"For many years, I have built this school reserved for children with...special abilities. I accept these students under my care; I show no fear of their age, race, gender, flaws, sexual orientation, and so on. I believe that these children should ha...
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Wretched screams and angry bubbles rose in icy water.
Civil expressions hovered on the scientists' faces as they watched the tortured soul writhe in pain.
"Holy Moly." a scared Nessa position her trembling hand on her chest to see if her heart is still beating.
Her prudent older brother takes a hesitant step back. His legs behaved like waterlogged noodles in a pot of bubbling soup.
Shocked eyes somehow lost their color as the kids witnessed the dragon attempting to escape its rusted chains.
However, what was strange about this jarring scene is that it perplex the kids, who only saw the monster as an adversary.
At first, the four children had expected the sea dragon to be unsympathetic. But now, seeing the monster squirm in agony, the kids felt remorseful for hunting it down.
When three minutes were up, the calculated scientist stops pressing the remote control button, then carefully slips it back into his coat pocket.
"Good job, Mitch." complimented the defiant Sergeant. "Now, we shall go on with the experiment."
Brooke's contentious eyes reside on the insensitive scientist.
"Are you serious?" she growled. "If you kill the sea creature, then that cure will be as good as dead."
Sergeant Jones deliberately blinks his eyes at the enraged teenage girl.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he scoffs. "We weren't going to kill the dragon."
"Okay then," Brooke says crossly. "So why does it look like it has been in a fight?"
The elder combatant did not respond.
Instead, he switches his astounded gaze over to the sea dragon who is slowly recovering from its horrible injuries.
Exhaustedness tempts the demon to close its eyes, but it couldn't. In fact, the sea monster's entire body is too weak to move—let alone shoot malignant glares at its apathetic captors.
And as the blood oozed from its wounds, the water has transformed into a menacing red prison.
Feeling sorry for the creature, Caleb moved towards the blood-red water tank until one of the scientists grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulls him away.
"What the hell are you doing, kid?" hissed the angered scientist. "That sea creature is too dangerous."
Compassion and affection have mysteriously vanished from his eyes as the boy glances at the angered medical consultant.
Ever since he was six years old, Caleb did not like being touched by boys-especially older men.
He hated the smell of cigarettes wafting in their breaths; vicious words and unsanitary hands would impel Caleb to slither away from their contact.
