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Omission of Mention - The Planet Masters Saga.

Ampavolt skipped happily into Xxaqz's Lab.
    "Caution! Now entering, Xxaqz' Lab" the female's voice, sounds panicked.
    Pandemonium! Workers running ramp-up all over the place.
    Nor be so moved by a chemical discovery that one drops one's flask upon the lab floor. Robots short circuiting. Items Stolen. Animals attacking. Networks rerouted. Some Employees are dead.
    "Freakin' unbelievable, one girl did all this!??" Xxaqz' is holding his head in bewilderment as the chaos takes a turn for the worse, Xxaqz' headed into his office and spoke into an intercom "We are experiancing technical difficulties. Please remove yourself from the vecinity, as we search for the problem"
    "Look out!!" One of the workers pointed at something that fell down and went boom "Quick, get it back up, hurry!!"
    Xxaqz made a disgruntled face, but remains calm "A reminder, in the event of a catastrophic meltdown don't panic, it won't help. Nothing at all would help, however panicking will help probabely the least"
    The worker came back and the alarms seemed to have stopped—Xxaqz is feeling good about it, The worker says "Are we all clear...? hohhh okay we're all clear, great, alright hit the red button" a bad sound is heard "NO NOT THAT BUTTON, NAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" The alarms are blaring and lights turn lighthouse red as the room rumbles with calamity and explosions.
    "¡Ai Cabron! Quick! cool off the Reversium rods. Patch up those circut boards. Round up those animals! and you, mental midget, get off your ass and help me!!" Everything has gone south very quickly, Xxaqz needs to fix everything and needs help to finish this quickly, but some workers are afraid to move. Xxaqz skidded to a halt in front of his wide screen computer moniter "Oh no you don't!" His computer has a Trojen Horse virus in it (not really IN it but digitally, he can sense it) "Keep that robot under controll, I think I found the source of the disburbance" Xxaqz unwhines part of his hands so he can work his keyboard five times as fast. Xxaqz is having trouble finding the virus, he bangs the keyboard "ARRGGG, Where are you you sneaky bastard...!?! ah-ha! so that's where you've been hiding" he did a quick succession of code and scanning, but it isn't working "Pretentious little cusses aren't you...? there is only one chance" he unwounds much further and went into his gasous form. He phased into his computer, he appeared onscreen went and dived into M: Drive. Some sort of static glob shot out of it and two more followed as well, It appears as if Xxaqz has kicked them out of the Memory Core. The viruses seem to fight back but Xxaqz has had eternity of fighting skills to not become a pushover.
    Xxaqz has pummeled the virus code into a matrixal pulp, he then stuffed them into the recycling bin. The alarms has receded. Xxaqz has phased out of his computer "well that's enough of that, I need you to check for any extensive damage in the mech hanger. And I need you to check the armory 'Weapons 12' okay? good..." he wipes away oily sweat from his brow, and rubs the back of his neck then turns. Ampavolt is sitting idling by the door, he seems to be in a state of confusion as he is far too roung to understand what just happened. Xxaqz sighs. Ampavolt caught himself staring and looks nervous.
    Xxaqz walks up to Ampavolt "it looks like it's time to teach you everything you need to know, follow me" he follows him out the lab. When they are outside the building he finally spoke "I've managed to track the location of the virus. It began in Genocide City. As much as I want to ignore the fact that it's in Genocide City, the virus has been siphoning important documents, I need your help to delete those files before they're read. Come on" they enter the Kinetic Forest.
    Leaves swirled and crunched beneath their feet. The cool grass brushed against his toes and taller stems curled around their ankles. Cool blue moonlight illuminated the ground in soft luminescent puddles. Fauns and Woodland creaturs danced silently, skipping through the trees in beautiful yet complex patterns. The night seemed alive with creatures of all kinds. Small rabbits chased each other merrily, while deer scurried around looking for food. Ampavolt lifted his gaze, and beheald tall trees surrounded him, like silent watchmen. They stood surely watching for any evil that may still dwell in the forests and mountains. Their branches curved upwards in divine swoops as if to greet the pale blue moon. It seemed as though heaven had reached down and gently touched Uetkos with its divine magic. All was calm, all was right. Except for Walker interrupting their night time stroll.
    "Hooooo!!!!" He says in a high-pitched voice.
    "What do you want Walker? We are in the middle of discussing nature" Xxaqz is not in the mood for Walker's crazy antics.
    "I'm suppose to follow you, I've read the story and this is th-"
    "What story!?" Xxaqz interrupts.
    "Oops, I probably shouldn't have said that"
    "Huh" Xxaqz is puzzled "Well, whatever. Me and Ampavolt are heading to Genocide City"
    Walker is reclined while floating in the air following Xxaqz and Ampavolt "Oooh what a coincidence, I was heading there too!"
    Something is telling me that this was no coincidence Xxaqz thinks. "(Oh, man. I freaking hate stickmen)" he mumbled.
    "Before we go I need to bring Dangor his sword" Walker unsheaths the sword.
    "Why?" Ampavolt says.
    "Oh, you'll see" Walker hoisters the sword, with a bigger grin then normal......

*. . .*

"...lo101ol N][tro, u n00b, uvA t00k a (cr4p7:haha i B@5H+ y0|_| goo0td oolololol9o0PODsfhjj N][tro roflmfaoolshif #24z -03z p0|n7 -.-;l0lol pØwn'd!!. nd adm N][tro, f017r8|3h ^o^/ g13t*+qey poyo! sO d0n'7 sl323-0 int4w mei |3se teh omgwtfbbq fraCka||ama, s|_|bw4iebiznatchlooolooooow00000000t ep1c p4wnage" Walker is using 1337 5p34k, into his phone while he reclines in his office chair talking with his friend, N][tro (Pronounced as 'Nitro')
    "Sir, we got a problem!" during his phone conversation with N][tro, an employee interrupts him.
    Walker squints, and grits his teeth in annoyance "ò.ó 15h0|_D ()|| N][tro, 50[']E n00b w4/-lk3|) 1n oN //e. !`1l ca11 y0|_| B@(k L4+3r" He puts down the phone and speaks normally "aNY REASONS WHY YOU INTERRUPTED MY CONVERSATION??" sort of.
    The employee is frightened "uh.. w-w-well, uhh... ...erm..."
    "wELL? dO i HAVE TO GET THE CROBA-... Whoops! I had the caps lock on, my bad. Well what is it?"
    "uhh... okay, um... well i-it's about your b-brother Baker-
    "Yeah? what about that slob?" Walker interrupts him!
    "He hasn't shown up for work! Godspeed that magnificent bastard"
    "That doesn't surprise me... Wait a minute. Last week?, he went somewhere. I meant to investigate where he was going, but I must've gotten bored" he stands up "Well, looks as if it's time for me to rescue my brother, I'm on my way! Oh boy, action at last!!" He climbs up onto an open window, before he jumped he replied "Before I go, please hold my calls. And if N][tro calls, tell him I'll be in Genocide City. I'm out" he jumps out the window, and by 'jumps out the window' I mean that he walking up the building toward the rooftops. Standing tall on the edge with arms crossed.
    After about a minute he looks directly at you "Hi, I'm Walker Narrow, and I just had a Red Bull. Today I will tell you how Baker gets hypnotized and Xxaqz trains Ampavolt how to fight. Dangor gets poisoned after meeting his old girlfriend. You will get to see me interrupt Torque Magnus's fight with Dangor and how he... you know what, I'm getting ahead of myself, I know how this story is going to end and I shouldn't ruin the plot (The story is about Dangor, me and Xxaqz are just a plot device to get us involved as well as introducing new characters) I should wait until Xxaqz arrives in Genocide Ci... Whoops! I did it again!!" Walker scratches his head and laughs as he looks out with a harden gaze.
    "Alright looks like it's my cue" he cracks his knuckles above his head and stretches, he yawns then looks at you "Shall we?" and smiles. He flies off towards them.

*. . .*

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of chained forms, woke the sleeping dragon.
    "Moo... erm, I means. Gwoaaar! (yeah dat's da one) Ugh! ugh! ugh!" he coughs. His peripheral is blurred and foggy, he allowed the shapes to come into focus: Children passed tied together by ropes and chains, tears abashed, stumbling in dull exhaustion. Then the women, hair uncombed, bodies gritted with sand, and sagging in defeat. The men, muscles without memory, minds dimmed, plodding, leaving bloodied footprints in the dirt. The quiet was awful. None of them cried, or yelled, or bellowed. No moans came from them. They lived in mute territory, dead to feeling and protest, and rawboned from malnourish. These were the legions, sold by sisters, stolen by brothers, bought by strangers, enslaved by the greedy, and betrayed from history.
    For a long time, Dangor sat as an open-aired prison camp, watching a new troop of tragic prisoners entered and/or exited. Those were the creatures that awakened Dangor from his slumber.
    Dangor tried too stand up but but couldn't move "eh?" He looked around, Dangor is being restrained onto a dissection table, his upper body is naked, he struggled to break the clamps on his wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, kneecaps, and waist. His body gave out, a migrain begins to flare up, it felt like his head is falling to pieces, he moans with intense pain "aaaagh. Hoo boy! Whatta headache! Holy shit, dis is like bein' drunk and hung-over all at once. Ugh!" he awkwardly grabbed his bearings and uneasily, he is able to some the figures; Dangor tried to focus, but his vision appeared milky. "Where the fuck am I?" Dangor says to no one in particular.
    "Huh?" The table has began to tilt into a vertical position, Dangor realised that the prison camp he was looking at was a huge window overlooking a balcony, he sees someone in the dark, a mysterious figure closed the balcony door and drew down the curtains. Dangor had another migrain "ack—ugh! ugh!, your killin' me here"
    "So. Dangor. you've finally wakened" said a familiar voice. His back is facing Dangor and his hands behind his back as well, it also looks like he has a pair of wings.
    Dangor could not see him very well, because the figure closed the curtains, his vision is also obscured and all he can see is a silhouette "Who da hell are you?"
    "Why, Dangor, don't you recognized me?" The figure took a step forward.
    Dangor recognized him instantly "L.A.! Where have you been? You were missing for months! I have almost given up the search" Dangor looks elated.
    The animal known as L.A. is a white pegasus, in a business suit, he has on glasses, a fedora, and a pocket watch.
    "Yo L.A., whut am I doing here? and where did you disappeared to?" Dangor said. L.A. removed his hat, revealing a light blue-grey mane. He took off his business suit, under it he wore a casual vest, he put both on a nearby chair. He moved closer.
    L.A. is within arms-length from Dangor. "What the hell are you doing?" L.A. appears to have gloves on and a doctor's mask around his neck, behind him he wheeled out a utility cart with a pall ontop of it.
    L.A. bent down, Dangor didn't see what he was doing "It's time my friend" L.A. pulls the rim of his rubber gloves and lets go with a snapping sound. "You apparently have a disease that is going to rot you from the inside out" L.A. picked up a clipboard "You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis"
    "Whut da fu...? IN ENGLISH PALLY!!" Dangor yelled.
    "You have Lung disease, that is slowly spreading all over your body, from your smoking"
    "Tell me sometin' I's don't know" He sassed.
    "I'm going to slowly kill you while I harvest your organs and bone marrow for the medical reasons. This will kill you"
    Dangors eyes widen, his face contorted in fear. Then he then started to laugh "WAH-hahahaa! Woo, really got me dere, L.A. I mean, trickin' me in to tinking I'm gonna get gutted by my best friend. I gotta tell yah, dis the best prank yet. You win, youse always know how ta get revenge on me" he continues to laugh.
    L.A. softly chuckled "Good show, my dear friend. But I'm afraid this isn't one of my fine levities as usual, so I can't accept your praise"
    Dangor begins to struggle some more "L.A., come on, dis isn't funny!"
    "Then why were you laughing my dear friend?" L.A. pushed up his glasses, he seized the pall and whipped it off the cart. The top of the cart carried a large metal tray containing various sharp medical instruments and knives carefully organized in a neat row and ready to use. There was also medicine bag and several other objects under the cart, that is when L.A. bent down once again and put the soft medicinal bag next the tray.
    Dangor was now in a state of panic. He is starting to feel nauseous. His mind was racing and he tried to reason with the white pegasus "You can't do dis L.A.! I'm your best friend!"
    "I know you are, my dear friend. Which is why it pains me to see you go, but I'm also happy that I get a chance to learn more about dragon anatomy. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me my friend" He is tearing up a little.
    "B-B-But, Fatalle will wonder where I am. He'll send da mob to come look for me and den you'll get found out!" Dangor was desperate and mad.
    "Oh, Dangor" L.A. said "Do not worry about that, there are plenty of dragons out there that look exactly like you. They would imitate you for a while. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?" L.A. open the medicinal bag and took out a fluid, he picked up a scalpel and a skinning knife, coated both in the fluid. He then picked up a spray bottle, he walked closer to Dangor's side.
    "Ah, hell, no!" Dangor inhaled deeply preparing to spew flames, but he ended up coughing out black smoke. L.A. was caught in the cloud, he flapped his wings with a gust of wind. "Oh good, the drug is still working" L.A. sprayed Dangor all over, and without any flair, he placed the skinning blade an inch above his scales and proceeded by removing his scaley armor. Dangor's eyes widen in awe "How did you...?" he whispered, his lungs working overtime. L.A. picked up the pace and began to remove Dangor's scales at incredible speeds.
    "Dear me, you appear to be naked!" L.A. chimed. Dangor was flushed with anger and slight embarressment. L.A. put down his skinning knife, he then quickly sliced straight down on Dangor's chest down to the bottom of his belly with the scalpel, he shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away. But the braces held him still; his strength can't break these locks.
    L.A. picked up his clipboard and wrote down his observation, "Subject appears to take damage after removing his scaley armor... Subjects blood, is purple in color" L.A. waited a couple of minutes, Dangors cut healed up fast "The wound has sealed up in approximately..." He took out the pocket watch, flicked it open and quickly replaced back into his vest pocket, "14 minutes" L.A. went back to his medicinal bag and took out a test tube, he filled it with Dangor's left over blood. "Blood sample, being taken for further study (possibly for Project: Tantamount)"
    "Mm-hm" L.A. frowned slightly after observing the sample closely with a microscope, "Fascinating" he recorded his findings to the clipboard, L.A. went back to his medical bag and took out a syringe and a little bottle, L.A. absorbed about 15cc of the contents into the syringe. He flicked the needle to remove air bubbles.
    Dangor isn't liking where this is going. As L.A. got closer, Dangor uses his snout to bop him on the top of his head, then smacked his cheek with his snout. L.A. stepped back, and he tried again, Dangor lunged forward a little and tried to bite him. L.A. saw this and quickly stood back, he didn't look peturbed. He clasped Dangor's neck and restrained his mouth with a muzzle. L.A. smirked, he moved closer to inject him with a drug. Dangor then sprouted out his wings and uses them to smack the syringe out of his hand. It skittered to the other side of the room.
    "So, we're going to play this game?" L.A. went back to his tray and picked up his bonesaw and coated it in the fluid as well. "Hope you don't mind, but, I'll be amputating your wings to prevent you from prolonging the inevitable" L.A. laughed. He was about to grabbed the left one, but Dangor retracted his wings back inside him. L.A. is beginning to get annoyed, he threw the saw down the table with such force "Now now" He went back to his tray and took out from under the cart a pair of jumper cables and a small portable generator. He turned on the generator, and put both cables together to emit a spark, he got closer to Dangor "Resistence is futile" L.A. brought down the cables onto Dangors chest. BZZZzzzt!! He spazzed out and his wings sprouted out on impulse. Dangor is barely conscious. L.A. then, stretch out his left wing out, "Wingspan is..." he measured the wing, and weighed it. L.A. did a few calculations in his head "5.02 ft. long, 2.74 ft. wide, and 1.83 In. thick... each wing weighs about 29 lbs." He recorded it all down to his clipboard, he picked up the bonesaw, and brought it down at the base and begins to saw through. Instantly, Dangor screamed and thrashed his appendage. The movement threw off L.A.'s aim. He tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice down Dangor's back.
    "Dangor, please refrain from thrashing about or I'll continue to astray"
    He took another whack and hit the target. He swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, Dangor grounded his teeth as he painfully watched as L.A. saw his wing off. L.A. realized he wasn't getting anywhere. The blade just wasn't going through the bone.
    "Hmm, I presume they forgotton to sharpen it. I'll get another one" He stated as he placed the bonesaw down. L.A. took another bonesaw out, this one was more square in shape and has more angular edges with jagged teeth "Check this out, my new toy" L.A. placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and scales. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding and biting into him made Dangor want to vomit, and since he heals faster than ordinary dragons, it seems to last longer. He watched helplessly as his wing flew over his head and land with a smack on the table. L.A. moved the next, Dangor spewed smoke into L.A.'s face to prevent him from amputating his only wing. He is getting mad, and took a butcher knife from the tray, the knife in question is 13 in. long, L.A. stabbed Dangor in the gut, he cringed. "Don't make this any difficult than it already is" L.A. warned, Dangor continued to blow smoke into his face. L.A. raised an eyebrow, he then breathed ice onto the butcher knife and plunged it into Dangor again, this time Dangor eyes widen further and gasped. The muzzle around his snout broke apart when he gasped "Didn't I just tell you?" L.A. then started sawing. Dangor didn't struggle this time; he'd given up trying to fight and twitched. Then the sawing abruptly paused. L.A. was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
    "Let's test your strength, prepare yourself" L.A. said.
    Suddenly, he yanked the wing as hard as he could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dangor's side to his leg. The unexpected trauma caused his body to seize. He vomited onto the floor as he felt his stomach tense up. Dangor's loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. L.A. looked into Dangor's betrayed eyes, he was unable to catch his breath, he blacked out.
    He awoke with a gasp. The stench of gastric acid filled his nostrils. He saw an annoyed L.A. removing a second syringe filled with what appears to be adrenaline—from the table stood a tall bottle—from his chest above his heart. L.A. lashed out and struck Dangor with his fist "Please abstain from escaping consciousness! I want you to see this, now to remove your internal organs"
    Dangor is bleeding heavily from his wings being torn off. L.A. picked up the syringe that skittered to the otherside of the room "Hope you wouldn't mind that it is dirty" he then injected Dangor with the syringe filled with a silver liquid. He pushed the plunger, and Dangor convulsed. His veins glowed silver and then he stopped "This serum is made with Ironic-Silver, it will prevent your healing factor from closing off your wounds... in 3 minutes" He then took the scalpel and quickly excised the incision he made a while ago. He then placed back his scalpel and put both hands on to the cut and pulled sideways, Dangor's ribs are showing while he is bleeding out. L.A. took his new bonesaw and then sawed part of his ribs, he then put his hands on his ribcage, yanked it from side to side and pulled with all his might. Dangor's bloodcurdling scream echoed around the building, seemingly for miles.
    L.A. pinched Dangor's cheek, his eyes were wider then it has ever been, L.A. scoffed "Oh, don't be such a baby" he lets go "Ribs grow back" He went back to his tray and placed Dangor's ribcage onto the tray, he whispered to himself "(No they don't)" L.A. then placed his surgical mask over his face. He then took his scalpel and proceeded to remove Dangor's vital organs. He can feel every connective nerve endings being snapped, his opened chest burned with pain as air touched his bare bones and organs. While L.A. removed Dangor's liver, kidneys, stomach, lungs, his flame chamber, and intestines he continues to record his finding onto the clipboard. He empties out the fluids inside the organs, then places them into a cooler for further study.
    L.A. stopped just as he was about to cut out his heart, he sees Dangor silently watching him removing his entrails with clenched teeth and pupils shrunk with a look of betrayl. L.A. then leaned on Dangor's body, he gasped when he feels L.A.'s weight on his bare chest "Perhaps you are wondering how you survived for this long, of course the removel of internal organs proved to be fatal to those not strong-willed. Remember the serum I gave you? It is a special mixture I concocted for Fatalle, this will prevent you from healing of course, but it also increases the sensativity to your nerves because of how poisonous Ironic-Silver is and it keeps you alive for two hours..." He took out his pocket watch, he stole glance down to his watch "It's been one hour and fifty-three minutes, this was fun and all. But it is time for your leave my dear friend" L.A. removed Dangor's heart and puts it in the cooler with the rest of them.
    Dangor could already feel his life slowly ebb away, his vision grew cloudy. L.A. is already packing up "Time for my leave, bye" WOOOOOOOOSH!!!
    Just then, a gust of wind opened the window with such force that L.A. dropped the cooler and his notes "Woah! What is that!" L.A. is surprised.
    "You make one good looking facsimile, but no one can replace me as easily as you can, that I am facsinated by how I'm looking at a mirror. But mostly pissed that you dare perform surgery using my face!"
    L.A. stood up and saw another L.A. across the room with a gun at hand. False L.A. begins to cower, he can't leave because he left the cooler and his notes on the other side of him.
    "Keep still," The real L.A. growled.
    "Look!" The false L.A. spread his hands to his face "We can make a deal, don't shoot!"
    "Demona chose well. But you're no surgeon"
    "Let me go. I'll tell him. Explain everything!"
    "Oh, I don't think so" The trigger trembled.
    "I swear...!"
    "Too late," L.A. said, and fired.
    The false L.A. crashed back onto the floor with a speed that made Dangor croak.
    L.A. came up and stood gazing down "I should have killed him," he said.
    The bullet had struck the False L.A.'s shoulder; it hung broken, and the impact had knocked him senseless. The false L.A. morphed back into his basic form, it appears as a very shiny robot.
    Dangor couldn't believe his fading eyes who that robot is, L.A. quickly ran to his side "I'll explain later, right now I have to quickly patch you up" He grabbed the cooler and his tools with such speed only the real L.A. can do. He is in his medical garb.
    Dangor tried to say something, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle.
    "Don't try to speak, you need your strength" was all Dangor heard, before he black out.

Dangor woke up with a groan. The room he is in, is in complete darkness. He appears to be lying in a stretcher, as it's the only thing other then the dissection table—which is dried with Dangor's blood and vomit—he can rest in.
    He appears to be connected to an IV, Dangor stood up. He finds his shirt and jacket on a chair in a corner. He can still feel his organs empty and very cold from being in the cooler for far too long. The pain he felt was nothing he ever experianced in his life, and he'd wish it would be his last, he stood up, he found a mirror and saw dark circles under his eyes and his face looks gaunt and pale, he still sees the stitches on his chest under his bandages. He placed an arm on his chest, he soon regretted doing that, the pain is just as excrutiating as being cut open. Dangor just realised something, he slowly sprout his wings "Oh!" he cringed, he saw that his wings were back in place. A smile of relieve spread ear to ear as he took a staggered breath.
    Dangor felt incredibly weak, he slowly walked to his clothes and puts them on. A note fell out, he slowly bent down because it hurts to move.
    The note was written by L.A. "4:00 pm. I was just in time to save you, I heard your throat-ripping scream from the other side of the building. I managed to sew your vitals back in place, but you lost too much blood, I had to give you a transfusion with the blood I found in the medical bag, and please refrain from moving too much. After I finished, the fake disappeared. I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you to wake up, I was paid a visit by Walker telling me I should leave. But I had to go my friend, he said that I have something important I need to do, I hope you understand.    Much obliged, Librada-Auralio E. Pendelton" Dangor finished reading, he looked at his watch, 14:52 pm, it has been almost 11 hours since he blacked out. It looks like it's time to move. "ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!" it hurts Dangor everytime he coughs.
    He quietly escapes the horrid dungeon, and into a long dark hallway, which appears as a tunnel lit with torches.
    Dangor took from their sconces a flambeaux—some kind of weird looking torch. He stumbled through several suites of rooms with the same hospital feel as the room he was just in, and into the archway that leads to some vaults with equipment. Dangor passed down a long and tightly wounded staircase, somewhere deep within the recesses of his thick skull is requesting him to caution as he descended "Ugh! ugh! ugh!" he coughs again. Dangor came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together chilled to the bone with his barefeet on the damp ground of the catacombs, he flinched "ohhh! it's too cold down hea. Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!" Dangor doesn't like the cold and the coughs are getting worse.
    The gait of his body was unsteady, and the sweat eroded from his head and fell as he strode. Feeling very fatigued from the blood loss, and much ill then before from the serum still in his body and he walks more clumsily; He begins feeling nauseous and turns a sickly maroon color. He tripped and fell to the ground, he could barely right himself.
    The cave hall seems to go on forever. Dangor looks down his watch, 47 minutes has passed since he left the hospital chambers, he appears to notice something he did not expect to find "A pipe?" he said weakly "Whut ar pipes doin' ober tere?" Indeed there is some plumbing material in the middle of the hallway blocking his path, he bashes them out of his way—bad move, the exercise increased his nausea and he pulled some stiches. His breathing became labored and he is on the verge of vomiting again, this nausea is much more severe than what he's used to "Urp!" Trying not to ralph again, he wobblingly moves forward. He is at a dead end, more slurred then ever "Lük at bis hwît reb-wok, al ober da cabin vuls! Aagh! ugh! ugh! ugh!" (He meant to say: 'Look at this white web-work, all over the cavern walls' then coughs) Spider webs covered most of the hall, even the pathway and door. Dangor had to remove them, his cheeks are bloated and he swallows.
    Dangor finds a full length mirror after he removes the webs, he turned toward it. He looked into his own reflection. He still had dark circles around his eyes that were bloodshot as well, and his eyes look like two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication, his head is spinning harshly and his body is tilting. He looked at himself for a long time until he coughs out black-red smoke "Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh!! ugh!! ugh!!—ugh!! ugh!! Aagh!!!!"
    Dangor is finding it impossible to continue on for many minutes, until he finishes coughing. (The last one was the most excrutiating then the last, the pain amplified in his chest.)
    Dangor doesn't recover, his throat feels very hoarse and cut, and red smoke wisping out his nose (if Dangor is sick, instead of fire it is smoky ash. On most severe cases if it's black-red smoke: it's bloody smoke) He's trembling badly and he sits down. He notices writing on the mirror, written in a tongue that hasn't been spoken since 'the War of New Bloodbath II' Dangor is one of the only species of dragon who can read it and so does his best friend: L.A. the Pegasus.
    Speaking slowly, as purple blood dribbles the corner of his mouth "Ön meg fog halni. sőt, még azt nem áll szándékában riasztó meg feleslegesen, de akkor érdemes használni az összes megfelelő óvatossággal. A tervezetet a tűz védekezni az árnyékok." roughly translated: You are going to die. Indeed, had I no intention of alarming you unnecessarily; but you should use all proper caution. A draft of fire will defend against the shadows
    Next to the mirror he notices that there is two bottle of spirits imbedded in the wall. Here, he knocked off the neck of the bottle which he drew from the long rows of crevasses that lay upon with mold. He grew even weaker then before and trembling much farther. Dusty, he wipes away the grime, a label is presented with a look of age. Dangor reads the flagon "Médoc-L" He looks at it for a long time, he uncorks it and drowning blue liquid is found inside; he raised it to his lips with a heavy leer. He paused and nodded to the familiarly, knowing what he must do.
    The wine sparkled in his eyes and his nose smoking much less. His one fancy grew warm with the Médoc-L, his wounds began to heal slowly, the knot in his stomach eased and the pain in his head became dull. Dangor went through the door, this room is filled with bones and skeletons, he had to pass through the walls of piled bone, with cask and puncheons filled with severed limbs intermingling with old and new gore, that is in the most recesses of the catacombs. He paused again, and this time he made a bold decision to seize a limb above the elbow from one of these casks for a snack. Thinking that one of these might be fresh he crunches on a few with deep longing (His stomach has been emptied out, and it's been long since he's eaten) His teeth were stained with blood, he decides to wash it down with the rest of the wine.
    He emptied it at a breath of fire. His eyes flashed with a fierce glow. His wounds have completly healed. He flexed when a tingling sensation rocked his entire body. He laughed and threw the bottle upward with gesticulation he couln't understand why "I feels great! but still whoozy..." he removed his bandages and the stilt from his wings.
    And it is not from the wine he just drained; he continues to careen heavily to the left—but not feeling nauseous anymore and some of his strength was back, he feels much more vigor. He maintained his route in search of a way out. He passed through a range of low arches, descended into a low set of stairs, passed on ahead, and descended again. He arrived at a deep crypt, in which the decaying foulness of death filled the air; his flambeaux rather then a flame, glows like a beetle.
    At the most remote end of the crypt there appears to be a less spacious cache. Its' walls had been lined with remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Genocide City. Three sides of interest of the crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of bones, he percieved a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, width three, in height six or seven: in other words, a skeletal colomn. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
    He stepped unsteadily forward searching for the exit. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding a progress arrested by rock, stood stupidly bewildered a giant figure hidden in the shadows sits in the corner.
    He moves in closer with curiosity, until he found out what it was he shouts "AAhhh!! OF ALL DA PEOPLE I HAD TA FIND IN DIS CRYPT. I HAD TA FIND DIS BASTARD!!!" he points at it with great loathing.......

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Omission of Mention - The Planet Masters Saga.

Ampavolt skipped happily into Xxaqz's Lab.
    "Caution! Now entering, Xxaqz' Lab" the female's voice, sounds panicked.
    Pandemonium! Workers running ramp-up all over the place.
    Nor be so moved by a chemical discovery that one drops one's flask upon the lab floor. Robots short circuiting. Items Stolen. Animals attacking. Networks rerouted. Some Employees are dead.
    "Freakin' unbelievable, one girl did all this!??" Xxaqz' is holding his head in bewilderment as the chaos takes a turn for the worse, Xxaqz' headed into his office and spoke into an intercom "We are experiancing technical difficulties. Please remove yourself from the vecinity, as we search for the problem"
    "Look out!!" One of the workers pointed at something that fell down and went boom "Quick, get it back up, hurry!!"
    Xxaqz made a disgruntled face, but remains calm "A reminder, in the event of a catastrophic meltdown don't panic, it won't help. Nothing at all would help, however panicking will help probabely the least"
    The worker came back and the alarms seemed to have stopped—Xxaqz is feeling good about it, The worker says "Are we all clear...? hohhh okay we're all clear, great, alright hit the red button" a bad sound is heard "NO NOT THAT BUTTON, NAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" The alarms are blaring and lights turn lighthouse red as the room rumbles with calamity and explosions.
    "¡Ai Cabron! Quick! cool off the Reversium rods. Patch up those circut boards. Round up those animals! and you, mental midget, get off your ass and help me!!" Everything has gone south very quickly, Xxaqz needs to fix everything and needs help to finish this quickly, but some workers are afraid to move. Xxaqz skidded to a halt in front of his wide screen computer moniter "Oh no you don't!" His computer has a Trojen Horse virus in it (not really IN it but digitally, he can sense it) "Keep that robot under controll, I think I found the source of the disburbance" Xxaqz unwhines part of his hands so he can work his keyboard five times as fast. Xxaqz is having trouble finding the virus, he bangs the keyboard "ARRGGG, Where are you you sneaky bastard...!?! ah-ha! so that's where you've been hiding" he did a quick succession of code and scanning, but it isn't working "Pretentious little cusses aren't you...? there is only one chance" he unwounds much further and went into his gasous form. He phased into his computer, he appeared onscreen went and dived into M: Drive. Some sort of static glob shot out of it and two more followed as well, It appears as if Xxaqz has kicked them out of the Memory Core. The viruses seem to fight back but Xxaqz has had eternity of fighting skills to not become a pushover.
    Xxaqz has pummeled the virus code into a matrixal pulp, he then stuffed them into the recycling bin. The alarms has receded. Xxaqz has phased out of his computer "well that's enough of that, I need you to check for any extensive damage in the mech hanger. And I need you to check the armory 'Weapons 12' okay? good..." he wipes away oily sweat from his brow, and rubs the back of his neck then turns. Ampavolt is sitting idling by the door, he seems to be in a state of confusion as he is far too roung to understand what just happened. Xxaqz sighs. Ampavolt caught himself staring and looks nervous.
    Xxaqz walks up to Ampavolt "it looks like it's time to teach you everything you need to know, follow me" he follows him out the lab. When they are outside the building he finally spoke "I've managed to track the location of the virus. It began in Genocide City. As much as I want to ignore the fact that it's in Genocide City, the virus has been siphoning important documents, I need your help to delete those files before they're read. Come on" they enter the Kinetic Forest.
    Leaves swirled and crunched beneath their feet. The cool grass brushed against his toes and taller stems curled around their ankles. Cool blue moonlight illuminated the ground in soft luminescent puddles. Fauns and Woodland creaturs danced silently, skipping through the trees in beautiful yet complex patterns. The night seemed alive with creatures of all kinds. Small rabbits chased each other merrily, while deer scurried around looking for food. Ampavolt lifted his gaze, and beheald tall trees surrounded him, like silent watchmen. They stood surely watching for any evil that may still dwell in the forests and mountains. Their branches curved upwards in divine swoops as if to greet the pale blue moon. It seemed as though heaven had reached down and gently touched Uetkos with its divine magic. All was calm, all was right. Except for Walker interrupting their night time stroll.
    "Hooooo!!!!" He says in a high-pitched voice.
    "What do you want Walker? We are in the middle of discussing nature" Xxaqz is not in the mood for Walker's crazy antics.
    "I'm suppose to follow you, I've read the story and this is th-"
    "What story!?" Xxaqz interrupts.
    "Oops, I probably shouldn't have said that"
    "Huh" Xxaqz is puzzled "Well, whatever. Me and Ampavolt are heading to Genocide City"
    Walker is reclined while floating in the air following Xxaqz and Ampavolt "Oooh what a coincidence, I was heading there too!"
    Something is telling me that this was no coincidence Xxaqz thinks. "(Oh, man. I freaking hate stickmen)" he mumbled.
    "Before we go I need to bring Dangor his sword" Walker unsheaths the sword.
    "Why?" Ampavolt says.
    "Oh, you'll see" Walker hoisters the sword, with a bigger grin then normal......

*. . .*

"...lo101ol N][tro, u n00b, uvA t00k a (cr4p7:haha i B@5H+ y0|_| goo0td oolololol9o0PODsfhjj N][tro roflmfaoolshif #24z -03z p0|n7 -.-;l0lol pØwn'd!!. nd adm N][tro, f017r8|3h ^o^/ g13t*+qey poyo! sO d0n'7 sl323-0 int4w mei |3se teh omgwtfbbq fraCka||ama, s|_|bw4iebiznatchlooolooooow00000000t ep1c p4wnage" Walker is using 1337 5p34k, into his phone while he reclines in his office chair talking with his friend, N][tro (Pronounced as 'Nitro')
    "Sir, we got a problem!" during his phone conversation with N][tro, an employee interrupts him.
    Walker squints, and grits his teeth in annoyance "ò.ó 15h0|_D ()|| N][tro, 50[']E n00b w4/-lk3|) 1n oN //e. !`1l ca11 y0|_| B@(k L4+3r" He puts down the phone and speaks normally "aNY REASONS WHY YOU INTERRUPTED MY CONVERSATION??" sort of.
    The employee is frightened "uh.. w-w-well, uhh... ...erm..."
    "wELL? dO i HAVE TO GET THE CROBA-... Whoops! I had the caps lock on, my bad. Well what is it?"
    "uhh... okay, um... well i-it's about your b-brother Baker-
    "Yeah? what about that slob?" Walker interrupts him!
    "He hasn't shown up for work! Godspeed that magnificent bastard"
    "That doesn't surprise me... Wait a minute. Last week?, he went somewhere. I meant to investigate where he was going, but I must've gotten bored" he stands up "Well, looks as if it's time for me to rescue my brother, I'm on my way! Oh boy, action at last!!" He climbs up onto an open window, before he jumped he replied "Before I go, please hold my calls. And if N][tro calls, tell him I'll be in Genocide City. I'm out" he jumps out the window, and by 'jumps out the window' I mean that he walking up the building toward the rooftops. Standing tall on the edge with arms crossed.
    After about a minute he looks directly at you "Hi, I'm Walker Narrow, and I just had a Red Bull. Today I will tell you how Baker gets hypnotized and Xxaqz trains Ampavolt how to fight. Dangor gets poisoned after meeting his old girlfriend. You will get to see me interrupt Torque Magnus's fight with Dangor and how he... you know what, I'm getting ahead of myself, I know how this story is going to end and I shouldn't ruin the plot (The story is about Dangor, me and Xxaqz are just a plot device to get us involved as well as introducing new characters) I should wait until Xxaqz arrives in Genocide Ci... Whoops! I did it again!!" Walker scratches his head and laughs as he looks out with a harden gaze.
    "Alright looks like it's my cue" he cracks his knuckles above his head and stretches, he yawns then looks at you "Shall we?" and smiles. He flies off towards them.

*. . .*

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of chained forms, woke the sleeping dragon.
    "Moo... erm, I means. Gwoaaar! (yeah dat's da one) Ugh! ugh! ugh!" he coughs. His peripheral is blurred and foggy, he allowed the shapes to come into focus: Children passed tied together by ropes and chains, tears abashed, stumbling in dull exhaustion. Then the women, hair uncombed, bodies gritted with sand, and sagging in defeat. The men, muscles without memory, minds dimmed, plodding, leaving bloodied footprints in the dirt. The quiet was awful. None of them cried, or yelled, or bellowed. No moans came from them. They lived in mute territory, dead to feeling and protest, and rawboned from malnourish. These were the legions, sold by sisters, stolen by brothers, bought by strangers, enslaved by the greedy, and betrayed from history.
    For a long time, Dangor sat as an open-aired prison camp, watching a new troop of tragic prisoners entered and/or exited. Those were the creatures that awakened Dangor from his slumber.
    Dangor tried too stand up but but couldn't move "eh?" He looked around, Dangor is being restrained onto a dissection table, his upper body is naked, he struggled to break the clamps on his wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, kneecaps, and waist. His body gave out, a migrain begins to flare up, it felt like his head is falling to pieces, he moans with intense pain "aaaagh. Hoo boy! Whatta headache! Holy shit, dis is like bein' drunk and hung-over all at once. Ugh!" he awkwardly grabbed his bearings and uneasily, he is able to some the figures; Dangor tried to focus, but his vision appeared milky. "Where the fuck am I?" Dangor says to no one in particular.
    "Huh?" The table has began to tilt into a vertical position, Dangor realised that the prison camp he was looking at was a huge window overlooking a balcony, he sees someone in the dark, a mysterious figure closed the balcony door and drew down the curtains. Dangor had another migrain "ack—ugh! ugh!, your killin' me here"
    "So. Dangor. you've finally wakened" said a familiar voice. His back is facing Dangor and his hands behind his back as well, it also looks like he has a pair of wings.
    Dangor could not see him very well, because the figure closed the curtains, his vision is also obscured and all he can see is a silhouette "Who da hell are you?"
    "Why, Dangor, don't you recognized me?" The figure took a step forward.
    Dangor recognized him instantly "L.A.! Where have you been? You were missing for months! I have almost given up the search" Dangor looks elated.
    The animal known as L.A. is a white pegasus, in a business suit, he has on glasses, a fedora, and a pocket watch.
    "Yo L.A., whut am I doing here? and where did you disappeared to?" Dangor said. L.A. removed his hat, revealing a light blue-grey mane. He took off his business suit, under it he wore a casual vest, he put both on a nearby chair. He moved closer.
    L.A. is within arms-length from Dangor. "What the hell are you doing?" L.A. appears to have gloves on and a doctor's mask around his neck, behind him he wheeled out a utility cart with a pall ontop of it.
    L.A. bent down, Dangor didn't see what he was doing "It's time my friend" L.A. pulls the rim of his rubber gloves and lets go with a snapping sound. "You apparently have a disease that is going to rot you from the inside out" L.A. picked up a clipboard "You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis"
    "Whut da fu...? IN ENGLISH PALLY!!" Dangor yelled.
    "You have Lung disease, that is slowly spreading all over your body, from your smoking"
    "Tell me sometin' I's don't know" He sassed.
    "I'm going to slowly kill you while I harvest your organs and bone marrow for the medical reasons. This will kill you"
    Dangors eyes widen, his face contorted in fear. Then he then started to laugh "WAH-hahahaa! Woo, really got me dere, L.A. I mean, trickin' me in to tinking I'm gonna get gutted by my best friend. I gotta tell yah, dis the best prank yet. You win, youse always know how ta get revenge on me" he continues to laugh.
    L.A. softly chuckled "Good show, my dear friend. But I'm afraid this isn't one of my fine levities as usual, so I can't accept your praise"
    Dangor begins to struggle some more "L.A., come on, dis isn't funny!"
    "Then why were you laughing my dear friend?" L.A. pushed up his glasses, he seized the pall and whipped it off the cart. The top of the cart carried a large metal tray containing various sharp medical instruments and knives carefully organized in a neat row and ready to use. There was also medicine bag and several other objects under the cart, that is when L.A. bent down once again and put the soft medicinal bag next the tray.
    Dangor was now in a state of panic. He is starting to feel nauseous. His mind was racing and he tried to reason with the white pegasus "You can't do dis L.A.! I'm your best friend!"
    "I know you are, my dear friend. Which is why it pains me to see you go, but I'm also happy that I get a chance to learn more about dragon anatomy. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me my friend" He is tearing up a little.
    "B-B-But, Fatalle will wonder where I am. He'll send da mob to come look for me and den you'll get found out!" Dangor was desperate and mad.
    "Oh, Dangor" L.A. said "Do not worry about that, there are plenty of dragons out there that look exactly like you. They would imitate you for a while. And besides, no will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?" L.A. open the medicinal bag and took out a fluid, he picked up a scalpel and a skinning knife, coated both in the fluid. He then picked up a spray bottle, he walked closer to Dangor's side.
    "Ah, hell, no!" Dangor inhaled deeply preparing to spew flames, but he ended up coughing out black smoke. L.A. was caught in the cloud, he flapped his wings with a gust of wind. "Oh good, the drug is still working" L.A. sprayed Dangor all over, and without any flair, he placed the skinning blade an inch above his scales and proceeded by removing his scaley armor. Dangor's eyes widen in awe "How did you...?" he whispered, his lungs working overtime. L.A. picked up the pace and began to remove Dangor's scales at incredible speeds.
    "Dear me, you appear to be naked!" L.A. chimed. Dangor was flushed with anger and slight embarressment. L.A. put down his skinning knife, he then quickly sliced straight down on Dangor's chest down to the bottom of his belly with the scalpel, he shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away. But the braces held him still; his strength can't break these locks.
    L.A. picked up his clipboard and wrote down his observation, "Subject appears to take damage after removing his scaley armor... Subjects blood, is purple in color" L.A. waited a couple of minutes, Dangors cut healed up fast "The wound has sealed up in approximately..." He took out the pocket watch, flicked it open and quickly replaced back into his vest pocket, "14 minutes" L.A. went back to his medicinal bag and took out a test tube, he filled it with Dangor's left over blood. "Blood sample, being taken for further study (possibly for Project: Tantamount)"
    "Mm-hm" L.A. frowned slightly after observing the sample closely with a microscope, "Fascinating" he recorded his findings to the clipboard, L.A. went back to his medical bag and took out a syringe and a little bottle, L.A. absorbed about 15cc of the contents into the syringe. He flicked the needle to remove air bubbles.
    Dangor isn't liking where this is going. As L.A. got closer, Dangor uses his snout to bop him on the top of his head, then smacked his cheek with his snout. L.A. stepped back, and he tried again, Dangor lunged forward a little and tried to bite him. L.A. saw this and quickly stood back, he didn't look peturbed. He clasped Dangor's neck and restrained his mouth with a muzzle. L.A. smirked, he moved closer to inject him with a drug. Dangor then sprouted out his wings and uses them to smack the syringe out of his hand. It skittered to the other side of the room.
    "So, we're going to play this game?" L.A. went back to his tray and picked up his bonesaw and coated it in the fluid as well. "Hope you don't mind, but, I'll be amputating your wings to prevent you from prolonging the inevitable" L.A. laughed. He was about to grabbed the left one, but Dangor retracted his wings back inside him. L.A. is beginning to get annoyed, he threw the saw down the table with such force "Now now" He went back to his tray and took out from under the cart a pair of jumper cables and a small portable generator. He turned on the generator, and put both cables together to emit a spark, he got closer to Dangor "Resistence is futile" L.A. brought down the cables onto Dangors chest. BZZZzzzt!! He spazzed out and his wings sprouted out on impulse. Dangor is barely conscious. L.A. then, stretch out his left wing out, "Wingspan is..." he measured the wing, and weighed it. L.A. did a few calculations in his head "5.02 ft. long, 2.74 ft. wide, and 1.83 In. thick... each wing weighs about 29 lbs." He recorded it all down to his clipboard, he picked up the bonesaw, and brought it down at the base and begins to saw through. Instantly, Dangor screamed and thrashed his appendage. The movement threw off L.A.'s aim. He tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice down Dangor's back.
    "Dangor, please refrain from thrashing about or I'll continue to astray"
    He took another whack and hit the target. He swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, Dangor grounded his teeth as he painfully watched as L.A. saw his wing off. L.A. realized he wasn't getting anywhere. The blade just wasn't going through the bone.
    "Hmm, I presume they forgotton to sharpen it. I'll get another one" He stated as he placed the bonesaw down. L.A. took another bonesaw out, this one was more square in shape and has more angular edges with jagged teeth "Check this out, my new toy" L.A. placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and scales. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding and biting into him made Dangor want to vomit, and since he heals faster than ordinary dragons, it seems to last longer. He watched helplessly as his wing flew over his head and land with a smack on the table. L.A. moved the next, Dangor spewed smoke into L.A.'s face to prevent him from amputating his only wing. He is getting mad, and took a butcher knife from the tray, the knife in question is 13 in. long, L.A. stabbed Dangor in the gut, he cringed. "Don't make this any difficult than it already is" L.A. warned, Dangor continued to blow smoke into his face. L.A. raised an eyebrow, he then breathed ice onto the butcher knife and plunged it into Dangor again, this time Dangor eyes widen further and gasped. The muzzle around his snout broke apart when he gasped "Didn't I just tell you?" L.A. then started sawing. Dangor didn't struggle this time; he'd given up trying to fight and twitched. Then the sawing abruptly paused. L.A. was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
    "Let's test your strength, prepare yourself" L.A. said.
    Suddenly, he yanked the wing as hard as he could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dangor's side to his leg. The unexpected trauma caused his body to seize. He vomited onto the floor as he felt his stomach tense up. Dangor's loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. L.A. looked into Dangor's betrayed eyes, he was unable to catch his breath, he blacked out.
    He awoke with a gasp. The stench of gastric acid filled his nostrils. He saw an annoyed L.A. removing a second syringe filled with what appears to be adrenaline—from the table stood a tall bottle—from his chest above his heart. L.A. lashed out and struck Dangor with his fist "Please abstain from escaping consciousness! I want you to see this, now to remove your internal organs"
    Dangor is bleeding heavily from his wings being torn off. L.A. picked up the syringe that skittered to the otherside of the room "Hope you wouldn't mind that it is dirty" he then injected Dangor with the syringe filled with a silver liquid. He pushed the plunger, and Dangor convulsed. His veins glowed silver and then he stopped "This serum is made with Ironic-Silver, it will prevent your healing factor from closing off your wounds... in 3 minutes" He then took the scalpel and quickly excised the incision he made a while ago. He then placed back his scalpel and put both hands on to the cut and pulled sideways, Dangor's ribs are showing while he is bleeding out. L.A. took his new bonesaw and then sawed part of his ribs, he then put his hands on his ribcage, yanked it from side to side and pulled with all his might. Dangor's bloodcurdling scream echoed around the building, seemingly for miles.
    L.A. pinched Dangor's cheek, his eyes were wider then it has ever been, L.A. scoffed "Oh, don't be such a baby" he lets go "Ribs grow back" He went back to his tray and placed Dangor's ribcage onto the tray, he whispered to himself "(No they don't)" L.A. then placed his surgical mask over his face. He then took his scalpel and proceeded to remove Dangor's vital organs. He can feel every connective nerve endings being snapped, his opened chest burned with pain as air touched his bare bones and organs. While L.A. removed Dangor's liver, kidneys, stomach, lungs, his flame chamber, and intestines he continues to record his finding onto the clipboard. He empties out the fluids inside the organs, then places them into a cooler for further study.
    L.A. stopped just as he was about to cut out his heart, he sees Dangor silently watching him removing his entrails with clenched teeth and pupils shrunk with a look of betrayl. L.A. then leaned on Dangor's body, he gasped when he feels L.A.'s weight on his bare chest "Perhaps you are wondering how you survived for this long, of course the removel of internal organs proved to be fatal to those not strong-willed. Remember the serum I gave you? It is a special mixture I concocted for Fatalle, this will prevent you from healing of course, but it also increases the sensativity to your nerves because of how poisonous Ironic-Silver is and it keeps you alive for two hours..." He took out his pocket watch, he stole glance down to his watch "It's been one hour and fifty-three minutes, this was fun and all. But it is time for your leave my dear friend" L.A. removed Dangor's heart and puts it in the cooler with the rest of them.
    Dangor could already feel his life slowly ebb away, his vision grew cloudy. L.A. is already packing up "Time for my leave, bye" WOOOOOOOOSH!!!
    Just then, a gust of wind opened the window with such force that L.A. dropped the cooler and his notes "Woah! What is that!" L.A. is surprised.
    "You make one good looking facsimile, but no one can replace me as easily as you can, that I am facsinated by how I'm looking at a mirror. But mostly pissed that you dare perform surgery using my face!"
    L.A. stood up and saw another L.A. across the room with a gun at hand. False L.A. begins to cower, he can't leave because he left the cooler and his notes on the other side of him.
    "Keep still," The real L.A. growled.
    "Look!" The false L.A. spread his hands to his face "We can make a deal, don't shoot!"
    "Demona chose well. But you're no surgeon"
    "Let me go. I'll tell him. Explain everything!"
    "Oh, I don't think so" The trigger trembled.
    "I swear...!"
    "Too late," L.A. said, and fired.
    The false L.A. crashed back onto the floor with a speed that made Dangor croak.
    L.A. came up and stood gazing down "I should have killed him," he said.
    The bullet had struck the False L.A.'s shoulder; it hung broken, and the impact had knocked him senseless. The false L.A. morphed back into his basic form, it appears as a very shiny robot.
    Dangor couldn't believe his fading eyes who that robot is, L.A. quickly ran to his side "I'll explain later, right now I have to quickly patch you up" He grabbed the cooler and his tools with such speed only the real L.A. can do. He is in his medical garb.
    Dangor tried to say something, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle.
    "Don't try to speak, you need your strength" was all Dangor heard, before he black out.

Dangor woke up with a groan. The room he is in, is in complete darkness. He appears to be lying in a stretcher, as it's the only thing other then the dissection table—which is dried with Dangor's blood and vomit—he can rest in.
    He appears to be connected to an IV, Dangor stood up. He finds his shirt and jacket on a chair in a corner. He can still feel his organs empty and very cold from being in the cooler for far too long. The pain he felt was nothing he ever experianced in his life, and he'd wish it would be his last, he stood up, he found a mirror and saw dark circles under his eyes and his face looks gaunt and pale, he still sees the stitches on his chest under his bandages. He placed an arm on his chest, he soon regretted doing that, the pain is just as excrutiating as being cut open. Dangor just realised something, he slowly sprout his wings "Oh!" he cringed, he saw that his wings were back in place. A smile of relieve spread ear to ear as he took a staggered breath.
    Dangor felt incredibly weak, he slowly walked to his clothes and puts them on. A note fell out, he slowly bent down because it hurts to move.
    The note was written by L.A. "4:00 pm. I was just in time to save you, I heard your throat-ripping scream from the other side of the building. I managed to sew your vitals back in place, but you lost too much blood, I had to give you a transfusion with the blood I found in the medical bag, and please refrain from moving too much. After I finished, the fake disappeared. I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you to wake up, I was paid a visit by Walker telling me I should leave. But I had to go my friend, he said that I have something important I need to do, I hope you understand.    Much obliged, Librada-Auralio E. Pendelton" Dangor finished reading, he looked at his watch, 14:52 pm, it has been almost 11 hours since he blacked out. It looks like it's time to move. "ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!" it hurts Dangor everytime he coughs.
    He quietly escapes the horrid dungeon, and into a long dark hallway, which appears as a tunnel lit with torches.
    Dangor took from their sconces a flambeaux—some kind of weird looking torch. He stumbled through several suites of rooms with the same hospital feel as the room he was just in, and into the archway that leads to some vaults with equipment. Dangor passed down a long and tightly wounded staircase, somewhere deep within the recesses of his thick skull is requesting him to caution as he descended "Ugh! ugh! ugh!" he coughs again. Dangor came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together chilled to the bone with his barefeet on the damp ground of the catacombs, he flinched "ohhh! it's too cold down hea. Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!" Dangor doesn't like the cold and the coughs are getting worse.
    The gait of his body was unsteady, and the sweat eroded from his head and fell as he strode. Feeling very fatigued from the blood loss, and much ill then before from the serum still in his body and he walks more clumsily; He begins feeling nauseous and turns a sickly maroon color. He tripped and fell to the ground, he could barely right himself.
    The cave hall seems to go on forever. Dangor looks down his watch, 47 minutes has passed since he left the hospital chambers, he appears to notice something he did not expect to find "A pipe?" he said weakly "Whut ar pipes doin' ober tere?" Indeed there is some plumbing material in the middle of the hallway blocking his path, he bashes them out of his way—bad move, the exercise increased his nausea and he pulled some stiches. His breathing became labored and he is on the verge of vomiting again, this nausea is much more severe than what he's used to "Urp!" Trying not to ralph again, he wobblingly moves forward. He is at a dead end, more slurred then ever "Lük at bis hwît reb-wok, al ober da cabin vuls! Aagh! ugh! ugh! ugh!" (He meant to say: 'Look at this white web-work, all over the cavern walls' then coughs) Spider webs covered most of the hall, even the pathway and door. Dangor had to remove them, his cheeks are bloated and he swallows.
    Dangor finds a full length mirror after he removes the webs, he turned toward it. He looked into his own reflection. He still had dark circles around his eyes that were bloodshot as well, and his eyes look like two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication, his head is spinning harshly and his body is tilting. He looked at himself for a long time until he coughs out black-red smoke "Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh!! ugh!! ugh!!—ugh!! ugh!! Aagh!!!!"
    Dangor is finding it impossible to continue on for many minutes, until he finishes coughing. (The last one was the most excrutiating then the last, the pain amplified in his chest.)
    Dangor doesn't recover, his throat feels very hoarse and cut, and red smoke wisping out his nose (if Dangor is sick, instead of fire it is smoky ash. On most severe cases if it's black-red smoke: it's bloody smoke) He's trembling badly and he sits down. He notices writing on the mirror, written in a tongue that hasn't been spoken since 'the War of New Bloodbath II' Dangor is one of the only species of dragon who can read it and so does his best friend: L.A. the Pegasus.
    Speaking slowly, as purple blood dribbles the corner of his mouth "Ön meg fog halni. sőt, még azt nem áll szándékában riasztó meg feleslegesen, de akkor érdemes használni az összes megfelelő óvatossággal. A tervezetet a tűz védekezni az árnyékok." roughly translated: You are going to die. Indeed, had I no intention of alarming you unnecessarily; but you should use all proper caution. A draft of fire will defend against the shadows
    Next to the mirror he notices that there is two bottle of spirits imbedded in the wall. Here, he knocked off the neck of the bottle which he drew from the long rows of crevasses that lay upon with mold. He grew even weaker then before and trembling much farther. Dusty, he wipes away the grime, a label is presented with a look of age. Dangor reads the flagon "Médoc-L" He looks at it for a long time, he uncorks it and drowning blue liquid is found inside; he raised it to his lips with a heavy leer. He paused and nodded to the familiarly, knowing what he must do.
    The wine sparkled in his eyes and his nose smoking much less. His one fancy grew warm with the Médoc-L, his wounds began to heal slowly, the knot in his stomach eased and the pain in his head became dull. Dangor went through the door, this room is filled with bones and skeletons, he had to pass through the walls of piled bone, with cask and puncheons filled with severed limbs intermingling with old and new gore, that is in the most recesses of the catacombs. He paused again, and this time he made a bold decision to seize a limb above the elbow from one of these casks for a snack. Thinking that one of these might be fresh he crunches on a few with deep longing (His stomach has been emptied out, and it's been long since he's eaten) His teeth were stained with blood, he decides to wash it down with the rest of the wine.
    He emptied it at a breath of fire. His eyes flashed with a fierce glow. His wounds have completly healed. He flexed when a tingling sensation rocked his entire body. He laughed and threw the bottle upward with gesticulation he couln't understand why "I feels great! but still whoozy..." he removed his bandages and the stilt from his wings.
    And it is not from the wine he just drained; he continues to careen heavily to the left—but not feeling nauseous anymore and some of his strength was back, he feels much more vigor. He maintained his route in search of a way out. He passed through a range of low arches, descended into a low set of stairs, passed on ahead, and descended again. He arrived at a deep crypt, in which the decaying foulness of death filled the air; his flambeaux rather then a flame, glows like a beetle.
    At the most remote end of the crypt there appears to be a less spacious cache. Its' walls had been lined with remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Genocide City. Three sides of interest of the crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of bones, he percieved a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, width three, in height six or seven: in other words, a skeletal colomn. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
    He stepped unsteadily forward searching for the exit. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding a progress arrested by rock, stood stupidly bewildered a giant figure hidden in the shadows sits in the corner.
    He moves in closer with curiosity, until he found out what it was he shouts "AAhhh!! OF ALL DA PEOPLE I HAD TA FIND IN DIS CRYPT. I HAD TA FIND DIS BASTARD!!!" he points at it with great loathing.......