The Alpha Dragon’s Prisoner

Tainted Twins-Unknown

My feet echo as my steps run along the metal floor. My dragon moves uncomfortably inside my chest the deeper we get underground. Even after all these years we can't get used to the feeling. We belong outside and in the skies after all. That is our nature. When I was young I used to cry each time I entered this place. That action has long since been beaten out of me.

Now, I find the sound of the Tungsten metal to be a comfort. I have made this place my home. Others

Now, I find the sound of the Tungsten metal to be a comfort. I have made this place my home. Others that are of a different species than human look down on me for what I do. I was raised to be this way. Raised to bring my own here. I have been doing it for so long now that I don't know another way.

Today is going to change things for me though. This will be the first time that I will see him since I brought him here. Before that it had been fourteen long years. The sound of my feet change as I head toward the cells where they keep the dragons. I can see the disgust on the many faces I pass as they look at me. I get why they look that way but it doesn't bother me. I don't mind being a trader in their eyes.

A pained roar fills the air. The sound makes a smile spread across my face. Looks like I will be arriving right on time to see him get everything he deserves. As I enter the cell the smell of his blood makes me happy. I frown however when I see the small amount. It's not enough for what he has done. Nothing will ever be enough.

"Come on, that's all that you can take. I thought you dragons were supposed to be tough" my associate taunts. He is one of the Pegasus that we have here. He has been in this facility since birth unlike me. They say that I arrived here when I was nine but I can barely remember the time before. This place has clouded my memories and my feelings. I can still remember his face though despite how much he has aged. If it weren't for all the scars and marks on my own, then I would look just like him. Identical twins are a motherfucker.

Walking forward I take the weapon from my associate as I finger it lightly. "That will be all Dark. I can take it from here" I tell him. The weapon that I now hold is one of my favorites. The long chain is outfitted with teeth that we have pulled from dragons over the year. It made a great form of torture because after a few days they would grow back. Then we could just pull them out again.

The tip of the weapon are dragon talons. The ends have been cased in tungsten to hold them together. The style of how I wove them together makes them a barbaric cat of nine tails. If you swing them just right they can do a whole lot of damage. Since I created the weapon it also means that I swing it the best. It truly is fitting that I am holding one now. I did design it with him in mind.

As I walk forward to where he is chained on the wall, he lifts his head as high as he can in his tired state. We were smart to make the weapons from the dragons that we captured here because that is the only thing that can injure him. It's too bad that they choose to keep him weakened with the blood from the kelpies. I might have enjoyed fighting the pretty boy.

I wait until my associate fully leaves the room before I c**k the weapon back. I swing it forward with only a quarter of my strength as it claws down his chest digging in. His wail fills the air as I laugh before pulling it free. When I do I see that his dragon has taken over. The poor bastard is trying to take the pain from his human. Well it looks like I will just have to cause him more. before I do however I think that some good old fashioned taunting is in order.

"Come on number two. I thought that you would be strong enough by now that your beast wouldn't have to fight your battles for you. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you still use your dragon to cheat" I say as I step forward.

I fist my hand into his yellow and black streaked hair and make him meet my eyes. His dragon eyes widen when I allow my forth to greet him. He must say something to his human because suddenly his eyes start flashing fast as I grin in his face. "That's more like it. You remember me now Jiffy" I taunt him as I call him by his childhood nickname.

He actually has the gall to look shocked as he studies me. "You-your dead. I saw them kill you" he sputters out.

His words call me to frown. I watched him leave me. My dragon called out to his as I laid on the floor. Pissed that he had the nerve to lie to me I let the weapon swing forth again. The talons dig into his thigh as he screams asking me 'why." The questions causes me to laugh so hard I have to grab onto my knees. I feel my dragon stir at the sound but he makes no move to stop me. He learned long ago not to speak or do anything. His only job is to lend me his senses when I say so.

"Why? You really want to know?" I ask as I swing the weapon around. He watches it warily and I know that he is preparing himself for the next strike. He is right to assume that it is coming. It's just up to me to decide when.

"Yes, Morby. I need to know why you- you would torture your own brother" he says as he tries to breathe through the pain.

After he has barely finished his statement I am already swinging the weapon once more. I'll be damned if he thinks that it would be that simple to get through to me. "You will never call me that monstrosity for a name ever again. Nor am I your brother. My brother died the day he allowed me to be taken" I scream at him as I get into his face.

"Morbius, that is enough! We need him so that we can get to the other dragons. If he has been too damaged then the Doctor won't be able to finish his experiments." My associate announces as he enters the room once more. I toss the bloody weapon onto the floor and walk out of the room. There is nothing else that needs to be said although I wouldn't have minded being able to swing that weapon a few more times.

"Hey" My associate says as he runs after me. I don't even bother slowing my footsteps as I make them head to my room. I don't even acknowledge his presence. "The doc wants to see you before you go back out" he states.

My feet stop immediately as I grab him by the neck and lift him off his feet. His hands reach up to grab my own as I start to cut off his air supply. His face turns red and I laugh at how goofy he looks with the short buzz cut blonde hair and a red face. The look reminds me of a tomato with white leaves. Before his eyes can roll back into his head I drop him. "Next time, start with that" I tell him as I step over his heavy breathing form.

I pick up my pace as I head to the Doctor's office. He doesn't like it when one of us is late and I know he had been waiting for a chance. I have learned to do everything that he ask or I can so easily end up as one of the dragons in the cells again. Just because I am his best assassin, it doesn't excuse me from getting out of line.

I push through the door to his office even though it was closed. I have long since stopped knocking and I don't plan to start again. When I enter the room I say nothing as I see him sitting behind his desk. After all of these years he still looks exactly the same. It is a common discussion among our kind to why this human never seems to age.

The day I met him, I thought that he was a kind stranger. He brought me to this place and took care of me when I thought that I had lost my brother. After a few weeks, the experiments started. From there on his task have gotten worse and worse. At least this way things are don't to other people instead of me.

"I need a human female that is a mate for the next set of test I want to run. Were you successful in capturing one?" he ask even though he doesn't look up from his paperwork.

I grit my teeth at the sound of the disappointment in his voice before I have even answered his question. "The mission was unsuccessful. The intel we received was wrong and she had already completed the bond. The black dragon she was mated too already knew of the disappearing act" I state like a soldier giving a report.

If I give him too many details he will just cease listening and send me to the box. No dragon likes to be trapped inside a box. It has even driven some of them crazy. As I wait for a reply, I recall that that may not be too bad of an option for our dear Jefferson.

"Go out at first light and find me another human female. I want one from the place that they call a can. They are more likely to be potential mates than some random women on the street" he says as he looks up to meet my gaze.

I am able to read his eyes loud and clear. They tell me not to mess up or I won't like the consequences that he comes up with. "Yes, doctor" I say through gritted teeth. My beast stirs at the words. He used to beg me to leave this place when they first started allowing me free for missions. It's been so long that even he has given up now. I stare at the wall as I wait for more. After a few more seconds he finally speaks.

"You have one week. You are dismissed." He says waving me out the door as he turns back to his paperwork. I take my leave quickly and finally head back toward my room. If I have to leave for a mission so soon then I might as well make sure that I get some rest. It has been more than three days since I last closed my eyes.

The room of mine that I enter is small and simple. It contains my bed, my closet, and the bathroom. In only five steps I can walk across the whole of it. Stripping my clothes I wash the dirt and grime from the journey from my skin. Once I am done I climb onto my bed without even toweling off. In my place I can be as free as I want. Every person in this facility has learned not to enter my room without permission. That includes the good doctor.

When I close my eyes to try to get sleep the scent fills my mind again. When we went looking in the forest for the mate of the black dragon, there was a smell there. I find the scent to be appealing and haven't been able to get it out of my head. The scent reminded me of apple wood and burning coals. Sweet but so very dangerous.

They had mentioned that the girl would be traveling with another. I do wonder who the scent belonged to. I also know what it meant but I have no intention of growing through with it.

Mate

My dragon repeats the same word that he had said when we first smelled it. I still don't know how to feel about it. With the life that I lead I could never have a mate. I don't even want one after all the s**t that I have done. Whoever she is, she is better off without me. It is with that thought that I finally turn over to sleep.