The neon lights lit up the room. The same annoying shade of faded blue that reminded Queen of her situation. A ratty apartment with stained wallpaper peeling off at the corners of the room. The crimson draven (Dragon person) was free for the first time in her life, staring at the tube tv she bought from a garage sale and drinking cheap beer from a gas station. The static filled images made it impossible to see what was happening but Queen didn't care. It was background noise for now. Still, she heard their taunting words.
You're going to miss us.
Why bother leaving when you're gonna come back when you realize how good we have it?
She scoffed and shot-gunned another beer before crushing the can in her hand. "Idiots, we were someone's toys." She threw the can on the stack off to the side of the rotting couch and stands up, stretching her arms in the air. She wore a simple muscle shirt, no bra which allowed a small peak at her shapely breasts, worn down jeans and she often was barefoot since her talons ripped through shoes like they were wet toilet paper. Her violet hair, scarlet scales, green markings, and amber eyes with dark irises made for a beautiful spectacle to behold. Curved horns with organic gemstones adorned her head and various places on her body. Slender and beautiful by many accounts. She was the first to be approached at the brothel.
She picked up another beer before walking into the kitchen. On the counter was a makeshift chemistry lab. Haphazardly put together. She grabbed an old notebook laying next to it and began flipping through the pages to confirm her notes. Her eyes darted from the pages to the liquid bubbling on the burner.
It should be ready.
She thought to herself as she closed her notebook, laid it down, and turned off the flame. She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened up the voice recorder.
"Today is June 5
th
, 8: 54 p.m. I finally isolated the compound I discovered in the Ruedhilic (Roo Day Lick) flower. After days of dodging the landlord and that cunt he calls a daughter, I have distilled it into a liquid form. It still requires testing to see if my theory holds up." She placed the phone down and picked up a syringe to take a sample of the compound. The eerie yellowish fluid swirled around, having an almost enticing appearance to it. "All I need is the proper test subject."
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"McDale! Open up! You're late with your rent!" Queen's ear twitched at the sound of the landlord's daughter at the door. An evil smirk crawled across her cheeks.
"Ask and ye shall receive." She hid the syringe to avoid it being seen when she went over to the door, peering through the peephole to gaze at the lavishing brunette standing in the hallway. Racheal was a young woman with an ample bust size that made Queen seem flat by comparison and some child-bearing hips that made men call her mommy. Her jet-black hair shimmered in the light while her leggings and T-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination. It had Queen licking her lips before she opened the door and hid the syringe behind her back. "Racheal, I wasn't expecting you for a few more days."
"Shut up!" Racheal snapped, crossing her arms and leaning cocking her hips to the side. "I just came by to let you know that Dad passed away last week and I'll be taken over as your new landlord." The woman grinned, leaning closer to Queen. "And I know you've been up to something. We've had several reports of odd smells coming from your apartment."
"Odd smells?" Queen replied with a sly remark. "are you sure it's not the fact your old man barely any effort to care for this building or any of his properties?" Racheal pointed a finger in Queen's face, shutting her up quick. The woman wasn't about to stand there and tolerate any disrespect towards her late father. As well as the fact she always suspected Queen was up to something.
"One more word and I'll the have cops break this door in." She stopped and started sniffing the air. Her face twisted up in disgust and covered her nose with her shirt. "Oh, God! What the fuck is that stench?"
"Oh, that?" She played koi and looked at the kitchen. "just a little something I have cooking." Racheal had enough. She wasn't to stay here any longer. She quickly turned away with the promise the police would be paying Queen a visit. She had her chance while they were alone. Queen grabbed Racheal and jabbed the needle into her neck with a hand over her mouth. The solution flooded her veins while Queen fought to drag the woman into her apartment and took effect immediately, lulling Racheal into a slight haze while Queen placed her on the couch. Her body slumped over to the side while Queen looked at her panting heavily. "Damn, you're a hefty girl." Her head tilted to the side as she kneeled to the floor and brushed Racheal's hair behind her ear. "Racheal, can you hear me?" Racheal merely groaned, drooling on the couch cushion. "Racheal, I need you to speak. Tell me if you can hear me."
"Yes..." Queen smiled and nodded.
"Good, now I want you to listen to me. You're helping me with a small test. Something I think we can both benefit from if you help me out, okay? So, we'll start with a few rules. You will slowly wake up and accept the following: what I say goes. Meaning when I tell you something I expect you to listen. That means how you think, feel, or act will be determined by me. You will not say a word to anyone of what happens between us. That includes the police or doctors. Lastly, you will keep coming back to me when I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Racheal was now laying in a pool of her own drool. Queen was mildly concerned she could produce this much saliva, but it wasn't a pressing matter. She started to help Racheal regain her senses. The woman repeatedly blinked, pushing herself up on the couch and looking around before her eyes fell on Queen. The rage that came over her face would make even hardened soldier flinch as she jumped up to swing on Queen.
