Chapter 66: "Damsel"

Jun:

“Ben. Anna, how good to see you again.” Ziggy smirked darkly, leaning against the stone wall to our right, looking up at his slitted orbs as he watched us with starved eyes.

Ziggy looked just like Zek with those deep blue pools of coldness, and muscular physic but less bulky with shorter dark locks that sat messily styled. Shivering at the cold glint that laced across his face in a sinister display of raging lust and hatred.

“Master Ziggy.” Ben and Anna bowed quietly with soft, flat tones enraging Ziggy as his fists slammed against the steel cage wall.

The clattering hum, echoed violently spooking the girls into a frenzied roar of wailing screams and angry tears. Ziggy backed off with a dark scoff as his eyes trailed over the girls in their frail states as infants.

Cursing the evolution, knowing “Damn Well” the hatchlings would be almost three in their gestation within the first birth year.

“Don’t doubt the “Gods”.” Amaya spoke firmly as her tail swooshed heavily through the shadows.

Laughing silently with Amaya because Dr. Amy and “Ziggy the Toy” have no idea Amaya and Seiji awoke, along with out dragons.

“He still hasn’t figured it out.” Amaya rolled in laughter, shushing her to keep a straight face.

Failing horribly.

But she was so cute rolling around on her shimmery, white furred back, kicking her tiny black padded paws into the air.

“Stop!” I commanded firmly, busting out in slips of giggles as her eyes misted over with tears and deep inhales of oxygen.

The “Dam” broke as loud, chesty laughs overtook the girls’ crying screams with a heinous sight of my hands and feet, kicking and slapping the concrete floor with loud, hollowed claps.

“What’s so funny?” Ziggy growled darkly as his eyes glassed over with a blackness, colder than ice and death mixed together under a dusty moon.

Puffing out a laugh as my shoulders sagged into a relaxed round of laughing exhales.

“You have no “idea” the “Hell Storm” you all have unleashed.” I laughed shortly in between words, trying to subdue the laughter that threatened to explode again as Ziggy cocked his head to the side with a demonic snarl.

“Is that so?” He snarled darkly as hollowed clicks of heels saving the day, approached quickly down the stone hallway.

“HERE SHE COMESSSS…TO SAVE THE DAYYY!!” I sang with an Crescendoing bellow, tossing my arms into the air for the added dramatic exuberance.

“FUCK YOU!” Ziggy roared demonically, slamming his fists into the steel bars.

Leaning back with a triumphant smirk as Dr. Amy perked a curious brow between our murderous stare downs.

“Keep it up “Little Fox” and I’ll roast you like my brother and Kano did to dear “Old Daddy”. Ziggy snarled darkly, flicking his serpent tongue across his lips as orange flames licked over the naturally pink flesh.

“Unlike the “Toy Flamer” that needs collared for punishment.” I spat back venomously, feeling Amaya swelter with pride as I stood my ground.

Dr. Amy’s smile faltered as she slipped between Ziggy and the cell wall, ducking and weaving to block him from approaching.

“That’s enough! Go.” The “Good Doc” commanded with a weird, pitched voice, nodding her head for him to “go”.

Ziggy snarled darkly in her face, flinging foamy spit along her neck and cheek as he took a step back in retreat. Dr. Amy pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, wiping away the sizzling saliva that was a mixture of their venom and acid that fueled their flames.

“She’s Fairy.” Amaya scoffed lowly, watching as Ziggy slowly retracted towards the Hallway.

“Don’t think this is over “Fox”.” Ziggy pointed with a dark wink as the shadows guided him away.

“Don’t forget the “Squeaky Toy!”.” Amaya and I both laughed darkly as a dangerous roar, echoed heavily from the stone hallway.

“You got some serious “balls” pissing off a dragon, especially a Silverfang.” Dr. Amy laughed sarcastically, turning her attention to me standing unfazed by her subtle warning.

Smiling flatly at her nasty smirk.

“Careful how you approach her, she’s a snake.” Amaya warned coldly as she stood ready to take over if she needed to, but I know “we’re” more valuable alive.

“He doesn’t scare me.” I shrugged my shoulder coldly, sitting down with Ben and Anna keeping the girls quiet, flashing me bright grins and quick winks.

“Curious little creature you are.” She perked a brow removing her medical coat, exposing her hour-glass figure, emphasized by the blood red silk blouse tucked perfectly into the waist band of her charcoal pencil skirt.

“Not curious, just natural.” I laughed back as the girls slept quietly, huddled into a tight ball of limbs.

“Right, says the “Fox” that is bonded to the “Legendary Shehad” and the “Silverfang Triplets”. Yeah, just “natural”.” She scoffed lowly, refraining from responding to her comment, knowing she knew about our “Dragons”.

Hollowed heels echoed faintly as she crouched down with her knees pulled tightly to the side as her arms draped over her lap lazily. Checking her nails for any imperfections as her green eyes blazed wildly against her perfect facial features.

“That information stays between “us”, along with your little secret. Amaya.” Her finger drifted smoothly through the air as Amaya sucked in a breath deep enough to burst a lung.

“Don’t act so surprised. I’m older than I appear with a vast history of the Realms.” She laughed coldly as she stretched back up into her poised stance of smugness.

“Jun! Ask her “her” real name.” Amaya jumped to her feet with a deathly shimmer glazing over her cold blue orbs.

“What am “I” to call you?” I asked with a perked brow, knowing “Fairy Garbage” liked to be address with class.

“That’s simple, “Madam Mara” The creator and founder of the “Underground”.” She held her hand out in a poetic gesture, crossing it over her chest with a bright flicker of murderous glee.

What sounded like glass shattering was mine and Amaya’s conscious veil shredding to smithereens, feeling the ground open up with an invisible energy force that snapped violently along my nerve endings.

“Amaya! Calm down.” I shouted at her in panic as her body began to glow an iridescent whiteish-blue, feeling Ben and Anna duck down to protect the girls.

“Careful, Amaya. You might hurt the “babies”.” Madam-whatever had the audacity to mock a very pissed off Kitsune.

“Jun.” Amaya gritted her teeth with a low scrapping noise worse than nails on a chalkboard as she pushed forward with “murder” etched along her blackened orbs.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She motioned to step closer, but Amaya held me firmly in place, shaking with a dangerous darkness swirling deeply in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh, well.” She waved off my stubbornness to comply, snapping her fingers as silver collars and cuffs appeared hissing against the burning flesh as it festered nastily.

Amaya growled in anger as she was forced back into the shadows.

“Now, I have to play the “Damsel” with Ziggy and his brother. Thanks.” She rolled her eyes coldly, exiting the room with a flick of her finger into a salute.