[GlacierDragon]

Here's chapter 3, as I promised earlyer!

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Chapter 3

3 days before Shrown woke up in prison…

Vechk rubbed his eyes. His head ached terribly from the constant howling and screaming that came from the cage. The creature had been caught the previous day. At first it had just been shot by a Slig in an act of self defence. The bullets had pierced its wing joint and its chest, allowing it to fall to the ground where it lost consciousness. It was just the thing he needed for his experiment, so upon hearing the news Vechk had done all he could to get his hands on it before it was killed and chopped up for food. He had then taken it back to the underground lab he worked in. He knew it was a valuable experiment and that it would up his reputation which had rapidly dropped among the other Vykkers, but right now he just wanted it to be dead.

“Will you SHUT UP?!” Vechk shrieked in his high-pitched voice. He had put up with its complaining ever since it woke up, four hours earlier. He had decided to keep it in his lab rather than the animal pens because he didn’t want anyone to steal it. But if he had known it would be this bad he would have happily put it in the pens.

Vechk’s sudden words only made things worse. The creature cried out even louder, and it began to hurl its body against the bars of the cage. Its wings flapped wildly, unable to open to their full extent due to the lack of space. It head-butted the bars with such force that the cage rattled loudly, and Vechk was suddenly worried that it wouldn't hold.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that. And if you are hurt I can’t operate on you. Just be thankful you weren’t turned into food,” Vechk said to the creature. He knew it wouldn’t understand him. All it did was howl, growl and snarl. He put his head in his hands and went to the opposite wall of his lab where he kept the tranquilizers. Picking up a syringe, he filled it halfway with the green liquid.

“You’re going to be injected with this. At least that way I can get to sleep.” Vechk abruptly stopped. How was he going to inject it? It would tare off his arm as soon as he reached into the cage. He would need an Intern to shoot the thing instead. Putting down the syringe, he left his lab to search for one.

As he was walking, a familiar voice sounded from behind him. “Hey Vechk, you still got that thing in your lab? Or was that you making all that noise?”

Vechk stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face who was talking. This was the last thing he needed.

“If you want my opinion you should kill it now. The experiment won’t work. All it’s going to do is make you seem more pathetic, if that’s even possible.”

“I don’t want your opinion, Crelet,” he answered. Crelet was always picking out his faults and teasing him about his work. “The experiment will work, and when it does you will be the pathetic one, not me.”

Crelet shrugged. “Eh, whatever. I’m going for a break. I suggest you do something about that noise because, well, people are beginning to complain.” And with that, he turned on the spot and disappeared down the corridor.

“When my experiment is complete he’s the first one I’m sending it after,” Vechk promised himself. He hated Crelet even more than he hated niceness to animals. He would get his revenge.

But first he had to find an Intern.