cometotheberkside

17 Jul 2014, 16:31

I like the title names, it brings some insight to what the chapter tells you.

Toothless123

17 Jul 2014, 16:45

cometotheberkside

17 Jul 2014, 16:31

I like the title names, it brings some insight to what the chapter tells you.

Did you like this chapter though?

Fireproof - Chapter Eight: The Dragon Trappers' Return

 

I growled in satisfaction when I saw a small ship approaching.
The ship sailed up to the side of my ship, and I was pleased to see cages of dragons, every one of them screeching, in fear and terror.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' I screamed, and banged my staff on the side of the ship to silence them.
Instantly, everybody, man and dragon, was silent.
"Move those cages over, lads.' the leader of the trappers commanded. 'I need to have a talk with our- erm, employer.'
He jumped over the side of his ship onto mine.
Immediately, my soldiers approached him, with swords drawn.
'My friends, my friends- please, is there any need for weapons?'
He walked over to me.
'Drago! My good friend, how're you doing?' he asked good-naturedly.
I growled, expressing my displeasure.
He had the sense to be quiet.
'How many dragons?'
'Always straight to the point, Drago. I like that about you. Anyway, the men are just preparing the cages, and we've exceeded your requirements, as usual.'
'As usual?' I asked, incredulously.
'Yes. We always exceed your requirements, don't we?'
'You are still alive, aren't you?'
'Erm, yes...'
'Then you are indeed "exceeding my requirements", boy.'
'Ah. Right. Good to know, Drago.'
'Now, come with me, boy.'
He followed me over to the cage where the Night Fury was being held.
I grabbed two unlit flares from the holder on the wall, next to the cage, and lit them on a brazier.
Then I proceeded to open the cage with a lever.
'None of the dragons you could ever bring me compare to this beauty...'

Toothless123

18 Jul 2014, 16:56

Eret, clearly.

Fireproof - Chapter Nine: Dragon Hand

 

'So, um, Drago, where is this dragon?'
'You will see.'
I waved my flare onto a dark shape, the firelight illuminating a pair of luminous, green, half-open eyes.
'WAKE UP!' I screamed, kicking her side. She roared in pain, and whipped her head around.
'You long to spring on me, to tear me apart, for daring to kick you, don't you, Night Fury?!' I snarled.
'You can tear anyone apart that you want, in time. Well, anyone that you are ordered to tear apart.
But you will not tear me apart. I realise that I will not have to worry about that: I have broken you enough, so that you would not dare.'
I motioned for the boy to sit down next to her. He was clearly apprehensive about this, but he obliged, knowing that he had no choice.
'Now, boy, the plans for my new hand are almost complete. I have already started to forge it. But there is one last thing I need.'
'And what would that be, Drago?'
'I need five of the Night Fury's talons for my new fingers.' I brandished the hook of my staff in front of his face and smiled cruelly.

Fireproof - Chapter Ten: Claws

 

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRR!'
The Night Fury roared in pain. I smiled, and pulled the last claw with the hook of my staff off.
I added it to the pile of four other claws, all of which were splattered with her blood.
The boy covered his face with his hands.
I snorted.
'And you call yourself a dragon trapper, boy?' I mocked. 'You have seen far worse than this.'
He did not answer.
I got up, pulling the boy to his feet, and kicking the Night Fury again. She roared in pain, but she was too weak to do anything else.
'Come with me, boy.' I told him.
'Where are we going, Drago?'
'We are going to the forge.'
In the forge, several of my blacksmiths were hammering at metals, to make weapons, fireproof nets, and bars of cages.
'So, what are you here today for, sir?' a blacksmith asked.
'Get back to work.' I snarled.
'Have you finished the nets yet?'
'Oh. Not yet, sir.'
'Hurry up, or I will have another reason to kill you for.'
We continued to walk, until we reached a huge, metal door. There were words on it that read:
DO NOT ENTER, OR YOU WILL DIE.
"Oh, well, that's reassuring.' The boy commented. I pushed him roughly into the door, opening it.
'Is it reassuring now, boy?' I growled.
'No, Drago, not any more...'
'Good.'