((Oh dear...insulting the intelligence of a paranoid racist...bad bad move...))
Silver Moonblade
"Dragoon, not dragon, though I have had many dealings with them. And you want to know why I haven't changed my blood?"There were actually two reasons, but Silver wasn't dumb enough to say he loved magic. Which he did; it facinated him to no end. However, he was disgusted with the individual's blood which gave him his powers to the extent that he'd rather be dead than live with that fact...
If it weren't for the aspect of vengance, that is.
"I'll tell you then, briefly. You may or may not have heard of Mystics. I-- ::He reached down and squeezed Silvers face around the cheeks with a look of digust on his face. Why was he able to do that? Because he couldnt stop him. Because as Silver may not have realized due to the fact that he hadnt tried to move yet...his arms and legs were bound in thick metal chain and shackles which kept him bound and locked to the table, and a series of straps kept body from trying to rise but was honestly just for show.
Like all the rooms in this tower there was a medical equipment table, because one never knows when a Doctor will get the urge to "expirement". But the actual rooms used for actual medical procedures were spotless an immaculate as well as very well lit. This room was dark and dank, and smelt of rust and moldy metal. Infact as Silver looked around he might notice the mossy fungus on the rusted 3ft thick steel walls. It was the same type of rust that covered a thin layer over his uncomfortable shackles, uncomfortable due to the chaffing of rust on skin. But lets not be mistaken here and assume that the chains were weaker due to the rust. The rust was barely surface deep, they chains could hold back an elephant if they were so employed.
That was of course competely negating the insects which crawled along the walls, there was a Arachnopede. It looked like centepede but with the large furry legs of a spider carrying it across the cieling, a herd of the crawled around the various lights. These were joined with other groups of equally strange insects which called this place their home. On the floor were rats....or were they? Nothing in this tower was that normal but with his back flat against the table he really couldnt see the floor it was out of his vision range...but that didnt stop the creatures from crawling.
With his vice like grip on Silvers face, he snapped at him.::
Do you zhink I am a fool? Do you zhink I built zhis tower from zcratch and I cant tell vhen I am being lied to?! You skin agez over a hundred years old, but you havent learned how to be anyzhing more zhan the child you look like. You love the dizguzting infection in your blood, you abomination.::His fingers squeezed harder, it was strange that even though there was obviously skin on his right hand its grip felt more like the grip of a metal claw than a hand, it was painful as if threatening to rip into Silvers cheek He flicked his arm upwards as if to flick off Silvers face from his hand, and with a look of utter disgust on his face he tossed away the glove on his hand as if tossing away something carrying the plague.::
You ask if I understand? Do I understand that!? I understand zhat in 42 minutez the serum in your blood vill ztart to degrade. Over the next few hours the purity of my home vill infect your blood, your bone, and your mind. Maybe zhen you vill understand how to treat zomeone to whom you owe you life...for now...enjoy zhe feeling you would be enraptured in if not for my child...enjoy your death...Ve vill zee if you survive zhe night...and if your pride survives vith you..::He reached to the foot of the table and picked up a white sheet, the sort of white sheet you lay over a corpse after its been pronounced dead and he layed it over Silver, from head to toe. It was gently laid there leading you to believe that smallest breeze could have blown it away...too bad there was no moving air in this place. No AC, just stale oxygen trapped on the bottom floor of a large tower.
It got worse, the Doctor made his way to the 4ft thick black steel door, as did the large creature which also sat in the room. And he firmly slammed it shut, a series of 23 consecutive 4inch thick steel poles locked the door in place leaving only a small window for air to get in. At least the lights were still on, even if Silver couldnt see the creatures in the room anymore.
Oh, did I mention? When you free a victim from Hypo-thermia the first and foremost thing is to get them warm. There are no heaters in the Black Hospital so they rely on body heat and light. Of course this means you must take the "ice" off the person. Namely their frozen clothes.
Silver was absolutely and positively naked under loose white sheet...and alone with the myriads of insects and vermin which called this place home, as well as whatever things lie hidden in the far dark corners of the room. With this sheet over his head, Silver wouldnt be able to see much of anything beside whi--whoops! Make that black! As an audible click turned the lights off...and a slight moan was heard in the distance as well as the shuffling of "something" in the dark.
And what was this tingle? The obviously unmistakable feeling of something crawling on Silvers foot, and beginning to make its way up his leg...under the sheet.
Things couldnt get any worse. This had to be the bottom of the barrel. Silver was left alone, and bound, and naked in this room. His body was being crawled upon, and the insect was wandering toward his "sensitive" regions, he hadnt eaten in god only knows how long. And in 40 minutes his anti-magic defense was going to begin to wither leaving his body to slowly return to normal
but while he was no more than 20ft from an Anti-Magic generator. How would his body react to slow...painful...anti-magic exposure? This was the pits, right?
Wrong. Madi knew better, she had been down here when Marys failed brothers and sisters tried to speak to her...A voice slowly began to echo in Silvers mind...it was a slow...steady voice, like a child calling in a playground but the voice was full grown, and sounded oh so much more sinister as it called out in Silvers mind...::
Silver...come and play...play with me...::The shuffling in the room got louder, and closer as the voice grew inside his head grew louder. The voice changed the voice of a woman::
Play with me...::And the shuffling group louder still. And again to the voice of a child.::
Play...::And louder still before the shuffling finally stopped, and the voice change to perhaps the most frightening of all. Silvers very own voice.::
...forever...::About then the feeling of something large and heavy like a hand or a large wide bug, smacked directly on Silvers face from over the white sheet. Its "fingers" or maybe its "legs" were positioned around Silvers face...and it sat...with a single small appendage the size of a slurpee straw trying to slowly work its way into Silvers lips. For what?!
Silver surely wasnt going to make a sound, he'd act very tough and shrug off everything around him as if it as something he had experienced before. But the human mind in the darkness has a horrible habit of losing track of time. Minutes and hours, and even days blend together...how long would it before the serum gave in? How long would it be before the hungry grew uncontrollable...How long would it be before the Doctor came back...if he ever came back.::
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