You're trapped in an underground enclosure! It's Quite Sizeable, roughly the size of a football stadium. There's an industrial, zoo-y feel to it all — there's grass, a patch of woodland, and a shallow pool with a sandy area, but then there's also the too-bright lights, and the observation pod and enclosed catwalks way up high. The only door is a massive slab of thick metal, which, if the dents and gouges are anything to judge by, you've already tried and failed to break through.
Also? Somebody just shot you in the leg with a sedative dart.
Rude.
… But.
While you stagger, and collapse into a heap of feathers and immense displeasure … you don't pass out. You're awake. Fuzzy, yeah, and hazy, and that's not your favourite feeling in the world, but you're awake you're awake you're awake.
You're awake to listen to the door open.
Awake to listen to a group of humans trudge towards you. Eight of them, most chattering. They're scientists, interns. One guard, it sounds like. They call you "it" and "the subject" and they're here to take samples of your blood. One is complaining about the broken coffee machine in the break room. Two are murmuring together about how wild it is to be so close to a dragon, wow, it's kind of scary, right — nah, mate, it's tame, it won't hurt humans, haven't you seen the videos?
It's the owner of that last voice that says, laughing, Watch, I'm gonna take a selfie with it.
That leans against your shoulder.
That dies first, when you swing your head around and bite.
What happens from there is a whirlwind of blood, shouting, screaming, chaos. It's brutal. You are brutal - and efficient. It doesn't take much to kill a human, and you, you have always been very, very good at killing just about anything you put your mind to.
Two get away, in the end. Both bloody, one with a leg torn off, the other shooting at you as they retreat — which, ow, bullets are small but they hurt, and you reel back with a snarl as one lucky shot gouges through too close to your eye. Alarms are blaring now, lights flashing, more guns —
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Also? Somebody just shot you in the leg with a sedative dart.
Rude.
… But.
While you stagger, and collapse into a heap of feathers and immense displeasure … you don't pass out. You're awake. Fuzzy, yeah, and hazy, and that's not your favourite feeling in the world, but you're awake you're awake you're awake.
You're awake to listen to the door open.
Awake to listen to a group of humans trudge towards you. Eight of them, most chattering. They're scientists, interns. One guard, it sounds like. They call you "it" and "the subject" and they're here to take samples of your blood. One is complaining about the broken coffee machine in the break room. Two are murmuring together about how wild it is to be so close to a dragon, wow, it's kind of scary, right — nah, mate, it's tame, it won't hurt humans, haven't you seen the videos?
It's the owner of that last voice that says, laughing, Watch, I'm gonna take a selfie with it.
That leans against your shoulder.
That dies first, when you swing your head around and bite.
What happens from there is a whirlwind of blood, shouting, screaming, chaos. It's brutal. You are brutal - and efficient. It doesn't take much to kill a human, and you, you have always been very, very good at killing just about anything you put your mind to.
Two get away, in the end. Both bloody, one with a leg torn off, the other shooting at you as they retreat — which, ow, bullets are small but they hurt, and you reel back with a snarl as one lucky shot gouges through too close to your eye. Alarms are blaring now, lights flashing, more guns —
And that's where the memory fades.