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The world was spinning again, and Dameon just couldn't stop waking up in random places with no idea how he got there! As his pupils slowly exited his skull, he looked around his newest environment.

There were walls again...but they were steel. He wasn't in his palace again that's for sure, but then where was he? He continued to look around, trying to find a familiar face or a landmark. As his hazy gaze arced around the room, he felt a kind of heaviness near his shoulders, like a presence. He was sitting up on a hugely fluffy cot, which meant that the mystery presence was literally hovering over his shoulders...

He spun around and looked dead into two bright blue eyes...

"AH!" Dameon scrambled out of the fluffy cot and flopped onto the floor. He heard a high-pitched squeal and felt two cool arms wrap around him. As his vision and hearing cleared, he heard a female voice speak to him.

"My Lord, you're still very weak! You should rest!" the voice belonged to a green female cobra that loomed over him reassuringly. Dameon was far too freaked to worry about resting!

"What the hell lady?!" Dameon shouted as he backed up against the far wall. The cobra moved closer to him, beaming with almost schoolgirl anxiousness.

"I'm sure you're very confused right now, and I understand that Sir! But please, trust me and just get back into bed please?" the cobra asked. Dameon had plastered himself against the wall and was looking at her like a mouse cornered by a cat. He sighed and finally held his hands out to her for help standing. When he got to his feet, he doubled over in pain and limped the rest of the way to the over-stuffed bed. When he was comfortable again, the cobra quickly slinked from the room, bowing once as she slid the door closed.

"So, how's he doing?" Eveser asked when Teya approached him.

"HE NEEDED ME! HE NEEDED ME FOR HELP! AND I HELPED HIM!" Teya was ecstatic! She was frantically stating the obvious like she was a broken record, damaged beyond all repair. Eve let her do her thing...she needed to vent and he wasn't going to hinder her, although a big smile crept across his lips as she feverishly spoke.

"Then he actually TOUCHED ME! OUR SKIN MADE CONTACT!" she beamed.

"He doesn't have skin Teya," Eve reminded her, chuckling. Teya glared at him.

"You're just jealous..." she pouted.

"Jealous because you touched his sleeve? Please darlin'..." Eve leaned in and whispered. "I've hugged him..."

Teya's eyes widened.

"Twice..." Eve finished his statement and then looked back to see Teya in absolute shock. She looked crushed...but determined...

"I...I...I..." Teya stuttered. Finally she broke her little trance and stormed back over to the door to Dameon's room. "I'll get three."

And with that brute statement, she stormed into the room. Eve watched through the camera screens on the wall that gazed in upon Dameon's room, laughing like a maniac as he watched the cobra slink quietly over to the half-awake skeleton on the cot.

"Not on your life kiddo," Dameon said flatly. Teya was immediately un-sneaky, standing up and then backing out of the room like a child who had just been caught with the cookie jar.

"Yes Sir! Of course! How utterly foolish of me!" she said and bowed multiple times before she left the room and was again with Eve in the observatory. She looked at him and scowled.

"Ok, maybe not today...I'm sure it's just because his ribs were hurt! Yea that's all! I'll get those hugs if it kills me..." she said and walked out of the room proudly. As she opened the door to leave, a large male lion stood in the doorframe and blocked her path.

"Excuse me, Miss," the lion said and smiled. Teya giggled sheepishly and slid past him. The lion walked up to Eve's side. Eve turned and held out a paw.

"Dr. Allen," he said when they shook paws. "How's he doing?"

"Well, he's not in good shape...but when was he ever?" Dr. Allen chuckled. "And please, call me Leo!"

Eve chuckled. "Very well, as you wish!"

After they had finished their light-hearted chuckle, they both became instantly serious.

"So why can't he regenerate? Why is he so weak all of a sudden?" Eve fired questions at the doctor, who held up his paw in a plead for silence. Eve nodded and then let the doctor talk.

"His powers are gone," Leo said coldly. "For some reason or another, whenever his body generates the energy he uses it gets sapped away by something. Dameon's body is a physiological impossibility, without his powers to consistently heal himself, he WILL continue to get worse and he WILL die..."

"I don't quite understand," Eve said, shaking his head confusedly. "His own body hurts him?"

"Exactly. Dameon used to be flesh and blood, or so he tells me. He was hurt badly at some point though, and his body couldn't be regenerated due to all the damage. So they made him a new one! Seems simple doesn't it?" Leo paused to catch his breath then turned to Eve. "This mechanical body is absolutely impossible! Nothing organic can survive in a metal shell like that, there's too many things that can go wrong in literally every biological process you can imagine! Not to mention there's almost no way for him to get nutrients to his brain, so it's constantly being degenerated and regenerated. His heart has turned black from lack of oxygen and poisoning from the lubricant he calls his "blood", yet it continues to beat! He is a walking impossibility!"

"So how has he been surviving this long?" Eve asked, suddenly interested.

"Well, like I said, Dameon subconsciously uses almost sixty percent of his powers just regenerating the damage he does to himself and to keep himself alive...with his powers being drained away by whatever's doing this...his body can't do it...he's going to kill himself..."Leo said sadly. Eve looked wide-eyed back at the skeleton laying on the cot.

"Sixty percent..." he thought to himself. "Every time I fought him, he was only fighting at 40 percent of his full power! Huh...glad we're friends..."

"We need to either remove whatever is sealing his powers or he'll die," Leo said. Eve's eyes traveled over the Behaku Lord's sleeping form, noticing his weak breathing and the occasional full-body jumps caused by the gears in his damaged clockwork body. But there was something abnormal about the scene, there was a green glow washing over Dameon every now and again...the bracelet!

Eveser's eyes widened and his gaze shot to Dr. Allen!

"On his wrist, there's a bracelet. We have no idea what it does, but it selectively electrocutes people who try to touch it, it's a stretch but it might be the thing sapping his powers?" Eve asked hopefully.

"This is good! We need to find someone who knows artifacts though," Leo said as he rubbed his chin. Eve snapped his fingers!

"I've got it! I know just the man!" Eve said with a smile. He walked out of the room. "I've gotta go make a phone call..."

Grimlock watched the little people scurry about along the sidewalks and streets, their cars carrying them where their own little legs couldn't.

"Pathetic little things," he said with a mocking smirk. He heard the flapping of wings and felt a presence on his shoulder. His crow cawed quietly. "Yes yes I'm fully aware. He has a tendency to continue surviving even when unnecessary. Him and his new friends. Speaking of which, there was something off...in that dragon, the black one. His aura was golden, yet it reeked of evil...like a cupcake that smells of sewage...oh well, food for thought I suppose, eh little friend?"

The crow cawed loudly and then flapped its wings. Grimlock turned on his heel from the edge of the building upon which he stood, gazing over Mallakoza with grim intention. Upon completing the turn though, he found himself looking down the barrel of an M9 handgun!

"Hello," he said quietly. The human security guard who held the weapon looked shakily at Grimlock, who stared into the man's eyes with a cold resignation.

"You can't be up here. This is private property and off-limits to non-employees. I'm going to have to cuff you and lead you out of the building now, sir," the guard recited his lines like a C-list actor on stage.

Grimlock chuckled. "I was just leaving."

Grimlock walked to the side of the guard and began walking towards the door behind him, only to have the gun slammed into the side of his head!

"Freeze!" the guard shouted, aiming at the lizard again. Grimlock growled and looked up at him with a furious red glow in his eyes!

Grimlock flung his arm behind him, his open palm aimed towards the ledge. Instantly, the guard flew past him and down the side of the building! Grimlock sighed and rubbed his temple uncomfortably.

"That was annoying," he said as he stood up once again. The pistol-whip didn't particularly hurt him, in fact the tingly feeling emanating from the affected Pacinian Corpuscles felt rather enjoyable! But it was the prospect that a mere human had dared to strike him that infuriated him so. He calmed back down, stroking the crow on his shoulder.

"Now then, we must return home to check on our little captives mustn't we?" the bird nodded and cawed again. With that, Grimlock faded with the wind, a black shadow-like vapor.

Back at his little hideaway, he reformed in front of an open window.

His heavy boots clunked as he walked through the decrepit halls, coming across the smell of arousal and the moans and grunts of sex sounding throughout the halls. He made a scornful face.

"Dogs," he muttered as he thundered past the closed doors. Grimlock finally reached a large set of double doors, wooden with two candles on either side. He pushed them open with relative ease, beginning to walk down a long flight of winding stairs. As he walked, he could have sworn he heard noises coming from the dungeon below. The noises got louder the closer he got the end of the stairs and one noise rang furiously throughout the corridor: a scream.

"What now?" Grimlock asked exhaustedly. He moved hurriedly towards another large, wooden door. He pushed open to door, spilling green light into the hallway behind him, and stepped through into the next room.

Inside, he saw at least ten of his warriors huddled in a big circle around something that was whining and whimpering. He looked over to the opposite end of the dungeon where there was a small cage, inside of which crouched a small creature which shouted.

"Hey! Leave her alone! Stop it!" it cried. It was a male, small, the gullible one that Grimlock had deceived with the toy. He was a brownish-black color with a red line that traveled across his cheeks and down the length of his body on both sides. He looked very komodo dragon-esque, although there were clearly some lizard aspects thrown into the mix. When he noticed Grimlock, he shrank back in his cage and was quiet. This was not unnoticed by the warriors gathered in the circle.

"Finally the little bastard shuts up!" one of them hissed.

"Why do you suppose that?" Grimlock spoke softly. In an instant, the warriors jumped and spun around wildly, some trying desperately to belt up their pants, others trying their hardest not to look guilty of anything...a bit too late.

"Lord Grimlock! We-I mean I wasn't-"the same one hissed again. He had the appearance of a skeletal canine, although his bull-like horns spoke differently.

"Save it," Grimlock held up his hand. The group began to part. There, in the middle of them all was a small female lizard, almost identical to her brother, albeit a size difference.

She was beaten, not hard, just smacked around a bit, and she was covered in small patches of white. Grimlock grimaced at his soldiers.

"Did I not say I wanted the both of them kept in 'mint condition'?" Grimlock asked quietly. The most active of the bunch tried to explain, but the reasoning came out garbled and unintelligible. "I see."

Grimlock held up a hand as his needles shot forth from his fingertips. The group shuddered and a few fell to their knees.

"Lord Grimlock, spare us!" they hissed and bellowed. "We are not worth the energy you would waste!"

Grimlock looked around for a moment or two, his slitted pupils revealing no decisions and no regrets.

"Get out," he ordered. Without a moment's hesitation, the creatures bolted around him and out the door. Then Grimlock stood at the archway, needles still extended.

A small voice caught his attention; it was the small female on the ground.

"Th-thank you," she said quietly. Grimlock looked down and scoffed.

"I did nothing for you," he muttered. "If you were to die, then my plan would be ruined, as would my revenge against your father."

"How many times do we have to tell you? We don't have a father!" the male cried from across the dungeon. "We only have a mom..."

"How misguided! All creatures have parents, be they male, female, or both. You are no different, you just haven't met your father yet," Grimlock spoke with resigned charm. The small female stood up from the ground. She was met with a silken towel to the face. "Clean yourself up."

"Thanks again," her small, shy voice taunted Grimlock! Whenever he talked, he was brought back to that night...the night he lost everything...

The darkness shrouded his family's house, it was late. There was a strong wind, though, a current that sent leaves soaring through the skies and whistled through tree branches. It was an ominous night indeed.

"Marcus? Marcus! You better be asleep up there!" the young lizard heard his mother call from downstairs and he grinned. He snuck around the side of the bed opposite his and tapped the creature sleeping in it on the shoulder. There was a quiet stir.

"What is it Mark?" a small voice asked from underneath a pillow.

"I've got something to show you!" he said excitedly. She sits up, but her face is smudged and faded. He can clearly tell that she has orange fur from the rest of her, however. He remembered what he had wanted to show his sister...oh so well...

He had found his mother's old jewelry when he was just a child and had taken to metal-working. With all of the materials at his disposal, he had decided to fashion a small trinket for his sibling to show her how much she meant to him. It was a small silver necklace, made out of the pieces of a larger necklace and the pendant of a golden shield.

She had looked at it, questioned its origins. God how he wished he could remember that night! All of his memories were fogged though, veiled in time.

Then there was a loud crash and a scream from downstairs...his mother's scream...

The two siblings bolted for the door and carefully snuck towards the staircase. His sister turned to him and with that sweet voice had said: "Run to mom and dad's room and hide under the bed!"

He nodded once and did as he was told, running for his parent's room. He had just gotten through the door when there was a piercing shout and his dreamscape shattered. He opened his eyes and looked around; he was still in his dungeon! The small captive male had just yelled to him.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" he shouted.

Finally Grimlock fully shook himself out of his little trance and looked around.

The young male in the cage looked rather uncomfortable, crouched miserably in the confined little prison.

"That seems unpleasant," Grimlock motioned towards the boy. He looked at the tall lizard-like creature standing at the doorway.

"What was your first clue?" the lizard mumbled. Grimlock walked over to the cage with a hand in his pocket, making the lizard draw away slightly in fear.

Out of his pocket, he drew a small key, silver and shining in the green dungeon light. With a click and a twist, the cage door swung open and the little reptile hopped out, looking at the tall creature with mixed emotions of fear and gratitude.

"You aren't so bad, not like those other guys," he said quietly. Grimlock laughed.

"I protect my investments," he said quietly, then kneeled down to face the child. "Don't become confused, little thing; in no way do I value your or your sister's life. Both of you are born of the same monstrous bloodline, so you are both equally as expendable."

The lizard glared at him.

"If I do have a dad, I can't wait until he kicks your ass," the fiery little boy spat at him. Grimlock laughed again and stood up.

"That's where you come in," he said and turned around. "You and your sister."

He began walking towards the door. As he stepped past the female, she handed him the towel.

"Here, you want this back?" she asked. Grimlock semi-gagged at the thought of touching the rag.

"You can keep it," he muttered and continued walking. As he was leaving, he heard the male yell from across the room.

"And we have names too! They're Dexter and Kerrigan! Don't you forget them!" he called as the doors slammed shut and locked.

"Let me take that into consideration," Grimlock mumbled angrily. "Worthless little mongrels."

The crow on his shoulder cawed and flapped its wings. He looked over at it with a look of almost astonishment.

"I'm offended! How could you even suspect I would allow such vermin to affect me?" he shot back. The crow cawed.

"Have at least SOME faith my little friend, those two bargaining chips will not change me," Grimlock finished and started up the winding staircase to the hideout.