[[Yes we are. :B
... And Paradise is scary. o_o;;]]

The next morning, he figured he should probably either go to school or leave town altogether.
He found he could do neither, so after not sleeping for the entire night, left his house and went to the forest.
He wished he could do something, anything, to fix the problems he had caused, to make right the wrongs he had done.
If anything, he just wanted to rewind time to before he had ever met Paradise, and make it so that he skipped over the town he was now in. Make it so that she had never been scared like that, and could have gone on living without knowing he even existed.
He walked with his head down as these thoughts ran through his mind, not caring enough to see where he was going.
He heard a sound nearby, and stopped dead in his tracks, looking around cautiously. Deciding he was being paranoid, he started walking again, his thoughts wandering once more
She probably hated him. She should hate him, all the things he put her through. She deserved none of it. She deserved to be treated delicately and like she was important, because she was.
Not like some toy to play with and want to keep. Not like he had treated her.
She would probably expose him to everyone, now, and Dan found himself actually wondering if perhaps it were better that way. He clearly didn't deserve to live with all the non-monsters any more, anyway.

[[... See. -points to self- Not. Smart. |D]]

Dan didn't wake up for some time, but when he did, he was in a damp, dark room in a place that looked more like a dungeon than anything else. Lined up against the wall, he saw various metal implements, many with sharp blades.
Turning his head, he couldn't imediately see anyone, so figured he was alone. His head hurt, and he felt a little dizzy, but only one thought came to mind.
He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
Where was he? Where were the people that put him there? He only had very vague memories of being slammed against a tree, hard, and punched. If anyone was strong enough to do that to him without him landing a single punch back, he wanted to know who they were.
Most importantly, he wanted to know Paradise was ok. What if these people tried hurting her, too?

[[LOLOLOL I made your siggy so freaking MASSIVE. XDDDD
Wait... Now... I'm just confused.
AND OMG FUN TIME! 8DD
... I keep writing up all my posts in first person then having to change 'em. That's it. First person 'tis. |3]]

I heard a voice nearby, and my head shot up. I couldn't see anything but the shadows, even though there appeared to be a conversation going on.
When the man came out of the shadows, I wondered who he was. And why he was saying I was betraying something... I wasn't even a part of anything I could betray, as far as I knew. Who the hell was he? And what on earth was he planning to do, when he said 'fun'? Whatever it was, I got the idea I wouldn't find it so fun.
I didn't like being kept in the dark, not knowing what was happening, and it reminded me of what I'd done to Paradise. Whatever was happening now, I deserved it. I just had to make sure Paradise was okay.
''What do you mean, 'betrayig'? Who are 'they', and who is this 'boss'?''
Maybe if I found out answers, I could know if Paradise was in danger or not. I didn't want to mention her in case they didn't know about her, or were looking for her, or anything like that.
It was unlikely, but with the way things were going, not impossible.

[[LOLOLOL. Hopefully you will learn. Never to ask for that again. |D At this rate, Dan'll be dead by the end of the week. XD]]

By the time a few hours had passed, Dan was unrecognisable as the same more or less healthy person he had been when he had been captured.
He could barely stand, and certainly not on his own, leaning heavily against the bars. Both wooden and metal implements, and a lot of the time, merely fists, had been used to make his skin bleed and a few of his bones break, and no doubt when the bruises did show up, he would be black and blue all over.
Right now, though, there was just the immediately visible signs of what had been done. His shirt was torn to pieces, barely hanging off his back, and beaneath the shredded material dozens of small, painful wounds were visible.
His grey shirt was stained dark in more than a few places with blood, and where there wasn't blood, there were aching muscles.
He rested his head against the bars, closing his eyes in the brief moment of respite that had started. He kept his jaw shut tightly, and not just because he feared what would happen if he opened it again.
These people... They wanted to know who he'd shown himself to. Apparently, dragons didn't like themselves to be revealed. It was sheer luck something like this hadn't happened sooner. However, no matter how much hurt they made, or how much blood they drew, he was decided already that he would never tell them who Paradise was or where she lived.
If it meant more of this, then so be it.