02-28-2010, 08:55 PM
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annoying effin Twilight
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Re: A Monster's Lullaby 
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I'm sure her parents would approve. XD yay for coming back after awhile!
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Things were starting to get strange. Prothero was getting much smarter and it was a good thing. He could understand more words than before. He could even understand numbers and do math... And when no one was watching, he was teaching himself to speak. All good signs of development.
However, Nami was turning more and more "sick" each day. Her movements slowed considerably, she couldn't eat, and she seemed to always be daydreaming. It was as if she wasn't even thinking about the tasks Kagura gave her or the notes she had to record from an odd creature. It was odd.
"She's growing. Seems the side-effect of the Immunity is coming around." said the Doctor to Prothero one day.
Prothero's curious eyes remained large with questions. Many questions that could not be answered. He responded with a polite growl. That was all he could do.
"See... What's happening now is the effect of not having been in a real fight or dangerous situation with... Oh I don't know... A vampire or a zombie or a Serpent's Fang. The Immunity is like a stomach. It gets hungry. It hungers for mortal danger.. So it has something to protect."
Prothero tilted his head to the side in confusion. He didn't understand.
"How about this... Immunity is like a tiger's claw. It's there for protection. However if the claw is not filed... It becomes a nuisance and can get stuck in a piece of wood or get some gunk trapped under it. If Immunity's powers aren't filed, then the same happens. The lack of adrenaline and need to survive heightens this phenomenon to the point where it begins hurting its host." said the Doctor, petting Prothero's head.
Prothero felt a sudden sense of dread as he knew what was coming up next.
"Over the past weeks, the Immunity has been building up more and more... So she needs to get out there and do what she was born for. To fight, kill, and study her prey. Not exactly what we planned... But... If we want to avoid any unnecesarry experiments, she's gonna have to fight. I want you to be her first opponent."
Prothero let out a loud whimper of despair and protest. He couldn't believe what he was being asked to do. It was, for one thing, a type of betrayal to try to kill the one who saved you from a lonely life in a cage. And it was also something he couldn't do... He couldn't fight. He hated it.
"I won't let her kill you. So calm yourself about that. But I want you to really go at her as if you want to kill her. Just... A test, if you will." said the Doctor patiently.
A test was that thing the humans put on paper. Not a death match. Prothero was smart enough to know that. Kagura and Takashi had given him such tests before.
"If you don't, she'll just get worse and worse. Unless you want us to risk making her fight something that may actually fatally wound her..." continued the Doctor as he walked away from the conflicted Prothero.
"Do it whenever you want.... The Immunity will continue to eat at her if you wish it to be that way. That's option number two. Or you could do your part... And she'll stay safe." he said finally.
Prothero whined to himself to make what sounded like a little cry of agony. He was unsure of what to do. He wished there was an answer booklet to this test like the ones that Kagura and Takashi gave him. Sadly, he didn't have such a book to look at.
He didn't have long to think... It was obvious what he needed to do. He slowly trudged outside to one of the benches in the training ground where he found Nami, sitting on the bench just resting.
Prothero was almost glad to see that she didn't notice he was there... It would make using his claws much easier. He pulled his arm back slowly. He was shaking already and nothing had even happened yet.... Then, with a heavy heart, he rushed his claws forward, right towards her heart.


That's right. love the sigs made by WJ.... or else
I'm not alright....
I'm broken inside...
Broken inside...
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