Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter thirty
"Damn it!"
Iain had no idea where he was going.
If he was following his nose, he would be out of here in minutes. He still had his sleeve tied over his lips and nose though.
He was jogging down a long curving hallway when a light appeared.
It was the end of the tunnel.
He ran out into the open space and looked around for the next place to go.
It was a massive circular room with thick metal criss-crossing bars forming a ceiling, making it a semi-sphere. The ground was simply soft, pale sand with dark brown patches soaked into it. There were white things protruding from the sand that were so smooth and shiny, they looked polished.
Blood and bones.
It smelt of death.
Beyond the caging, there was a wider circular room with rows of wooden benches facing the enclosure. There were nicer seats in certain sections and a box containing what looked like half a dozen thrones.
They all smelled strongly of human, sweat, food and excitement.
There was another door exactly opposite to the one he used but it was closed. It looked just as thick as the door to the dragon's cavern.
He snarled.
He had wandered into a fighting pen.
He turned to leave to see the Russian and albino German standing in his way.
The taller man smiled a childishly cruel grin before spikes of pain burst from the collar.
Iain staggered slightly.
The pain increased.
His legs buckled.
He appeared to be kneeing on two knees while clutching a limp girl to his chest. His head was dipped.
His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps in sand and his head whipped up to see Ivan standing right in front of him.
The pain continued to buzz through him non-stop. His vision blurred and became unfocused so the trader's dark outline was smudgy.
The Russian moved his hand towards the dragon's face, blocking out other sights as it came closer.
His thick accent dripped from his tongue as he spoke slowly.
"Remember drakon… You are mine and only mine… Until the end of time…"
The hand covered his eyes, blocking his sight completely as the pain amplified greatly.
He suddenly lost consciousness.
The last thing he heard was a childish giggle and a mocking 'Kesesesesese'.
(A/N – Sorry I have been taken so long with… everything.
First horrible weather hit Scotland. We had heavy snow, severe flooding, dangerous ice everywhere, big storms and hurricane force winds about 90km/h in the bit I live and 170km/h on top of the Cairngorms. The record for wind force is 185km/h in 1989 so this is very serious for the Highlands at the moment.
We are yellow alert at the moment and it's meant to get worse again around Thursday. My house was one of the thousands that lost power in the Highlands.
Luckily I only lost power for one night while many others have no power yet.
Unfortunately I then got sick.
Then I got sicker.
Then I got hospitalised.
Then the hospital caught on fire.
I have had a very unlucky week in other wards. I have a serious chest infection but I now have my banana flavoured antibiotics and I'm being released from hospital tomorrow so I'm happy. I'm still sick so my writing will still be really slow. Sorry.
Also, an advance warning. Thunder snow is meant to be hitting the Highlands on Thursday. If you don't know what that is – it is a snow storm crossed over with a thunder storm. My power might go out again.
To make up for this, I'll give you the link of the video I made on St. Andrews day for Scotland.
www . youtube . com / watch?v=GKIRE0i_-cE
Drakon is Russian for Dragon.
REVIEW PLEASE!)