Chapter 4

"AAAAARRRRR!" Black shifted in his new chair, watching as the drugs started to ware off. He knew that not keeping him sedated would feel like murder to him, but he really didn't care. He wasn't doing this for his wellbeing; he was doing this for Jade. He needed some more information before he went ahead with project 'Jade retrieval'.

"Nice to see you awake Drago."

"AAAAA!"

"That sounds like it stings a little."

"No SHIT! GGGRRAAAA!" Black took another sip of his now cold coffee and rolled his eyes. Drago thrashed against the metal bed he was shackled to from his tail, ankles, wrists, waist and neck. And he had a special fire proof muzzle on him, just in case.

"Well, firstly, I think you know who I am. Or are you in so much pain that you can't register who I am?" Black wasn't nasty about it, he just wasn't pleasant either.

"GGGRRRRR FUCK!" Drago's eyes flew open and he arched his back. He felt like there was someone behind him, scraping his back and carving the flesh from his spine constantly.

"Nice to know humanity rubbed off on you. Too bad it was the wrong part…but anyway. I didn't stop your sedatives so I could sit here, and listen to every colourful word under the sun come from your foul mouth."

"Then hurry up and SPIT IT OUT! GGGAAARRRFFFUUUCCCKKK!" The carving sensation came from the back of his skull now and the searing heat it caused made him want to hurl. The unbearable nausea he felt made his head spin and his eyes blur, but he could see a fuzzy, white wall above him and bright lights.

"You're right. I should get to the point. I don't like you."

"Nice to know. And its fucking mutual." Drago snarled as the pain seemed to increase. He swore that someone was pulling his spleen out from the front and twisting his insides around each other.

"That, was not my point." Black got up and stood before him. He looked a mess. The literal Royal Blue Demon Blood covered his face, arms, tail, and well everywhere. His clothed were soaked in it and there were 30 centimetre gashes all over his body. Some a deep as his bones, which wasn't pretty. Not all the medicine in the world would save his life. Only the potion that Uncle made them, that was constantly pumped into his body through a drip, would heal him. "I am here because you did something that I don't understand."

"Foolish mortal!" He thrashed his head back and fire spurted out the sides of the muzzle. "The Dragon Prince explains nothing! Mortals don't understand things for a reason, you are worthless!"

"Even Jade?" Black watched as the Dragon prince opened his blood covered eyes and looked dead at him. The reds of his eyes piercing a little fear into Black, even though he knew that Drago couldn't do anything if he tried. But he still felt a little shiver from the way his eyes seemed to hold deep, dark secrets that he didn't dare see.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Captain Black, head of Section 13."

"Oh yes, I remember you. The weakling who's place my men trashed. I remember you, using your little toy guns against me."

"And I remember how daddy had to come and smack your ass."

"RRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRR!" Drago roared, and smirked as Black unconsciously stepped back. "Afraid of me are we? You're not as stupid as you look Black."

"Thanks. You're not as weak as you look. You look a hell of a lot worse."

"Thanks. And just for your information, don't look for help from Shendu again. He won't answer the call."

"You killed your own father! You're sick!" Black picked up a gun and pointed it straight at him. He didn't trust this freak as far as he could throw him. And from how heavy he looked, that wouldn't be far.

A rumble came from deep in Drago's throat. It was a murmur, but it slowly got louder, and louder. He threw his head back and cackled manically. His eyes glowing and his claws grinding against the metal, leaving deep marks behind.

"But as you said, that wasn't you point now was it?"

"And you didn't answer my question." Drago's sick chuckling stopped dead. He grew quiet and looked away. "Strike a nerve did I?"

"Fuck off!"

"I bet you didn't tell Jade to fuck off, did you Drago?"

"I do not have to explain myself to you, mortal." He spat 'mortal' like to be human was a disease, a rat and vermin.

"You don't like mortals do you Drago?"

"No, I don't."

"Then what about Jade?"

"Fuck off!"

"Not so talkative when little Miss Chan comes into the conversation, are you?"

"Get bent."

"My you have learned a lot about our language haven't you? Can you say phaser?"

"Wha FUCK!" Black stabbed Drago in the side with his favourite phaser and smiled down at the pained expression on the Dragon's face. His body went into spasm and jerked from every odd direction.

"Now play nice and answer the question."

"Kill me."

"Not yet. Death is way too easy. Answer the question."

"NO! AAAAARRRRR!" Black charged the phaser through him again and waited for him to calm down.

"Answer the question."

"You think I am a stranger to torture Black? My father was the Immortal Dragon Shendu. WHO DO YOU THINK HE PRACTISED ON!" Black took a step back, shocked. Shendu tortured his own son? then he got an idea.

"Answer the question and you will be rewarded."

"Get bent. I'm used to pain far worse than this…you will not break me until I am broken…I hope that is soon…" Drago panted, his scales smoking slightly from the phaser's voltage.

"I will let you sleep again, no pain, if you tell me what I want to know."

"And, what exactly do you want to know?"

"Well…let's start with why you don't include Jade when you say you don't like mortals."

"She is more demon than you will ever know." He chuckled, only to be rewarded with a small jolt. "I answered the God damn question ass; you don't like the answer, too bad. GO CRY ABOUT IT!"

"She is not a demon."

"I didn't say she was." Black scowled as Drago smirked with his eyes. His mouth was covered after all.

"Next question. Why did you save her?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes." Black leaned in, and Drago leaned his head towards him, looking like he was going to whisper it, which he did.

"You see…"

"Yes?"

"Jade is my secret love slave. I have never seen such an ass in all my life!"

"DAMN YOU!" Drago laughed, even through the searing pain the phaser gave him. "Give me a straight answer. I have all day."

"Then get comfy, ass." But just as Black was about to retort, an agent walked in.

"Captain Black sir, Jade is all settled in her new room and I will be bringing her to her first training session tomorrow.

"Jade is HERE?" Drago yelled, getting everyone's attention.

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Where is she? Is she alright? Did she get away? Is she harmed damn it?"

"And…why would that matter to a Dragon who hated mortals?" Got you!

"IS. SHE. HARMED. YOU. ASS. JOCKY!"

"I do not like the way you talk to me lizard boy. She is out of dangers way."

"BUT IS SHE HARMED!" Black was leaving so Drago shouted after him.

"No, she is perfectly fine…physically..."

"And what the hell does that mean?"

"It appears…that she cared about you too. That is why I wanted to find out why you saved her, because then I might understand why she is so upset about your death."

"But I am not dead!"

"…she doesn't know that…"

"YOU BASTARD! I am going to KILL YOU!"

"…We will continue this another time…"

"WAIT! I will tell you!" Black turned back, shocked that Drago had changed his mind. He walked back, calmly and pulled up a chair.

"Yes?"

"On one condition."

"No."

"You don't even."

"Know what you're going to say? You want to see her, right?"

"I have to."

"Why?"

"…let me see her."

"I can't do that."

"YES YOU CAN!" Drago seethed, pulling as much as he could against his restraints. "Let me see her."

"No. Her guardian has forbidden me from telling her of your existence."

"DAMN YOU CHAN!" Drago snarled…and stopped. He seemed to have calmed down and formulated his thoughts. "Get this muzzle off me, put me in a fire proof cell, a bed, out of these chains…and I will tell you."

"Tell me first."

"No."

"Then no deal."

"GRRRR!" Drago felt a jab in his side, a needle was there and he knew he had just been sedated. Shit…

"You will feel drowsy soon. Tell me now, and you will wake up with everything you just asked for…other than Jade.

"She…reminds me…of…" Black got up, trying to get the dying words of the almost asleep Drago.

"She reminds you of…who?"

"…reminds me…of…" Drago fell deep asleep and the pain subsided, replaced by a pleasant numb feeling.

"Damn!" Black stormed out and slammed the door behind him. Needing a drink of something very, very strong. "…me…"

Jade sat in the very middle of her large white bed. In a vice like grip she held her Mighty Moose, still wearing Drago's shirt. Tears soaked into the shoulder of her moose. But she didn't cry like she used to. There were no sobs or whimpers. Tears just silently fell down her face in the privacy of her room.

She sat there, in the dark, as the events of her last day of joy crashed with those cars. Where her spirit diminished along with Drago's mangled body. Her last moments of happiness died…along with Drago.

"It should have been me. Not you, me. I should be gone, not you. I saw the good in your eyes, I know I did. Right before…" tears streamed stronger and she became silent. Talking made it harder, it just made that horrid lump bigger in her throat and she found that silence soothed it. But not for long.

I have my first training session tomorrow. I should get my rest…

Jade closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow. Sleep didn't claim her for a while, but luckily, her crying spent up a lot of energy, and she fell into a deep, empty sleep.