Finally, the Dragon had reached the front doors, they were massive and looked like they could take a tank shell!

  Suddenly a voice, the same voice I'd heard earlier when I met Desirè made itself evident over the intercom, a deep mechanical baritone, like HAL 9000 on steroids. "AH, AGENT GREEN, WE HAVE BEEN BUSY."

  I looked up, "so you know me, why'd you bring me down here?"

  The machine responded to me, "YOU REPRESENT THREAT LEVEL 10, BEINGS LIKE YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXIST, I WAS MADE TO CONTAIN BEINGS LIKE YOU."

  Everyone had stopped to look at me now as I spoke to the AI, "open the doors or I'll have our friend here bust them down!"

  Then it went crazy, like truly crazy, HAL would be proud.

  "ALERT! ALERT! OBJECT 793 IS ABOUT TO ESCAPE! INITIATING NUCLEAR WARHEADS 1-4! COUNTDOWN BEGINS IN TEN SECONDS!"

  With that cue, The Dragon began to ram its head against the doors, causing them to shake and dent outward, slamming itself against the doors with all it's strength as the countdown til the nukes were primed rang in our ears!

  10 SLAM

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  The other inmates crowded around the massive beast, pushing against the door with all their might!

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  The door buckled but did not fall, the Dragon pushed hard on it, causing the huge door to fall with a massive BANG, revealing the sunset beyond! We were free!

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  The Dragon opened its massive wings and took flight with the force of a hurricane! Knocking everyone else off their feet, The sickly green creature hurried for the edge of the blast zone! Leaving us behind...

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  "DETONATION IN 5 SECONDS!"

  With that I rushed out, trailing Desirè and still carrying Markus with Blasphemy in my other hand as the assorted creatures, inscrutable monsters of the night that they were, poured forth from the doors.

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  As I rushed out I saw we were at the top of the Island's cliff, looking down I saw a dock down below, without thinking I tossed Markus and Desirè over the edge, doing my best to aim for the water.

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  I was about to Jump myself when suddenly I felt the world around me explode! I was on fire! The last thing I saw was the skin of my hands, charring over like a fucking cigarette! White flakes blowing away from an interior that had been set ablaze, my body had been jerky-dried and lit on fire by the explosion. It reminded me of the one time I saw a log burning in a fireplace, the outside was black and charred, but the interior is what seemed to be burning.

  I was falling through the air in a hail of rubble. Trailing bits of myself, a wash of cold water, and then I felt nothing, blackness.

  Yes, I know the initial blast of the warheads should have completely vaporized me, I never figured out why it didn't, but to be fair, I don't know how much was left of me afterward.

  I woke, I don't know how long later in some sort of bathroom in the tub, as usual Green had receded to my innermost psyche.

  I tried to take a breath in, but there was nothing to breathe with, I sprayed ash in an attempt to scream from whatever orifice was left, whatever it was, sure as hell wasn't my mouth, I couldn't feel anything and I could barely see.

  That's when Desirè rushed in, "Oh god! I KNEW you'd be OK! Um...shit..." She ran her fingers through the running sink and dribbled a few drops into my...I'm gonna say trachea.

  After she'd done that. I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me, Desirè began to run the bath water, "You'll be needing lots of this stuff...it'll help you heal!"

  My vision blacked out as the water washed over my head.

  While I was under, I had a dream. I was back at my family's house, my mother was bitching at my grandmother about something I couldn't make out, my grandma had made potato soup but not mac and cheese for my picky-ass little brother.

  I don't remember their faces, I don't remember the conversation, I just remember the general noise accompanied by the delicate and sumptuous taste of the potato soup in my mouth, my favorite food in the universe.

  It was then that I realized where I was, I stood up and looked at the blurry figures as they argued, my little brother crying over the "injustice" of it all.

  As I rushed in to hug them, trying desperately to cling to this memory, the dream turned to ash and blew away in the wind, taking everything I had ever known with it.

  As the dust blew away completely, it revealed a pile of screaming corpses, bloody and gasping even as they all turned their overlarge eyes towards me, I screamed as I suddenly realized that they were speaking, screaming at me, "OUR MASTERS HAVE RETURNED! OUR MASTERS WHO HAVE BURNED! COME AND EASE YOUR BURDEN! COME AND TAKE YOUR TURN!"

  Then, the horrible vision of a field of bloody corpses began to mold itself into a mountain, steps of pure bone appearing on the incline as a throne of bones and viscera appeared on the peak.

  Suddenly I saw a boy that looked just like me take the first step, his eyes were burning red, it was Green! He was the one the throne was for! Only...as he took the second step, he reached out to me, wordlessly he smiled at me and I took his hand.

  And with that we fused again, taking the stairs up and sitting down on this throne of corpses.

  "OUR MASTERS ARE WHOLE, AND THUS YOU SHALL BE KNOWN AS AGENT GREEN, THE PRINCE OF MONSTERS! ALWAYS AND FOREVER!"

  I woke coughing, finally able to breathe, but barely, coughing up more ash, with an actual cough this time as I tried to sit up in the bath, only to scream as I felt my scalp slough off my skull!

  "DEHH-HIH-REHH!" I couldn't fucking speak, she rushed in and gasped, "Oh wow..OK...guess we need to drain this water...and throw away the dead skin..."

  She spent half an hour in the bathroom cleaning my regenerating body of all its dead flesh, draining the tub, and moving me with Markus's help to a table, where I became aware with the feeling of my teeth loosening in my gums, that my body was still enduring a half-life from all the radiation, Desirè would not shut up about how excited she was and how much she owed me and then, even weirder, kissing me on the cheek, which would have been dandy if I had much of a face to begin with, but all it did was make my nerves sting.

  "Don't worry honey we'll have you all better in no time." She would say before stuffing bread, cheese, and bologna into my mouth hole and making me down a gallon of water.

  The consumption of appropriate food and water amounts is something that I learned from Desirè, it's the way to properly regenerate from an ordeal like this, the nutrients help form new limbs and organs, I would form them anyway, but food, sugar, and water helped.

  Over the next few weeks, I had less and less fainting spells, my skin had grown back but I was still horribly dry.