black hair swishing lightly. "Your name. Not what that bastard labeled you as." He repeated, his eyes looking her over. Her body language seemed to be more playful than afraid and that utterly confused Draken. Why would she be calm right now? Sure, he wasn't hurting her, but shouldn't she be afraid? It made no sense. @Quinn Fox

Quinn took a half step back away from the rage. A deep breath and focus to hold onto her own calm. "I thought were speaking freely." She exhaled. Sure there was some fear. The constant calculating of her survival... But this was also viewed as progress. Mr Dont touch me is now trying to converse. She pursed her lips, face scrunching as she tried to figure him out. "Its Quinn." Curiosity let her continue as opposed to push the subject. "I'd ask yours... But...." Her voice trailed off. It hadnt worked before.

@VaVaVicodin

"Quinn..." He let the name roll off his tongue. It was a foreign word to him, but he enjoyed the way it moved off his lips. A nod of acknowledgement before he spoke again. "Quinn, You can call me 'Draken'. It is the closest thing you would understand. You will never know my true name." He said, shifting his shoulders back as she stepped away. "How did you come to be in that bastard's employ?" He questioned, raising a brow. @Quinn Fox

"Way better than what I was gonna come up with." She nodded. "It's nice to meet you Drakken." Quinn dipped her head a minute. Mind racing about his follow-up question. Never wasted time. Did he? "Uh. "Employ" is a strong word. I have good handwriting and like the idea of blankets, food, and bathing." She didnt want to share the story. Who would? Would this Dragon like to retell the pulling of his scales? The passing out on his captor mid-attack? She roller her lips and looked away. It wasnt going to be a good enough answer... so she had to decide quickly how much she was willing to share.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken raised a brow, his expression more amused than anything. Her answers were vague, and he didn't dislike that. So she wasn't here willingly. That made more sense. "Interesting..." He looked behind her towards the steps that the doctor had used to leave. So the doctor didn't use this place as his home. Again, made sense. "I have a proposition for you." He said. "Help me escape, and I will help you as well. If you refuse, fine. But I will not aid you if that bastard decides to go for you again if you refuse. If you accept, just know that you will listen to me and do exactly as I say. Disobedience means your refusal. Do you understand?" @Quinn Fox

"Counter proposal?" She suggested. A deep breath and pause. "I will help you how I can. Regardless of you helping me..." Quinn paused. She didnt want the hope he still had. The hope hurt more than figuring out how to survive. "To be honest, I didnt expect your aid the first time and Im grateful... But-" Wait he just demanded this of me like 3 minutes ago. "You have demanded I not finish that thought." She lost track of what she was thinking. Why did she end up in here again? "I will help you. My only expectation being survival." She stated more to remind herself than to belittle his offer to free her. Just the idea stung.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken crossed his arms, a minor glare on his face. "I do not accept a counter proposal. You will either accept or denial my assistance. Assistance of one does not mean the other gets nothing. If you wish to accept your fate, then fine. But know that that is a pathetic choice. Your life should mean more than allowing some bastard to torture you just for mere survival." He said, his voice strong and firm. How could she easily roll over and accept what was happening to her? Just for a bed, some food, and a bath? Humans... so easily owned. @Quinn Fox

"Accepting my fate and trusting it to a stranger are two very different things." She frowned up at him. "My choice is to be guarded with someone set on intimidation and demands." Really? What the hell did he know? Her foot bounced, nerves high in her voice. "I would love to remember whats past the door. Feel wind and sun." For the first time anger in her tone shown through. Who was he to call her pathetic? "But the last time I trusted someone full of promise and demands I ended up down here." her hand flew out toward the table in the lab. Wide eyed realization at her behavior quickly shut it down shoulders dropping and hands laced infront of her. Practiced level tone much quieter than her outburst. "If you ask instead of demand I will follow any instruction you have to the best of my abilities." Quinn gave her final word on it. She wanted nothing more than to leave. The hope of warmth on her skin was a long-forgotten feeling.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken was not intimidated by her words. He merely crossed his arms once more and thought about what she said. If he 'asked'? Ugh... "....Fine." He muttered. Even he had to admit that this would go smoother with two people, and if that's what she needed in order to help, then he'd do it. "Will you assist me, and will you allow me to assist you in getting out of this nightmare?" He asked, his tone more even, rather than aggressive. This was a huge step for him! Surely she had to see that! Draken glanced towards the door. "Out there... is far better than in here." @Quinn Fox

"Yes I will." She nodded. Still not looking back up at him. "Thank you." Quinn half expected that whole 'if you piss me off' thing to come into play... But this is far better. Justging by the pauses and strain.... He was trying. Letting them linger in it was just rubbing salt in the wound. If she was getting out... She needed to start acting like it. "So. Got a plan?" She cleared her throat and consciously picked her head up even though she wanted nothing more than to run. She agreed. This meant planning, and one thing that meant alot to her, was her word.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken tapped his chin as she asked if had a plan. Quite honestly... no. No he did not. But she didn't need to know that... "I have... most of a plan." He said, his voice calmer than before. "When that bastard returns, I suggest we over power him. Kill him, and run. I highly doubt anyone would come to look for us. Correct?" He asked, tilting his head lightly. @Quinn Fox

Quinn cocked her head mirroring him. It was simple. Not inaccurate or wrong... But why would a Dragon need her help? Did it matter if it meant freedom? "I dont think so?" She answered with a slight questioning. She'd never made it far enough away to know.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken tapped his chin once more, but then an idea came to him. "When he comes back down, we will wait for him. You will show him... something. The moment his back is turned, I shall jump him. I will break every single bone in his body, and whilst that is happening, you will run and ensure our exit. I will be behind you. I will come and bring you out until we are completely free... then you can do whatever you wish." He said, his tail swishing with pride. @Quinn Fox

It sounded simple. Quinn nodded in agreement. An unease building in her gut. Doc wasn't stupid. Turning his back on someone who could kill him? In the same breath... Draken wasnt exactly your everyday human. Regeneration... far higher pain tolerance... It should work. As for her part? Watch the door? Yes it was important to some extent... And the idea of freedom kept her from questioning him too hard. Afterall... How many Dragons had she met to compare him to? "Sounds solid. Now what? Wait here? Go back to my cell?" She asked looking around and drawing in a steady breath. There was a plan... And it included freedom.

@VaVaVicodin

"Whatever you wish." He said, waving his hand dismissively. "I suggest resting. We will need all the energy we can get, and if you hinder this plan, you will die, but not by my hand." He warned. He knew that the doctor would not keep them alive after this. They would be too vicious after this. Right? Hopefully the doctor was able to fall for whatever Quinn planned. Draken glanced over at her, his eyes scanning over her. "Do you have any plans for after your escape?" @Quinn Fox

"Not one." She didnt want to tell him how much she doubted their escape. Quinn had agreed and her thoughts were on anything that would distract Briggens... "Yet. I dont have plans yet. Im sure that will change." She cleared her throat and made eyecontact when she spoke. "You?" Quinn asked curiously. What exactly does a dragon do in its free time?

@VaVaVicodin

"I plan to return to my home lands. I was stolen from them. I wish to return there and fly above the mountains once more." He said, his eyes moving to the ceiling. "I hear a door opening above..." He said, frowning. "I believe the bastard may be on his way back..." Draken's eyes moved to Quinn and he gestured for her to move. "Hide. Now." He instructed. He was not looking for any questions, and he immediately went to sit back on the bed roll. @Quinn Fox

Hide? Quinn turns for the lab. There really is no hiding down here. The best she can do to remain inconspicuous is to be following instructions. She grabs a rag and cleaner and takes to the cracks and crevices that would need more attention. She just hoped the doctor had other plans and wasn't coming down with them in mind. Draken could use more time to recover. Or was she supposed to distract him now? The door at the top of the stone stairs swings open. He was right... Apparently Draken can sense the doc coming back. Thats handy.

@VaVaVicodin

The doctor returned, his infamous grin on his face as he walked down the steps. "Ahhh, Quinn. My dearest." He smiled at her, his eyes flashing. "Are you hungry? I bet you are. It's been so long since you've eaten." He pulled out a basket of fruits and breads and dried meats. He walked over to her, handing them to her. "For you. I know things have been hard lately, but trust me..." He brushed some hair from her face. "The outside is never going to be yours." He smirked suddenly, and then he pulled her forward by her neck, squeezing tightly, his eyes wild with sadistic madness. A loud roar sounded from Draken's cell and he rushed forward, grabbing the doctor's arm. He opened his mouth wide and bit down, his large fangs piercing the doctor's arm. The doctor snarled and reached into his pocket and grabbed a large butcher knife. "I finally found what makes you lose it." He laughed, jamming the knife into Draken's back. Draken growled low in his throat as the doctor released Quinn. He backed away, reaching for his back. He was still weak, but thanks to the medicine that Quinn gave him, he was a little stronger. However... "My my, that elixir worked far better than I expected." He looked at his wrist as it stitched itself back together, sealing itself. "Dragon regeneration... Such a gift, isn't it?" He chuckled darkly. @Quinn Fox

If Briggens scientific side was unnerving... The care with which he handed Quinn the basket made her chest tighten. Hand already dragging bread to her mouth before he yanked her up. With a squeal of pain, her hands swung and tried to free her throat from the grasp. Strangled gasp and gurgle echoing off the stone walls. The roars and snarling startled her... Wide eyes on the razor-like teeth chomping inches from her face. Sucking in air as Briggens dropped her she held her throat. Fuck. What now? The instructions were simple. Leave the doctor to the Dragon and be sure their exit was clear. She turned over, shoving herself to her feet and bolting up the stairs. Following Drakken's instructions to the letter without hesitation

@VaVaVicodin

Dr. Briggen growled as he watched Quinn run upstairs. "Get back here!" He yelled, turning to chase after her. This was the first time Briggen had ever made a mistake. As he turned, Draken launched himself forward. He tackled Briggen, the two landing hard on the floor. Briggen turned over, swinging his fists and slamming them against Draken. His scratches easily knit themselves together. "Fine. I'll deal with you first." Briggen hissed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large dagger. Draken's eyes widened. "Ahh. You recognize this? It's made of iron." Briggen smirked. He leapt forward towards Draken. Draken jumped back, but tripped on loose rocks on the floor. He crashed onto the lab table, beakers shattering under him, slicing his exposed skin. Briggen leapt onto Draken's hips and raised the dagger. "It's over!" He roared, bringing the dagger down. Just as he did, Draken lurched forward and jammed both his hands up and into the doctor's chest, just as the doctor jammed the dagger into his chest. Blood splattered from both men... In Draken's hand was the doctor's heart. In Draken's chest... was the dagger. The two men exchanged one more glare, and then, Briggen slumped forward, and Draken collapsed back. Weakly pushing the doctor's body off, Draken panted, the dagger throbbing as his chest heaved. Draken attempted to touch it, but screamed as the iron burned his flesh. There was no way he could touch it or remove it. Not anymore. "G-Girl!" He called. His voice was so weak now. So painfully small. "Girl....C-Come..." He did his best to try to call for her once more. With one final cry, he screamed, "QUINN!" @Quinn Fox

The door wasnt locked. Her small frame fell into it and pushed as hard as she could. Tearing of flesh audible over the doctors angry yelling. Snarls coated in pain ans fear echoed across the back of her head. But she wasnt in the basement. There was no one in the sitting room to hear or see the attempt below. Quinn was free. Her eyes closed with. Shakey sob. This. Was exactly how it was supposed to be. The window so bright it stung her eyes. Sharp howl of pain making her jump and turn. It had gone quiet. Had the doctor won? There was no more noise from him. Trembling hands barely pitched the dooe down into the lab. The brightness over her shoulder begging her to leave. Draken said he would have. He'd have cut her hand off and not thought twice. She shook her head no at herself. Feet unwilling to bring her closer incase the doctor had won. If she didnt look... She could leave and make something up. More tears as she willed the final few steps back and peeked over the edge of the stairs. With blood everywhere and no one moving... Had she heard her name? The least she could do would be to check on him. He gave her freedom. With everything the lab... If he wasnt dead... She might be able to help. Bare feet slapped down the stone stairs and she slid in the slick blood as she dropped to his side. So much blood everywhere worried eyes scanned him up and down.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken panted hard, but he heard the sound of feet smacking on the stone. Then she was there. He turned his head to her, giving her a small smirk. "G-G...Got...him." He whispered, coughing hard. He groaned, his head falling back, his horns smacking on the table. "Can't...touch the...dagg...er...Made... of...iron." He panted, his breathing becoming shaky and agonizing. He glanced over at her, and very weakly, whispered one request. "Please....help." @Quinn Fox

Injuries and pain. A familiar issue to deal with. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the blade and yanked it out. The clatter of iron on the steels tray next to her echoed. Wide scared eyes locked on her task in silence. Had the been a few years ago, she might have been squeamish. Might have hestitated. Iron. Notes on iron. Briggens had discussed this somewhere. Clean it? No . no irrigate it. Frantic sliding footsteps gathered the very same tools she'd watched use to cause harm

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She glanced up at his face and figured a heavy-duty painkiller couldn't hurt. The last thing she needed was a pain-stricken confused dragon waking up on the table he was tortured on and choking the shit out of her. Best give him two large doses. Salves. Stitches. Covers. Her gazed watching his chest for breathing between tasks. Blood to her elbows, she couldn't focus on that now. More than once as she got nervous and eyed the door at the top of the stairs... she made herself step over Brigfwns dead body. This was jsut a basement now... and trying to save someone who gave her sunlight was a worthy reason for a little longer. There were tools and medicines down here that she might not be able to find up there.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken grunted loudly as she yanked the dagger out of his chest. Blood pooled down his chest immediately, and he panted hard, waiting for her to continue. He was fading in and out every now and then, and he was actually, very afraid for his life. This once mighty dragon, was actually afraid for once. A tear ran down his cheek and he turned his face away. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to let her see. @Quinn Fox

In the moment, she worked quickly and without permission. The painkillers should be enough to numb the area... and possibly make him a little loopy. Irrigation, sutures, salves. Should she run an IV? No, he heal miraculously fast even without it last time. The fear did not go unnoticed. Quinn debated on words of comfort, or to remain silent so he may save face later when he was healed. He had already asked for help... what was a few pokes. People say dont poke the bear... no one has ever survived to say dont poke a Dragon.

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"I'm doing what I can." She assured him quietly. hands flying through medical needs, soaked upto her elbows in blood.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken nodded slightly as she assured him that she was doing what she could. He didn't snap at her, and he stayed quiet. He merely winced or grunted as she poked him with needles or scalpels in order to save him. He felt her abilities already helping, and he let out a small sigh of relief. He wasn't going to die. Not yet anyway. After a while, Quinn managed to get him stabilized. He couldn't move yet, but he felt better. He sighed softly, looking over at her. "....Thank you." He whispered quietly, his face hard, yet gentle at the same time. A dragon as mighty as him knew when to praise someone. He wasn't above it. It just... never happened often. @Quinn Fox

"Keep being nice I might think you're still dying." She forced a half-smile and met his tired eye contact as she rolled closer to his face. "We'll blame it on the ridiculous amount of painkillers... Cause I was just guessing on weight." Quinn nodded a few times. Bright light checking his pupils without a word. "Hate to kick a dragon while he's down... But is there any chance we can get you up and out of here before someone comes looking for Briggens?" Her hands rested on the edge of the table, fingertips barely brushing his arm. Her voice at a whisper and guilty eyes hoping she wasn't pushing too hard... But the sunlight was still visible at the top of the stairs... And there was a whole new worry. They had their lives and freedom to protect.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken forced a small chuckle, but immediately winced as his chest ached. The painkillers began to work, thankfully, so the pain was less than the beginning, but still. Quinn wanted him to get up so they could truly escape, and he placed both his hands on the table, and lurched forward. He growled in agony, but panted softly, relieving himself of some of the pain. "Give me...a moment." He said, panting. After a moment, he got off the table. He was shaky, but he gently held onto her shoulder. "If you support me a bit, I can walk. We can get out of here." He said, looking up to the stairs. "No one is outside. I can't hear anyone." @Quinn Fox

"Then sit there." her hands already on his shoulders to lessen the burden. She very gently nudged him back down. "I'm not going anywhere without you." Quinn tried to offer a supportive smile. Her eyes on her own hands covered in blood. "I'm gonna rinse off." She turned for the sink and let cold water run over her arms. Rosy water swirling the drain, she kept glancing at Draken hoping any really amount of time would help. He probably had better hears, so if he thought they were in the clear... they probably were. After rinsing her arms and grabbing a towel, she returned to the doctors stool planted near his head. She drew in a deep breath and adjusted her posture. "So... iron?" She asked curiously.

"Iron is...the one thing that is incredibly powerful against dragons. That bastard found out, and used it against me." He mumbled. Her words swirled around him. She told him that she wasn't going anywhere without him... "Do you truly mean that? You owe me nothing. I am fine, or shall be fine. Why are you still here?" He asked. His tone wasn't as harsh as his words could be. He didn't want to be harsh. He just... he had to know why.

"Well it's definitely not reciprocity." She smirked and shook her head at him. "I'd be sans one hand if it were up to you." A waggle of her fingers and another backhanded joke while she figured out the answer for herself. Why was she here...? And willing to stay...? "There's enough Briggens in the world... A little Quinn won't completely balance it." She nodded back and forth hoping to make sense as she spoke. "Buuut it couldn't hurt to try." Damn, that sounded cheesy even to her. Sure it was the truth... But. Quinn cleared her throat. "That and I dont know what's past the room upstairs. Bringing a Dragon is just smarter for escape." A much more selfish reason was only thought of after the fact. The truth was, she had set out to help him, and he wasn't dont needing help yet. Maybe he was being nicer because of painkillers? Or the whole not actively being tortured thing... But this was far more conversational than she expected.

@VaVaVicodin

Draken couldn't help the small chuckle that forced its way from his throat as she waggled her fingers at him. Well, she wasn't wrong. She also explained that having him along would make sense for their escape and he nodded. "Indeed. I am far stronger than you." He teased, slowly standing. He stretched his arms, groaning. "That medicine you have given me has allowed some strength to return. Let us hurry and get out of here." Draken beckoned for her to follow and he turned and headed up the steps and out of the dungeon. The stairs were covered in cobwebs and the farther they climbed, the brighter the stones became. Suddenly, they walked into a large hallway. There were several doors on each side, and one large door at the very end. There were no windows, but this hallway seemed quiet. Draken stood still, listening. "There's several men in the large door at the end. Do not go to that door." Draken muttered to Quinn. Looking at the first door on the left, Draken opened it. Inside was another set of stairs. He turned his head to Quinn. "Shall we?" @Quinn Fox