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Sepheran sighed lightly to himself when they finally woke up. He knew something had been wrong about the two, and now they were stuck with Hunters. Hunters that all aimed to destroy every last thing made of fear. The ones who killed their beloved teacher.

Sepheran just put his hand on his head as if he was still recovering from when they got caught as he stayed silent trying to think of what to do. It was obvious that they were not to be trusted, and it wasn't like they knew whatever it was they demanded. Even so they didn't need to know that, it seems they valued that information so if they stayed quiet maybe they could find a way to escape. If they knew they had no idea what they were talking about they would probably be killed on the spot.

((looks like it's option C))

Ugg, what the hell had happened. and why did his head hurt? The dragon stirred, and in an instant all that had happened came flooding back, the trials, the seemingly ruined world, the hunters, everything. For a moment he thought he must have been a dream, that he had awakened back in his own room at Ammityville, but as he opened his eyes he saw it was all too real. Jack, it really wasn't a dream!

Shaking away the blurriness in his eyes, he looked around in desperation, trying to work out where they were now. They were in a room, smaller than the last, much smaller, no, it was a cage. They had been caged like some animals! He looked to his companions, Tro, Sepheran, wait...where was Angenora? Frantically he searched for the fourth member of their group, where, where was she?!

It was with horror that he found her, separated from the rest of them in another chamber, seemingly larger than their own. But it was no comfort as he was struck by the sudden realization that something was very very wrong. Oh god, what were they doing to her?! She was in pain, she was screaming, stop it, STOP IT.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Sheridan roared in fury and rage, snarling as he clawed at the side of the cage, slamming into the walls with the full weight of his body, desperate to break through the prison, to get to her, to free her from whatever they were doing.

"I SWEAR I WILL TEAR YOU ALL TO SHREDS!"

Just let me out of this cage! Fangs and claws flashed in menacing fury as he slammed into the cage wall again, desperate to break free. He had to stop it, he had to, he had to break free!

"Help me, we have to help her!"

He called to his teammates, but they would have no more luck than he did. And he, like them, would be forced to watch as their teammate rent and twisted, destroyed before their very eyes until nothing remained but a cold unfamiliar form. A weapon. The hunters had taken their friend and changed her into a weapon, a weapon!

Rage and sorrow filled him, shaking his own body at the realization of what had happened. It was too much to bear, and he slid to the wall of the cage to sit on the floor as if he had no strength left to stand. His thoughts flashed to his friends back at Ammityville, to all those he cared for, to Tess, Amphi, Willow, Xiu, even to Charlie (though at any other time he would have never considered that demon a friend). He thought of his friends here, of Tro and Seph, and of Angenora, the one that had fallen.

"No, you will get nothing from me. I would sooner suffer whatever fate you have for me than betray everything I care for. You will take no others, not if I can stop you."

No, he would not betray them, he would not condemn them to the same fate. Never, no matter what they did to him.

The figure in the white cloak sighs and takes out an extremely plain looking eyephone, "Sorry ma'am, but I need you down in section B. Yes. Thank you. Yeah, I'd like to avoid him if possible. Thank you again." They pocketed the phone with a sigh and a small smile before remembering to glare at the captives. Several minutes later another a blonde woman walked in, causing the first to stand straighter and adjust their uniform.

She glanced at the captives and smiled back at him, "You did the right thing, this bunch is definitely out odd the ordinary. They almost look...pre-war. You go ahead and take a break, I bet you haven't even had breakfast yet, have you?"

"I'd rather stay and help you, ma'am, I know you had a date planned today with-"

"Don't you worry about it," she cut him off, "this is more important."

He ducked his head a bit, "Sorry...thank you, just give me a call if you need me."

She turned to give the cages a smile that held no hint of kindness, "Oh, I don't think that will be necessary."

He had made a last desperate effort, slamming his fist against the door of the cage, but he'd held no hope to escape. He was too late now, his teammate was gone.

But something had happened, the door swung open, had he succeeded? He had to get up, get on his feet, he had to escape, to help the others. Get up Sheridan, get up! He struggled, his feet scrambling to find purchase, to stand upright, but he found he had no strength, as if everything he had left had been drained from his body. Was it his FEAR? Did FEAR even remain in this world? Was the last of that precious life draining from his own body.

He raised one arm, reaching, oh how he wanted to catch the woman now standing over him, to grab her by the throat and make her pay for all that had been done to them. If only he could reach, if only his body would obey...

When his eyes opened again, Sheridan found his world had changed, but not in a way he would have liked. Any hope he may have had that it had been a dream was lost in an instant, the fire of hate, rage, and horror filling his eyes as he focused on his surroundings.

He fought, he struggled, he snarled, roared, and thrashed against his captors. Even as pain, unbearable rending pain pierced his body and cut through his scales, as the silver blood flowed, his will remained resolute. He would remain strong, he would fight, and he would BITE if given the chance!

All sense of time was lost. How long had he been here? Had there ever been anything else, had he ever known anything but pain and rage? He didn't know anymore. All he knew was the burning pain, the sound of his own cries in his ears. Please someone help me, let me go...

His thoughts would again turn to his friends, those those he cared for, and to his family. Were they safe? Would they be spared his fate, the fate he had seen bestowed on others? Would they live on, or would his own fate be in vain. Would he be forgotten, just another creature destroyed and lost? Please let them be safe...

Through it all, though his body faded, though the roars grew softer, and the threats ceased, and though his will to fight vanished, he never betrayed them. He would say nothing of halloween or his friends, the hunters would get no information from him, ever.

In the end he grew silent save for the tears he could not hold back. His thoughts remained with his friends, his mind retreating to the small comfort in the hope that they were safe. And as he felt the last of his life drain away, as the last beats of his heart and his final breath drew near, only one wish remained: that he could have seen the stars one last time and shared them with his friends.

Sepheran knew something had been off with the two beings they encountered in the beginning. If only...if only he had convinced the others, then maybe they all wouldn't be where they are now, caged like animals. Getting picked off one by one...and poor poor Angenora transformed into a weapon that those filthy humans would use against her own kind. It was a fate much worse then the one he was to bear.

The basilisk hissed as the Hunter opened his cage but his body was overcome with sudden weakness causing him to fall to his knees. He tried to struggle...to so anything he could to go against the Hunters...but he wasn't strong enough. He opened his mouth to curse at the woman looming over him but was surprised when she placed something in his mouth. His eyes widened in sudden worry. What did she give him? He tried to spit it out but it was too late, a round device of some sort was placed on his chest and he felt a harsh pain shoot through him...then blackness.