Drako Tygon

Ch 6

Next thing I knew, I was put in charge of finding and killing Dr Psyche. I chose the leaders of the squads as my team, Vortex, Firefairy, Stone-Man, Scorpio Panther, Berserk-Beast, Blade Cat, Gamma-Bot, and myself. I left Tornado out because he had his hands full with foreign affairs.

I started the search in the Middle East, because those were probably his only allies. I began with the Muslim nations, because there were no women in the army, and they were from the Middle East, thus, they were Muslim. I searched high and low.

Eventually, I found a lab. It was under a mountain. In that lab, there was a note. Nothing else. I read the note.

To my cunning adversary,

I wish to congratulate you on finding my lab. Not many have gotten that far. But, you’d better get out, fast. I’ve seen your regenerative capabilities, but tell me this. Can you survive a volcanic eruption?

P.S.- Don’t come to Beijing : >

I heard a deep rumble come from deep underground. Suddenly, I felt that I wasn’t going to survive this. I closed my eyes, and magma started erupting into the room from below me.

I opened my eyes. The lava had flooded the room. It felt cool to the touch. My suit was completely unharmed. It was like my body absorbed all of the heat of the lava. I could even see a crust of metal over my suit and skin.

I swam to the surface, and broke off the crust of metal from my skin. It was like peeling burnt skin, without the burnt skin. Despite all that, I only took away one thing.

I needed to get to Beijing.

I left for China after I’d resupplied(I’d lost my bag in the lava). It was relatively easy to find the lab. I mean, how many enlarged craniums are there in Beijing? He was seen buying a hotel, with a bunch of goons in tactical gear carrying monitors and hard drives. I think he’s setting up a “burner” base, one that can be “burned” when he wants.

I found the hotel. Nothing fancy. But big enough to hide a militia inside. I looked around for a back door, or a cellar entrance, but the only other entrance was the roof, and I didn’t feel like drake-ing to the top, and climbing would draw attention. In a few seconds, the video would be on YouTube and have ten thousand likes.

I switched my suit to “Native.” I saw my skin appear to turn yellow-brown, and my suit turned into gym clothes. I caught my reflection, and my hair turned from copper to black. I checked the front door, but it was locked. I punched the lock, and the frame buckled drastically. I walked right into the hotel.

I tried to walk normally into the lobby, but was stopped by a guy in a Kevlar vest. He pressed his hand firmly into my chest. I sighed, grabbed his wrist, and twisted sharply. The force threw him threw a wall. Suddenly, I was surrounded by guys with guns. I pushed a button on my collar, and suddenly I was in my battle suit, and I grew out my accessories. I took out one guy withy my wing, and stabbed another in the chest with my tail. I wrapped my wings around myself, and bullets ricocheted around the room. I unfolded my wings, and looked around. They were all dead.

I heard yelling upstairs. I went to the stairwell, shrunk my wings, and jumped from level to level. When I got to the top, I heard chopper beats. I broke through the ceiling, and ran to the chopper. I diced up the pilot, and tore off the tail of the helicopter. Then the good doctor appeared with a gaggle of goons. Mischief played in Psyche’s eyes.

“I’m sure we both know how this will turn out, but I’ll say it anyway. Get him!”

The first two that came at me turned to ash. The next three were sliced to shreds. The last two tried to run, but purple energy held them, and threw them into a nearby building.

“I have to hand it to you,” I deliberated, “You’re quite the mean boss.”

“Well, I pride myself in my leadership philosophy, ‘obey or die.’”

“Yeah, it’s got some bite. Well,” I pulled out my weapon pen, “Let’s get started, then.” With that, I twisted the crystal and charged.

Then my head was filled with a thousand needles. I cried out in agony. It was like Psyche was ripping out my brain with a rusty ice cream scoop.

“I doubt you can heal if I rip out your brain, so I’ll just do some quick psyche-surgery.” I felt him digging into my brain. While he was distracted with this, I worked into his mind. While he tried to cut out my past, I was busy cutting off his mind from his body. It was hard. He had put up some mental barriers of his own, but I broke through them. Soon, he was the one crying out in pain.

“You know,” I said, “a door once open can be walked through in either direction. You shouldn’t have tried to cage me. If you cage the beast, it tends to get angry. If you had left my mind alone, I might have just killed you. But now, you’re going to experience every wound I’ve ever received in my entire life.” Cuts opened up in Psyche’s body, slowly at first, but as I got used to it, the wounds spread faster. I was actually transferring to his body every wound. Not just physical, either. He wanted my past, well, he got it.

The only thing left of him was a bloody, broken skeleton. Some parts were ground to dust. Others were twisted beyond natural means. I left the bones for the carrion birds.