From Teens to Sparklings

Chapter 15 Experimental Consequences

Log – Day 1: Subject has shown clear signs of distress and confusion. Attempts to approach have been met with violence. Make a note to remind guards to insure anyone approaching Subject wears protective gear on their torsos, arms, neck and face.

Log 2-Day 2: Subject has been sufficiently contained. Subject has taken to cowering in a corner. Agent Christian, codename 'Dolos', has suggested placing binds on Subject's mouth, tail, wrists and ankles. Suggestion will be passed onto General Silas.

Log 3- Day 3: Agent Dolos's request has been granted, and metal binds have been placed on Subjects snout, tail and legs. Subject has been rendered immobile. Testing will begin tomorrow.

Jack whimpered as the door to his small cage opened. Armored humans chained his bound feet together before removing the main chains that tethered him to the cold concrete floor. His stomach growled and cramped in pain, the Energon he had days ago almost gone from his systems. A muscular human grabbed his neck and lower torso, squishing and restraining him. He remained still, hoping to not anger his tormentors, lest that human come back with his lightning stick.

He was carried into a bright room. A metal table that reminded him of the one he had first awakened on back home made him feel relaxed. The tables' surface reflected pure white walls and a grey ceiling. Bright lights hung overhead, illuminating the room so much it hurt, especially after being kept in darkness. The human carrying him pinned him to the metal table by his neck, restricting his throat. Jack winced as the tables' harsh, freezing surface pressed against his weak metal scales. It was nothing like the one back home. That one was warm, and you could get a good grip. This one was harsh and slippery and reflected light right into his sensitive optics.

Heavy, short chains bound him to the table, making it so his only movement possible was stretching his cramped wings and moving his eye. He probably could lift his head a little, but he didn't want to risk it. The human removed his hand from his throat, and Jack gasped in relief. The spines on his neck stayed flat, quivering slightly. He heard a click as a door swung open. There were two sets of footsteps, one was light and swift, the other...

Fresh memories of pain assaulted Jack's mind, sending him into a blind panic. No! Not him! Please, anyone but him! He pulled his head back, trying to push the muzzle off with the small claws on his wings. Electricity coursed through his body as a metal stick slammed into his side. He collapsed back onto the table, his breaths heaving. Lightning bolts jumped between his claws, little sparks flickering like stars. He pressed his head down, clawing the table as hard as he could.

The cruel human who had brought him here chuckled darkly, walking around the table. His lower torso became visible as he stood in front of Jack. The Sparkling narrowed his optics sharply, a low growl building in his throat. Something hot swirled in his gut, and wisps of light blue smoke curled out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. It was an odd sensation, and he felt the need to open his mouth, but his snout was still bound by a silver restraint.

Silas grinned when the creature below him grew agitated. It was interesting to see that there was a high probability of this alien dragon actually breathing fire. Ways to weaponize, recreate and sell this ability flooded his mind, so he turned to the man beside him. A lanky blond-haired man was dressed in a black lab coat and goggles. Covering the lower part of his face was a surgical mask, white and pristine. He didn't care too much for Dr. Martin, but the man's skill was far too good for him to just fire the doctor. A small metal briefcase was clasped in his right hand. Its contents were unknown to Silas, but when he saw the grin on Martian's face when he saw the alien strapped down on the examination table, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Knowing the scientist, it was probably tools of torture and surgical supplies.