Realistic or Modern Generation 8

[Hi Im Red]

Time Elapsed: 4 Hours, 23 Minutes





Ian sat quietly in the back of the van, hands still bound tightly behind his back, he sat alone now. They were stopped for some reason, and before the trackers and Dr Peter stepped out of the back of the van, they stuffed a piece of fabric in his mouth and left him in the dark, no lights, no voices to listen to. The only thing that he had was his thoughts, and even then he couldn't seem to fathom any; he had no plan of escape, and even if he did. The odds of him winning a fight against five trackers and Dr. Peter was slim, very slim. If only he wasn't so stupid as to run away! If he sucked it up and stayed where he had people like him. People that yelled at him and put him down for his opinions. Ian shut his eyes tightly and let in a deep breath through his nose, they're coming. Brax heard him on the phone, he was sure of it. So they knew something was wrong. That means they were coming. Yet they had no lead, all they had was the homing device on the cellphone that he dropped somewhere in the woods. He was a goner, and he knew it. Suddenly, as one tear fell from his eye, everything went to black again.





Time Elapsed: 7 Hours, 47 Minutes


His eyes opened slowly, the feeling of his own feet dragging behind him as two trackers hoisted him up by his arms. His golden snake looking eyes were met with a much too familiar scene. The Barracks, as he tried to look back, he saw that he was leaving his 'home' otherwise known as cell 231, where they were going remained a mystery. He looked at all the helpless hybrids in the passing cells with sorrow-filled eyes as he was dragged on. The two trackers brought him to Dr. Peters lab, and every poor soul he's ever known to come here has never made it out alive. That's when he started to struggle, screaming around the gag in his mouth, using what little strength he had left to fight against the trackers. However it was no use.


Something hard and heavy hit him on the back of the head and everything was black again.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Dr. Peters was in one of the many labs in the facility. He was now wearing his scubs and sterilizing equipment. He was prepping for some kind of surgery. He knew what he was going to do to try and accomplish on Ian. He was going to cut him open and run tests, then he was going to run the physical tests, and then for his finally he was going to use the drug that kept the trackers inline on Ian and see how it reacted on someone who wasn't a cloned hybrid monster.


Jonathan was in the house. He slammed the screen door shut and walked upstairs ignoring the others. He watches Brax in the pool irritated. He slammed the window shut and drew the blinds closed. Then he went and slammed the door to the room and sat at the desk. He looked down at the pictures Dan had taken of him. They all had legal substance matter but they were still creepy. He looked at the one where he was in the "Proud tshirt" and the white briefs. He looked at the picture and thought to himself,"What do I have to be proud of?"


Then he got up and went over to the closet and opened it up. Well, most of his old clothes were still there and most of them would probably still fit. He hadn't grown much at all since he'd been taken to New Genesis. He found the proud shirt hanging behind a black raincoat he pulled it out of the closet and resting it on the desk. Jonathan took off his shirt and pants leaving him in his white briefs. He took a deep breath and put on the shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and his body looked exactly like he looked in the picture but his soul didn't. His souls had been broken and torn to shreds that could barley stay connected the other pieces. Jonathan sighed and climbed into the bed to get some sleep.

 

[PenBlade1326]

What felt like hours passed by as Brax trained against the fence. His knuckles now matched his stomach from earlier. The wounds he received from the trackers were healing nicely already. Bloodied and busted up, his knuckles didn't hurt nearly as bad as everything else. He fell to his knees after so much time training alone outside. He was alone in the backyard. He glanced up at the house, John's window was closed, lights in the house were off. He sighed. "God...why can't things just be normal?" He whispered to himself, alone in the dark of night.


He already missed Ian like crazy. Ian's his friend, and now because of Brax's failure, he was at the mercy of Dr. Peters at New Genesis. A tear ran down Brax's cheek. Now that was rare...He never cried. He quickly wiped it away and turned his back to the fence. He walked to a small shed in the backyard and found the long pool-cleaning net. He broke off the net so only the long pole remained. He used it as a practice staff and went through several maneuvers with it, training harder and harder. He swung and twirled the "staff" around quickly, but awkwardly since her still felt like hell...he may having been healing nicely, but he wasn't even close to fully recovered. Throwing kicks and punches in the air along with his staff, going through the motions and pacing himself.


More time passed. He let out small grunts as he trained. He was tired, completely drained of all energy. But he kept going. The smell of his blood from the wounds kept him going...yet another wonderful thing about his shark genes. Smelling blood made him go into a frenzy..he hated that. Every time he felt like dropping, he just pushed through. Considering whatever Ian may be going through...Brax feeling tired isn't the least of his own concerns. At this point, Brax was exhausted...the amount of energy being used was making his tired, and the blood lost earlier wasn't helping. He became shaky with every swing of the pole and every punch and kick thrown to the imaginary Trackers.

 

[Hi Im Red]

When Ian woke again, he didn't remember. And he came to realize that he didn't like not remembering. He just didn't remember small things, like his age, or where he was born. Come to think of it he didn't even remember coming here. All he really knew was his name, bits and pieces of his past life and four faces. However if he saw them they seemed like completely different people. John was target 1, the one he had to eliminate first to get to the others. Brax was now target 2 for him. Harley, target 3 and a huge pain. Danny, target 4.


This much was clear, Ian was gone. He was still trapped somewhere in that pretty little head, however, this was not Ian. On the contrary, this was a Tracker; the one to lead the trackers at that. He had the teams trust, and a fake past planted in his head. Time to put it to good use. But not just yet, first he had to train. Ian had to be ready, this team was good, and they were skilled. However by the time New Genesis' weapon was ready, they wouldn't stand a chance.

 

[PenBlade1326]

After sparring with the air and training himself to the brink of exhaustion, Brax finally gave in and dropped the pole he used as a staff and collapsed on the ground outside. His breathing was steady but heavy, his arms limp and his wounds burning. He laid on the ground in the now-wet grass of the night.


His grunting finally stopped as he laid down, staring up at the moon. His thoughts were clouded, so much was going on. Usually he'd like to call himself a soldier, someone who could fight back...but now he was just a boy...a broken boy with confused outlooks. He laid in the grass for a short while, before finally passing out from the exhaustion and the pain he put himself through.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley was worried now, Brax was still not inside. She paced around the living room for a good five minutes before finally leaving to go to check on him. She looked at the sight before her, the poor exhausted passed out boy in the back yard. A sad sigh left her lips as she went out into the yard. Harley hooked an arm under his legs and around his back. Don't let her frail, delicate body fool you, she was much strong than what she had to show. She lifted him up and brought him back to his resting place on the sofa, grabbing a blanket from in the back pack and placing it over him, leaving his arms exposed so she could clean the wounds on his knuckles. She needed something to do to keep her from running head first into a war she couldn't win, just as Ian was going to do. So for the time being, she would clean the wounds and patch up his bloodied knuckles so maybe they wouldn't be so sore in the morning.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan was twisting and turning in his sleep. His face was tense and the expression on his face was pained as he let out a little whimper. In his head he was having a horrible nightmare.


Dan was there...he was...he was doing what that pedophile usually did...but that wasn't Jonathan's body on all fours below him. Oh My God...it was Brax! Jonathan struggled to get to Brax but it was useless. He was tied down forced to watch the horrible scene playing out in his head. Dan was laughing manically and Brax wasn't resisting. He looked like he was happy. He looked at Jonathan and his eyes turned a deep amber (like the tracker's eyes) and his teeth became fangs.


"Why'd you kill Dan John? He's hotter than you," Brax said licking his lips and letting out a pleasureful moan.


Jonathan tried to wake himself up but he couldn't. He was trapped. His twisting and turning got more violent when he turned his head and saw a boy cowering in the corner. The boy was naked, shackles on his wrists and ankles, and a leather dog collar was around his next. The boy whimpered and turned his head to look at John. It was Ian. His chest was scared and freshly sewn shut (like at the end of an autopsy). Ian looked dead. His skin was a pale greyish collar and his eyes were black and soulless. Ian whimpered blood dripping from his mouth,"How could you do this to me John?! You were out leader!" Ian started coughing up blood and Dr. Peter appeared and placed his hand on Ian's shoulder. Ian stared pleadingly at John and Dr. Peters smiled and his eyes glowed red and his fingernails turned into long claws. He grabbed Ian and dug his claws into the naked boy's shoulder. There was blood as Ian was dragged into the darkness. He looked back and Brax and Dan were still going at it, unfazed. They where still both laughing manically, like somehow they knew they were tormenting John. Jonathan couldn't take it anymore and he was finally able to force himself away with a loud high pitches scream.


"Aaaahhhhhh!!!!" Jonathan's lungs belted as loud as he could. He worried about whether he has waken up any of the others. He was exhausted and sweaty. His hair was in a matted mess on the top of his head. Jonathan started crying again. He tried to stop himself but he couldn't. He crawled out of the sheets and got on all fours and started pounding on his mattress with his fists.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley's eyes went to the stairs after hearing the scream. She looked back to Brax for a quick moment before she got to her feet bounding up the stairs to the room where John was sleeping in. She wasn't hesitant to run into the room, and seeing their fearless leader breaking down like this broke her heart. Sighing, she sat down next to him, placing a hand between his wings, slowly rubbing a small circle to try and soothe him. "You don't have to tell me what this is about," she said, "all you need to do is let it out," she added. Harley pulled the broken boy up onto his feet to sit upright on the bed, not getting too close to him, but also not so far away so that he felt alone either. Harley just sat there silently rubbing circles in between the boys wings hoping that it was helping in some way.

 

[PenBlade1326]

John's loud shouts made Brax flinch downstairs, but didn't wake him up. Back in New Genesis, people screamed every night...sadly, he had grown used to screams in the night. He turned his head on the pillow of the couch and adjusted his exhausted body under the blanket Harley placed over him. His still-wet hair was messy and going in all directions as he slept.


He wasn't having a nightmare...or a dreamy dream...it was different. He was in an all-black room. He was standing in the middle of it, a light shining down on him. He heard John's voice, as well as Ian's, Harley's Danny's and Tony's. All of the, whispering things he couldn't understand. Their voices sounded distorted, demonic and...disturbing. His parents stood in front of him. Brax gulped. His father was pooping his knuckles, ready to beat him...and his mother gave him this shameful look. At the same time, they blurted out, "We hate you. You are sno child of ours...may the angels at New Genesis purify your soul."


He was in disbelief...angels? Sure, this is a dream...but angels? Brax wasn't clear on whether or not his parents even knew what New Genesis was. Did they think it was like...a straight camp? Surely they didn't hate his bisexuality that mu--.......nevermind. They did. He turned in his sleep, his body still limp and barely moving. He just needed a good rest...hopefully things would be okay in the morning.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan was embarrassed by his outburst and he was ashamed when Harley came in to check on him. Sure he was in tears, sure bad memories of the past and present had been combined in a nightmare but he hated what it had done to him. He hated crying. It made him feel weak and useless. He was angry at himself for letting him be like this in front of Harley but he didn't pull away. He needed to be comforted and he knew that.


"H...h...how's Brax?" Jonathan asked between sobs.


(Sorry for the short post)

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax looked dead in his sleep. He was far from dying, sure enough, but he felt like...well, death. He tossed and turned on the couch under the blanket, his strong sense of characters being replaced by a pitiful soul. His hand fell to the side of the couch, dangling there. The expression on his face was lifeless, exhausted, and dark. His knuckles that were visible on the exposed hand weren't bloody, but bruised and cut. He breathed slowly, his chest rising up and going down.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"He's okay," Harley told him, her voice quiet. She let out a sigh before she continued to talk, "Poor guy knocked himself out from working too much. I got him inside though. He's just sleeping now." Harley felt bad, since they got to this damn house the team has seemed to fall apart. John was breaking down, and allowing himself to cry in front of her, Brax beating himself up, Ian running head first into his problems. Almost like all three of them switched personalities. Ian was now Brax, Brax was now John and John was Ian. God the whole situation was a mess.


Ian however, was not Ian; he was given the name Weapon X. Everything from who he was was gone, he was only Weapon X. The real Ian was trapped somewhere within himself, screaming to get out. He remembered 'escaping' with his 'friends' and how it was all just a ploy to gain their trust, so when the time was right he could lead his Tackers and attack. Being captured and having Brax watch was the perfect way for them to become vulnerable. Just wait about a week, throw him back a week later with a few bruises and scratches, sweaty and bloody, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats leaving his chest pale, bare and bloody to make them believe he was tortured, have him crying and screaming bloody murder; that's when the situation would turn around, and his Trackers would pounce. All in time though...

 

[PenBlade1326]

More visions clouded Brax's mind in his sleep...he kept reliving the previous fight with the Trackers when they got Ian. He tossed and turned on the couch, reliving every cry, every punch, and every wave of his staff. He could feel the claws being sunk into his skin again...he shivered in his sleep. Sweating, even. He winced slightly but constantly, pitifully. He was fighting in his mind, and losing every time...


(Sorry it's short)

 

[wonderboy1234]

"Ok. Thank you Harley," Jonathan said wiping a stream of tears off his cheek. He got up off the bed and stared out the window into the night sky. She sat on the bed for a few moments before she finally got up and left, realizing she'd done the best she could. Jonathan stared out the window for a long time tears still fell from his eyes and onto his cheeks. After a while he stopped wiping them away. He didn't see the point anymore. He was strong and he thought he needed to be strong all the time. Thinking that was wrong. Everyone needed and deserved to fall apart sometimes. Nothing was wrong with that as long as you got your shit back together after. He wasn't weak and the whole team new that.


Eventually he stopped staring out the window and sat back at the desk and turned on the old computer there. He cringed at his desktop background. It was a picture of him and Dan, Jonathan was straddling Dan's lap. Jonathan's shirt was off and he was leaning forward. He was kissing Dan and Dan was kissing back.


His breath's quickened and he became short of breath. He opened up the closest program on the desktop and got up turning the computer screen around to face the back wall, he didn't even want to look at the damn thing. He was ashamed at what he'd done with Dan. What he'd allowed Dan to do to him but in the beginning he actually thought he was in love with Dan. The thought of him loving Dan the same way he now thought he loved Brax repulsed him. It made him feel less than human, like the monster he truly was. He sat cross legged on the bed. He didn't remember falling asleep but the sun woke him up the next morning shining through the window.

 

[PenBlade1326]

The bright light coming from the window shined in Brax's eyes on the couch. The sun was up, starting s bright and beautiful morning. But the beauty died after realizing they're in a house owned by a murdered pedophile...and are on the run...and Ian's been captured...and Brax himself is injured...shit. Brax groaned from the pain of his now-sore muscles on his arms as he rose up. He wasn't a muscly guy, he was kind of average, really. But his arms felt like they were on fire, his legs too, and the wounds on his stomach. All that training and self-discipline really caught up with him...


He arose and stretch his sore arms as best he could, yawning. His head rang, followed by an ache. Though, in his mind, it was nothing compared to what Ian must have been going through as New Genesis. Brax had always been the soldier of the group...he needed to prove himself worthy of that title again. He didn't want to feel like the failure he was. He started to get up off of the couch, his shirt off and bandages wrapped around him. 
(at least the night that stretched out about 4 weeks is finally over, lol. Sorry, can't find the OOC)

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley had fallen back asleep in the kitchen, sleep deprivation was a terrible terrible thing. Her head laid on top of her arms on the table. Her hair like a black lake flowing around her head. Her neck was going to be knotted up and cramped by the time she woke up, which by the looks of it wasn't going to be anytime soon. Harley wasn't a heavy sleeper, it was just the fact that see deprived herself of the luxury for the longest tome, well, it got to a person.


Ian, of course didn't sleep, having a few tests done, blood work, and a little injection of god knows what. From the lab he went directly to the training room where they worked him and tortured him until he could shoot straight; having a bleeding lash of a whip each time he missed. Needless to say, his back would be scared for a long time. They were already aware of his skills with daggers and did nothing more to improve. However hand to hand combat was what wore him out completely. Being beat up by each tracker known to New Genesis was something he was not a fan of. Now with him toughened up only slightly, they let him be. Instead of geeing to his cell, with his new tracker mind, it allowed him the luxury of a real room, with a real bed. And that is exactly where he was, in bed; fast asleep until training would start once more.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax was in pain while walking, sore all over and his wounds still burning like Hell fire. He passed a sleeping Harley in the kitchen. He was quiet, not wanting to wake her. Brax's stomach was calling, he needed to eat something. This was one of the smaller things he hated about being infused with shark DNA...or any animal DNA....food was more of a priority than anything. He hated it. He began searching through the kitchen, hoping to find something to cook for breakfast. He wasn't a bad cook, usually he made good stuff...given the right supplies.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Tony was huddled against the wall, his wolf ears flattened against his head. He couldn't sleep, didn't want to risk the nightmares, and risk waking the others. Instead he looked up at Brax curiously, and sighed softly, wondering how he could be hungry. Tony sighed, curling his knees to his chest and putting his head in his hands

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan got up off the bed and raised up his arms to stretch. He cracked his neck and knuckles and wandered over to his old dresser. He hadn't grown much at all since he ran away from Dan so most of the clothes in his dresser and closet would most likely still fit. That was one of the only advantages to being here, he was tired of wearing the same two pairs of dirty skinny jeans and the few t-shirts he had in his duffle.


Jonathan threw on a clean pair of black athletic shorts from the drawer and headed downstairs to check on the others, especially Brax.


Jonathan headed down the stairs and saw Brax in the kitchen looking for ingredients for breakfast. He looked like shit, he honestly shouldn't be up. Brax was hurt too much but what could Jonathan do, he was stubborn.


Sitting up against the wall was Tony. He looked exhausted. His ears where flat against his head meaning he was in pain or bothered by something (knowing what the group had gone through it was probably both.).


Jonathan saw Harley sleeping on the counter and he debated on whether or not to wake her. John decided not to, instead he headed over next to Brax and got as close as he could, their shoulders touched.


"How you feeling?" Jonathan asked placing a protective hand on the middle of Brax's back.


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[PenBlade1326]

Brax held back a wince, his back was killing him. "I feel like death...having two sets of Tracker claws dig into my stomach isn't a walk in the park." Brax said, honestly. "But...I'm still moving." He was still in his damp jeans from last night...that pair of pants and the shirt laying on the couch were his only clothes. Brax continued looking through the cabinets in Dan's kitchen for something to make a decent breakfast with. Nothing but meat, buts, a few expired items and....edible underwear. Ew...why keep those in the cabinets? Brax thought, holding back a shudder. Brax gave up his search and hopped up on the counter, a few feet away from Harley as she slept. He was quiet in doing so, he didn't wake her. Good...she needed to rest.


"How you feeling? And how are the others?" Brax asked John. He observed him, John looked tired, like he'd been crying last night. But over what? He was also wearing new clothes....this was his old home...maybe there were more clothes. Brax figured they could all possibly borrow something, but it wasn't a big concern. 
Brax placed a hand upon his stomach over the bloody bandages, wounds aching.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan saw the pain on Brax's face and pulled up a stool from behind the counter. He carefully say Brax down.


"Slow down hot shot. You're still pretty broken," Jonathan said,"I'm doing ok. This place is bringing back more bad memories than good ones. I'm glad you and the others are here for me."


He pointed at Harley,"That gurl sleeping right now came in to check on my after you nodded off, without you and the others I'd probably be in bad shape. Now, don't worry about lil'ol me. I'll be ok. You need to rest. I'll make breakfast."


Jonathan hugged Brax lightly and kissed his forehead before going over to the fridge. The fridge's contents hadn't really changed much. Dan still bought the same old crap as always.


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[PenBlade1326]

Brax sighed. He felt absolutely useless like this. He was hurt, still tired somehow, and sore. Brax was the soldier...a shark at heart, and in mutated genetics. Wait...why's John kissing on me all the time? Oh....yeah, that's right...He thought to himself, remembering what John had told him the night before. Brax glanced at John as he scattered about the kitchen, then turned his glance to the sleeping Harley. His mind drifted off into thought about Harley and John, as well as Tony and Danny. Then Ian popped in his mind...the boy he failed to save.


He shuddered when remembering what happened. He needed to get his mind off of it. Brax silently observed John as he rummaged through the fridge, wishing he could be of more help. Brax hated just sitting there, knowing he could do something...whether it be breakfast-related, or saving-Ian-related.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan found a carton of eggs, some milk, butter, and shredded cheese. He was going to make the group some scrambled eggs. He put his ingredients on the counter and grabbed a pan from the cupboard. He turned on one of the stove burners and went to work.


After about fifteen minutes and half a carton of eggs he was done. He found the plates in their usual spot and he set the table (for everyone but himself). He took the pan and scraped a little egg onto everyone's plate. He knew everyone would get up and eat the food eventually so he left if. He went upstairs, away from everybody else. He went to his room and retrieved one of the favorite books he had on his shelf. The book was "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Anderson. It wasn't the happy Disney version. It was the sad one where Marina doesn't get the prince and ends up killing herself and turning into seafoam. Jonathan opened up the book at a random place and started to read from the page. He was reading the part where the sea-witch gives Marina her legs.


The sea-witch says,"Then your tail will divide and shrink until it becomes what the people on earth call a pair of shapely legs. But it will hurt; it will feel as if a sharp sword slashed through you. Everyone who sees you will say that you are the most graceful human being they have ever laid eyes on, for you will keep your gliding movement and no dancer will be able to tread as lightly as you. But every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?"


Jonathan started to tear up again. The last line reminded him of how Brax would probably never feel the same way about him. He would suffer forever to feel Brax's warm embrace for just a measly moment. John new it was ridiculous that would never happen. He remembered New Genesis and how he had comforter Brax through the cell bars. It was always him comforting Brax. Brax had never comforted him. John was happy that Harley had comforted him last night but in reality he wished Brax hadn't gotten hurt so bad so he could have been the one to do it.


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[PenBlade1326]

Brax quickly scarfed down half the eggs John made after he went upstairs. Normally, Brax cooked for the group, but it was a nice that someone else had did it for once...he liked having a break, even though he had been stabbed by two sets of claws the previous night. He set another plate by Harley's (@Hi Im Red ) head on the counter. He shook her gently to wake her. "Hey, get up...there's fooooood." He said, singing the word "food." Brax then set out the plates nearby the others as they slept so they'd have it right in front of them for when they got up. Brax noticed John only made enough for the others. He had only eaten half of his food, so he decided to take the rest up to John, he needed his strength, too. Brax took the plate half-full of eggs and slowly walked up the stairs to John's room, sensing his EM signature through the door, which saved him form knocking on all the doors. He peered his eyes around the door and saw John sitting in there, holding "The Little Mermaid" in hand. He let himself in and set the plate on the bed. "Eat up, you need it." He said softly before backing out into the hallway. He closed the door after walking out, and proceeded to the bathroom. Brax splashed his face with the water in the sink, rinsing away the stress of last night and the dirt and dried blood. He sighed at the sight of his own face...so tired, wearing this look of hope for Ian when he wanted to give up. Brax shook off the thoughts and dried his face, walking out of the bathroom and passing John's door. He hoped John would eat...he'd need his strength for the day ahead.

 

[Hi Im Red]

It took a moment, but Harley did wake with a groan, she blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust before the scent of food caught her nose, she looked up at Bra with a small smile, "Thanks," she mumbled, her voice still laced thickly with sleep. She sat upright and stretched out her limbs before letting out a long yawn and looking down t the plate of food, she just hopped it tasted as good as it smelt. It's been a while since shes had a proper meal and right about now was the time to have one. The minute she finished yawning she started to clear her plate easily; it took much less than five minutes to finish off the breakfast that was made, and to throw the dirty dishes into the sink, she walked outside to get some fresh air, crossing her arms over her chest. The smell of Brax's blood from last night still lingered in the air, though no normal person would be able to smell it. It made her stomach churn, but she withstood it, she couldn't be cooped up all day.


((How long do y'all think I should wait to bring back Ian?))


Ian didn't sleep, why would he need to? With a few more tests done overnight, and a few more things injected into his body, he was right back to training. With each failed fight, ten lashes, each fight won, one lash. He was being molded and disciplined, also testing out his new strengths. Each main part that could be injured within a fight had been modified; quite successfully too, his back, abdomen, and thighs were now covered in thick brown snakeskin to keep from big injuries. However, the skin still broke with each lash, and it didn't stop the pain he felt with each one. His eyes shifted into a golden amber snake eyes, only at the smell of blood, and whenever he was tired, weak or hungry. His chipped fang had been fixed, and he never felt more ready to lead his trackers. But not yet, he still had skills to learn, and tests to be taken.