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damned_institute2010-05-21 09:40 pm
damned-doctors.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2010-05-21 09:40 pm
Nightshift 49: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [M-U for Kemanorel]
It has been said that an animal lurks within the heart of every man. In some cases, that could even be taken literally. In tonight's specimen the dragon sleeping within his heart was a literal thing, the human exterior only a deceptive facade. And masks could be so easily shattered, couldn't they? It simply took the right kind of blow in just the right place.
And tonight the stage was all prepared, the set pieces in place and the curtain about to rise as soon as the star decided to awaken. In anticipation of that event the young man had been placed on a table illuminated by a single particularly bright light above him, enough to cast the rest of the room in shadow. After all, it'd be premature to reveal the rest of the backdrops before the show began, wouldn't it?
For the moment the room was almost utterly silent but for a faint humming, buzzing sound, the sort that wasn't immediately noticed but as soon as it was became impossible to ignore. And accompanying the sound was a particularly heavy tang of ozone, as though lightning had just struck nearby. Nobody else was visible in the room as yet, no sounds of movement to give away the doctor's presence. Until the time was right she simply waited, watchful and silent.
And tonight the stage was all prepared, the set pieces in place and the curtain about to rise as soon as the star decided to awaken. In anticipation of that event the young man had been placed on a table illuminated by a single particularly bright light above him, enough to cast the rest of the room in shadow. After all, it'd be premature to reveal the rest of the backdrops before the show began, wouldn't it?
For the moment the room was almost utterly silent but for a faint humming, buzzing sound, the sort that wasn't immediately noticed but as soon as it was became impossible to ignore. And accompanying the sound was a particularly heavy tang of ozone, as though lightning had just struck nearby. Nobody else was visible in the room as yet, no sounds of movement to give away the doctor's presence. Until the time was right she simply waited, watchful and silent.
no subject
But he wasn’t a person now, was he, and he was barely a fraction of the size that he should have been for this form. The only mass that had been available while shifting—or, rather, while he was being forced to shift—was that of a skinny seventeen year old boy, barely enough to make a dragon the size of a hunting dog. This was wrong. All of it. The dragon seethed with anger, so much so that red haze filled his vision, and—no. Keman took a deep breath through his new nostrils, trying to calm himself. He couldn’t prove the woman right. He wasn’t dumb animal or a monster.
Steeling himself, the little dragon folded his wings and raced towards the open door. He had to get out of here, no matter what the cost. And not too soon, either. Lightning arced behind him, searing the tip of his tail as he went.
[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/910780.html?thread=69700796#t69700796).]