I have been informed that people can't survive in the heat Jack and Stryker were originally to be subjected to. Thus I am making it more believable. They start off in seventy. When the chapter they were in ends it is a hundred degrees.

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"Jack! C'mon, you've gotta get up!"

Jack tried to open his eyes as Stryker shook him. The floor was burning his skin, but now it just felt like hot sand.

"Just a few more minutes..." he mumbled.

"No, you gotta get up now!" Stryker shouted, his brow knit close as he tried to pull Jack off the ground.

Jack tried to push himself up, knowing that if Stryker's voice sounded that panicked that something was terribly wrong. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he sagged back to the ground.

"Jack please!" Stryker wailed, rattling his friend again, desperate to wake him up.

Jack shook his head and actually pushed Stryker away from him. The temperature was climbing faster now, and sweat was pouring off Jack's forehead. Stryker panted, half from the heat and half from panic. If they didn't get out soon, Jack was going to die. He turned to the door, the seal of their prison. He never was one to beg, but now he was racing over to do just that.

"Hey!" he cried, hoping the guards were still out there. "Let us out, please!"

"No can do, kid," one of the men laughed. "Doctor's orders!"

"My friend's going to die! You gotta let us out!"

"We don't gotta do anything till the boss man tells us," the other guard sneered.

"Listen you tubs of garbage!" Stryker shrieked, sticking his snarling face as close as he could to the door. "If he dies I'll burn your hearts out, you hear me!"

The men laughed scornfully, causing Stryker's eyes to burn gold. He looked back and saw that Jack was still on the floor, his skin blistering underneath him as his chest laboriously pumped air in and out of his lungs. He had to do something, anything to get them out of there, fast.

There was one option he could try.

If it had been a less threatening situation, he would have instantly said no. But now, with his anger boiling so high, he was ready to do anything to get free, to keep Jack alive...

To get vengeance on these waste of human skin.

His eyes burning more than ever, and large, snakelike fangs bursting from his gums, Stryker took a small step back from the door, then raised both hands and slammed them onto the scalding steel. He shrieked as his skin sizzled, holding it as long as he could before pulling them off. He growled angrily, clutching his hands to his chest, then opened his eyes as they started to expand, sliding across his face as it too widened and paled. Scales pricked out of his skin as his arms and legs shrank. He fell to his knees as the skin of his legs welded together, resembling a tale. His mouth ripped open wide as his body stretched, stretched, quickly and, for Stryker, painfully. His clothing disintegrated as his body became nothing but a tube, covered in silver scales. Jack's eyes forced themselves open enough to see a giant, shrieking serpent stretched out before him, a large frill on its head the color of gold. It looked back at him, its eyes the same precious metal hue, then rammed its head through the top of the boiler, bringing in welcoming light and a cool breeze. Jack's eyes fell closed again as something wrapped around him and moved him somewhere. He was too tired to pay attention to the two male screams nearby, too weary to care about the fact that his back was blistered, or that something was crashing around him. He didn't even notice when the serpent deposited him on the cool tile outside of the remainders of the boiler and slithered away, its fangs bared viciously as it searched out more prey.

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