Dr. Lothar was almost done with his extraction experiment. Surprisingly to him the girl was still alive. He had taken multiple blood samples, and preformed many operations. He also had tried to clip the dragon girl's wings, but they would just grow larger every time. After trying to clip the dragon girl's wings for the fifth time, the doctor gave up, letting the wings take up almost all of the room's extra space. He had moved onto the suspicious needles, filled with multiple glowing liquids. He injected them one by one into the girl, the first one a lime green color that went into her arm, the last one being a fiery red color that he injected into her chest. There was one final thing that needed to be done now, and it was the most risky part of the entire procedure. Dr. Lothar had Jackson take one last blood sample, and then moved the table the girl was on under a brightly glowing machine.
The doctor chuckled, "time for the final test." He then got into the machine, which had pools of lava next to it, powering it, and a large drill-like end pointed at the little hybrid.
"Turn it on now Jackson!", he shouted.
Jackson hit the lever, and the machine started to lean, spinning faster as it moved toward the hybrid. It whirred, whined, and creaked as it moved. Closer and closer it got, until it tapped her forehead, and a loud "Boom!" was heard. Rain began pounding on the ceiling above, while thunder and lighting cracked nearby. The machine had stopped leaning, but the drill-like bit kept spinning. The little dragon girl had begun to struggle in her unconsciousness, as if she were having a terrible nightmare. 'Soon', the Doctor thought, 'soon. Just hold on a little longer.' The drill was rotating at maximum speed, then suddenly it stopped.
A little portal began to form above the girl's forehead, and slowly but surely, a figure came through it. First came the hands. The hands were almost as dark as night, with a little glow on the fingertips. Next came wings, bat like wings wider than the length of the room. They were darker than the hands, with shades of purple on the skin flaps, or membranes. The wings expanded, knocking Jackson to the floor, and almost took the doctor down as well, along with the machine he sat in. Soon, a head appeared. The hair on top of it was short, but wavy, and pitch black, darker than the night. There were green glowing eyes on the face, which turned dark purple, almost black, when the light of the glowstone hit them. A tiny nose and an almost hidden smirk were also present. He wore no shirt, but had pants on. The pants seemed to have been white at one time, but had faded and were ripped. They were stained a peculiar color, almost as if they had been sprayed with blood. Seeing the creature emerge from the portal, Dr. Lothar froze.
"no..." The doctor whispered, "no... this is not what i wanted..." He then paused, and ducked in the machine, hoping to notch that he was hidden.
Then he mouthed the words, ".....I have doomed us all..."
The figure stood straight up, and then proceeded to step out of the portal to stand next to the girl strapped to the table.. At the moment the creature left the portal, it sealed, and the storm outside ceased. The little hybrid girl stopped her struggles, and lied still, as if her horrible nightmare had ended. The figure looked at her, grinned evilly, and began walking over to Jackson, who was still sitting on the floor. The figure glanced down at Jackson, with a look of pure hatred. Jackson stared back at him, frozen in terror at what stood above him. He could not move no matter how hard he tried, his arms just shook as he sat, waiting for the creature's next move.
The creature pulled its foot back, and kick Jackson in the ribs. A loud crunch sounded when the figure's foot made contact with Jackson's abdomen. Jackson cried out in pure agony as he fell from his sitting position, a small spot of red forming on his white shirt. Jackson moaned in pain as the creature continued to kick him. He was kicked on his shins, once more to his ribs, and twice to the face. Only did the creature stop when Jackson was laying unconscious on the ground. It smiled down at the young apprentice, admiring its work. It had longed to once again see the suffering of others, by its own hands. This boy was its first piece of work in years! Looking down and seeing that the boy was bruised and bleeding in multiple places, enough to make him pass out, it moved on, seeking the next victim, as it hummed with joy.
