Varian & Blakesley.
Varian shuddered helplessly, voice cracking again on a scream.
Blakesley wanted to see how quickly his experiment could heal and had been testing the limits for several days.
Trapped in a human form for the moment, his fingers spasmed wildly around the heavy metal nail pinning his hand to the cross. Purple eyes rolled wildly, mouth open and panting harshly as Varian attempted to control the pain. But it was just too much.
His voice soared upwards in pitch as his other hand suffered the same treatment, fragile bones breaking with a snap like a twig. Varian struggled to draw breath through the firey pain, face white and shiny with sweat. He felt it rasp through a throat hoarse with screaming.
Blakesley listened as Varian whimpered quietly, tossing his head in an attempt to distract himself from the pain. Dank sweat-heavy hair coloured almost black with dried blood hung over the eerie violet eyes as the hybrid keened softly to himself, totally lost in the agony. The scientist stroked Varian's forehead softly, then turned away.
Varian flinched as far away as he could from the scientist, still crying with pain and terror.
Christian
Christian watched on fron where his wrists had been chained to the opposite wall.
He turned away finally, resting on one knee for the moment.
Varian & Blakesley.
When Blakesley wrenched the nails out, it brought another hoarse childish scream from Varian's lips. Keening, the hybrid tried to curl up on himself, cradling his broken hands.
Blakesley grabbed one of the hands and watched the skin heal, bones shift to become straight again.
"Incredible..."
Christian
Christian rolled his eyes, got down on his other knee, and leant back against the wall.
His arms were getting sore from being held above him again, but it was better than having to hold his weight up.
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian fainted, and nothing Blakesley did could bring the hybrid round. He left in disgust.
Shallow panting breaths raced through Varian's throat and he shuddered in his faint, then changed. Scales glinted.
Christian
Christian looked up at Varian again, and squinted at it.
He didn't bother saying anything, because he didn't know if the hybrid was with him or not.
With a sigh, he hit his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Varian.
Varian sat up and looked around, relaxing visibly when khe saw Blakesley wasn't there.
Oh, not *again*.
Khe scratched khet claws along the itching skin and nearly sighed in relief as the scales peeled off.
Christian
Christian opened his eyes, but didn't move his head.
Then he sighed and turned away again.
"I don't know why he doesn't find it boring. Watching you heal yourself over and over."
Varian.
"If I had a f*cking clue on how to understand him, I'd be a mad scientist too."
Varian spat out a tought fragment of hide.
"Why does this always *itch* so goddamned much?"
Khe raked khets claws down khet back and wriggled slightly. The scales split further apart.
Christian
"I wouldn't know," Christian shrugged absently.
"I don't know $#i+ all about you."
Varian.
"No shit, Sherlock. Why should I expect you to look outside what you are?"
Varian stretched slightly, feeling the old skin starting to shed faster.
"Why reptiles? Mammals don't moult. Birds moult. Reptiles moult. Not many mammals moult"
Christian
"All mammals moult," Christian replied, "anything with hair or fur."
He looke dup at the ceiling.
"And don't get $#!tty with me. You asked a question and I answered."
Varian.
Varian just growled softly, and got on with the important business at hand.
Khe shifted into human eventually and studied herself. Well. From five to...roughly sixteen was quite a leap.
"Oh, goddammit!" she cursed suddenly as she realized the clothes she had had were now ripped beyond repair.
Christian
Christian raised an eyebrow, but didn't move.
He looked her over, then shifted slightly. Closing his eyes again, he kept his ears alert.
Varian.
"What a pain in the ass."
She kicked the scraps of her clothes aside and then ran her hands through her hair.
Christian
"I know a worse one," Christian murmured.
Varian.
"I will consider very highly the possibility of biting you," Varian said.
She crossed over to the cupboards and opened them. She withdrew a dagger and studied it.
"Dragons must mature signifcantly faster then humans."
Christian
"Everything matures faster than humans," Christian almost snorted.
"Especially types like these assholes."
Varian.
"Good point."
Varian yawned, violet eyes blinking slowly.
"Anyway..."
Christian
Christian sighed, his eyes on a barred cage in the corner that hadn't been used yet.
He twisted his wrists a little, before sitting back off his legs and bringing his knees up in front of him.
Varian.
Varian shapeshifted rapidly, then resettled back on the blonde girl.
"Shuld we try the run for freedom again?"
Christian
Christian hesitated, then just shook his head.
"I'm too weak. I wouldn't make it out the door," he insisted, "'cos I haven't been fed for days."
Varian.
Varian studied him dispassionately.
"I could get out."
She leant her head to the side slightly.
"If you'd give me the key to this f*cking collar."
Christian
Christian looked her up and down, then turned away again.
"You get my collar off and I might consider it. Until then, you don't leave until I do."
Varian.
Varian circled him, then hopped up on the cupboards, crossing her legs.
"See, there's just a slight problem with that. That collar's adamantium. The only way to get it off, is to cut through something a lot less hard. That is to say, your neck. Of course, you wouldn't be much use to yourself afterwards, but it would be off."
She studied her nails, then elongated them so they were pointed and sharp. She spread her hands and admired the metallic glint as she hardened them to the consistency of the metal she was discussing.
"Even adamantium doesn't cut through other adamantium. It goes through anything else like a hot knife through butter. Observe."
She turned and stuck her claws through the wall and raked downwards. A horrid screech resounded and electric sparks flew around her face. She smiled.
Christian
"I do understand that," Christian scorned.
"So you're saying not even any of your little magic tricks can sort it out?"
Varian.
"Only if you want your head detached, and I want a whopper of a headache," Varian said.
"I could cope with the headache."
Christian
"You kill me, and you don't get the key," Christian shrugged.
"Stuck with Kaleb for the rest of your life. What a shame."
Varian.
"Bastard," Varian said, but with out that much heat.
She understood what he was saying.
"Hmmph. Let me think about it. I might be able to figure out a loophole. Adamantium doesn't even decay, so I can't rust it. But..."
She tapped her fingernails on the desk, eyes alight with thought.
"I could rust the settings. The circurty. That could either make it fry you, and you'd die. Or it would just die."
Christian
"I've used acid on it before," Christian looked thoughtful for a moment.
"It lets me use my power, but still electrocutes me. Better than nothing though."
He looked up at her.
"Telekinetic, by the way."
Varian.
"I knew a telekinetic at the school. Bitch. Prying, peeping, bloody telepath...just another white coat in a nicer dress."
Varian's lips curled back from her teeth, then she visibly calmed herself.
"Kill her later. I could try it, at the very least. If they're all rusted, they won't be able to carry a charge."
Christian
Christian shrugged.
"Go ahead. Got nothing to lose but life."
Varian.
"Not unless you tell me what the key is. Or I'm no more likely to get out of here, and I'll have a very pissed Blakesley on my hands."
Varian swayed slightly, feeling a wave of utter fatigue wash over hre and she put a hand to her forehead.
Christian
"I've told you my game," Christian shook his head.
"Live with it."
Varian.
"I'll...think about it."
Maybe khe could figure out how to get of here on khet own.
Varian slid off the bench and curled up, shifting into a dragon form with a sigh. Khe closed khet eyes.
Christian
Christian groaned, and looked to the ceiling.
"I know I've done a lot of s#!+ in my time, but surely it can't be worth this," he whispered, before closing his eyes.