Virgil is a dragon fairy, meaning that he has dragon wings, horns and sharp teeth. He turns into a dragon to sleep, because it takes less energy. When he’s in dragon form, he’s about the size of a human hand, and when he’s in fairy form, he’s 4 inches
Janus is a snake fairy, so no wings, however where his legs would be is a snake tail. All fairies turn into their animal forms to sleep for two reasons: 1) so humans don’t see them and 2) because it takes a lot less energy. Janus has scales covering the left side of his body and can often be seen in the form of a corn snake
Patton is a bluebird fairy, so his wings are large and feathery, and he can often be seen chirping good mornings to everyone and everything whilst in his animal form. He, Virgil and Janus are friends and Janus has been missing for two days.
Virgil was cold. He was very cold and very, very tired. That was why he didn’t notice what exactly he was doing when he flew into a human home, seeking warmth. To most other fae, and even to humans, it wasn’t that cold outside, however, dragons had to stay warm to survive, and it was too risky to light a fire in the forest; the ground was dry this time of the year. He curled up under the warm wall-thing (It’s a radiator, but Virgil has no clue what it is so yeah) and fell asleep.
Roman walked over to the radiator, wanting to turn it off. It was way too warm with it on, seeing as it was the middle of summer. He kneeled down, trying to turn it off, only to see a small purple thing.. Was.. Was that a dragon?
He didn’t know that dragons even existed, but here one was, just sleeping in his house. Whilst curled up, it looked to be about the size of Romans palm. Roman gently awwed and picked it up, feeling it curl up more at the movement.
Roman had an old terrarium in one of his cupboards, and Remus had left a heating lamp at his house that one time. According to myth, dragons had to be warm, otherwise they’d die, so it was a happy coincidence that he had the necessary materials.
After preparing the terrarium to look like a habitat, he gently placed the still sleeping dragon inside, and turned on the lamp to make sure the dragon wouldn’t die. Staring at the dragon, he invited Remus and Logan over to see his new pet (Remus to see how cool it was, and Logan to prove that dragons existed).
The dragon awoke, and Roman found it to be the cutest thing ever. It stood up, yawned whilst arching its back like a cat, before scanning its surroundings.
The scales on its back stood up when it saw Roman, and it looked around, before running to the inside of a log. Aww, it was nervous..
There were three precise knocks at the door, so that meant Logan had arrived, Roman checked his watch, right on time. Roman went to go answer the door, and looked at the dragons hiding spot once again
“Hi Logan! Can you guess what my new pet is? I can almost guarantee that you’ll be wrong, this time!” Roman asked, excited
Logan sighed “What is it, Roman?”
Roman grinned “A dragon!!”
“Do you mean a Komodo Dragon?”
“No, I mean an actual flying, fire-breathing dragon!”
Logan raised an eyebrow “and where are you keeping this dragon? I was under the impression that dragons were rather large?”
Roman just dragged him towards his bedroom, where the terrarium was set up. The dragon seemed to be looking around its new home, though it ran back to its log when the humans got close.
Logan couldn’t conclude that it was definitely a dragon, but from what little he had seen from the small creature, that was probably a good enough guess.
“Would I be able to get it out to get a closer look?” he asked, curiosity flooding his mind
“Sure! Just don’t let it fly away”
With that, Logan reached into the terrarium and was about to grab the dragon, when a small jet of fire narrowly missed his fingers. He hastily pulled his hand out and held it to his chest
“Well, that.. that is definitely a dragon” He chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses
Virgil awoke to a pair of giant, distinctly human eyes staring at him. He froze, the scales on his back rising up on instinct. Scanning his surroundings, he tried to think of a way out of this situation.
It was really hard to think whilst a human was staring at him, though, and he ran into a hollow log and made sure that the human couldn’t see him.
He thought his options over in his head as the human left the room, and he paced around his glass prison. It would be better to let the human think he was a mindless animal, he thought, then he could have a better chance at escape. He briefly thought about trying to melt the glass, but that would take too long and then the human would figure out what he was doing.
Virgil mentally groaned. Why was sleep-deprived him such an idiot?! The human soon walked back in, another human following closely behind. Virgil ran back to his hiding spot, hyperventilating.
Of fucking course. A human wouldn’t keep such a ‘magical creature’ secret, there was no way that this human showed up on their own. He tried to focus on what the humans were saying, but between the glass that muffled the words and his own staggered breathing, he couldn’t puzzle anything out.
What he did notice, however, was the fact that a human hand was about to grab him. His survival instincts kicked in, and he shot fire out as a warning, purposefully missing the fingers.
The hand shot away as if burned (which it almost was, but that didn’t matter) and Virgil felt proud that he could scare something that large.
He would survive this. There was a reason he was a dragon; all dragons had great survival instincts, and a sense of protectiveness more than any other species.
His protective nature had gotten him into this mess, but his survival instincts would be the key to escape
Janus hated squirrels. He thought that this burning hatred was justified by the three semi-deep gashes down his side, though. The fight wasn’t his fault, if he was being honest, he found the acorn first, not that thieving rodent.
When he passed out, his body automatically reverted to snake form to save up on energy, and he was blissfully unaware of the human that picked him up to take him to an animal clinic. He was unaware of the vet pocking around at his wound.
When he finally woke up, he was in a large glass cage in a human house. He tried to remember how on Earth he managed to become a pet, but as he tried to slither far in thought, the three wounds on his side almost reopened and he was painfully reminded.
He remembered a squirrel managing to claw the side of his torso, so he must’ve passed out, which means he must’ve been found by a human, and now he was a pet. Luckily, his prison seemed to have been set up by someone who knew who to take care of snakes, so he likely wouldn’t die by carelessness, if that was any comfort.
He wondered how his friends were. He hoped they weren’t worrying too much, but Virgil was protective of his friends, and Patton cared too much about everyone.
He hoped Virgil didn’t get himself too worked up, that almost never led to anything good. Virgil had a tendency to not sleep if he was worried about things and, quite frankly, sleep deprived Virgil was a complete and utter idiot.
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Logan could feel the tingling sensation of guilt in the back of his mind. He ignored it. If every scientist felt bad for their specimens, nothing would ever be discovered. Besides, there was nothing to feel bad for, was there?
He wasn’t cruel. He was just a scientist, and scientists had to be curious by nature. He wasn’t evil, he just wanted answers, and there was nothing wrong with that
He would probably get more answers if the creature didn’t cry all of the time. He was often tempted to just let it die and try to find a new specimen, but this was the only known specimen and he couldn’t afford to let it die, just yet.
He was still rather confused on why there was a snake trying to get in the house, but perhaps it was something to do with the bird creature. He’d have to try figure that out some time, in the mean time, he’d have to place the creature in darkness, until it learned to not lie to him.
Besides, darkness was the punishment for being too loud, and the screaming was rather loud. He considered that to be a completely rational punishment. It had worked in the past, the creature had gradually gotten more quiet, so that meant it was a good punishment system.
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Patton cried when he was surrounded by darkness. Apparently, it wasn’t enough to physically torture him for telling the truth, Logan wanted to mentally torture him as well. If Patton ever got out of this, he would never be able to stay in darkness ever.
He looked around before sighing
He started whispering “Virgil, if you’re there, please give me a sign, please just do anything.. I know you’re a ghost”
He felt a cold hand on his face, but it was gone as soon as it was there. Patton smiled, Virgil was there! “Thanks Vee..” he yawned, ignoring the burning pain in his back, arms and legs. He laid down and curled up.
Usually, his wings would curl around his body for protection, but now.. Well, it wasn’t like they did much good anyway. He hadn’t flown in weeks, and they didn’t protect him from the torture and abuse he was subjected to, so it made sense for him to not have them anymore. Logan would eventually learn that he was wrong, right?
Logan couldn’t be that heartless, right? Maybe Patton was the one responsible for all of this..
If Patton hadn’t been an idiot, if he hadn’t revealed himself by accident, perhaps everything would be okay. Maybe, he would still have wings, and maybe both of his friends would be alive.
Maybe, just maybe, things would’ve worked out had been better.
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Janus would save Patton. He had to. If he didn’t, he would be officially the worst fairy ever. To get to one friend just minutes too late and be unable to save the other? That was what the future seemed to have in store for him, and as far as he knew, that was exactly what would happen.
But, of course, life wouldn’t be so predictable
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Remus was quite confused. So, his pet snake turned into a weird half snake half human thing, demanding a description of Roman’s pet dragon. And now the snake was crying after he was told the colour blood that the dragon had.
He really didn’t understand. Perhaps that was just what dragon blood looked like? He looked down at the tiny snake person, and sighed
“What’s your name?” He asked softly, trying not to think about all the things that he could do to them. Intrusive thoughts were not fun
“Janus..” The snake -Janus- sniffled
“Okay, Janus would you be able to explain what’s happening?”
He looked up with teary eyes.
“The only dragons that live anywhere near here are dragon fairies, and the only one stupid enough to get captured is my friend whilst he’s sleep deprived.. Your description just proved that, and torn wings are fatal, most of the time.. Dragon blood, and all fairy blood, is meant to be gold unless they’re near death, in which case it- it’s black”
Remus blinked, that somehow made sense whilst giving him so many more questions
“Dragon fairy?” He blurted out, before realising how insensitive that must sound; this guy just found out his friend was so close to death that their blood changed colour
“There- there are different types of fairies. Each one matches an animal, and has features from that animal whilst in fairy form.. There are butterfly fairies, snake fairies, quite a few bird fairies, I’ve seen spider fairies and things like that. My friend, Virgil, is-or maybe was-” he sobbed “a dragon fairy. If he dies it’s all my fault”
Remus’ heart ached, watching the fairy cry, but then the last statement gave him a question
“how would it be your fault?”
“If I hadn’t picked a fight with that squirrel, i wouldn’t have passed out, so you wouldn’t’ve found me, which means I wouldn’t’ve gone missing, which means he wouldn’t’ve spent all night looking for me, which means he wouldn’t’ve gotten captured, so my best friend might be dead because I decided that I wanted to fight a squirrel. I’m a selfish person, and someone might die because of it” Tears were falling freely
Remus stared, before another question came to mind “Why is a torn wing fatal?”
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Logan didn’t understand why the bird creature was upset. He had made sure that everything he did wasn’t necessarily harmful to it and he made sure that it knew that it wouldn’t die, so why was it acting sad all the time?
At least the crying was now silent, so he didn’t have to go through the effort of throwing a sheet over the cage every two seconds. He still did that sometimes, though, especially when someone would go to his house. Roman in particular was always bothering him about what was under the sheet.
“What weird thing do you have under the sheet, Microsoft nerd?”
“A science experiment” He would always answer curtly, not willing to tell anyone what he was doing.
Why didn’t he want to tell anyone though? Perhaps, deep down, Logan knew that what he was doing was cruel, but he wasn’t willing to dig that far down.
He ruled it out to not wanting anyone to take the credit for his discovery before he could learn everything about it. He never got the credit he deserved, after all
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Patton hated the dark even more than he used to. Now, the dark was just an almost painful reminder of his predicament. He learned not to make too much sound, to avoid more darkness. The human always got annoyed if he was to make sound, or move too much, so Patton gave up on begging and pleading.
He wasn’t getting out of this, so what was the point? He would still cry, but he forced himself not to make sound. Darkness was how this torture started, and he didn’t want to be reminded of that.
The science human, or, as Patton learned, Logan, would sometimes have other humans in his house and the fairy was forced back into darkness, only being able to hear certain things.
Every time Logan would call him an experiment, Patton would choke back a sob. That- that was what he was now, wasn’t it? Just the human’s new experiment, nothing more than a small source of amusement for him.
Hopefully, Virgil and Janus were alright, even if Patton was not.
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Logan’s testing wasn’t getting him anywhere. The blood wasn’t able to get a clear reading, since it was gold and glittery, and, other than circulating the creatures body, it wasn’t very blood-like.
The creature always squirmed when he tried tests, so he often had to give it anesthesia so it wouldn’t mess up the testing, but honestly, the testing was messing itself up.
Something that Logan found interesting however, was that the creature seemed to always sleep in bird form. Perhaps it used this as an evolutionary tactic of camouflage? If its species had avoided detection for this long, that seemed the most likely.
Ah, Logan thought, this creature had to belong to a species, perhaps he would get better results on a different specimen. Maybe one that didn’t cry as much? The human found the constant display of emotions to be rather annoying, and would’ve assumed it a child if not for the adult physique it had in both bird and semi-human form.
Logan probably would’ve disposed of it if it wasn’t the only discovered specimen of the species. He often covered the cage with a sheet, not wanting to deal with the creature and its crying and pleading, it was rather annoying when he wanted to do things.
Maybe, he should’ve felt guilt when the tiny bird creature stared at him with wide teary eyes, but he didn’t. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing after all.
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Virgil floated in and out of consciousness, always in pain. Sometimes he would hear panicked mumbling, and he would feel confused. What was going on? Who was panicking? Why couldn’t he open his eyes?
“-fuck fuck fuck, you’re- you’re gonna be fine Vulcan- fuck- I’m sorry- you’ll be fine- you have to be-”
Why did he recognise that voice? Who was Vulcan? Why was the person apologising?
He felt something touch his wing and a jolt of pain coursed through his body. He tried to move away from the touch but all he could do was twitch slightly, though that was met with a relieved sigh somewhere above him. He could feel something wet around him. Was he in water? He couldn’t swim.
Where were Virgil’s friends? He needed comfort to get him through the pain and the confusion
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Roman was panicking. His dragon was near death, according to all myths he researched. It was bleeding black, dragons were supposed to bleed gold. Bleeding black was a symptom of dying, and Vulcans blood was black as could be. He was mumbling panicky words, trying to calm himself down and figure out what to do
He gently held the wing, starting to bandage it, when Vulcan twitched. He sighed in relief. The dragon wasn’t dead yet.
He bandaged quicker, effectively stopping the bloodfall. There was still a lot of blood surrounding the dragon, however. He moved on to the scales, and placed Vulcan next to a fire. Apparently, heat from a fire was an essential part of dragons healing process. He prayed to every god he knew that the fire would help, and that Vulcan wouldn’t die.
He texted Remus a brief summary of what had happened and waited impatiently for the dragon to wake up.
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Janus was laying down on a rock in his terrarium, when Remus’ phone went off.
“Oh no.. Roman’s pet dragons hurt..” Janus paid the talking no mind, Roman probably had one of those lizard dragon things, but his attention was snapped up when Remus continued
“Poor thing’s got a torn wing..”
Lizard-dragons definitely did not have wings. The only dragons in the area were the dragon fairies, and the only one out of them who would ever be stupid enough to get caught was- a sleep deprived Virgil.
Janus shifted into his fairy form, uncaring of how it hurt his scratches and how Remus stared in shock. Personal safety didn’t matter if Virgil had an injury like that. Torn wings were fatal, and Virgil was way too careful to get one off of his own accord so that meant that Roman must’ve done something.
“What does this dragon look like?!” he asked, scared for his friends safety
Remus blinked, surprised “I-what??”
Janus just spoke again “Please-please just describe him” He didn’t know whether his tears spawned from anger or panic, but in that moment he couldn’t care less.
“okay.. um, mostly black with some purple scales I guess? Black scales under the eyes? Can you please explain what the fuck is going on? Normally I love chaos, but this is going too far” Remus fidgeted with his hands and stared at the snake fairy
Janus thought that knowing if Virgil was safe would make him feel better about his own situation, but now that he knew the answer was that the dragon wasn’t safe, all he could feel was the growing pit of dread in his stomach.
“..do you know what colour the blood is?” he asked, unmoving, staring at his hands
“based on the picture, I’d say black?”
Janus sobbed, much to the human’s confusion.
This was all Janus’ fault.
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Patton flew around in a panic. Virgil hadn’t come back from looking for Janus, and Virgil always came back. The small bluebird was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the pane of glass he was about to fly into.
Falling to the floor in a daze, he turned into his fae form and tried to heal his probably bruising head. Unfortunately, he had turn back into a bird early, seeing as there were hurried human footsteps. Probably the human that was behind the window, Patton thought tiredly.
The human had glasses (Patton liked that. He and the human had something in common) and was wearing a tie. While the fairy side of Patton was only mildly dazed, the bird side was very stunned, as most birds are after flying into glass, and was lying on the ground motionless.
The human was muttering to himself hurriedly, and Patton only caught a couple words like ‘dark’ and ‘box’ before he was scooped up and hastily carried inside.
Patton had never been inside a human home and marvelled at the differences between this and his small house inside a tree. He barely noticed that the human had grabbed a small shoe box until he was gently placed inside.
The fairy hated dark places. He knew that the darkness would help un-stun him, but that didn’t make him hate it any less. He was meant to be free and flying around under the sun and having fun with his friends.
... but his friends were missing and Patton didn’t know what to do.
He changed out of bird form, wanting to be able to move, and he cried.
He cried, and he sobbed until his tears ran out. He screamed quietly, needing to let his feelings out
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Logan was trying to figure out how on earth a dragon was possible, especially that small, when he heard a small thump on his window, and saw a glimpse of a bird falling towards the floor. Quickly googling how to take care of birds that had slammed into windows, he rushed outside.
He looked at the small bluebird and then at the phone in his hand, trying to memorize the instructions. Muttering them to himself, he gently picked it up and carried it inside.
A shoebox would work, he figured, before gently placing it inside and closing the lid.
He got back to his existential crisis for a while, until he heard what sounded like.. crying? Coming from the shoebox.
He had the feeling that he’d have to pile another existential crisis on top of the one he already was having. Silently walking towards the box, he mentally prepared himself for anything he might find.
He didn’t prepare himself enough
“What the fuck”
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Remus walked back to his house after seeing Roman’s new pet. Yeah, it was cool, but Remus still thought his snake was cooler. It was injured when he found it, and the vet said that it was probably attacked by a squirrel or something like that.
He hoped the squirrel was in an even worse state. The little snake was so cute!
He walked into his bedroom and straight to the terrarium, to check if the unnamed snake was awake yet, which it was.
Remus immediately got closer to the glass
“Hey, little guy! I need to name you.. I would name you William Snakespere but I named all my previous snakes that and I’d probably lose count” his thought filled rambling to himself was met with a small hiss from the corn snake
He smiled softly, before reaching into the terrarium and booping the nose of the snake. It bleped and Remus felt his heart swell with happiness. Snakes were just the cutest animals that ever existed!
The still-unnamed snake slithered underneath a rock, and Remus left to go get food for it
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Virgil barely left his little log. He only came out when the human, Roman as he’d learned, was feeding him, and even then he went back as soon as he was finished. The human would sometimes just grab Virgil, and lift him out of the glass cage carelessly, restraining his wings at an almost painful level. When that happened, Virgil tried to burn the human, but he was always wearing too thick clothes for it to happen effectively
The human always just laughed at the small dragons attempts. He hoped that Janus and Patton were doing better than he was, wherever they were
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Patton couldn’t walk, couldn’t fly, couldn’t crawl even. The fact that his arms and legs had open wounds was only part of it; the fact that two of his limbs were chopped off had really disturbed his balance. It felt weird, losing his wings, other then the pain; he kept going to ruffle his feathers or to do anything with them, before realising that the one thing that made him feel like himself was gone forever. Even in bird form, there were no wings.
Seeing Janus was too painful. To know that your friend is looking for you, to know that your friend is trying to get to you, all the while also knowing he’d never be able to save you. To know that someone hopes you’ll come home, though you know that it’d never be so.
It hurt, knowing that Janus saw him in his weakest moments, that Janus purposely sought out Patton, only to see the aftermath of torture. Patton didn’t think it was right to call it torture, he was probably just being dramatic, right?
If it was torture, Logan would have at least some sympathy, right? There were probably a bunch of people who had it worse, right? Patton didn’t know anymore. Janus probably found him weak, unable to even defend himself from one singular human.
He didn’t even care when Logan placed him in his cage harshly, muttering about how strange it was that a snake managed to climb up to the window. He didn’t respond. He had made that mistake before, and he wasn’t willing to make it again. Mentally though, he was thanking whatever gods there were that the pain was done for that day.
He could see the slight shimmer of air he had started to associate with Virgil, and he stifled a sob. Virgil had probably been watching the whole dramatic scene. He was there at the start and he was there then, so it was the reasonable assumption. He had witnessed Patton being weak, he had heard Patton’s screams, and yet he was the one that was dead.
Sometimes, Patton wished that he was the dead one.
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Virgil sobbed. He sobbed and he screamed when Patton focused on quietness. Patton was being tortured, and still had to keep quiet, but Virgil? Virgil was the unheard witness. He witnessed it all
He watched the knife slice through arms, then legs, and finally wings.. He immediately flew over to Patton, as the latter screamed. The blood was slowly darkening, shade by shade. Patton himself, though, was distracted by the snake that was definitely Janus.
Virgil stared as Janus tried to get to Patton. He’d never wished to be able to help more than he did in this moment. He gently played with Patton’s hair, just hoping the fairy wouldn’t die. When Logan walked into the room with no Janus, the first thing Virgil did was try to burn Logan for the fiftieth time. This time, Logan seemed to notice something this time, rubbing at the spot as if there was an itch.
Virgil counted that as a slight victory. He was getting stronger! He watched as Logan bandaged the wound on Patton’s back, making sure that his ‘little experiment’ wouldn’t die.
Dead specimens were useless. That’s what he had heard Logan mutter on several occasions, likely to remind himself that he couldn’t kill Patton. Every part of Virgil hated Logan with a burning passion.
Why did Logan do this? Virgil could see the guilty looks. Virgil could see Logan cry alone every so often, and he knew that he wanted to stop, but the human was drunk with power.
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Janus would’ve gone in search for Remus, he was probably the nicest human ever. But, he looked too similar to Roman and every time Janus thought of Roman, he could just see the freshly dead body of Virgil. There was no way that he would go near Remus ever again. Not on purpose at least.
He could only hope that Patton wouldn’t be in too much pain. He could only hope that he’d be able to escape beyond all odds.
Now, since you’ve read this far into the book, you probably understand that hope doesn’t do anything to save people. The odds are absolutely stacked against Patton and hoping can’t change that.
That little fact didn’t stop Janus from hoping anyway. He would go back and he would save Patton, even if it killed him.
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Remus went to go see Logan. He was sad, still, about Janus leaving. Knocking on the door, he waited anxiously for the door to open. Did it usually take that long? Logan opened the door eventually
“I apologise, Remus, I was in my experiment room. What brings you here?”
Remus’ eyes lit up “You have a new experiment? Can I see?? Please?” He dragged out the please. He knew that Logan would say yes, he always did
“No” Logan looked away
“Wait- what? Why?? You always let me see your experiments..”
Logan still wouldn’t look him in the eye “Not this time”
Remus walked towards the experiment room, noticing the three extra locks
“What.. What do you have in there? Why are there extra locks and why are you being so secretive about it? Logan, what are you doing in there?” He turned to the scientist with sad eyes “Why won’t you let me see what you’re doing? Is it something.. bad?”
Logan’s eyes were lit with the flame of fury “get away from there. You don’t know what I’m doing because I don’t want anyone to know. And now, I don’t want you to go anywhere near that door. I don’t think you’d like what you see, so you should just not look. Now, get away from the door” His tone was cold, and his words were ice
“This isn’t you, Logan. You always let me see your experiments, because you’re always happy that I’m interested in what you’re doing. If you’re doing something bad, I want to know what it is. You’re a kind person, but this” He gestured to Logan “This is not you. You always avoid cruelty if you do things to living creatures, whether it be study the behaviour, or take a small amount of anything from it, you always make sure it’s not hurt. I feel like you’ve stopped avoiding cruelty, and that- that’s not the Logan I know. Just show me what you’re doing. Please” He teared up, his intrusive thoughts were screaming all the horrible things that could be behind the overly-locked door
“Leave. I don’t want you here, if you’re just going to demand I show you my secrets. I don’t think that I’m being cruel, I think we just have different points of view. Now, unless you want me to throw you out of that door, you best get going. I’m not revealing anything to you, because i know you’d try to stop me. I don’t want to be stopped, and as much as you may think against me, you are clearly the one being unreasonable here” He sneered at what was once his best friend, and Remus left, tears running down his face
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Patton could hear the argument. He started crying again, apparently Logan was a good person. Apparently, Patton just wasn’t good enough to experience that side of the human. He just wasn’t good enough to see the side of the human that the friend insisted was there.
Based on the sound of things, neither was the friend. Patton looked around, hoping to see the slight difference in the air that he had come to realise meant that Virgil was there. Nothing. Perhaps he was visiting Janus, he realised. How was Janus doing anyway?
Hopefully, better than Patton. Patton wasn’t doing good at all. Logan walked in, evidently annoyed. More annoyed than usual.
Patton gulped. Logan opened the cage and grabbed Patton roughly. The straps that held him in place were tighter than usual, and Patton whimpered, before immediately silencing himself. Logan didn’t like the annoying noise.
The human sighed “What has you making that infuriating noise this time?”
Patton didn’t speak, Logan didn’t like his voice.
“Speak. I don’t ask things just for silence” He glared
“it-it hurts..”
Logan’s glare intensified “Why should I care? You’re just an experiment, nothing more, nothing less. I don’t care if it hurts, you should learn to deal with it and stop acting like a child” As if to prove his point, he tightened the straps more, uncaring of the small trickle of blood that cascaded down from Patton’s wrist.
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Virgil watched the torture that Patton was subjected to. He felt guilty, Patton was being tortured on purpose, but not allowed to die. Virgil, well, he died because of an accident caused by ignorance. Patton didn’t get the privilege of being unable to feel pain. Patton had to endure endless pain at the hands of this human, whilst Virgil was powerless to stop it.
He wished more than anything that he could conjure fire, but when you don’t have a form, achieving fire magic wasn’t the easiest feat. He concentrated on letting himself interact with the living world and gently wiped some of the blood from Patton’s arm
The fairy seemed to notice and a small smile grazed his lips, almost unnoticeable behind the pain. The human also seemed to notice the blood seemingly wiping itself up, and turned his cold eyes onto Patton
“How did that blood wipe itself up?”
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Logan was, in fact, rather happy to have a new specimen. He couldn’t care less what had happened to the other, it had probably died with those injuries it had. He didn’t feel regret for what he did, the creature had deserved it. If it hadn’t of lied, then he wouldn’t have had to punish it so harshly.
This new one, it seemed, learned quickly, which Logan found to be better than the constant crying, squirming and pleading from when he first found the bird creature.
This new creature was much better, only the occasional wince or silent gasp, and when it did cry, there were no sobs, only silent tears. He liked how more manageable this one was, barely moving around its cage. Obviously terrified from the very start, it did everything he told it to.
A nice change from the other, which would shake and tremble, and need extra prompting to answer questions. This one barely shook whilst answering questions, though it’s eyes held all the fear needed. It would occasionally scream in the night, but Logan had found an appropriate punishment for that, one that also benefited him
He would pull out at least five scales every time, and then bandage the area up (no need to let it bleed out). He hated the amount of night terrors this creature had, the last one only had one in the two weeks, while this one had one every other night, and had only been there a week.
Logan was starting to lose sleep from the screaming, and was getting paranoid that his neighbours could hear. Vaguely, he could recognise how similar this was to the famous gothic novel, The Tell-Tale Heart, though he believed that he had more reason to be paranoid. He made sure to keep a camera on in the room at all times, so he would always be able to observe the creatures natural behaviours
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Janus barely regretted his decision. As long as Patton was safe he didn’t care, as long as Patton was safe, nothing else mattered. He wouldn’t lose his last friend, no matter how much pain it ended with. He hated his nightmares with a burning passion, for two reasons;
Seeing Virgil’s dead body and reliving the experience of seeing that for the first was no where near fun, and getting multiple scales ripped out was also not fun, and was, in fact, quite painful. He was grateful for the times that the human wasn’t in the room, being able to express is emotions with quiet sobs, rather than silent tears. He could mumble words he wasn’t able to say with the human near, and he could make sure that his remaining scales were doing good.
The human would almost kill him multiple times, and heal him at the last second and Janus was expected to be grateful. His blood got a single shade away from black, and the human just gave him blood from one of the many vials he had of Patton’s blood. The human acted as if it was a good thing that he had at least ten vials of blood from Janus’ last remaining friend, and not a horribly terrifying and terrible thing.
Janus hated when it got to that level of blood being taken, because it made him dizzy and it made him hallucinate that Virgil was there. It made him see his dead friend, who wasn’t there. He thought about something else
He thought about Patton; he’d probably be to the fairy village by now, right? Janus hoped so..
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Patton was taken into a room by one of the humans, who bandaged up where his wings were, and did it a lot better than Logan did. Perhaps Logan would’ve done it better if he actually cared about him.
Patton liked the human that brought him to the healer humans, as long as he didn’t reveal himself, he might be able to escape with minimal pain. He winced as he heard his thoughts use a big word, big words reminded him of Logan
He fell asleep due to the repetitive motion of the healer humans petting him and something in his brain told him that that was what was supposed to happen
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