Chapter 22: Dr. Amy
Kano:
Sitting on the once pristine garden deck of Blackfang manner, looking at the gloomy storm clouds that casted a cold, somber blanket over the once magical Dragon Kingdom. Smelling the smokey mine mush, drifting gently across my nostrils as the sounds of tinkling and clanking played its somber melody.
“Dig that Dragon Stone.” I laughed darkly under my breath.
Taking a sip of the steaming mug of coffee, tasting bitter and stale, erupting the volcano lingering dark in the depths of my stomach.
“YOU CALL THIS COFFEE!” Roared from my lungs as the steaming mug of coffee exploded into a steamy dance across the stone pillar, striking Ben the servant with glass shards and hot liquid.
“Master Kano.” Ben bowed politely as he quickly swept the glass shards into a dustpan, disappearing into the manner with a ninja art of silence.
Exhaling darkly as the cast iron chair blazed my skin into a chilly blanket, masking the inferno raging along my veins. Reaching for the dragon shine tucked neatly on the liquor cart with fresh crystal glasses.
“Little early for a drink.” Zek laughed darkly as he tossed his nightly company down the servant stairs with a dark snarl.
“Well, if SOMEONE COULD MAKE COFFEE, then I would be drinking that instead of this.” I laughed darkly, lifting the glass of bluish liquid with a salute, flipping my long blonde locks from my shoulder.
Hissing deeply at the instant burn traveling slowly down my throat, churning dangerously with the swirling rage lying in wait. Zek raised a humorous brow as he saluted, swigging back his morning pick-up with a quick snap of his head.
“Hope you enjoyed your nightly fuck?” I laughed with a snarky hitch as Zek smirked in amusement through his long black locks that drifted gently over his well-defined jaw.
“What about you?” He laughed back lightly as he handed me another shot with a tilted smirk.
“Not since Nailana.” I exhaled coldly as my thoughts plucked through memories buried in the depths of my mind.
“Ouch!” Zek smirked darkly as we clanked out glasses, swigging back the next rush of burning with a dark growling huff.
“Onyx is something special, more special than what the Dragon Scrolls predicted.” I pointed with a bright smile as her silvery-purple hair, flowed gently along my thoughts with those spectacular onyx eyes.
“She’s literally “Fallen off the face of the Earth” after our little dream play.” Zek smirked darkly as Ben reappeared with a fresh pot of coffee and grilled fox tarts.
Ben quickly poured a fresh mug with extra sugar and creamer, stepping back with a slight nod. Smelling the rich aroma as the brisk bouquet exploded gently across my tongue with a satisfied exhale.
“Much better Ben.” I smiled darkly, saluting Ben with a quick tilt of the mug.
“Thank you Master Kano.” Ben smiled flatly as he stood broad chested, and stern.
“Onyx?” Zek questioned my pause in statement as he lifted the mug to his smirking lips with a dark glint etched across his face.
“I have a feeling she’ll be showing up again, and this time she won’t resist.” I laughed darkly as Zek smirked with an evil brow.
“Speaking of Onyx, have we found our little “Foxes”?” I asked darkly as Ben flinched at my question of the Whitepaw siblings.
“They’re probably hiding somewhere.” Zek laughed lightly as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied grin.
“Good Coffee Ben.” Zek nodded to Ben with a teasing wink.
“Thank you Master Zek.” Ben nodded firmly as he resumed his firm stance off to the side of the patio.
“Hiding yes, but “Where”?” I laughed darkly as I leaned back, listening to the cries of the imprisoned dragons begging for “mercy” as the loud cracking snaps of whips, sung briskly through the heavy winds.
Rushing footsteps halted behind Ben as Ziggy bowed hastily with a dark scowl etched across his face.
“M-Master Kano. There’s a problem with Laura.” Ziggy huffed out as he held the stone pillar with a shaky hand.
“What problem?” I hissed darkly, halting the mug centimeters from my lips as Zek turned slightly towards his heaving body.
“She’s refusing her treatment.” Ziggy stood upright with a dark exhale.
My blood began to boil, standing slowly as Zek followed behind me. Our feet carrying us down the four flights of stone stairs into the laboratory, where Dr. Amy worked her magic producing Dragons artificially.
After the “Great Purge”, breeding had slowed then completely stopped, halting our progress in creating a Dragon Army to overthrow the Realms. Dr. Amy and her “Mad Scientist” figured out a way to artificially inseminate and produce Dragon hatchlings, but not without failure.
“Laura, take the serum.” Dr. Amy commanded the frail woman with matted brown locks, huddled against the wall with her claws drawn.
“FUCK YOU! YOU PSYCHOTIC WOMAN!” Laura shouted in anger as she clenched her pregnant stomach.
“Dr. Amy.” I spoke coldly from the doorframe as her eyes twinkled with life.
“Master Kano. Tell this incompetent woman to take her serum. If not, the hatchlings will not survive after delivery.” Dr. Amy sneered darkly as Laura chucked a metal pan across the room with a low hiss.
“I HOPE THEY ROT!” She laughed darkly as Zek stepped forward with a low growl.
Holding my hand up as I sat on the rolling medical stool, pushing off from the wall with a dark glare. Stopping inches from Laura as she flinched back in fear.
“Laura, take the serum and we go away.” I spoke coldly as my eyes flashed a darkness that made her knees wobble in fright.
She shook her head in protest, tracing her claw over her swollen stomach.
“Rot in Hell!” She exclaimed as she drew her hand back, aiming to slice out the hatchlings.
Slamming her body against the wall with a swift push of my foot, securing her arms as Dr. Amy rushed over, injecting the stabilizing serum with a low grunt.
“I am “Hell”.” I whispered into her ear as her eyes lolled in the back of her head, dropping down the wall as two assistants secured her to a medial chair.