The Neverending War (modern war)

Asking around about the lieutenant went now where. Most people were to nervous around or scared of the reclusive Healers to even talk to them. Those that could talk to her knew nothing.
Anaa sighed and looked back woridly at the base as Mentor led her back out of town toward the hut with their new chickens. Anaa doing all of the work of course.

There was a squad of soldiers waiting for them upon their return. "Miss Anaa. Lieutenant Arashi has requested a visit from you at the hospital inside the base." One of the men said with a salute as they stopped before them.

Anaa halted and blinked in surprise. "All right," she looked quickly at Mentor who scoffed.
"We just came from the town, you couldnt have approached us there so my poor injured apprentice would have to walk all the way back?"
Anaa just rolled her eyes and looked apologetically at the soldiers thought they couldnt see her face hidden in her deep hood as was tradition when a Healer was out in public away from their home.
Mentor herumphed. "Ah but now your thinking 'Well if the apprentice is so seriously injured why is Mentor making the apprentice do all of the work?' yes? Well," She gave the a hard look from the darkness of her own hoo, "that is because I know my apprentice and know she is tough enough to handle it. You on the other hand wouldnt know that. Tsk tsk, what has happened to common curtesy?" Mentor swept off for the huts door. "Anaa put the chickens away then go but be back in time for chores, we also have much work to do. Were getting low on some herbs and salves."
"Yes Mentor." Anaa turned to the soldiers. "Ill be but a moment," she dipped her head to them and went to relocate the chickens into the coup. Once done she followed the soldiers to the hospital where all the chemicals made her gag and put a hand over her nose and mouth.

The hospital was still packed and full of chaos as a mixture of medics and doctors tended to the wounded from the battle. A portion of the hospital was closed off because a salvo from the enemy ship had hit that area, and it was nothing more than a gaping hole.
Andre was on the thirty fifth floor of seventy two. The soldiers escorted her to the elevator, and then, once they arrived on the proper floor, they took her to Andre's room. He lay there on the bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling once more because he still couldn't move very much without extreme pain despite the morphine. His nose caught her scent the moment she entered the room, and he looked over at her with a relieved smile.
"Anaa!" He exclaimed, "You did survive! Thank the gods, I was worried." He still looked like a true mess. Bandages covered the percentage of his body yet, and what wasn't covered showed his fur, scorched in places, still stained with his blood on others, and obviously dirty all around. His tail even hand bandages on it as it laid across his lap.

"Me?" Anaa exclaimed wide eyed as she looked over the bandages. "Look at you your a mess!" With a scowl she turned on one of the doctors, her tail fluffing. "Dont tell me he was operated on without sterilization of the fur! He could get an infection! Its bad enough -" she froze and got a horrified look. "Great Fates ive turned into Mentor." She absent mindedly turned away slightly, hand going to her mouth making an odd strangling like sound.

One of Andre's eyebrows quirked as she flipped out on the doctors then stopped. He let out a soft chuckle, then looked back at the ceiling. "Yeah... Apparently, half of my bone structure has been replaced. I can hardly tell, aside from the searing pain I get every time I even think about moving." He raised an arm and brushed back his hair, then looked at her again.

Anaas eyes went wide, "Half of your bone structure?" She moved closer to the bed. "How is that even possible?" She reached up to tug the hood of her white cape trimmed in black farther up to make sure her face was hidden. Years and years of Healer edicet pounded into her by Mentor had become 2nd nature.

"Not sure. By all rights, I should be dead. There was nothing but pieces left of my spine and ribs and whatever else." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "And I'm going to be bed ridden for three days, and that's if everything goes accordingly."

Anaa shook her head in aw. "Incredible." She laughed, "Your lucky you get to stay in bed. If id had my way I wouldnt have woken up this morning." She rubbed a hand over her face. "Well im sure all will be fine. With all of these people looking after you...."

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. "I'll get up and go have a talk with your mentor if I have to..." He began, but he bit his lip to stay his tongue. He had seen her mentor before. She was not a woman to be swayed in her ways, and if she was anything like Anaa, she could probably kick his ass in this state.

"Sore and a bit of memory loss but otherwise I am perfectly fine." She let out a barking like laugh that sounded remarkably like Mentors, on the odd occasion that she actually laughed. "Try telling her how she should treat her own apprentice and youll just end up back in here lieutenant she chuckled.

"I figured as much. Provided I ever get out to begin with." He grumbled and took a deep breath, and cringed as his muscles fought to flex the metal ribs. They still were made to flex, but the soft cartilage like bone that made up the ribs was so much easier.

"Of course you will," Anaa said just barley shifting her stance. She was used to being the silent apprentice only asking a patient to shift to change a bandage while Mentor did all of the healing. Her bedside manor needed some work. Besides she was used to farmer families not soldiers.

Andre allowed himself a soft laugh, then he looked at her with solemn eyes. "I appreciate your optimism. I'm lucky to even be alive, so making it out of this hospital will be a blessing." He closed his eyes and relaxed his head on the pillow once more, his fingers now playing with the tuft of his fur on his tail that stuck out from the bandages on it. "How long are you allowed to stay? Does your mentor have anything else planned for you for the day?" He asked quietly.

Anaa sighed. "When doesnt she have something planned for me," she said shaking her head. "She expects me to do all of my usual chores tonight and were going herb hunting at first light. Apparently she has slipped in my abscence about keeping up stock and making sure she mix the salves," Anaa continued shaking her head. "I can stay a little longer anyway though."

"That's good, the company is nice." He said with a small grin. "The docs won't let me have any alcohol. A nice brandy, or even some nice creamy ale sounds wonderful right about now..." He mused.

Anaa sighed and shook her head. Just like the farmer men. Mentor always chewed them out when they thought drinking would solve the problem but Anaa knew better. She knew Mentor actually did give them some of what they asked for saying it was some sort of herb tencture she had created when she was a young apprentice, a stronger way of numbing pain. Anaa chuckled. She looked back at the leutenant and tilted her head if youd like i can see if i can convince my Mentor to let me come and see you tomorrow but its a stretch. It usually takes us a full day looking deep in the woods to gather all that we need."

"That would be much appreciated if you could." He replied with a grin. He continued to pick at the tuft of fur at the end of his tail without any much thought to the process. "I hate being this stiff." He complained as he shifted in the bed a bit.

"That will get better with time, stretches, and a lot of patiance," Anaa said smiling at the last bit.

"I'm going to have to re learn how to use my body again..." He said quietly. "It's going to be like basic training all over again, but longer."

Anaas ears fell. "Yes," she whispered. "You have a long hard road ahead of you Lieutenant but dont lose faith, that is the worst thing you can do. Youve done it once, you can do it again. I may have suffered some memory loss but at least I am quickly healing......though some of those memories I lost and are now returning....I would rather stay lost." She looked to the clock on the wall. "I must go now. Unless I want to feed the chickens in the dark," she smiled at him and turned to leave.

"Thank you, Anaa." He told her with a soft smile as she left. Once she was gone, one of the doctors came in and asked him if he was ready for dinner yet. He gave nothing more than a nod as an answer, and she later brought him his meal. He ate it in silence, his mind only focused on getting back on his feet and into the field.

Anaa walked back to the hut alone grimacing at every step. She fed the chickens and walked inside. After taking one step she paused in taking off her cloak......Something was wrong. "Mentor?" she called. Nothing. "Mentor?" she called a llittle louder tentivly walking farther into the hut. As she moved she bent and reaching under cloak and skirt pulled out a knife. She turned the corner into the kitchen to find Mentor bound and muzzled lying unconscious on the floor with burn marks of some kind of weapon fire pockmarking her fur. "Mentor!" Anaa rushed over to the old Goldens side and began cutting the bonds just as Mentor was waking up. Her eyes fluttered then snapped wide. "Behind you!" she cried. Anaa spun around only to have something slam into the side of her head, flinging her to the floor unconscious.

Over the next couple of days, those in and out of Andre's hospital room were very few, and only allowed in for specific reasons. On day three, they allowed him to try and walk. He made it two steps out of the bed before collapsing to the floor and tearing open a good portion of the stitches along his leg and back. It would be an entire week after that before he would be freely walking around.
As he exits the hospital on day eight of being there, he is immediately intercepted by a group of soldiers. They cracked a quick salute to him, then handed him a letter, then took off. Andre stared after them until they were out of sight, then he looked down at the letter, baffled. He tore it open, and began to read. His heart sank as he read farther and farther into the message. He threw the letter to the ground and took off at a full sprint to Anaa and her mentor's place. At this point, he could definitely tell which leg had to have it's bones replaced. Each step was heavier, and he got a little bit more force out of each push than his normal leg. It made him feel lopsided, just a little. He knew it was something that he would eventually get used to.

She felt like she was jell-o. Like she was completely submerged in thick mud. She tried to breath deeply, tried to open her eyes, tried to move. But she could hear. There was someone laughing. "You are awake. To bad for you," they laughed again and left. 'Theyve drugged me,' Anaa thought. 'With what? Who are they?'
Very, very slowly, over days the drug wore off and over that time no one came not to check on her not to give her food or drink not to re drug her. Finally, a little over a week after she had been taken she could open her eye and roll her head around though she didnt have much control. She was chained upright on a wall chains hanging from the ceiling shackling her arms above her, chains from the floor around her ankles. Her cloak was gone.
Another two days and someone entered. A Dracus. Male. Dressed finely. Anaas eyes narrowed and her ears flattened, tail fluffing and twitching.
"Well little healer," Anaas eyes widened in shock. 'That voice! He was the one on the intercom.' He smiled at her, "Such a pitty the Healers of your world must wear those silly cloaks. Seems like such a shame to hide that pretty face," he came right up to her and grabbed hold of her chin. "Be happy weve gotten rid of it for you."
Anaa growled twisted her head and snapped her teeth down on one of his fingers. He screamed and tried to pull away. The bone snapped and she held his finger in her mouth while he stumbled back cradling his wounded hand.
She spat the finger into his face. "Not so pretty now eh?" She bared her fangs at him still dripping his blood.
He roared in anger and began to hit her in the head ribs and stomach. He stood back and she hung ther limp, gasping and chocking. His head cocked just slightly eyes glittering coldly. "I wouldnt say that my dear. We like them fiesty. Be happy I dont let my soldiers at you. Theyd have a field day with a tasty little morsaul like you." He began to leave.
"Wha- what do you want?" she gasped out.
He stopped. "Arashi escaped me on the ship." He turned to look at her over his shoulder with a nasty smile. "You make the perfect bait. Im sure the hero wont be able to refuse a damsal in distress." And he turned and left laughing.
Anaas eyes went wide. 'Uhoh.'

Andre continued to run and run and run until finally he arrived at Anaa's home. He did not bother to knock, he simply opened the door, and the moment that he spotted her mentor, he looked straight at her with the most stern and determined expression. "Where is she?!" He demanded, keeping as much bite out of the words as he could. He knew it wasn't mentor's fault. He would save his anger for the ones responsible. "Where is Anaa?"

Mentor sat in her old rocking chair, knitting, and feeling very, very old. Her whole body ached at being bound for several days before a farmers wife coming for a checkup of her unborn child found her. The daft woman had shrieked and sprinted away from the hut. Hours later soldiers had come. They cut the ropes binding her and she immediately told them that Darcus had come, fired upon her, and kidnapped her apprentice.
The golden retriever sighed and scratched at her graying chin. Absent mindedly she gathered her copious amount of graying gold hair and tied it in the customary knot at the base of her skull.
She put down her knitting after three stitches and leaned her head back, eyes closed. Mentor didnt even twitch an ear when Arashi barged in. Shed been expecting him. Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him with sad eyes. "I do not know. If I knew I would not be sitting here now would I. I might not be a worrier healer but I would do anything for that girl." She looked at him silently for a while. "They said nothing. Just attached me, then her. They rebound me as they dragged her off.........Find her Lieutenant," she said suddenly fierce. "Find my apprentice. Bring her back for her dress ceremony. Bring back my daughter so she may become the Healer she has been for years."


By the end of the hour Anaa was happy the Dracus didnt let the soldiers at her. Just from what she was hearing of them through the walls of her cell it would have been....unpleasant to say the least.
'Dont come,' she kept thinking. 'Theyll kill you. Dont come.' But she knew he would. The expensively dressed Darcus was right. She was perfect bait.

Another day and night passed before he came again.
"So much time has passed yet he doesnt come," he said with a mock pout. He grinned nastily at her. "Perhaps if he saw you in your present state? What do you think," he stood with his face right next to hers.
His breath was foul. Her eyes squeezed shut in a grimace and hiss, ears flat, head turning away from his.
He made an odd sound and another, smaller, much less richly dressed male came shuffling quickly into the huge room.
"Were going to send Arashi a little gift," the head said to what seemed to be his assistant. "Were going to send him a little recording of our delightful little prisoner.
They shared a nasty smile and the assistant quickly dug out a devise.
"Lieutenant Arashi Im disappointed in you. Here its been nearly a fortnight yet you havent come from our little mutural friend here," he grabbed hold of her chin making her look at the camera as it was pointed at them both. He moved closer. "Maybe hearing the poor damasel will motivate you?" He let out a gusty sigh against her cheek making her choke on his breath. "Shes quiet the pretty little thing surely youve noticed? You havent taken a taste have you?" He chuckled darkly. "Ill take one and tell you if shes as tasty as she looks." He licked her cheek.
She shreiked in furry, pulling away from the hold, trying to bite him again, thrashing against the restraints. He slapped her, hard enough to make her fly against the shackles. She yowled in pain and choked on a sob.
He laughed. "Well Arashi? Will you come to the cry? I must say," he licked his lips, "shes even better then I expected. You better come for her before I decide to keep her for my own pleasure." He laughed.
"Dont come," she gasped. "Dont come."

Andre paced around for a few minutes in front of her before finally, his ears perked and his tail fluffed. "I'm going to have to go have a talk with command." He said, and with that, he took off out of her hut and back toward the base. With absolutely no regard for protocol, he went straight to the war room to speak with the general.
He pushed aside two guards, making them collide with the wall and drop to the ground, slightly dazed. He forced open the door and stopped at the top of the stairs leading down to a large holographic map table where the general and his commanders stood, still addressing damages and counter assaults from the attack many days ago.
"Why was I not informed sooner?!" Andre barked, his eyes red with fury as they glared straight at the general.
General Anten stood slowly, his eyes showing the anger felt toward this complete disregard for respect. "I did not think it would matter so much to you, she's merely a healer adhering to a dying art." He said as he folded his fists and leaned on them on the edge of the map table.
"She is a comrade and a friend, Anten, and I would not have made it out of there alive if not for her. She deserves the same degree of urgency as a hostage as any VIP in this room!" Andre yelled, his tail thrashed, smashing a nearby console.
"Andre, I recommend you lock down your attitude this instant before I have you detained." Anten threatened.
Andre began to retaliate, but then his PDA in his pocket began to buzz. Curious as to why this would be happening since there was no one but the military who ever contacted him he hastily took it out, opened it, and went straight to the message.
He watched in terror as the video that had been recorded not long before he received it played out before his eyes. Each time he spoke, each time he struck her, each time her scream came to his ears, he would wince and his rage would burn. At the conclusion of the video, he was so furious that he crushed his PDA from his shaking.
Anten became silent as he, and everyone else in the room, heard the video. "I see now exactly what we have been ignoring. Get to the armory immediately, Andre. I'll have a new suit of armor ready for you by the time you get there. We'll track the source of the message in the meantime."
Andre did not hesitate or even care to acknowledge the offer. He burst out of the room as dramatically as he had entered it and walked as fast as his feet would carry him down to the armory. The moment he was there he suited up, checked all the systems in his armor, grabbed a long range assault rifle, two heavy caliber pistols and a sword, and he made his way back up to the CC with his helmet in hand.
"Where is she?" He demanded the moment he entered.
"We have tracked the signal to a remote location deep in the heart of the mountains to the east. There's a large cave left by a prehistoric volcanic eruption. It's more than large enough to house a large Dracus army, even a-" General Anten looked up to see Andre as he was finishing his sentence, but he was already gone. All Andre had wanted to know was where she was. He did not care what was waiting for him. He knew she was there, and he knew that Tenatsu would be as well. 'That bastard is going to die this time.' Andre growled in his head as he exited the base.

Anaa hung after the video had been sent half unconscious from lack of nourishment and the hard slap, hair falling around her face. She was thinning. Not drastically but enough for the black corset of her white black trimmed apprentice dress to be looser.

"Set up the recorder to show live," Tenatsu hissed at the assistant. "Plaster it on ever prompter every screen. They see and hear her but she not them. Dont let her see it."
"Yes," the assistant said delightedly. As quietly as he could he slipped into the huge room and scurried up to the healer. Making sure she was out of it he did as he had been ordered, making sure the whole of her was visable. Once done he smiled into the viewer. "Enjoy the show everyone," he said, giggling delightedly. He turned on the girl. "Unconcious are we? Well that will never do. Wake up!" He slapped her.
It wasnt nearly as hard as the heads but it was enough to elicate a whimper out of her. The assisstant giggled madly and scurried out of the room.
After a few minuted Anaa came to. Breathing deeply she looked around frantically, violet eyes finally ending on the chains suspending her. She began to pull, to fight but the chins were thick as was the ring holding them. She screamed in frustration thrashing against the restraints. For nearly an hour she fought but she had exhausted what little energy she had left. She collapsed and began to cry softly.
The door flew open. "Now now what is all this noise."
Anaas head flew up and she shrank slightly against the wall.
"Well you have spirit dont you?" his voice was like oil. He grabbed her chin. "What a waist to hide you in the healers hidden circle. Such a piece as yourself should be on display no?"
Anaa growled then spat in his face. "Burn in hell."
"Tsk tsk," without letting go of her he wiped of his face. "I wish you hadnt done that lovely. Now youll have to be punished." With a growling roar he slapped her. Not as hard as before but in exactly the same place.
She cried out but bit her lip to hold it back, enough to make it bleed.
He continued to 'punish her' aiming for her head ribs and stomach. The dress ripped slightly in several places from the force of the hits.
Blood came from her mouth. He stopped, leaning in real close he whispered, "Beg. Beg to the camera. Beg for him to save you."
"No," she gasped coughing up blood. "I wont. Dont come. Dont come," the last was nothing but a breath.
He punched her in the ribs making her choke a yowl. "BEG!"
"No."
He grabbed her chin. "Im getting impatient. Why. Wont. You. BEG!" He ended with a hit to her stomach."
"Hes still needed. I will join mother," Anaa breathed.
With an angry sound he turned and stomped out.
"Dont come. Dont come.....Dont ....come ..... Dont..." she fell unconscious.

Andre was nothing more than a green blur to those who saw him as he flew through town at a full sprint. With one powerful extension of his legs, he launched himself clear over the 100ft tall 20ft thick wall that surrounded the city. He watched the ground intently as he came back down, readying himself for the landing. With a loud crash he landed, the weight of his body and his armor more than enough to leave a small crater. He ducked a d rolled upon impact, got back on his feet, and did not stop running.
He weaved through the trees and underbrush as he made his way toward the mountains. Along the way he encountered quite a few Dracus patrols, but they were no more than two to four men, so Andre literally blasted straight through them, slaughtering them without stopping. The farther into the mountains he went, the more there seemed to be. Finally, he skid to a stop, leaving a nice gouge in the ground at least two yards long, and he ducked behind a rock. There was an outpost. He quickly assessed the area, counting seventeen soldiers in all. Child's play. He grabbed his rifle from the magnetized plate on his back, shouldered it, spun around, laid on his stomach on the ground, and fired away. With each crack of the rifle, the soldiers with no cover dropped dead. Those who had cover hid behind it, but the moment they stood to take a shot at Andre, he dropped them. In a matter of two minutes, he had every single one down, save one. He had nicked that one in the shoulder, and he fell out of sight. Andre stood, holstered his rifle, and walked toward the wounded soldier. He did exactly what Andre wanted him to do. "Lord Tenatsu! He's here! Arashi is- GAH!" Andre allowed him just those few words before putting a round into his skull.
Andre looked around, and eventually his eyes fell upon the cave. Sure as shit, there was a dracus base there. The only reason one could tell it was a cave was because there was a large gap above the facility that had been built into the cave, conforming to it's shape.
His resolve steeled, he exited the camp quickly and headed straight for the facility. He met heavy resistance along the way, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. The terrain was too impossible for vehicles to travel. Well, save the helicopters that harassed him here and there, but they had no adequate armor the the high caliber rounds in his pistols. Each time one thought it would be cute and attack Andre, he would shoot the gas tank and that would be the end of it. Finally, after nearly an hour of grueling combat following his two hour sprint there, Andre arrived at the massive metal front door of the facility. He could hear soldiers barricading the other side and preparing to defend against him the moment he entered.
Andre cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. It was time to test out these new implants. During his time in the hospital, he had been brought up to speed about exactly what the spinal part was supposed to do. It was supposed to amplify the brain waves that were sent to the body to make it move more efficiently and faster reaction time. Scientists speculated that these effects would amplify Andre's psychokinetic abilities.
Andre closed his eyes as he focused his energy into his fists. It was much easier now. He didn't really even need to concentrate on it. He opened his eyes, braced himself and began to wail on the solid steel door. With each punch it bent and buckled. Punch after punch after punch fell on the door, and it groaned in protest as Andre forced it farther and farther back. Finally, with one final blow, the door gave in at that spot, and burst like a balloon. Metal shrapnel blew through the hole, taking out anything behind it. Andre ducked to the side of the hole as lead poured through the opening as soldiers on the other side opened suppressing fire on him.
He took a deep breath and drew his pistols. He crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes. The dracus were not letting up. He opened his eyes. They were still full of blood lust and rage. He spun into the opening, raised his weapons, began firing, and charged straight into the hailstorm of fire.

She was an absolute mess. The dress had many small tears and was stained with blood. One of her fangs had broken. Where the shackles held her wrists and ankles tufts of fur had been pulled out and blood oozed from where shed opened the skin from fighting. Her hair hung in ringlets, clumps sticking to her face. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
He came in with a huge smile on his face. "Hes here," he hissed.
"Noooo," Anaa groaned unable to lift her head or open her eyes.
"Oh yes. And he came alone. I knew youd be the perfect bait and heres the proof. Hes as good as dead but, I have underestimated him before and I will not now." He pulled a syringe from his pocket and gabbed the needle into her neck. She grimaced and groaned in protest. The drug immediately took affect. She felt like she was made of jell-o. He did something and with a crashing sound the chains were released from the ceiling.
Anaa fell face first to the floor, hands still shackled together. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, using her as a shield. The drug dosage wasnt as heavy as before but it was still enough to keep her from fighting him off.
He held a knife to her throat, "Now we wait."

Bullets shattered against his energy shield. The sound of the firefight that he was at the heart of was deafening, but he didn't need to hear to put a round through someone's skull. Within a few minutes, the entire force that had been bolstering the door was dead. He holstered his guns, focused more energy into his hands, braced himself, then thrust both hands forward. A massive pulse of energy surged down the corridor before him, ripping the metal plating off the walls, blasting through barricades and door ways, and ultimately detonating against the wall at the far end, leaving nothing more than a massive hole.
Sparks spit and sputtered along the hallway from severed wires, lights flickered, and random fires blazed from pipes. Andre walked down the corridor, keeping his senses sharp for any ambushes. He stopped at the hole at the end of the corridor and he looked around, sniffing for which direction to go. He couldn't figure it out, though. The stench of smoke and Dracus was too pungent in the air. He pulled up his tracking device. According to it she was one hundred yard below him, and a couple hundred directly ahead.
He focused energy into his fists, and then struck the floor. He fell straight through into the room below him. It was packed with Dracus. Must have been a bunk room. Andre drew his sword and cleaved the two nearest him in half before they could even react. He drew his pistol and popped off three more, then spun around to remove the arm of one that tried to attack him from behind, before plastering his brains on the wall behind with a shot to the head. A kick to the knee immobilized another one that thought it would be a great idea to attack him close quarters without a weapon, and a sword through the abdomen finished him off. He concentrated a mass of energy into his chest, then detonated it causing a circular pulse to shoot away from him with him at the center of the blast. The room was completely destroyed, and Andre dropped down to the next level as the floor was blown out from under him. He continued this process of merciless slaughter and destruction until he reached the bottom floor of the facility, which was just one massive hangar packed with aircraft, vehicles and soldiers. "Oh, fantastic..." Andre said to himself as he ducked behind cover just as a flurry of shots assailed his position.

The sounds of battle were coming closer, and she couldnt do anything about it. He chuckled, "Let the fun begin. Sounds like hes found the hanger....I wounder how long itll take. What do you think pretty hmm?" He opened the hand that held her up and against him running it along her stomach waist and hip. She growled weakly in protest but she could do nothing else. "Think hell be long enough for me to have a bit of fun?" he whispered into her ear and kissed her jaw. She growled again. His fingers found a hole in her dress, he forced it larger so he could shove his hand through. Anaa hissed in pain as the wound there was irritated and reopened. He took her linked hands and raised them up to hook over his head around his neck so he wouldnt have to hold her up. She whimpered as her shoulders screamed in protest."There now thats better." His hand went through the tear again and he slowly began to run it over her stomach. She growled a warning but the drug left her powerless.

Andre peaked up over his cover to look out over the hangar. There was just way too much for him to contend with right now. On a normal day, he would save his energy and fight them with his weaponry like he had been trained, but that would take forever with as many obstacles as he had now. He closed his eyes and concentrated his energy. A dark purple aura that looked like smoke almost started to eminate from his hands, and slowly began moving it's way all across his body. When he opened his eyes, this purple aura also poured from them.
He stood up and faced his enemy. Bullets stopped dead in their tracks mere feet from him. Slowly he walked forward, drew back a hand, and swiped it at the first row of soldiers and armored vehicles in front of him. An invisible force sent them tumbling and crashing in the direction he had swiped his hand. With his other hand, he swiped downward. One of the large support beams across the roof was torn from it's place, and crashed to the hangar floor in front of him, crushing those in it's way. This time, with both hands, he swept forward, and the massive beam slid across the ground like a massive broom, pushing back and crushing anything and everything in it's way. Two helicopters lifted off and began firing at Andre. He immediately turned his attention to them, and ripped them right out of the air, forcing them to crash into others that were preparing to take off. Finally, he focused the last of this burst of energy, and he made a tearing motion in front of himself. The wall at the far end of the hangar and everything in between was torn to either side, smashing into the side walls of the hangar, destroying anything and everything in the way. The final corridor was now exposed. The aura faded from Andre's person as he marched straight for it.

Slowly, very slowly his hand moved down from her stomach and waist to her hip. Anaa roared in her mind and fought with all she had left against the drug. There was a crash like nothing before and he froze, stiffening. He sighed. "Seemes he is giving us much less time then I would have liked. This was just getting exciting." His hand moved down her thigh and he kissed her jaw again. He straitened slightly, hiding more of himself behind her and repositioning the knife but her didnt move his other hand.

The guards outside the door leading to the room they were in shook with fear as they held their weapons up to him. "D-don't come any closer!" One of them yelled. Andre lifted a hand and closed his fist, and the soldier screamed in pain and dropped to the ground as his heart was instantaneously crushed. The other guard freaked out and started shooting at him. He moved his hand to be between the soldier and himself, and the rounds all collected into a small ball in the palm of Andre's hand. With a flick of his wrist, he shot the rounds back at the soldier like one massive shotgun shell, leaving a gaping hole in the soldier's chest. Andre stopped before the door and delivered one powerful kick to it, sending it flying off the hinges, just barely missing Anaa and Tenatsu, and embedding itself in the wall behind them. Andre stopped dead in his tracks as the sight of the two came to his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, his adrenaline surged through his body, and his head fogged with rage. "Tenatsu, you bastard, let her go!" He demanded.

Tenatsu smiled. "Now why would I want to do that Arashi?" He chuckled darkly, "You wish to take my place here? Wish you were the one with this tasty thing pressed against yeh? Your hand," his hand moved closer to her inner thigh.
Anaas growl was stronger this time and her limp tail twitched.
"Well well look at that. You are a little fighter arent you?" His hand moved making her growl again. He laughed softly and returned his attention to Arashi. "I actually wish you hadnt come Arashi, I was just starting to have fun, but while your here I have a question for you. Whats worse then death?" He didnt give him time to answer. Instead with a nasty smile he used the knife to cut a V in the corset and dragged the incredibly sharp edge across the exposed area. "Maiming," he hissed drawing out the word delightedly. "Though now id much rather not do so to this one." He kissed the back of her neck.
Anaa hissed and her tail twitched.

"You disgusting bastard!" Andre barked as he watched him touch and kiss her. He was done with the games now. He lifted a hand and pushed his palm toward them. A smokey aura thrashed forward, grabbing the knife and turning it to dust. From there, Andre charged forward. Tenatsu roared at the fox and threw Anaa aside, making her collide with the wall. He smacked aside the fist that Andre flung at him and grabbed the boy by the throat before brutally slamming him into the ground. Andre choked and gasped from the impact. He kicked and flailed, but Tenatsu was easilly twice his size, and Dracus were much stronger than their species naturally, putting his own modified strength on par with the Dracus lord's.
Tenatsu released Andre, then slammed a clawed foot down on his chest. This knocked the breath clean from his chest, and he gasped again, clawing at the foot. Tenatsu pressed down slowly, and Andre could feel his new metal ribs slowly losing he fight against the pressure. He focused his energy and shot a single needle of it into Tenatsu's foot. Blood spurt into the air and he growled with pain. He picked up his foot, slammed it onto Andre's chest again, then kicked him across the room. Andre slammed into the wall beside Anaa.
Dazed, he looked around, and his heart jumped when he saw Anaa beside him. He reached out to touch her, but Tenatsu grabbed his arm, picked him up, slammed him into the ground, then threw him to the other end of the room. "What's the matter, boy? You can take on my entire army by yourself, but you haven't even laid a finger on me yet!" He roared and pounded his chest.
Coughing, Andre slowly forced himself to his feet. "I won't lie, you're tough. But even mountains fall to the storm, Tenatsu." Andre spit to the side, spattering a bit of his blood on the wall, then he charged at Tenatsu again. He stopped ten feet in front of the massive dragonkin and swung a fist at him. An invisible force pounded him across the face, which made him stumble. Andre swung again and again knocking him around. But he merely laughed.
"Oooh hoo hoo, that tickles!" He teased before he faced Andre and opened his mouth wide. A torrent of fire burst from it and engulfed the fox before he could react. Andre quickly expelled some energy from his body, knocking away the flames before they could do much more than scorch his body. However, through the flames Tenatsu charged, delivering a powerful kick to his face. He grabbed Andre by the leg as he tumbled backward, heaved him over his head, then slammed him onto the ground belly first.
Andre cried out in pain and gasped for breath. When he opened his eyes, he could see Anaa again. Tenatsu grabbed his head and smashed it against the ground, and forced his gaze to stay on her. "Look at her, boy. Look at her condition. Torturing her has been fun. You allowed it to happen, and now I'm going to do the same to you. I'm going to enjoy every. Last. Moment... Until I kill you." He whisperd into his ear, then looked up at Anaa. "And I'll make her watch. Maybe I'll torture her some more too, right before your eyes before you die."

Anaa yowled at the impact against the wall and nearly fell unconscious but the sound of battle brought her back.....sort of.
She was loosing the battle against the drug. 'What did he give me? I cant move, cant even open my eyes yet i cant hear everything. Im a prisoner in my own body!' She tried to move but couldnt, not even her tail would move now. Anaa whimpered in frustration, pain, and fright.

Andre growled as he struggled against the brute's strength. Finally, with the assistance of his tail, he managed to lift one of Tenatsu's legs up from the ground. This threw off his balance enough for Andre to topple him over. Andre quickly stood and struck Tenatsu in the ribs with a powerful punch. This made him double over, which Andre took advantage of by bringing a knee up to his fanged muzzle. Tenatsu stumbled backward and fell on his rump. He quickly rolled to his feet, though, and delivered a powerful kick to Andre's abdomen as he was charged again. Andre fell onto his back and gasped for air. He rolled onto his side, then flopped back onto his back. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a hefty foot to the face. Everything went black from there.

Tenatsu stared down at the red fox, "Done already boy?" he asked in disgust. When Arashi didnt move he turned to Anaa and walked over to her, making sure to put as much force as he could on Arashis face. He picked Anaa up by the chains just above her wrists and brought her up so they were face to face.
Anaa whimpered in pain.
"Lucky you. You have a new roommate darlin." He made a sound and his assistant came bustling in. "Remove his armor and shackle him. Tight," he ordered. As the assistant did so he re hung Anaa not on the wall directly across the door but on the one to the left this time tightening the chains so she couldnt thrash. Once done he turned on Arashi. He drug the fox by the chains and hung him on the wall directly across from Anaa. "Drug him, only enough to keep him immobile," he ordered and walked out of the room. "And get anyone thats left to fix this damn door! Then organize them to leave. Now that I have their precious soldier more will come, and I want to take my time with this."

Back at the base:
"Sir! Andre's armor just went off the grid. Something's wrong." The specialist in charge of examining statistics that were being fed to the base from Andre's armor about his condition and such yelled across the room.
General Anten's ears perked and he looked up from his table. "What? That can't be. We gave him all the latest upgrades with that suit."
"I don't know what to tell you sir. I'm not getting anything back from it now. I think he's in trouble."
"God damnit. Mobilize the third battalion! We need to put an end to this bullshit, and NOW!" Anten slammed his fist down on the table as he barked the order.
Back at the facility:
With a groan, Andre stirred back to consciousness. He tried to move his hand to wipe the blood from his face, but he couldn't even flex his muscles. He wiggled about a little bit, and he soon discovered that he was suspended in the air by chains. The air was cold. His armor was gone. He had nothing more than a tight latex undersuit on that was embedded with a multitude of glowing microchips and wires and small metal plugs that were supposed to be connected to his armor.
He raised his head up as far as he could, and he saw Anaa chained to the wall at the opposite end of the room. "Anaa? Anaa, can you hear me?" Andre whispered with what energy he could muster.

"You shouldntve come," Anaa slurred. The drug was finally wearing off but she didnt move. There was no point. She knew she couldnt get free of the chains and she needed to keep and store whatever energy she could which wasnt much since shed had no food or water for nearly 2 weeks. So she just hung there.

"What did you expect me to do?" He asked her, his breathing shaky. Whatever this drug was, it didn't let his muscles function very well, which was making it increasingly difficult to breath. "Leave you here to be tortured and violated until you finally die? I would never leave anyone to that fate, especially someone who has saved my life." He said, holding back a few of his feelings. Now was not the time to convey such things.

Anaa lifted her head to look at him with flat eyes. "I wouldve been with mother. Im not afraid of dying. Ive seen to much of it to be afraid of it. You've dealt enough of it. Are you afraid of death lieutenant?" Shed used up to much of her energy. She let her head fall back down.
When soldiers came to fix the door they jeered and taunted and cat called her (no pun intended). She ignored them. It didnt take very long for them to replace the door. Just as they were finishing the assistant came holding something.
"Your lucky Lord Tenatsu likes you so much healer," he said holding a glass of water with a straw up to her. Her eyes brightened at the sight and her ears twitched. As slowly as she could she drank the whole glass.
"Why whats this?" the assistant questioned fingering at the tear Tenatsu had made in her dress.
Anaa growled and glared down at him.
He chuckled, turned away. "Oops." the cloth ripped leaving a hole exposing a patch of her stomach almost down to her right hip. Laughing he began walking away. "Enjoy the view while you can Arashi!" the doors slammed behind him.
Anaa went limp again. An itch on her forearm made her lift her head and she used her fangs to itch at it. She rubbed the side of her face against the cloth of her long sleeves now folded on her shoulder and went limp again.

Andre could manage nothing more than a weak growl as the assistant came in. He glared after the little man as he left. "I can't even manage to enter his mind..." He whimpered as the assistant exited the room. Infiltration of the mind was the simplest of tasks for psychics, so not being able to do so from a distance of five feet was bothering him. "I'm sorry, Anaa. I let my anger get hold of me. I acted with too much haste. Didn't think it through. I should have known better than to attack Tenatsu head on, but I didn't listen to my own mental warnings..." He managed to say between breaths. "We're both going to die, and its all my fault..."

"I told you not to come," Anaa said simply. She shivered slightly as the cold air of the room filtered through the new hole. She was silent for a time. "Theyre moving us soon. Once were moved your people wont be able to find us, will they?" She was over come by a coughing fit, blood flowing from her mouth.

"Probably not..." He said simply. "The only thing that made it possible for them to track us would be my armor. They took that off of me, and security protocols deactivate the armor when it's removed." He shook his head weakly. "We need to get out of here..." He added with a weak flail against the chains. Unknown to anyone, his new spine was in the meantime filtering out the drug from his system as his blood passed through the veins surrounding the spine. He could not feel any dwindling in the effects, though.

"Its pointless youll only exhaust yourself," Anaa said.
The door opened. Anaa looked up and stiffened, shrinking against the wall as much as she could, wrapping her tail around her waist in an attempt to cover the hole.
"Your both awake. How wonderful," Tenatsu stepped in and looked from one to the other, eyes sparkling, deciding which one to torture first.
Anaa's ears flattened and she hissed softly, violet eyes wide with fear. Now that he had the lieutenant what was going to happen to her? Her role as bait was over. She shivered, not wanting to think what would happen next.

Tenatsu looked back and forth between the two, then he finally made his decision. "I believe I will start with you, Andre. I haven't heard a decent scream from you since I killed off your wretched clan." He began with a sadistic grin on his scaly face. He walked over to him and pulled a large knife from his hip. "But first, I think a little humiliation." He took the knife and pressed it just under Andre's throat, then with a quick flick of his wrist and arm, he made a cut clear down the front of his suit. A few more cuts, then he tore it from his body, leaving him clad in nothing. Andre could do nothing but laugh at him.
"I am a soldier, Tenatsu. You think being nude in public is going to bother me? I've won battles in my birthday suit." He mocked.
With a growl, Tenatsu plunged the knife into Andre's left shoulder. Andre yowled in pain and clenched his teeth. "Gods damnit!" He cursed as the knife was withdrawn. Tenatsu breathed a little fire onto the blade until it was red hot, then he inserted the blade back into the fresh would. Andre screamed loud. Every muscle in his body tensed as he fought the urge to thrash, which would only make things worse. As Tenatsu withdrew the blade again, Andre gasped for breath.
"Y'know, I spent my first years after hatching learning the art of torture. It's my passion, really. I know every single point in the body that can be exploited for pain, and exactly what to do without actually killing my captive or putting them into shock." The Dracus lord bragged. He then took the still hot blade and made a very shallow cut along Andre's chest. Andre grit his teeth and fought back the urge to cry out in pain as he did so. Once the cut was finished, he let out his breath and panted heavily.