Dragoned in Half

Stolen Moments-Morbius

Things have gotten quite interesting this morning. Normally I wouldn't bother with the duties in the camera room, but I want to see how this plays out. Surveillance may just be optimal right about now so that I can stay ahead of the Doctor.  There is just something about the way that he has been acting that is bothering me.

My instincts are telling me that there is something that I am missing but I can't quite put my finger on it. It's already been a few days and the doctor still isn't back yet. I can't remember a time that he has stayed away for more than a twenty four hour period. The man hardly leaves his office and has never taken a vacation. None of us have.

He also sent a secure message through the server to start recording in all the rooms that have people or creatures that will be a part of Project O. Seeing as he has never been with anyone, I doubt he really wants to record a bunch of beast fucking their mates. He has never recorded them before.

I spin around in the chair with wheels as a large sound echoes through the room. My eyes zero in on the screen to see where the sound came in from. I watch as my brother in his weakened state breaks through the chains on those walls.

My growl echoes through the empty room as I get pissed. All this time he finally decides to grow a set. He has been beaten, cut, and tortured for weeks now. Not once has he displayed his strength. Most times he barely made a face as I carved him up like a Christmas Turkey. It angers me that she gets a reaction from him so easily.

I watch as even in his weakened state he moves with inhuman speed to catch her as she falls. Her head nearly hits the ground as he is almost a moment too late. I click the sound button on that screen as I not so patiently try to see if she is okay. I really don't care but we cant go damaging our merchandise. These experiments cost and every time we need someone new, its me that has to go and get them.

My foot taps against the floor as I wait for a sign. Just as I am about to exit the room and go check on her myself, I see her chest move as she clearly takes a deep breath. I watch as my brother rubs her head and lifts her gently into his lap. He sits in the same spot on the floor as I watch. After a few moments of staring at the screen intently I realize that I have yet to move. I have just been standing here hunched over one screen watching them.

I take my seat once more and do my best to focus on the other screens. I took over this duty this morning when it wasn't mine so I might as well do the job right. Afterall, I have nothing else better to do at the moment. Its starting to get late. I had planned on going in to torture my brother more. The idea has even more appeal now that I see he could fight back. All this time he has never had the strength to leave those chains. I find myself wanting to test him. There is no need however because I know who the best is. I have been training all my life. Just because he is my twin will never mean that he is a match for me.

But he is one who possesses things that you do not.

The voice ringing out in my head has me pausing. I feel as my heart rate quickens and the strength in my body intensifies. However, it is not in fear but curiosity. Its voice in which I have not heard since I was a child besides, it saying one word days ago. The word that I had dreaded hearing in this lifetime. Mate. When he stated the word the feeling that I got was indescribable. It was so brief and even now I don't know what to feel about it.

I shake my head out of the thoughts and try to focus on what the thing said as I watch my brother still unmoving on the screen. His head is cast down and he must have fallen asleep as I stare at them. What could he have that I do not? I have more money than I can spend from my job here. If I had of been able to have women I could have had them lining up for miles. I have comrades and so many people under my control. I have it all. A chuckle bubbles up from my throat as I think of how stupid the thing is. He has been silent for so many years that it has left him dumb. 

Light snoring starts to come over the monitor. I have grown used to the tone and know that he has fallen asleep now. His body finally moves from its sitting position over her and it lays out onto the floor. I cut the sound to the room as I watch her adjust herself against him. Oh how cozy they look. The sight has me rolling my eyes to the empty room.

Using the controls, I zoom in as I make her face take up the screen. My eyes trace her features as questions pour into my mind. Why her? She looks to be an ordinary African American woman. Her features are so far apart from my brother and I that you would look twice seeing her with us. Where we are all tall, she is short. While we are filled with muscles, our wait are tiny. However hers is not. I trace the camera along her form as I look at it closely.

I almost bared her completely to my gaze but something stopped me. I can still remember the look in her eyes as I shredded her clothes with my claws. I felt empowered in that moment. I look down at my hand when I realize that I was rubbing the mark that she face me with my thumb. Even though the mark has healed for the most part, I can still feel the cut. If I move my hand a certain way, its been like a constant reminder through the evening and night.

She is your equal. Not him.

I frown as the voice speaks again. This is starting to get annoying. I may have to ask the doctors how to quiet it once more. If they were able to do it when I was a child then it should be easier now. It's a wonder that most of us have a voice in our head. Most of the humans find that odd and believe that we are crazy. The second voice is seen as a demon to them. They cant fathom hearing someone who is not them. I can see why they would think so. It does make me question, however. Is she the reason that my dragon is now making an appearance.

I zoom out on the screen as I start to hear sounds. Low moans fill the room and I find myself getting curious as to what's going on. Peeking at the clock I see that I have been sitting here all night as I looked at the monitors. My eyes zero in on the screen as a growl rips through my mind. The sound has me blinking my eyes rapidly because I know that it didn't come from me.  I tilt my head to the side curiously as I look at how she is draped over them.

Studiously I compare it to my own form. I could actually see that this is how she would be draped over me if I were to trade places with my brother. I have a lot more muscle mass than he does, however, so perhaps she would look smaller. His hands rise into the air as she lifts above him. If one couldn't see the bright red of her panties then it could be easily assumed that they were having sex. The thought has that growl ringing out in my brain again and this time it pisses me off.

"If you keep on making noise and saying shit, then I will make sure that you are put away permanently" I threaten out loud.

The sound and the feeling in my chest go away immediately. I take a deep breath once the weight is gone. My body feels tired as it disappears and I try to shake it off. I must have been sitting with he weight of it for a long time. I smile that that threat worked. I file it away to use for later if I need it. I have lived this long without the voice. Getting rid of it permanently would be no problem at all. I already don't have any feelings or emotions to speak of.

Movement breaks my internal battle and I look at the screen again. From what I see, I am the one to growl this time. If things progress this way too fast, then he will ruin everything that I have worked for. That is one thing that I would never allow to happen. I rub my hands together eagerly as I turn away form the monitors. My feet move at an easy pace as I exit the room. The guard who was supposed to be on duty cowers against the wall as I make eye contact. A smile pops onto my face as I hear his feet scurry into the room.

It looks like people in this place are downright terrified of me now. I now have a new target for my anger. Later I get to go hunting. I just put that thing inside my head in its place again. My fingers trail across my beautiful knives and I admire the sharpness of them on my skin. Today is going to be a good day indeed.

Now, its time to pay my sneaky brother a visit. There are just a few things that I need to grab first.......