Triad

Nineteen: Reaper

It was swaying, the figure was swaying to the movement of the ship. Head hanging, red hair hanging over her shoulders and covering her face. Crimson dripped down her skin, smeared from the different lashes.

"Weak as always, useless."

Her head was spinning when she came around, green eyes opening. A dark look in her green eyes, feeling her arms raised in the air from the chains. There were heavy footsteps, Reaper not wanting to look up at the sound. "Ready to break monster?"

The interrogator asked their enemy, Reaper gave a lazily smirk. Tongue running over her teeth, finally lifting her head to glare at the interrogator. His hand tightening on the whip, gritting his teeth. "What's wrong...? You... hit like... a bitch."

He made an angered sound, while she let out a breathless laugh. Wheezing as she felt the punch to her stomach, ignoring the pain. I just have to wait... My family will find me.

Reaper thought, already imagining the thought of watching this ship burn and sink. She knew that they would riot, they would destroy this fleet for her. Especially after knowing that they killed Slate, the sweetest dragon in the oasis.

When I get out of these chains, I'm avenging Slate. Reaper thought to herself. She couldn't believe her eyes when Slate had went back down to defend Reaper, but she remember the scream she had let out when Slate was killed by these trappers.

"Don't let them beat you down. I know you're better than that." Her eyes looked up, seeing the torch and eyes looking around her. It still felt she was bound, still stuck where she was. But there he was again... That redhead.

His hand grabbed her face, dark orange eyes staring into her own. The fire burning in her green eyes, fueled by the rage and he grinned at seeing that. "Use that anger Reaper. Destroy them."

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"Sir, what do you plan to do with that monster? That thing's dangerous." One of the workers asked as he looked over at Drago, Drago looked to where the large temple stood. A grin, he could only wait to get ahold of the nest inside. "We take the dragons."

"And... Reaper?"

"That creature will be the reason we don't die. Reaper will be used to get what we want. Let's see Berk defeat us this time." He laughed, shaking his head as he looked back down to the entrance of below the deck. Especially when the chief is smitten with you. He'll do anything to get save you.

"And won't the others be so happy to hear that their precious dragon master had been the one to lead me here."

"Drago!" He looked back, taken off guard from the new voice and looked back to see the chief of the Berserkers standing there. The redhead had his foot on the crate, raising his arms in greeting to the gruff dragon hunter. Drago raised his eyebrow, surprised to see a Berserker this far out. Why?

"Thought you left us Eret." Drago narrowed his eyes at Eret, watching the way the ex trapper began to panic. That set off Drago, knowing that there was something that was being planned... And Drago doesn't like being made a fool of.

"W-what? Betray you Drago? I'm not that stupid! I just... wanted to get some inside information for you! I knew you would be back and-and Berk has consider me one of their own. I know secrets they do." Drago thought about it, Eret's always been a bad liar and Drago knows that... But he was curious to know of what information he was using as an excuse. So he would call his bluff for now. "Oh? How smart of you."