"I wanted a blood sample," Snider replied.
"Why did you need to be near my eye for that?" I leaned down closer to him.
"I wanted to draw blood from the vein in your eye," he answered, "Your scales are too hard for us to get a needle through."
"So you stuck a needle in my eye," I rubbed the back of my neck with the little hook that had grown in.
I looked down at the scales on my chest, and tapped my talons on the cement platform that was supposed to be containing me. There was no color on my scales or talons anymore. They were a shiny pitch black now. Which made me wonder where the color on my body had gone. There was no way that it just disappeared.
"Do you have a mirror?" I looked down at snider again.
"Not one big enough for you," Snider joked.
I started playing with my teeth again. Having retractable teeth was fun. I wondered what else I could do now that I'd become a dragon prince. My muscles tensed as I stretched my neck out to Snider. He was within range of my neck.
I could have bit his stupid little head off pretty much any time I wanted if he really pissed me off. My stomach growled angrily. I'd forgotten that I hadn't eaten in three days. Snider flinched at the loud growling sound of my stomach.
"Well," I snorted, "I'm starving. You've got me trapped down here. You should be the one to feed me."
"Feed you?" Snider looked concerned.
"Fifty or a hundred pounds of meat should do it," I snorted sparks.
I need to learn how to control that. If I didn't figure out how then I might do some damage to my surroundings. That was the last thing I needed at the moment. I pushed against the chains slowly as I adjusted how I was laying.
"Why in gods name would we feed you?" A man said over the loud speaker.
"Why not?" I looked up to the glass observation barrier, "You didn't kill me so you obviously want me alive for at least a little longer." My eyes focused on the one that had spoken, "I don't react well to starvation, and it doesn't take long for me to get that bad."
"We should feed him," Snider yelled up to him, "Jacob. This creature is capable of cognitive thought. I would like to continue studying him for a bit. It might get dangerous for me if a predator of his size gets hungry enough."
Technically it was already dangerous to be near me. This guy was not the normal kind of crazy.
"I'll get him food if you won't," Snider let his creepy smile spread across his face again.
"Please don't let crazy get me food," I snorted sparks, "I'm pretty sure he'll feed me something weird."
Jacob covered his mouth to block a laugh, but none of the sound made it to me through the glass.
"He'll definitely feed me something weird," I stared at Snider.
"Yes," Snider was already in his own world, "I could give him different types of meat, and see how he reacts when eating each of them. Maybe his body will reject certain types of food. I should definitely test how he reacts to non meat foods."
"Definitely not eating anything you give me," I snapped.
I forgot my tail was chained down so I accidentally snapped most the chains holding my tail down when I thumped it to punctuate what I just said. I had no clue what would happen to me if I let him give me food like he wanted.
"Those are a waste of time," Snider mumbled as he walked closer to me.
I flinched away from him best I could as I growled. He ignored me, and went straight to the chains holding me down. Releasing them by scanning him thumb print. I tossed the chains off easily as I stood, and shook the stiffness out of my limbs. My wings halfway extended.
I wouldn't be able to stretch them fully in this small of a space, but this was better than being pinned down all day.
"You wanted a blood sample right?" I laid back down, and looked at Snider, "I'm willing to give you one."
I dug my pointer claw into my thumb, and held it out to offer Snider the blood flowing from the small wound. He grabbed a beaker to collect the blood with. It filled quickly, and he needed a second one to get the rest before I stopped bleeding. I licked the blood off my thumb, and relaxed back down on the platform. It would heal on it's own quickly enough.
I didn't need to waste mana on such a small cut.
"So I've been told that your name is Wyatt," Jacob's voice cackled across the intercom.
"Wyatt Nix," I nodded in confirmation.
"How does a beast get a human name?" He asked.
"The same way everyone else does," I cocked my head at him, "Someone gave it to me."
"That wasn't what I expected you to say," the intercom came back to life.
"What did you expect?" I snorted more sparks, "I killed someone, and stole their name to survive." My lip curled up to show my pearly whites, "I'm not that psychotic. I don't kill for fun. I kill to eat, and when I'm attacked. That's it."
"Noble for a monster," A new voice cackled over the intercom.
"A great came all the way down here for me," I cocked my head the other way.
"You are an interesting creature," the voice continued, "What do you plan to do while your down here?"
"Nothing," I smirked to myself, "There's not much I can do down here. I'm at your mercy for the moment."
"You talk as if that's going to change," Jacob switched back to to being the main person on the intercom.