So, this is a continuation of my M rated Story 'A failed Experiment'. I have run out of ideas for the next few chapters but I didn't want to forget my ideas for the later story.
Summary of the M rated part (in case you don't want to read that)
The protagonist (doesn't have and isn't going to have a name) is sent to eradicade all dragons. They were an experiment of some unknown character and the experiment failed.
So he goes out and begins to do his job by killing dragons (brutally, that's why the original story is rated M) and then stealing/adapting certain powers of them. By the beginning of the story, the protagonist has a nadders tail (to shoot spines), a timberjacks arm-blades, a whispering deaths teeth (to crush rocks), a pair of stormcutter wings, the ability to melt eaten rocks (from Gronckle stomach), an immunity to eels (allergy comes from adapting dragons body parts) from the Typhoomerang stomach, the camouflage from changewing skin, the burning skin from a Monstrous nightmare.
He also got a scythe made from bones and a fang of the red death.
I was finally making progress. After taking out many subjects on my own I met some of those inhibitors, or as 'Vikings' as they called themselves. They were supposed to regulate the population of the experiments, so the project would be controllable. When I first met them, they attacked me for being 'all dragonlike'. It took a while to convince them I was real and didn't want to destroy them but in the end I could convince them to trust me. I showed them better techniques to killing these creatures. Their task had changed. They were no more to control the population but to decimate it. My favourite tribe of Inhibitors were the 'Slayers', right after the 'Berserkers'. The Slayers chief, Lokar the lunatic was really into killing these things. And he didn't even have any major motive, like revenge for a killed family. The only thing greater than his motivation to kill, were his capabilities in combat. Legends said That he to once defeated a Monstrous Nightmare, as they called it, with a toothpick, after having his hair set on fire; that he headbutted a Gronckle to death; and that he deafened a thunderdrum in a screaming contest.
Dagur the Deranged was also pretty good at killing these creatures. He wasn't as much of a fighter but that guy knew how to make trophys and in every minute he had, he thought about killing dragons and expanding his trophy hall. After all he was only 'deranged', not a full grown lunatic.
The more tribes I visited the more I heard of that one place 'Berk'. I was told, they were raided constantly. That was the reason why they had killed less dragons than normal. They were too weak to kill anymore. They also had the problem of their heir being a Hiccup, their term for a weakling.
I decided to give this 'Berk' place a visit. Maybe I could find out why they were raided and offer them a little help.
To observe the situation I landed on the top of the mountain that the island 'Berk' was. Fitting name. (AN: Put "Mountain" into google and let it translate to german.)
Looking at the buildings I got my first surprise. Being constantly raided could mean two things. Either close to no buildings or only new buildings. What I saw was a lot of old and new buildings.
My second surprise was that there were no catapults, ballistas or bola throwing devices like I've seen them in the other tribes. They also had only one forge. ONE FORGE. all the others had two, the 'Berserkers' and 'Slayers' had even three of them, just to keep up with sharpening all the needed weapons to fight the dragons off.
When I looked to the fighting arena I was once more astonished. There were kids and dragons in there. I assumed they were training how to fight dragons. But I didn't notice any damages in the cage over there. And there were also no blood stains on the floor on the wall.
Something is wrong with this village. And I'm gonna find out what.
I decided to investigate the village up close during the night. I barely arrived there when I heard a pair of wings flapping. I ran to the spot where the sound came from - the chief's house from what the size compared to the other buildings told - to identify the source. I looked around and saw nothing, but heard another flap. I jumped into the air and followed the sound. Being close to it I saw a boy flying in the air, more like sitting. No, he was sitting on one of these dragons, one that was black as the night.
Suddenly the dragons ears, or what I assumed were ears, perked up. The boy leaned forward and patted his head. "Come on Toothless, what is it?" The dragon gestured to me with his head. When the rider turned around I folded my wings and dropped a bit before unfolding them. "I don't know, there's nothing." But the dragon disagreed. he turned his head around and shot at me. I barreled out of the way and ascended into the clouds. "Hey, Toothless, there is really nothing." I heard him say. Chuckling at the upcoming irony I flapped my wings to gain a bit extra height and then dived at them from behind. I landed on the dragon, Toothless I assume, ran over his back, grabbed him and jumped off the dragon.
"OH MY GODS! WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT GRABBED ME?" the boy yelled while trying to struggle free from my grip. Now that I didn't need any cover I deactivated my camouflage. "You come with me. I have questions." I instructed, tightening my clamp. "You can speak?" he said in disbelief. "I said I HAVE QUESTIONS!" I boomed.
I saw some seastacks, flew to them and landed there, dropping the kid off. "Can you get Toothl... my dragon here too please, he can't fly on his own. He'll drown!" the boy yelled. "Isn't far. It'll swim." I shrugged. "Now" I pinned him to the ground "Tell me what is going on here. You people are supposed to be enemys with these dragons... creatures! To kill them! To keep their population at a minimum. These... things are mindless beasts, powerful and purely destructive, theý even tear each other to peaces. I should know, I effordlessly started a lot of bloody conflicts between the sub-species." The kid's eyes widened. "You started the bloodshed between the Nadders and the Changewings?" I leaned in to him even closer, my teeth only millimeters away from his face. "You don't seem to understand how this works, so I'll have to explain. I ask you a question you give me an answer. One question - one answer. I don't like the answer you give, we have a problem. And if we've got a problem, you've got a problem. Understood?" he gulped. "Yes."
"Why is Berk so different from other Vikings concerning dragons? I heard you were raided constantly, buy yet you don't have any defense systems active. Also constant raids means a lot of damage to the buildings and I see a lot of old buildings in your village. And your fighting arena looks different from what I saw at the Slayers and the Berserkers. Explain!"
"We have sort of... " he hesitated. I slit my eyes and hissed at him "We have made peace with the dragons. It turns out... oh sorry only one answer."
"What were you about to say?"
He took a deep breath. "It turn's out they are not the mindless and destructive beasts we thought they were."
I felt rage build up in me. "They Are Mindless! They Are destructive! They Are A FAILURE!"I yelled at him. then I grabbed him by the collar and threw him in the air. I reared my my arm back to finish him off. No! He isn't the objective! I reminded myself. I flapped my wings and blew him off the steastack. I took off and ascended into the clouds. I got to get a clear head. This was so messed up.
So, how do you like this chapter? You can find the rest of the story here: s/10952914 I don't recommend reading it if you highly sensitive and/or have a livid phantsy.
Anyways, do you like the story? what could I do better?
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