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"I heard she's a sociopath." Said one of the interns to another. Maybe it was supposed to be a whisper, even if they weren't wrong, gossiping near me is a good way to end up unemployed.
"I heard she's the one that made the Basil-" The other intern didn't get the chance to finish before a nearby researcher screamed for them to hurry up prepare the cameras.
Today was a special day. The first live attempt at controlling those creatures that love petrifying people. I, personality, would prefer not being here in case something went wrong and half of the world turned into stone.
Unfortunately, I am very competent at my job.
"Hey, Neuro right?" One of the people responsible for the experiment approached me, what was his name again? Jeremy? "Everyone's ready to start the transmission and the eggs are already in place, just say the word and we'll start."
I don't bother to respond, just giving a nod to indicate I bothered to listen to him. My eyes wonder through the busy room, automatically categorizing my distance of every exit I could take the moment this experiment goes wrong. At the end, I focus on the main attraction behind a giant set of windows.
The Basilisk enclosure. Nothing grandeur, just a small patch of trees and a locked metal container.
By the blood stained on it, I guess the creature behind wasn't playing games. Ironic since that's exactly what this feels like.
I move closer to one of the windows, close enough to one of the exits to not worry about incidents without a solution. The sound of my shoes must feel like a wake up call for the more loud people in here as they quiet down. My position puts me far away enough that I can make sense of one of the monitoring cameras.
I stare at the cage.
"You can begin." I say, to no one in particular, but it's enough for everyone to start moving and start the live transmission.
Another intern – I never bother learning their name – starts speaking to one of the cameras, giving a basic introduction to what they're doing. As he talks, the usual alarms begin to play as the cage slowly opened, the lights outside barely illuminating the inside.
At the corner of my eyes, I see one of the cameras zooming towards the inside.
A flash of silver.
To the happiness of the people around me, the guy operating that camera isn't dead, whoever made these lens is never going to see the light of day again. A pity, Vedal would love to meet them.
A hiss stops any celebration. My gaze wonders to the slytherin creature outside of the cage. Everything about her appearance – no doubt it's a female – is dwarfed by the lower part of her body and it's purple scales.
My conclusion? At least I'll live, the opposite of everyone else in here.
The camera goes live once again, this time everything is dark. In a instant, the chat erupts with messages, it's numbers drowning any semblance of coherence.
Suddenly, the lights go on in a flash of silver. The chat slowly dies as the camera adjusts the brightness.
A broken window. Fire, somehow, at the corner of the room.
The feed cuts.