~Name: Jarek Kazimir Kamiensky
~Age: 36
~Gender: Male
~Mutation: Can turn into a big lizardy thing by slipping between worlds. It stands nearly twice his original height, each charcoal scale keeled and thick. His teeth are long, and his claws longer. The entire creature is deadly, but a slow mover thanks to its weight. However, like this he is slim even for those like him.
~Weaknesses: Jarek is very physically weak. His back, fingers and legs have been broken in the past and were not given a chance to heal properly. As such, he will encounter crippling pains that slow him considerably, and his fingers are somewhat stiff - although he is a highly skilled marksman, he's slow at drawing his pistol. If not taking painkillers, he'll need to take breaks every hour or so.
~Description:
Hair: Long, mid blond, kind of wavy in places. He sometimes keeps it back in a ponytail - it goes to his mid-back. No hair as a monster.
Eyes: Hazel, somewhat hooded and cunning looking. Yellow as a monster.
Skin: Pale. His lips are scarred from torture. He has a few names carved into his skin, and a few other scars in areas. Has scarification, and also tattoos - the tattoos are all of mystical or pagan-ish things, such as Mjolnir, runes, alchemical symbols, oroborous, etc. He is somewhat obsessive over the condition of these tattoos. As a monster, his scales are charcoal, and a bit paler where they were damaged before.
Clothes: Tends to wear something you'd expect a teenager to wear - generally white t-shirts and jeans with patches that say obnoxious things like "Don't worry - be happy!". He has a lot of heavy silver rings that act as knuckledusters if he punches someone. He has a leather jacket, and wears either hiking boots, or the steel toe capped variety which are good for kicking people with.
Other: He's generally good looking as a human, but has sharp teeth - he's not as adept at switching forms thanks to an accident when he was younger. He walks with a slump due to bad back problems, and plays with his fingers - they were broken and didn't heal properly, so he will get cramped if he doesn't keep them moving. He's skinny, as he finds working out hard due to his back and leg troubles, and is 6'4". As a monster, he is around 12'6" - the scales at the end of his tail are a bit kinked. He has several piercings - nipples, and lots of studs in his ears.
~Personality: See below.
~History: See below.
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Jarek Kazimir Kamienzky
The sadistic hunter
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Anywhere but the Lab
a character in “The Outside”, as played by SyringeofHell
Description
Personality
~Personality: Jarek is highly intelligent, cold, calculating and often remorseless. He is charismatic, and superficially kind. People tend to get involved with him, seeing only his handsome face and smooth lies, and soon regret their choice. However, to his masters, he's genuinely caring and willing to do anything for them.
- Aspirations: Jarek hopes to serve someone well - someone strong and intelligent. That's literally his only goal in life. He just wants to be good and to make them happy.
- Quirks: Jarek dislikes swearing, either from his own lips, or from the mouths of others. You can always tell when he's furious, because he'll start to swear. However, he's usually good at controlling his temper and letting it out as pure sadism. He's secretly quite grumpy. Jarek likes the person he's serving to hurt him, and collects their names, by way of requesting they carve them into his skin. He holds a profound interest in mythology.
- Flaws: Jarek has absolutely no empathy for anyone, and will often manipulate people for his own ends and means. His emotions are often shallow and he is cruel. In short, a textbook sociopath. However, he is submissive and servile to his masters, never questioning whatever they do or ask of him. To them, he is simply a guard dog which terrifies everyone else, but is like an affectionate puppy to them.
Other/Misc: He enjoys physical affection, such as hugs, and likes to sleep beside someone, even if they aren't sexually involved. He will sometimes hiss, and enjoys basking in the sun. He doesn't find human flesh to be his favourite, and will eat any meat. He has a weak back, legs and fingers from being tortured when he was younger, and if he's not careful, he can hurt himself so badly he won't be able to move. Similarly, the scars crossing his lips are from them being sewn up with cheesewire.
~Fears: Jarek is scared of being left without someone to guide him. He is also petrified of lych gates, but won't tell why.
Equipment
On him at any time:
Knives of various sorts for defending himself or hurting people.
A lighter, although he doesn't smoke.
Hallucogenic drugs, albeit for others.
Money.
Skewers.
Notepad, pen.
9mm pistol and ammo.
Other stuff:
Various instruments with which to torture people. His favourites are a powerdrill, blowtorch and nailgun.
Drugs and serums (not for himself).
First aid stuff.
Tattoo gun and inks.
Lots of books on foreign language!
Lots of books in general.
Clothes, derp.
Ornaments and bits and bobs.
Motorbike!
History
~History: Jarek was born at the lab, but rather than being tortured near-constantly, the people working there found the inner-workings of the sociopath's mind fascinating. It was found he was incredibly creative through injuring people, intelligent, and also craved to have someone tell him what to do. Without that, he was lost and confused. One of the higher-up scientists decided to keep the nasty fellow as a guard. He wasn't entirely healthy - he'd been badly injured before just to see his pain threshhold. However, ever-loyal Jarek did his job well and with pride. He spent time reading the scientist's books and educating himself. The lack of social interaction and encouragement to hurt people left him even more cruel than he would have been had he lived a more normal life. Jarek enjoyed tormenting the experiments, and was even allowed to eat the odd one or two from time to time.
Hearing about the lizardy thing, people from the Institution broke in and attempted to steal him, tried to tempt him away with meat. And books. Jarek - somewhat offended that they considered him so stupid and base, but seeing how he would enjoy 'working' at the Institution better, played all stupid and went along with it. Until they tried to get him through the air vents. He didn't like that one bit, since he's got injuried that act up. He squeezed info from the kidnappers, butchered them, headed off to see the contact and blamed someone at the Lab.
He's very happy with his new owner, and is working alongside Camelion to execute, torture or capture escaped prisoners.
So begins...
Jarek Kazimir Kamienzky's Story
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Jarek was feeling pretty damn achey by now - his back felt like it was burning, and he bit back a little whimper from the pain. Instead, he steeled himself. He had coped with much worse after all. Maybe someone here at the Institution could reinforce it or conduct surgery to correct how his muscles lay torn and healed in odd positions on his back, fingers and legs. Hearing about the man and his injuries - his lips had been sewn together with cheesewire at one point! - might have made one feel sorry for him until they read the rest of his casefile. Numerous acts of violence, grevious bodily harm, rape, and murder. Seeing stairs, he let out a real whimper this time, and started the slow ascent, gripping the bannister.
All he knew was that he was meant to go and see a man named Caine. He was excited about that; a new master! He wondered what he would be like. Maybe he could sleep on his bedroom floor to stop people getting too close. He'd offered that before, but was promptly told he was being really weird. Jarek didn't think so - it was important to stay safe. Although he wasn't a fantastic guard, he was excellent at squeezing information from others in slow and painful ways. He'd left his powerdrill back at the Lab. He hoped he'd be allowed a new one - they were handy tools. The way the screw curled down into flesh and bone delighted him, as did the high pitch whine of the tool.
Ahah, Caine's study. He politely knocked, waited, and then entered. He bit back an enthusiastic grin at seeing all the books - how long would it take to sit down and read all of them? Before he could be accused of being inattentive or rude, he looked over at the man. Caine.
"Sir?" he asked.
His voice was soft, with a gentle Polish accent. He didn't sound malicious or awful at all, quite the opposite.
All he knew was that he was meant to go and see a man named Caine. He was excited about that; a new master! He wondered what he would be like. Maybe he could sleep on his bedroom floor to stop people getting too close. He'd offered that before, but was promptly told he was being really weird. Jarek didn't think so - it was important to stay safe. Although he wasn't a fantastic guard, he was excellent at squeezing information from others in slow and painful ways. He'd left his powerdrill back at the Lab. He hoped he'd be allowed a new one - they were handy tools. The way the screw curled down into flesh and bone delighted him, as did the high pitch whine of the tool.
Ahah, Caine's study. He politely knocked, waited, and then entered. He bit back an enthusiastic grin at seeing all the books - how long would it take to sit down and read all of them? Before he could be accused of being inattentive or rude, he looked over at the man. Caine.
"Sir?" he asked.
His voice was soft, with a gentle Polish accent. He didn't sound malicious or awful at all, quite the opposite.
Jarek stepped inside, trying not to get distracted by all those books. He was surprised at how polite the man was - he was used to being snapped at. He really didn't mind getting yelled at by his superiors, but it was odd to be asked if he was treated well.
"Sorry to say they were killed, sir. I killed one of the Lab's guards, though, sir, but I had to get out," he said with a hint of pride.
It was all true, but didn't exactly point out the whole truth. Offended by the two thieves and unwilling to follow their idea of a plan, he'd killed them. No time for having fun, but still. And afterwards he had indeed killed a guard to add to the story and to take his gun. The thieves lay eviscerated next to the corpse of the guard - Jarek had simply crushed his skull with his powerful jaws. He was a damn smooth liar as well; the pride at killing the guard helped mask the half-truth as well.
"So I came here on my own, sir. Do you need anything?"
He was attentive, and at first seemed harmless due to this. Yes, he had luckily decided he belonged to Caine now, but if he was just acting, things might have become dangerous rather quickly (or indeed at a slower pace if he decided to be Machiavellian and manipulative). He smiled happily, the scars over his lips stretching a little. There were loads of them, uneven white lines, different lengths and lying at different angles. He wondered if he could sit on the floor or lean against something to alleviate the pain in his back, but there was no chance of him asking right now, so he gritted his teeth and bore it out.
"Sorry to say they were killed, sir. I killed one of the Lab's guards, though, sir, but I had to get out," he said with a hint of pride.
It was all true, but didn't exactly point out the whole truth. Offended by the two thieves and unwilling to follow their idea of a plan, he'd killed them. No time for having fun, but still. And afterwards he had indeed killed a guard to add to the story and to take his gun. The thieves lay eviscerated next to the corpse of the guard - Jarek had simply crushed his skull with his powerful jaws. He was a damn smooth liar as well; the pride at killing the guard helped mask the half-truth as well.
"So I came here on my own, sir. Do you need anything?"
He was attentive, and at first seemed harmless due to this. Yes, he had luckily decided he belonged to Caine now, but if he was just acting, things might have become dangerous rather quickly (or indeed at a slower pace if he decided to be Machiavellian and manipulative). He smiled happily, the scars over his lips stretching a little. There were loads of them, uneven white lines, different lengths and lying at different angles. He wondered if he could sit on the floor or lean against something to alleviate the pain in his back, but there was no chance of him asking right now, so he gritted his teeth and bore it out.
Jarek very nearly whined again. He'd get whiplash if his new master kept acting like that! He was used to either being yelled at, or niceness. One or the other, not a quick change between the two. That sort of stuff just confused him. He did, however, deduce that his lie had been uncovered. He did whimper now, like a kicked puppy. He wasn't looking for sympathy - he hated upsetting his superiors, even if he did bring it upon himself by lying.
"Yessir! I'm sorry for lying, sir!" he said, cringing a little.
They sewed up his lips because they'd discovered he was a sly, manipulative little bastard. He might have served that one scientist well, but it didn't mean he respected the others. He raised his crooked, spidery fingers to his lips and looked a little panicked. His broken fingers? Theft. He shuddered before dashing out of the door to do as he was told, ignoring how the pain had spread to his legs now. Stumbling as his traitor of a left leg refused to be lifted properly, he fell flat onto his face before picking himself up, dazed.
In Jarek's mind, it went something like this:
Being hurt or yelled at because your superior feels like it - good.
Being hurt because you did well - good.
Being hurt or yelled at because you did something wrong - dreadful.
"Yessir! I'm sorry for lying, sir!" he said, cringing a little.
They sewed up his lips because they'd discovered he was a sly, manipulative little bastard. He might have served that one scientist well, but it didn't mean he respected the others. He raised his crooked, spidery fingers to his lips and looked a little panicked. His broken fingers? Theft. He shuddered before dashing out of the door to do as he was told, ignoring how the pain had spread to his legs now. Stumbling as his traitor of a left leg refused to be lifted properly, he fell flat onto his face before picking himself up, dazed.
In Jarek's mind, it went something like this:
Being hurt or yelled at because your superior feels like it - good.
Being hurt because you did well - good.
Being hurt or yelled at because you did something wrong - dreadful.
Still shaking a little, Jarek headed downstars. He'd only just got here and he'd already upset his master. He growled to himself, tensing up and scowling a little. Idiot, learn when to tell the truth! he admonished himself. He limped a little - that fall hadn't done any good for his screwed up leg at all. His blond hair hung in front of his face and with one trembling hand he pushed it behind his ears whilst the other gripped the bannister. With absolutely no idea where to go, he sighed and followed his common sense down through a door.
Ah, stairs, the underground level. At least he was right about that. He looked around for someone who'd likely be intimidated be a tall man with sharp teeth and descended on a man who was smaller and younger than him. He doubed the other man had any idea who he was, but still. He grinned, pointed teeth showing.
"Excuse me, master Caine says I'm to be fixed up, and that Camelion is to be sent for," he said, his voice less gentle than earlier.
Although incredibly polite, there was something... strange. A veiled threat, maybe? It was hard to tell.
Ah, stairs, the underground level. At least he was right about that. He looked around for someone who'd likely be intimidated be a tall man with sharp teeth and descended on a man who was smaller and younger than him. He doubed the other man had any idea who he was, but still. He grinned, pointed teeth showing.
"Excuse me, master Caine says I'm to be fixed up, and that Camelion is to be sent for," he said, his voice less gentle than earlier.
Although incredibly polite, there was something... strange. A veiled threat, maybe? It was hard to tell.
Jarek's grin widened - it didn't reach his eyes.
"Thank you," he said, heading off to the lift.
He wasn't used to lifts, but the buttons were pretty self-explanatory. It seemed as though he would have to learn simple things despite knowing an awful lot of complicated things. The enclosed space wasn't very nice, but the weight of the dead guard's pistol holstered at his belt was somewhat reassuring. Jarek was an excellent marksman, but now lacked the arm and wrist strength to fire anything other than a 9mm pistol. He'd had training by a sniper, but since his fingers had been broken he'd been unable to carry on with the training.
The lift doors slid smoothly open and he stepped out, peering around himself. He found another person, but kept a little more respectful this time. Seeing as the man earlier had little idea what he spoke of, he assumed these people were of a higher rank.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but I was told to get myself fixed up by master Caine. He also asked for Camelion to be sent to him."
Despite his polite tones, there was a very faint suggestion of pride, maybe even arrogance.
"Thank you," he said, heading off to the lift.
He wasn't used to lifts, but the buttons were pretty self-explanatory. It seemed as though he would have to learn simple things despite knowing an awful lot of complicated things. The enclosed space wasn't very nice, but the weight of the dead guard's pistol holstered at his belt was somewhat reassuring. Jarek was an excellent marksman, but now lacked the arm and wrist strength to fire anything other than a 9mm pistol. He'd had training by a sniper, but since his fingers had been broken he'd been unable to carry on with the training.
The lift doors slid smoothly open and he stepped out, peering around himself. He found another person, but kept a little more respectful this time. Seeing as the man earlier had little idea what he spoke of, he assumed these people were of a higher rank.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but I was told to get myself fixed up by master Caine. He also asked for Camelion to be sent to him."
Despite his polite tones, there was a very faint suggestion of pride, maybe even arrogance.
Jarek grinned. He loved it when people were scared of him; it made him feel powerful and in control. He thanked her, however, tone still polite. The bestial part of him wanted to crush her skull and eat the carcass; he hadn't eaten properly in a few days, just small things. It was lucky for her that Jarek was a master of self-control and used to hunger, also that he wouldn't hurt people unless told to or if he was suspicious that they were being rude to him.
He headed into the backroom, eyes strained by the dark. A growl formed in his throat and he tensed up, sensing some kind of trick. A dangerous trick.
He headed into the backroom, eyes strained by the dark. A growl formed in his throat and he tensed up, sensing some kind of trick. A dangerous trick.
Jarek quickly seemed to turn invisible. A needle grazed his arm and snapped off, but only little of the drug entered his body. No time to pull it out, he changed shape without even intending to. The reptilian creature was huge, well over 12' tall. His heavy tail whumped against the ground and he snarled, defensive. The porcupine-like spines down his back stood on end and he snapped his huge jaws closed. He swung his huge claws at one of the doctors, hoping to shred his stomach and side. That would teach them for trying to sneak up on him like this! In this form, it would take a lot more sedative to knock him out.
His horns caught on the ceiling and the creature wailed as they scraped twin gouges in the plaster, one getting caught on a girder and painfully yanked. Tail lashing, he might have caught one of the doctors off balance, but now seemed to be panicking. He couldn't work his head free. Jarek wasn't opposed to surgery, of course. He was, however, opposed to people ambushing him in a dark room with needles. The sudden rush of adrenaline was what had caused him to change. He reached to free himself from the girder and swiftly changed back, drawing his gun and staring with wild eyes, panting.
"Don't you dare do that to me!" he snapped, hissing furiously.
He took a step back towards the door, shivering. Both his upper and lower back was on fire, and it felt as if his legs would give out. Dazed by the bit of drug that entered his bloodstream and also the pain that gripped him, he staggered back and collapsed, still hissing like a feral creature.
"Don't do that to me ever, or I'll rip you to pieces! I'll drill screws through all your joints, I-I'll... I'll shatter your fingers!" he stammered, trying to get up.
His legs collapsed underneath him and he growled like he was a huge creature still, panting through stress.
His horns caught on the ceiling and the creature wailed as they scraped twin gouges in the plaster, one getting caught on a girder and painfully yanked. Tail lashing, he might have caught one of the doctors off balance, but now seemed to be panicking. He couldn't work his head free. Jarek wasn't opposed to surgery, of course. He was, however, opposed to people ambushing him in a dark room with needles. The sudden rush of adrenaline was what had caused him to change. He reached to free himself from the girder and swiftly changed back, drawing his gun and staring with wild eyes, panting.
"Don't you dare do that to me!" he snapped, hissing furiously.
He took a step back towards the door, shivering. Both his upper and lower back was on fire, and it felt as if his legs would give out. Dazed by the bit of drug that entered his bloodstream and also the pain that gripped him, he staggered back and collapsed, still hissing like a feral creature.
"Don't do that to me ever, or I'll rip you to pieces! I'll drill screws through all your joints, I-I'll... I'll shatter your fingers!" he stammered, trying to get up.
His legs collapsed underneath him and he growled like he was a huge creature still, panting through stress.
"You dived at me with damned needles!" he hissed in a strained voice, still shaking and panting.
He snarled as the needle sunk into his skin - too many memories about his lips being sewn up.
"You expected me to react calmly to that?"
His Polish accent was really coming through now, and his voice was becoming shrill and strained. His eyes darted around quickly and his whole skinny body was trembling from the adrenaline racing through his veins. He snapped - still human - at one of the doctors holding him down, the rude one. His teeth were pointed and sharp but would do nowhere near as much damage as those of a dog, for example. The table was freezing under his back.
"Talk like that about me, will you?"
He was starting to slur now, eyes bleary and unfocused. It wasn't long before he completely relaxed and passed out.
He snarled as the needle sunk into his skin - too many memories about his lips being sewn up.
"You expected me to react calmly to that?"
His Polish accent was really coming through now, and his voice was becoming shrill and strained. His eyes darted around quickly and his whole skinny body was trembling from the adrenaline racing through his veins. He snapped - still human - at one of the doctors holding him down, the rude one. His teeth were pointed and sharp but would do nowhere near as much damage as those of a dog, for example. The table was freezing under his back.
"Talk like that about me, will you?"
He was starting to slur now, eyes bleary and unfocused. It wasn't long before he completely relaxed and passed out.
Jarek's eyelids were heavy, but he forced himself to open them. His head lolled to the side and he let out a small grunt as he felt pain swim lazily through him. His whole body ached unyeildingly. He tried to move his arm to brush his long hair out of his eyes, but it was heavy as lead, fingers throbbing. He doubted they would have been able to fix those up very well, but it felt as if they had tried. He just about managed to shake his hair out of his sight and looked blearily around the small bedroom he was in. There was a chair - nice, and the bed was likely reasonably comfortable if his back stopped throbbing. What had they done to his spine, he wondered? Had they replaced it? Reinforced it?
His eyelids threatened to close, and he flicked out his tongue to lick his dry, cracked lips. His legs ached as well, and he glanced down to see what they'd done to them. He winced, expecting to see them replaced entirely or pinned in several places. He'd seen x-rays of his legs before, and the bones had healed unevenly. There was a sheet over them, however, and he didn't have the strength to move it aside. He softly growled in irritation and also weariness, looking around himself. He expected himself to be hooked up to a morphine drip or a heartrate monitor, but he didn't see either.
They better check up on me before I really start hurting, he thought.
His eyelids threatened to close, and he flicked out his tongue to lick his dry, cracked lips. His legs ached as well, and he glanced down to see what they'd done to them. He winced, expecting to see them replaced entirely or pinned in several places. He'd seen x-rays of his legs before, and the bones had healed unevenly. There was a sheet over them, however, and he didn't have the strength to move it aside. He softly growled in irritation and also weariness, looking around himself. He expected himself to be hooked up to a morphine drip or a heartrate monitor, but he didn't see either.
They better check up on me before I really start hurting, he thought.
Looking up, Jarek slowly watched Caine. He still looked half asleep, his eyes more hooded than usual. He struggled to sit up, hissing in pain, lip curling to bear his teeth. He glanced up at Caine dozily.
"Sir, what did they do to my back and legs?" he said.
His voice was raspy and weak; it sounded like he needed a drink of water and time to get over the sedatives. A little jolt of anxiety twitched through him as he realised his legs might not even be his own any more. His operated-on back flared in pain as he sat, his skinny arms trembling as he supported himself, but at least he was moving like Caine asked. He grinned weakly.
"I can move just about, sir. They all jumped at me, sir, and I think they actually hurt me worse doing that. Look, they scratched a needle on my arm instead of injecting me," he whined.
He realised how pathetic he sounded, but he wanted the bastards to get into trouble, not realising that they - or at least one - were already up shit creek without a paddle. His head was swimming, and the poor man couldn't keep his focus properly. His head kept dropping to the side and his eyes looked glazed. It didn't help that he hadn't eaten properly in a while, either.
"Sir, what did they do to my back and legs?" he said.
His voice was raspy and weak; it sounded like he needed a drink of water and time to get over the sedatives. A little jolt of anxiety twitched through him as he realised his legs might not even be his own any more. His operated-on back flared in pain as he sat, his skinny arms trembling as he supported himself, but at least he was moving like Caine asked. He grinned weakly.
"I can move just about, sir. They all jumped at me, sir, and I think they actually hurt me worse doing that. Look, they scratched a needle on my arm instead of injecting me," he whined.
He realised how pathetic he sounded, but he wanted the bastards to get into trouble, not realising that they - or at least one - were already up shit creek without a paddle. His head was swimming, and the poor man couldn't keep his focus properly. His head kept dropping to the side and his eyes looked glazed. It didn't help that he hadn't eaten properly in a while, either.
Jarek watched the scientist intently. He didn't blink often, but when he did, it was slow, like a lizard. He rested all his weight on one arm, ignoring the pain coursing through his body as best he could.
"So. What did you do to my back?" he asked, playing polite and curious despite the predatory grin playing across his face. "And my legs. They really hurt. I don't think you diving towards me helped."
His stomach growled and he looked up at the doctor again.
"I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten in a while, not properly, anyway."
With one hand still shaking and heavy, he took a glass of water from the nightstand and sipped. He felt better for it already, his throat no longer dry as a desert as the cool water trickled down.
"So. Your job is a scientist? Would you like to know my skill? Hurting people. I'm really good at it. Maybe you'll get to see how good later."
The cold water woke his brain a little, and he looked less dopey but in pain still.
"So. What did you do to my back?" he asked, playing polite and curious despite the predatory grin playing across his face. "And my legs. They really hurt. I don't think you diving towards me helped."
His stomach growled and he looked up at the doctor again.
"I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten in a while, not properly, anyway."
With one hand still shaking and heavy, he took a glass of water from the nightstand and sipped. He felt better for it already, his throat no longer dry as a desert as the cool water trickled down.
"So. Your job is a scientist? Would you like to know my skill? Hurting people. I'm really good at it. Maybe you'll get to see how good later."
The cold water woke his brain a little, and he looked less dopey but in pain still.
Attention quickly drawn by the toolbox, Jarek reached to look inside it and his grin grew wider.
"May I borrow this?" he asked the girl, but didn't wait for an answer.
He took a drill instead, examining it. With his pained fingers, he took a drillbit and fitted it somewhat clumsily. He was still drowsy and drugged and his body took a while to catch up with his thoughts. He didn't much care what the girl saw or didn't see as he went to grab the doctor with a sly expression on his face. He pulled the trigger and yay, the drill was charged. The bit whirred.
"We can do this easily or hard. It'll hurt either way, but if you do as I say, you might die faster. It depends how I feel, because I don't like you," he said calmly, despite the broad grin on his face.
Jarek was still sluggish and weak, but he felt determined now. A job to do! A fun one, at that. He jabbed the powerdrill between the poor doctor's ribs and squeezed the trigger. He grinned as the bit sank deep into flesh, just scraping one of the man's ribs. Had he been more autonomous, he'd have rather slept until he felt better, but this was fun in any case.
"May I borrow this?" he asked the girl, but didn't wait for an answer.
He took a drill instead, examining it. With his pained fingers, he took a drillbit and fitted it somewhat clumsily. He was still drowsy and drugged and his body took a while to catch up with his thoughts. He didn't much care what the girl saw or didn't see as he went to grab the doctor with a sly expression on his face. He pulled the trigger and yay, the drill was charged. The bit whirred.
"We can do this easily or hard. It'll hurt either way, but if you do as I say, you might die faster. It depends how I feel, because I don't like you," he said calmly, despite the broad grin on his face.
Jarek was still sluggish and weak, but he felt determined now. A job to do! A fun one, at that. He jabbed the powerdrill between the poor doctor's ribs and squeezed the trigger. He grinned as the bit sank deep into flesh, just scraping one of the man's ribs. Had he been more autonomous, he'd have rather slept until he felt better, but this was fun in any case.
Jarek snarled when the man tried to grab him by the throat and sank his small, sharp teeth into his wrist. They didn't bite deep, but they were painful even so. A bit like being bitten by a cat. He clumsily grabbed for a boxcutter, wincing when he cut one of his fingers. Although he fumbled a little with his awkward, injured fingers, he grabbed it and made a neat cut across the scientist's cheek with it. He jammed it up to the man's throat, grinning slowly.
"You must be here for a reason. What did you do? Who are you?" he demanded.
He looked over to the girl, and his stomach growled again. In his mind, his long teeth - nearly draconic, as if he was from a fairytale - tore through her flesh. He steadily watched her.
"And what did you do?" he asked her.
Shoving the scientist back with surprising strength, he pulled a claw hammer and nails from the box, leering down at the man. His head swam, but when he got down, the immense pain shooting through his legs made everything hyperrealistic, colours brighter, noises louder, if only for a second. He groaned in pain, but tried to ignore it. He had a job to do, after all. His first job for Caine.
"I'm used to doing this with a nailgun. Do forgive me if I make this too slow," he said with an almost pleasant smile.
Pinning one of the man's arms down, he lined up the nail between the ulna and radius bones of his lower arm. Having read biology textbooks extensively, Jarek had an unnerving knowledge of the workings of the human body. He raised the hammer and with a bloody-toothed grin slammed it down to hammer the nail through flesh and into the ground. His wrist was next, and then the other man's arm. His hands were slick with blood from both the scientist and himself - the stitches on his fingers had split, but he was in his own element now and so didn't even notice.
"You'll both tell me everything, now. You realy ought to."
He smiled at his handiwork and got up with some difficulty, wobbling back and forth. He seemed to flicker and grow faint before his huge reptilian form stood where the skinny, tall man was a second ago. He turned to the girl and gently picked her up in his jaws, placing her beside the tortured form of the man. He watched them both with his yellow eyes, lying on his stomach. His tail swished against the ground. A low, rumbling growl spilled from between his teeth as he watched them both; a warning for them to answer his question.
"You must be here for a reason. What did you do? Who are you?" he demanded.
He looked over to the girl, and his stomach growled again. In his mind, his long teeth - nearly draconic, as if he was from a fairytale - tore through her flesh. He steadily watched her.
"And what did you do?" he asked her.
Shoving the scientist back with surprising strength, he pulled a claw hammer and nails from the box, leering down at the man. His head swam, but when he got down, the immense pain shooting through his legs made everything hyperrealistic, colours brighter, noises louder, if only for a second. He groaned in pain, but tried to ignore it. He had a job to do, after all. His first job for Caine.
"I'm used to doing this with a nailgun. Do forgive me if I make this too slow," he said with an almost pleasant smile.
Pinning one of the man's arms down, he lined up the nail between the ulna and radius bones of his lower arm. Having read biology textbooks extensively, Jarek had an unnerving knowledge of the workings of the human body. He raised the hammer and with a bloody-toothed grin slammed it down to hammer the nail through flesh and into the ground. His wrist was next, and then the other man's arm. His hands were slick with blood from both the scientist and himself - the stitches on his fingers had split, but he was in his own element now and so didn't even notice.
"You'll both tell me everything, now. You realy ought to."
He smiled at his handiwork and got up with some difficulty, wobbling back and forth. He seemed to flicker and grow faint before his huge reptilian form stood where the skinny, tall man was a second ago. He turned to the girl and gently picked her up in his jaws, placing her beside the tortured form of the man. He watched them both with his yellow eyes, lying on his stomach. His tail swished against the ground. A low, rumbling growl spilled from between his teeth as he watched them both; a warning for them to answer his question.
Unnerved by the girl talking so quickly, Jarek prodded her with his snout to try and silence her. He couldn't speak like this - not in a human tongue, anyway - and so relied on obvious visual cues to tell people things. He looked back at the scientist and growled, showing his long claws - they were dagger-sharp and long, and currently covered in blood from his split stitches. An obvious cue to tell everything. When he heard the door, however, he twitched and looked up, turning human.
"Yes?" he asked, cautious.
The boxcutter was still in his hand and he leant against the wall, his breathing shallow as he rode through the near-unbearable pain.
"Yes?" he asked, cautious.
The boxcutter was still in his hand and he leant against the wall, his breathing shallow as he rode through the near-unbearable pain.
He looked down at the girl, eyebrows raised. He saw no reason to help her. Jarek only did things for favours, apart from where his superiors were concerned. His sociopathic mind couldn't handle empathy well at all. The man was quite selfish in a way, only bothered with himself and his own concerns. He grabbed the girl so she couldn't run off.
"In here."
He quickly wondered if he'd get into trouble, and then shook his head a little. He'd done nothing but follow orders, and he was even now. He caught the last few words the girl gabbled, however, and tilted his head.
"Kill us how? I'm useful. Maybe you, but I don't know if they'd kill me," he said with a sly grin.
Arrogant indeed. But also, he knew he was likely telling the truth. He couldn't forsee them getting rid of him if he was already working despite his injuries. He glanced over to the scientist and snorted. Despite the position he was in, he was laughing at the girl? Very classy.
"In here."
He quickly wondered if he'd get into trouble, and then shook his head a little. He'd done nothing but follow orders, and he was even now. He caught the last few words the girl gabbled, however, and tilted his head.
"Kill us how? I'm useful. Maybe you, but I don't know if they'd kill me," he said with a sly grin.
Arrogant indeed. But also, he knew he was likely telling the truth. He couldn't forsee them getting rid of him if he was already working despite his injuries. He glanced over to the scientist and snorted. Despite the position he was in, he was laughing at the girl? Very classy.
Jarek had never liked chasing things. He couldn't move very fast in either form, either due to pain or being a huge crocodilian creature. And now he was expected to chase a girl who could move that fast, whilst he was starving and dizzy from anaesthetic? The stitches in his legs and back would split open pretty soon if he kept having to move around so much. He glowered at the scientist and growled.
"You'd do better keeping your mouth shut. You're not in a very good place to be so damn smug," he said, then looked to the other scientists. "Please, I'm very hungry and I don't want him to die of bloodloss because I'm not finished yet, sirs."
Once again, his tone was polite and he seemed cordial. He kept eye contact with his victim whilst he shifted again into his monstrous form. Yes, this was definitely no good for his back. He snorted irritably; at least he wasn't as woozy like this. The huge creature made its way towards the scientist first, crouching down and showing its huge teeth. Taking a leg roughly in his dripping maw, he bit down, crunching bone and sinew with his teeth. The long canines cut through flesh easily, scissor sharp. With a yank of his huge horned head, he pulled the remnants of the leg free from the body and went to work hungrily gnawing and chewing, his long tongue scooping marrow free of shattered bone. He glanced to the two scientists with his piercing yellow eyes and nudged one with his snout with an almost dog-like whine. The gesture was intended to be respectful and friendly, as if he was apologising and promising to do his work now.
Trying to avoid catching his horns or spines on the ceiling, he trotted in the general direction the girl ran in, half-leg still hanging out of his mouth. It was hard to smell like this, with his tongue coated in blood.
"You'd do better keeping your mouth shut. You're not in a very good place to be so damn smug," he said, then looked to the other scientists. "Please, I'm very hungry and I don't want him to die of bloodloss because I'm not finished yet, sirs."
Once again, his tone was polite and he seemed cordial. He kept eye contact with his victim whilst he shifted again into his monstrous form. Yes, this was definitely no good for his back. He snorted irritably; at least he wasn't as woozy like this. The huge creature made its way towards the scientist first, crouching down and showing its huge teeth. Taking a leg roughly in his dripping maw, he bit down, crunching bone and sinew with his teeth. The long canines cut through flesh easily, scissor sharp. With a yank of his huge horned head, he pulled the remnants of the leg free from the body and went to work hungrily gnawing and chewing, his long tongue scooping marrow free of shattered bone. He glanced to the two scientists with his piercing yellow eyes and nudged one with his snout with an almost dog-like whine. The gesture was intended to be respectful and friendly, as if he was apologising and promising to do his work now.
Trying to avoid catching his horns or spines on the ceiling, he trotted in the general direction the girl ran in, half-leg still hanging out of his mouth. It was hard to smell like this, with his tongue coated in blood.
No, the stench of blood was too thick - he couldn't tail the girl properly. Jarek gobbled as much of the leg as he could, holding it with his great claws and ripping flesh clean off the bone with his powerful jaws. He dropped it and licked his snout and claws clean. The meal - or rather, snack - had cleared his head some, and although he ached and hurt, he didn't feel as weak and wobbly any more. He really wanted to get back to his job interrogating that scientist, and so resolved to catch the girl as fast as he could.
Flicking out his tongue, he scented her and ambled in that direction, ignoring those around him. His sole focus was on completing this task. A strange sound, however, caught his attention and he paused to listen to Caine speak.
I'll just knock her out and carry her back in my mouth, in that case, he thought before heading off again.
His pace was relatively slow but steady, and his brain was ticking away. The girl looked like a maintenance worker... where would she hide? Would she attempt to escape the building altogether? He grunted in frustration as he realised he didn't have enough knowledge of the place to outsmart her. He'd just have to stalk, slowly and surely. He followed the path he smelt, the stench of blood still thick but not overbearing. The girl was easy to scent and follow.
Flicking out his tongue, he scented her and ambled in that direction, ignoring those around him. His sole focus was on completing this task. A strange sound, however, caught his attention and he paused to listen to Caine speak.
I'll just knock her out and carry her back in my mouth, in that case, he thought before heading off again.
His pace was relatively slow but steady, and his brain was ticking away. The girl looked like a maintenance worker... where would she hide? Would she attempt to escape the building altogether? He grunted in frustration as he realised he didn't have enough knowledge of the place to outsmart her. He'd just have to stalk, slowly and surely. He followed the path he smelt, the stench of blood still thick but not overbearing. The girl was easy to scent and follow.
Jarek twitched and stopped his steady pursuit as he heard a loud bang. Sounded like someone running into something... he flicked his tongue out and grumbled a little. The sooner this was over, the better. He followed her smell doggedly, at first heading straight past the room she'd hidden in. The scent trail ended a little while after and he paused, stumped. He couldn't smell anything that might have been used to hide her. There was no heady reek of mint, nor was there any flowing water she could have ran through. He turned back, followed the trail again. This time it lead him to a door.
If Jarek could grin like this, he would have. Yes, he realised he could smell her fear now. With a hooked claw, he opened the door and poked his snout in. The girl was easy to find. He went to pick her up in his strong jaws, looking triumphant. What now? He had to take her back to the scientists, he supposed, although he really should try making it easier for them. Well, he'd see how compliant she was held gently between such huge teeth, capable of snapping closed at any time. His breath reeked of blood.
If Jarek could grin like this, he would have. Yes, he realised he could smell her fear now. With a hooked claw, he opened the door and poked his snout in. The girl was easy to find. He went to pick her up in his strong jaws, looking triumphant. What now? He had to take her back to the scientists, he supposed, although he really should try making it easier for them. Well, he'd see how compliant she was held gently between such huge teeth, capable of snapping closed at any time. His breath reeked of blood.
The light that came through did not illuminate the girl, but the monster could smell her easily. Figuring where she was through this alone, he snatched her up, snarling ferally. His fangs likely dug in a little, but not enough to injure her badly. He backed out the tiny room, looking proud. One might have compared him to a dog that caught a stick his master had thrown and was bringing it back. Resisting the urge to crush the poor worker's tiny frame, he headed back to the scientists happily and alert. Blood trickled down his back, between the spines, but it appeared that he hadn't yet noticed. The pain would come flooding back as a human, anyway.
He joyously showed the captured girl to the agents of his new master, and waited for them to tell him what to do. It might have been a smart idea to knock her out, but he'd see. The spines on his back lay flat as he patiently waited, balancing on his haunches.
He joyously showed the captured girl to the agents of his new master, and waited for them to tell him what to do. It might have been a smart idea to knock her out, but he'd see. The spines on his back lay flat as he patiently waited, balancing on his haunches.
"I can keep people alive for a surprising length of time. Maybe you'd like me to skin you, then? I can tan skin, like a cowhide."
He scraped his fingernails over the cuts he'd made, knowing that the flesh would be painful and tender. He glanced over his shoulder at the other two scientists, looking docile once more, rather than wild and cruel. He was very easy to control, it seemed. Just let him eat, give him people to hurt. Or was it a facade as far as people who were not Caine were involved? It was hard to tell, and likely no-one would get a straight answer.
"Do I kill him?"
He hoped so. Jarek was sick of this smug scientist. He wanted all his old tools back; he was a wonder with a broken bottle and a blowtorch. Hallucinogens made it all confusing and made the pain more than real for his victims. He liked getting them addicted to more conventional drugs as well, and finding ways to keep them alive through the agony. The sharp pain in his back was just making him grouchy, and he needed a proper meal - a human one. The creature couldn't just live on flesh alone.
He scraped his fingernails over the cuts he'd made, knowing that the flesh would be painful and tender. He glanced over his shoulder at the other two scientists, looking docile once more, rather than wild and cruel. He was very easy to control, it seemed. Just let him eat, give him people to hurt. Or was it a facade as far as people who were not Caine were involved? It was hard to tell, and likely no-one would get a straight answer.
"Do I kill him?"
He hoped so. Jarek was sick of this smug scientist. He wanted all his old tools back; he was a wonder with a broken bottle and a blowtorch. Hallucinogens made it all confusing and made the pain more than real for his victims. He liked getting them addicted to more conventional drugs as well, and finding ways to keep them alive through the agony. The sharp pain in his back was just making him grouchy, and he needed a proper meal - a human one. The creature couldn't just live on flesh alone.
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