Chapter 7: Malfeitor

Kel was silent for some minutes. He had just told his name to a total stranger.

But, instead of feeling really reluctant against the idea that he just told his name to someone he didn't knew, he felt a feeling of safety and warmth.

Emotions and feelings he hadn't experienced in a long time. It remembered him of his step mother and father, before they became the frustrated and sadistic people he had known for the biggest part of his life. He thought back to the moments when his step mother had nursed him when he felt sad or miserable , thanks to the bullies at his school. His brain was shutting down slowly, thanks to all the heavy emotions they had to process the last hours.

He lowered his head until he laid down on the ground. He felt the paws of the purple dragoness petting his head. Kel couldn't help it. He smiled widely, feeling save and settled. With one last sigh, his eyes closed themselves , and darkness enveloped the totally exhausted and mentally drained lizard. The last thing he felt were the paws of the purple dragoness. The first minutes of Kels sleep were peaceful, but it didn't took long before his mind began to drift off to dreams about his old home.

A young Kel was walking around at his home, limping because some bullies had broken his foot. He didn't dared to go to a teacher, and only the thought about telling it to his parents made him cringe. At this moment , he tried to find some painkillers. He opened one of the many bags with pills that laid around the house. Most of them were filled with useless stuff that his mother liked to use. Mostly drugs and other things Kel didn't cared about. Once , when his dad had punched him, he couldn't find the painkillers. In ultimate desperation , trying to get the pain away, he tried some of the drugs. He took the bottle filled with pieces of LSD.

It was one of the worst experiences of his whole life. Kel was still stuffing around in his mother's bags when he heard a voice behind him. A chill run up his spine.

" What are you doing , maggot?" he heard the voice whisper. Kel turned around, bumping right against the big body of his step dad. A sadistic smile was on his face. Kel didn't even tried to talk himself out of this . He knew the routine , he knew what would follow. After some peaceful seconds , the first punch landed against Kels stomach. He fell to the floor, trying to regain his breath, but before he could do anything, something hard landed on his face, knocking him over. Looking up , he saw his step dad with a baseball bat in his hand. His smile widened when he saw Kels scared face.

" Do you like it? I knew I had to introduce you to your new best friend, mister goanna-bash-your-useless-brain-in. Say hello to him Kel."

When Kel didn't responded, he looked like he felt sad about it .

" It's really naughty when you don't say hello , you know?" his dad said, the smile returning to his face. The baseball bat went up, and after some moments of silence , came down with full force, bashing against Kels head. This went on for a couple of minutes before Kels step dad decided to change their routine . He grabbed something in his pocket. A pincer appeared in his hand. He walked over to Kel and grabbed one of his hands, grabbing him tightly. Kel tried to pull his arm back, but he had never succeeded in breaking this man's iron grip, and just as always, it failed miserably.

Kel step dad looked dawn on Kels right hand. He looked like he was thinking about something, until the grin of pure evil reappeared on his face. His eyes darkened , thanks to the pleasure this whole happening gave him. This was something that made his day, and Kel knew it.

" Do you like your dumb nails , bot?" he asked in a mischievous voice. Kels breath stuck in his throat. His step dad , clearly enjoying Kels facial expression of pure terror, began to clunch his fists more tighter around Kels arms.

" Whats the matter Kel? Are you scared that I will damage your pretty hands." He asked , mocking. "Speaking of hands, your nails are a little bit long don't you think?" Kels eyes were getting the size of dinner plates while his step dad moved the pincer to Kels hands. Without hesitation, he closed the pincer on Kels nails. His smile widened when he gave a hard pull on the pincer, ripping Kels nail out their natural place.

An ear piercing scream escaped Kels throat, followed by streams of tears caused by the pain from the senseless display of abuse. A fist gripped himself around Kels throat and lifted him up until he looked right into the eyes of his personal executioner. His watered eyes looked to the hard , emotionless green orbs from the person who dared to call himself a stepdad . With one powerful throw, Kel collided with the wall. He collapsed on the ground , becoming nothing more than a pile of misery, agony and sadness. His stepdad looked at him in a disgusted way, before he turned around, to join Kels stepmother on the couch. But before he went to the living room, he looked back one time.

"If you don't mind, clean the blood. I don't want your filthy body liquids on my clean floor, thank you." Kel glared at him when he left to the living. Biting on his lip to ease the pain, he whispered " I hate you." Wiping away his tears , he went to the bathroom to search for some bandage and a towel. He had to clean his blood after all. Walking to the bathroom, he saw a picture on the wall. He had never looked at it before, because he wouldn't know why. Pictures are nothing more than a remembrance of someone's past, something Kel really didn't needed. But this picture was something special. It was a picture from a newspaper.

GIRL GETS RAPED AND KILLED. Said the headline. Below the title was a picture of someone who had a striking resembles to his stepmother, when she was younger. Kel tried to read the words below the picture, but the paper had become unreadable thanks to the years of being subjected to the radiation of the sun. He wanted to read more , but his thoughts were interrupted by a hard blow to his head. Turning around , he saw his stepmother with the baseball bad in her hands, a hateful look in her eyes.

" Clean your disgusting blood of my floor, freaking slug. That paper is none of your fucking business. " she screamed. Kel didn't thought he had ever run so fast to the bathroom. With a scream he opened his eyes, looking right into the eyes of a poison green dragon.

The eyes of the dragon were a lighter shade of green.

Green eyes.

Stepdad.

With a high pitched scream , Kel tried to get away, but he was held dawn by the purple dragoness. Panicking , he began to trash around widely, hitting the green dragon in the face. Before he could cause more damage, a strong paw closed himself around Kels arms. He looked to the dragon who had him in his claws, meeting the eyes of a purple dragon with gold horns. Kel began to hyperventilate from the moment he recognized the dragon who had kicked him to a bloody pulp.

He tried to get himself free, but his shredded and abused muscles didn't allowed any movement. The only thing he did was producing a sad peeping noise, sounding like a kicked dog. Spyro rose his eyebrows at this ( or anything that a dragon has that resemblances an eyebrow) , but he didn't let go of the black, wounded dragon. Cynder walked over to the trembling Kel, and after some thought , she spoke.

" Kel, we found a healer to help you." Kel looked over to the green dragon, who still laid on the ground , rubbing his abused nose.

" You know, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't attack me when I am going to check on you, okay?" he said in a deep voice. Kel didn't reacted in any way. The green dragon took it as a yes, and walked over to the black dragon. "Would you please drop him Spyro. I can't work if you keep him that way."

Spyro grumbled but dropped him anyway. The green dragon pinned Kel to the ground to look at him.

Kel tried to get away again, but the green dragon stopped him easily. " I would really like it if you would keep your body calm. I try to help you, but I can't do that if you keep acting like a fucking 2 year old hatchling." The green dragon said in a low, dark voice. Kel calmed down a little , but he still didn't trusted this dragon. He was surprised when he saw the dark purple dragoness coming over to him.

She looked him right in the eyes and said " Everything will be alright. Let Wulfilla just do his job , okay?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. Kel gulped , but after some seconds nodded. Wulfilla took this as a sign to begin his medical treatment. The green dragon began to push at random places , spread over Kels body.

" Interesting scars he has ….broken paw…..broken wings….ready for sexual interaction with another dragon…." . Kel shuddered when he heard the whispers that came out of Wulfillas mouth. This dragon clearly didn't knew what shame was. There was something like 'too much information'. After some minutes , Wulfilla retreated his paws and told them his conclusion.

"He has to be brought to a medical center immediately. Otherwise he will probably die thanks to his wounds and lack of food." He said in a casual tone. " Normally, I would heal him on the spot, but I lost my red gems some time ago." Cynder gasped at this statement, and she immediately went to Spyro. " Come on Spyro, we have to get him to a medical center." she said in a hurried voice. Spyro frowned again." I think we have a little problem over here." She and Wulfilla looked at him , confused.

" The nearest center is in warfang."

Cynder cringed at the name and Wulfilla cursed under his breath.

" Damn fucking Warfang."

The reason for the hate of warfang will be explained in the next chapter. Well, I did some research and I came to a depressive conclusion. I totally fucked the characters of Spyro and Cynder. I tried to fix it in this chapter, but it worked out in this way every time again. I just cant make a story with a nice Spyro and a paranoid Cynder. Sorry Spyro fans, but i am afraid it will stay this way , for more information about Wulifilla and the meaning of his name, look at my account. You will find it there. This chapter is called "Malfeitor" what means " criminal" in Latin. It is also a reference to the song " Malfeitor" from " Watain". that song really gives me the depressed state that I need to write chapters like this. Also , I am working on a new project. More info about this next chapter. Thanks for reading. Reviews are really welcome. See ya.