The Princess and the Bloody Demon {Peter Pan/OUAT} [Discontinued]

CHAPTER #14- The Friendly German

Riley’s POV:

Dr. Sean examines me a bit more. I feel so uncomfortable. All he is doing is walking in slow circles around the tank with an intrigued expression on his face, one hand over his mouth. I swear, he is creepier than Rumple himself.

He soon pushes me out of the office and through double door windows like the ones you would see in one of those hospital movies. Inside is a large room, at least three stories tall, with a large tank in the center of the room. On the side is a row of 5, expensive looking computers. Around the tank are many buttons and controls.

Fun.

“This is were you’ll be staying for now. We start experimenting tomorrow.”

“I’m not a mermaid, you know.”

“Well, of course you are.” He says, chuckling softly at my answer, giving me an expression clearly stating ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’.

“No, I’m not. It’s this stupid shell bracelet.”

I point to the seashell bracelet Rumple gave me.

“And how do I know you’re not lying?”

“What reasons would I have to lie?” I ask, trying putting a puzzled look on my face.

“To escape.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s the truth so if you would just take-“

“No! You’re never leaving! You’re mine now.” He smirks.

“Says who? I own myself!” I say, getting irritated.

“No. I do. And I have the papers to prove it.”

He takes papers out of his lab coat and puts them in front of the tank.

“See?”

“Well I didn’t sign anything.” I say sarcastically.

“Oh, and I don’t care.”

He rolls up the paper and places it back in his lab coat. Dr. Sean then pushes me up a ramp to the top of the large tank and practically pours me out.

I hit my head on the side of the tank, and everything goes pitch black.

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Peter’s POV:

The crisp, cool air of the night surrounds me like a comforting blanket. I have been flying for 2 hours straight, and I am beginning to grow weary. Flying takes a lot of effort, and after a while you need rest. I fly down to a motel. It’s in German, so I can’t translate it.

I saunter in casually, as if to say ‘Me? Flying? No.’

“Hello. Do you speak English?” I ask, using my hands to help translate.

“Was? (What?)” He asks.

The man is plump with rosy red cheeks, but has a cheerful look to him. He resembles a lumberjack, except more fat and less muscle. He has a bushy brunette beard, and a hot cover the top of his head. He was the spitting image of a lumberjack Santa Claus.

“Do you speak English?” I ask again.

“Ich habe keine Ahnung was Sie sagen! (I have no idea what you’re saying!)” He replies.

So, he doesn’t speak English. I use a translating spell.

“Sorry, ich spreche Englisch. Haben Sie verfügbare Zimmer Ich könnte für die Nacht? (Sorry, I speak English. Do you have any available rooms I could stay at for the night?)”

“Ja, ja. Kommen Sie auf diese Weise! (Yes, yes. Come right this way!)”

He leads the way to a door and unlocks it with a key. I peer inside. It’s very old looking, but seems comfortable. Wood paneling lines the walls and shaggy, cream colored carpet covers the floor. Everything appears handmade, even the colorful quilt lying on the bed.

“Das ist großartig. Danke. (This is great. Thank you.)”

He nods merrily and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. I plop down on the bed, my arms and legs sprawled in random directions.

They could be doing anything to Riley right now.

And I can’t do anything.

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Riley’s POV:

I wake up. The morning sun is shining through the only large window of the room. The view is amazing. I have a complete outlook of the city I’m in, and in the far off in the distance there is a large tower with a clock.

My head throbs in pain, and I hold it, rubbing it slightly to try and reduce it. Then I remember I was knocked out because someone was a little carless in literally pouring me into this large, saltwater tank. The rubbing seems to help a bit, but I could totally go for an ice pack right about now.

Suddenly, a tall man with slick, black hair walks in. He has a small goatee and wears the stereotype of nerdy glasses.

“Hello, I hope you slept well.” He says, trying way too hard to be earnest.

“Ya, you know, because being knocked out is the best way to go.”

I surface for air and see the man glowering. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my sarcasm.

“You will be put into a large, open pool today for experimentation.”

“Cool.  So, uh, I take it I will be going back to my ‘travel tank’, right?” I say, scrunching two of my fingers on both hands to make the quotation marks.

“Yup. If you could just near the opening, we will be able to lift you into it.”

I swim up and presume the position. A large, claw-like contraption encloses around my waist and back and raises me into the tank.

“Oh yay! Now I don’t have to bonk my head anymore!”

I give the scientist a sarcastic excited face. I’m lowered into the travel tank.

He pushes me into another large room, with a large pool in the middle. Cold, white tiles line the exterior of this massive pool, which depths range from 3 to 20 feet. The room is still about two to three stories high, like the other experimenting room.

In the far back of the area was a large white board for equations, measurements, and data with many other scientists in white lab coats sitting in fold-up metal chairs.

I’m poured in, and I swim around a bit to warm up my sore muscles. My tail was stiff from sleeping and being in such a small tank for a while.

“Hello there, sweetheart. You ready?” Dr. Sean asks, just walking in.

“Let’s get this over with.” I mutter, and swim over to him.