RAAM's P.O.V.
Ahh, the sweet sent of blood filled my nostrils as I entered the cells with the girl in hand. The emergence hole I used to escape those wretched humans led to the very front of this Dehumanization Facility. I'm going to relish watching this girl rot from within, crushing her spirit. I managed to find an empty cage, about the size of a Bloodmount, and I violently chucked the human into it. She whimpered as her spine smacked against the thick metal bar.
She sat up with her bruised legs outstretched, looking up at me with reddened blue eyes. I spoke in my gruff voice, "This is your new home...until you expire."
She said in a weak, crackling voice, "Can...can I have some food...please?"
I growled. What gives her the right to eat our food? But, I digress. We must keep her alive until my invention is complete. Than we can feed her to the 'dogs.'
In our tongue I shouted down the hall, "Chef! Bring this creature something to sustain her!"
A massive Butcher tumbled in, dragging an enormous Rockworm behind and a bloody cleaver in the other. Is he really going to give this girl an entire worm?
It turns out he wasn't. He spread out the long stone worm down the hall and carefully aligned his cleaver with a seam on it's body. In on swift cut, he sliced the tail off of the Rockworm. He picked it up and squeezed it in between the bars of the cage.
The girl looked at it with her eyes glazing over. In our language I said, "Let's go. Allow the human to settle into her final resting place."
We both turned and marched down the hall and out of the building.
Max P.O.V.
"Boom!" the monster bellowed.
He fired another rocket from his launcher which we, once again, dodged effortlessly. These massive hulking locust, about the same height as RAAM but bulkier, carried rocket launchers around and for some reason shouted 'Boom!' everytime they fired. Why? It was just giving us a chance to dodge. We managed to knockout his buddy when Nudge landed a flying kick to his stupid bald head. The dope groaned and collapsed, leaving us with only one of the Dynamic Dumbasses to deal with.
Fang managed to his Gasman behind cover of a snack vendor as we battled in the subway platform. I whistled, "Hey pea-brain!" He let out a dopey sound and turned towards my direction.
"Boom?" I suggested.
"Boom!" He fired another slow moving rocket at me, which I rolled to the side to avoid.
Fang got a running start behind this idiot. He jumped up, one leg sticking out, and his foot connected to this thing's skull with a sickening crack. Both of these things lied on the ground, motionless. Gazzy walked out of his cover with a pained expression on his face with only one wing. I felt so bad for the little guy. If we do manage to beat these things, how will we take care of Gazz? He'll never be able to fly again! So what can we do?
But a devilish smile spread across his face when he picked up a rocket launcher to big for him to carry. I smiled at him, feeling relieved he still found joy in blowing stuff up. But he managed to do so, aiming it down the tunnel, and he fired. The rocket soared down the tunnel, but was suspiciously halted by a mound of dirt and rubble in the middle of the tracks. Could it be where these things came from? A way to enter their stronghold?
"Guys, come on! This could be a way to Angel and the solution to destroy these things!" Though my family looked tired and beaten, they solemnly agreed. So we continued our push towards the structure in the subway tunnel.
Angel P.O.V.
Why? Why were these things doing this to me? Why can't they just let me die? The very thought of living in this torturous prison of a body made me cry once more. Five of these tall lanky creatures that look like the unarmored ones from before opened up my cell and took me to a musty filthy room full of saws, axes, knives, and needles. I was hoping they were going to execute me, but no such luck. They strapped me to a large metal tray suspended in the air by a chain linking from each corner to a single point on the ceiling.
One looked into my eyes with his coal black ones. His teeth were crooked, yellow, and rotten. He was dresses differently from the others. Where the others wore a weird cloak, this one had battle armor on, two strange looking guns strapped to his belt, and he had spindly dreadlocks hanging around his face. He turned towards his comrades and let out a series of clicks and screeches.
They replied with the same and the dreadlock one quickly walked out the door with it's raptor-like legs. One of the creatures approached me with a scalpel in hand. I silently begged him to slit my throat. I didn't care. I lost Total, Iggy, and possibly the rest of my family. The only thing I had to live for is the open arms of Death, once the time comes.
The one with a scalpel cut a piece of flesh from my diseased wound in my pearl colored wing. Another arrived with a tube and dropped the meat into it, closing it off with a lid. Another doctor, I suppose, pried my jaw open and took a spit sample. And the last on wrote some notes down. Together, the four creatures returned me to my cell.
They didn't kill me, they didn't put me out of my misery. Why? That's all I want to know, why?
RAAM's P.O.V.
The samples given to me by the Kantus proved to be the key ingredient for my project. Thankfully, they didn't ask why I needed them. It's best not to tell the horde just yet. I managed to splice the avian human's DNA with the other materials in a machine Skorge and his lackeys built in return to use the human for further study. My creation started to stir in it's rest. I was keeping it in a cage in case he got aggressive. After many painful seconds the creature rose on it's two front spider legs, sitting on it's tail with no hind legs. It had a set of narrow black wings and it's head looked like one of a dinosaur, full of crooked razor-like teeth. Though the creature had no eyes, it looked up at me.
I was at a loss for words. After working on this project for hundreds of years I have finally managed to create our most deadliest weapon! But wait, I still had to test it. I picked up a piece Rockworm meat from my dish and dropped it into the cage. From the moment it entered the monster's vicinity, it shredded the meat apart within seconds at blinding speeds. If it weren't for my permanent scowl, I would be smiling. I must create another for the two to mate. Their DNA will thankfully give them a faster aging rate than normal, allowing me to mass produce these at a rapid pace.
In the end, I think I shall call these beasts...The Kryll.