The Renegade Dragonflight

The Torture.

I was minding my business on the fucking street when someone fucking jumped me! I mean who the hell does that. But..

Waking up

"Where the fucking hell am I?!" I choked out. I realized that I accidentally let my powers get out of control. A dragon tail was pinned down as a... an FBI po-po or some government shit put a needle in my arm to calm me. I was only fifteen. Holy shit.
Someone came over and states, "Thank you, Cass, that's all the help I need right now." The FBI or Cass, nods and waves goodbye. "Where am I, bitch?! Who are you?!" I said, bitterly.
"I'm Dr. Clef. You need to calm down. Elijah. You're here because security cameras saw your powers get out of control and-" he cuts off after I start yelling for help. Another person, who looks weirdly familiar, comes in.
"Hey gamers, who's the noob, Clef?" The other person said. "Well, Dr. Jack Bright, for your information. Elijah's not a noob. And will you leave? I'm trying to talk to Elijah."
"Don't call me Elijah!" I scream. Bright looks over at me. "Sheesh kid. Should we get 999?" Bright asks Clef. And at that moment, an orange blob with and adorable uwu face comes from under the door, and climbs up on the chair I'm stuck to. I feel calm and satisfied, for an odd reason. It also smells very vividly of Citrus, books, paint, and Magnolia flowers. Then Clef, the stupid shitty ass person he is, says "Well then...seems like you jinxed it. Thanks Bright."
Bright nods, leaves and starts playing Furret Walk. Wait what?!

Authors note: cough whay did I let Bright be introduced this early. Because he's best scp scientist boi. 296 words!