Thread: Dreams and Hope

It was not a good day for Ryan Mesa. . in fact, it was about as bad as it could get. He had been jumped, almost two weeks ago by a group of half a dozen large men. They had claimed Ryan was a freak of nature, and told him it was their job to 'take care' of filth like him... being the nature of the creature that Ryan was, it was very hard to cause long lasting physical damage to his rather durable, near invincible at times, body. So the fact that he had been knocked unconscious for nearly two weeks... was troubling to him... the fact that he still wasn't healed, was even more so. The number of fractures, cracks, and breaks in his body alone, would have killed a human... thank god he didn't have a drop of human blood in him. The internal bleeding was the most troubling, the hemorrhages in his stomach, intestines, spleen, and brain was... frightening. He could understand how the damage had occurred though... they had, after all, beaten him with baseball bats, ran him over with a car twice, and then rolled him down a steep hill to die... he was astonished that he wasn't in fact. He had no idea how he got into the Hospital, but a Mind Melder had already come in, and sketched out what he could of Ryan's attackers. All of them had come up on police records, but no one had been able to actually arrest the six men because they never left their victims alive... well, that was their mistake, because not only was Ryan not dead, but he was a very well respected member of his community. He was a Doctor, and often did most of his doctoring for free. Anyone who couldn't afford a real doctor, went to him... which was why he knew so much about his own condition, even before the nurse had come to check on him. Yes, the small town loved him, and the six men hadn't counted on that. They where sitting in a Pub right then, bragging about a 'conquest', certain that Ryan was dead and they where safe yet again. As soon as Ryan had been able to, he'd had a nurse call a Lawyer. He told the nurse that he wanted the very best on his case, he could afford it. He was still a doctor, and a well respected one at that. He blinked his yellow eyes at the ceiling, his ebony hair framed his massively bruised face. He was naked under the thin sheet, because his entire body was a mass of bruises so bad, that even a butterfly could send him into throes of agony. He had bandages wrapped around his broken and shattered ribs, holding them in place while they healed... Ryan suddenly hated the blood he carried... morphine, weed, not even cocain could affect him. His bodies natural defenses considered them a poison and expelled the chemicals. While good for avoiding being date raped... not so good now that he was in agony. He groaned and swallowed thickly as cold air rushed across his skin, black scales gleaming in the light as his broken fingers twitched, black tipped 'claws' on each finger marking him as one of the most dangerous creatures on earth... a Basilisk... but not a full blooded one, or his entire body would have been covered in scales. He hurt... GOD he hurt... he wished the Lawyer would come so he could fall into blissful sleep and escape the pain for just a little while.