I just came back from church that social networks are exploding about me. Comparative files, broadcasts are in preparation and the hotels in the region are full of journalists and bloggers as well as scientists. The latter make me shudder and I can already see the needles. I have always been afraid of needles and even more so now.
I suggested to my lawyer to come and stay at the house because I feel I will need it and the neighborhood officer. Snacks and refreshments were delivered just in case. I also need allies and a strong defense. Master Martin has just arrived and asks me if I have a photocopier to print copies just in case. Then comes the police.
Where is the Dragon hiding? Do you have a permit to keep a critically endangered wild animal?
Master Martin opens with an expedited judgment stipulating my rights. : Gentlemen, this is Mr. Grham here. He is not an animal and here is a certified copy of his identity card. As well as an attestation from the judge that your "Dragon" is still considered a human being in full possession of his faculties but handicapped and mutilated. Here is also the handicapped person's card with his number.
Policeman: Ah, yes but...
Master, you have no right of seizure. Your document only concerns animals. Mr. Ghram is not an animal!
Policeman and inspector: Can we see him?
Martin: Yes.
They go to the barn and I am curled up in front of my computer screen, with a mouse in my hand.
SHOCK! The inspector sees me surfing social networks and taking notes.
Mr. Ghram?
Then I turn my head: Yes, who are you?
Hello, I'm Inspector Wolf, in charge of illegal imports of protected species. I apologize for my misunderstanding. I wanted to see for myself my error of judgment.
Victor: I don't see any problem. You are doing your job. As you can see, I'm deformed and I look like a dragon, but that doesn't mean I'm not human anymore.
Don't worry, I didn't import myself illegally! HAHAHA
Wolf:Smile: Yes, well if I may say so, you are a beautiful dragon! How are you going to organize yourself to live? You're armed with terrible teeth and claws, that could be interpreted as weapons for the law!
Yes, I thought about it, and to reduce the risk of public disorder, I had gloves made to hide the claws and a mask to hide my teeth and a cap to hide my horns and avoid flaying someone. I also have a cape to avoid cutting someone with my scales and not to be naked on the street. For my feet.paws, I don't know how to do anything but leather slippers to protect my claws. I look less scary like that.
Wolf: I see that you have been farsighted but I also represent organizations that could defend you, defend your rights and your physical and moral integrity. You don't know what life has in store for you and our vocation is to protect all living beings who are unable to defend themselves. Would you agree to meet with representatives of these organizations? If your condition worsens and you are unable to defend yourself legally, think of them as a safety net.
I wish you courage and it was a pleasure to meet a human being and a being as fantastic as you are. Here is my card and do not hesitate to contact me if you feel in danger.
Maitre Martin: I am happy to see your devotion and zeal, but the proposed protection implies the recognition of Mr. Ghram as a dragon and not as a human being. The comatose and psychiatric internees, even the most advanced ones, keep their humanity and their rights. This is also why Mr. Ghram, known as the "Dragon", has designated me and several other people as guarantors of his humanity. Even if doctors designate him as unfit, this does not make him a beast but a handicapped person. If you want to help him, review your regulations at the legal level. I think that anthropology and the protection of human tribes fall more within this legal framework.
Wolf: But that's not the debate!
Master Martin: On the contrary, it is! If by chance you were to hold the dragon, what would be its rights, locked up in the hands of mad scientists? without contact with the outside world, without hope, like game for a butcher. No, Mr. Ghram must be legally protected. Even if he stole, or spat fire, he was born human and will remain human. That is indisputable. His rights must also be extended to other countries because nothing prevents my client from being able to travel safely abroad for work or vacation.
His rights also extend to his offspring, whether sapiens or draconian, they are by Belgian law human.
wolf: I take good note of that.
Mr. Martin, I have prepared for you, just in case, a memorandum of our conversation in copy, please.
The lawyer then hands a copied sheet to the inspector.
Then the comings and goings of journalists and youtubeurs to see the "beast".
A leaflet reminding them of my rights on any publication and my legal status was distributed to them mentioning my right to claim very high compensation in case of defamation and any comparison to an animal being a form of racism severely punished by the law.
After signing, many scalded minds calmed down, fearing the legal consequences.
Then I held a kind of press conference or agreed to be interviewed. A lot of questions were silly and they were told to consult the established list of questions and answers on photocopies.
Journalist: Sir, Ghram, in the event that you stay like this, how do you see your future?
-I will continue my life as humanly as possible, even if I have to work in a protected workshop. Moreover my new form gives me other possibilities, like fantastic play activities and shows. I have always liked role-playing and I have a seam to exploit. I also have to train to fly and I am going to take air navigation courses, I want to exploit my flying abilities.
There are opportunities for me in maintaining infrastructures, difficult access, agricultural assistance at my farmer friends' homes. I love the outdoor life so there you go.
Journalist: You're not afraid of hunting?
-Hunting for humans is forbidden! It's a crime!
Other journalist: Would you like to be a mountain rescuer?
-An intelligent question, Yes without any problems.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
Working for the army?
- I don't exclude anything, but I love my freedom and I hate violence.
If you live longer than other humans, what will you do?
-I fear for the residents of the hospice. HAHAHAHAHAHA. No, my biggest fear would be surviving my children. That's my biggest fear, like many of us.
A career in the movies?
-I don't know, I wouldn't mind.
If you got taller, how would you do it? And to eat, it must be expensive!
-I would change my car! -or I would fly, it's more ecological and faster! For food, I would hunt game with a license of course! Otherwise I would raise animals, we are in the countryside here.
if you have children like you, will they go to school?
-Of course! I will see to their education!
If scientists want to examine you, what will you tell them?
-Do you really want to know?
I will open my mouth and tell them AAAAA with all my teeth!
HAHAHAH (laughing crowd)
I'm actually really afraid of needles!
HAHAHA (laughing crowd)
Then my lawyer thanked the journalists who were able to take pictures of me and some wacky bloggers took a selfie . It went on too long and started to get on my nerves.
In the evening, it didn't stop ringing and on my Facebook page, it was mentioned that the next press briefing would take place in 3 months, allowing me to settle down and take a break from all these questions. I need to find myself first. Appointments would be paid for, the money collected would be used for legal fees and accommodations and a part would be donated to an association for the medically handicapped, a bit like me.
My den was finished and various facilities were built for my future hunting, tanned hides, a smoking room and fridge as well as a fire pit and a chimney.
It's a medieval side and a high tech workshop on the other side.
I started to study the rules of air traffic and I followed the theoretical courses to become a pilot. That did not give me lessons on the real flying of an airplane. But I did not know how to enter the simulator, it would have been necessary to dismantle the seats.
I trained in hilly fallow fields that belonged to neighbors. I ended up taking off and gliding from one side of the valley to the other. Then it just came to me.
Flapping my wings. Easy, it was like climbing the steps of a staircase. I was really leaning on the air.
Friends came to watch me practice and then they applauded!
I went around above them and I was impressed, by reflex! When I went over them, they were bending down!
Journalists and reptile and bird enthusiasts as well as naturalists of all kinds came to watch me train.
After I landed, journalists asked me for my first impression:
-Hello, it's an indescribable feeling of freedom! I am one with the wind, it's like a child taking his first steps or when you hold on to your bike without falling. No, the view is breathtaking and a crazy feeling of happiness overwhelms me. We want even more freedom.
Journalist: Can you see us from above?
-I see you extraordinarily well as you see me here.
(I see other things as well, but I refrain from saying so, so as not to break the human bond I have left).
Journalist: you're not afraid of airplanes? and high-voltage cables?
-That's why I take flying lessons to respect the rules and avoid accidents. For high-voltage lines, I'm a basic electrician and I know about them. But everything is explained in the courses as for ultralights.
Journalist : If you have a license, will you have to paint a number on your wings?
- If there are others like me, I should, otherwise it would be silly.
GROWWL. Ah it's time for me to go! I fly away and reach my farm a thousand times faster than on foot or in a van.
Journalists are piling up and the unwanted visitors do not stop. It's even getting worse, day after day!
Now I have mail that I don't even read anymore. I get letters from desperate people and I ask for babysitting for knight candidates in short or swaddling pants.
I finally got my license and hunting permit while paying taxes and fees. I even studied for a forest ranger license, One Trade and a Ranger at a Time!
It's now been 4 months since I transformed and the harassment hasn't stopped. I have even received death threats. Some fanatics have called me the Beast of the Apocalypse and some have even tried to throw a Fatwa against me, an angel of death. But I didn't hurt anyone!
It's night and it's winter. It is -25° in the Ardennes and the tiles are starry with frost. I am with my friend around the fire pit. She in the sofa and I in my "basket", wrapped on my tail, nice and warm. Then I hear noise thanks to my super hearing. Burglars!
I smell gas and close my nostrils. Oh a membrane allows me to close my nostrils for when I spit fire, but I didn't train because of the journalists and I might as well keep it secret!
Ah yes, I see in infrared and ultraviolet. In ultraviolet, people look like scorpions under black light at night.
In ultraviolet, people look like scorpions under black light at night [https://img.wattpad.com/7f35e37e98ffb61f8ddd98a43ab70750abbdb658/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f384666684f4a49793637795932773d3d2d3939383537303735352e313635323865333932353565623763313932303535373935333533372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
With that, hunting is like picking...
With this, hunting is like gathering.
Shit, they are armed with machine guns with laser sights and night goggles! and silencers and gas masks.
Sylvie must be asleep with the gas. They will kill her for sure. They also have a suitcase, probably to take samples.
I can see all this by IR/UV transparency through the walls! I've become a super predator!
I'm going to slaughter them but I have to protect Sylvie, I have no more time to act, they are going up the stairs. They have a helicopter outside and I feel the presence of several people outside. It is not normal.
if i could make a protection bubble for Sylvie?
My crystal is heating up, I feel it and a current goes through my limbs through the blood vessels and a blue bubble appears around Sylvie.
Oh that's hard!
Then it started.
Shtup, shtup! the gun with silencer shoots Sylvie who is in sight first, asleep on the American sofa. Two bullets crashing on the blue bubble for me but invisible for them. They still shoot but I catch the bastard by surprise and without doing it on purpose I crush his hands with his rifle folded around. He shuts up after a cuff on my wrist.
The second one is lifted up and ejected to the ceiling where it will break on a beam.
The third is fired and the bullets bounce off my scales destroying my decoration.
Grr, I rush into the crowd and send the other five mercenaries out for a walk with a tail shot. One of them jumps on Sylvie to take her hostage but remains suspended in the air above the bubble, incredulous. I go out screaming to warn the neighbors but they have been neutralized or asleep, I don't know but I fear for them. The helicopter takes off to flee but I jump afterwards. and it crashes on my house which catches fire.
The man with the box flees and I let him go to save Sylvie.
If it could rain! And the snow began to fall, an avalanche! . The fire went out quickly but the damage is impressive. I call for help which arrives quickly and inspector Wolf is quickly dispatched on the scene.
I am in shock!
The old neighbor has been stabbed in her bed.
The mailman next door was shot in the forehead, fortunately his wife and children were at a ski camp.
The old farmer woman from the farm downstairs hid in the barn with the pigs after seeing her son murdered at night.
What carnage. I mourn the neighbors who were so kind.
Wolf : What carnage! 7 mercenaries killed including a pilot 1, a neighbor and a neighbor.
I describe the scene to him and he doesn't understand the ballistic problem that should have killed Sylvie. Bullets were completely flat, which is impossible unless the armor is impenetrable which is usually not the case.
Well, Inspector, I want to keep this confidential: I'm giving her a demonstration of the shield.
Shoot the target now.
Tchink, tchink, the bullets crash into the force field.
Wolf: Unbelievable.
Me: I prayed to protect Sylvie and it came out!
Wolf: People are ready to kill to know your secrets. Here I see 10 dead people.
I have to make my investigation but I should keep you in custody for the needs of the investigation. since you are too difficult to take, I ask you to stay inside and all contact is forbidden for the next 48 hours. did you understand me well?
otherwise I would have to reconsider your position as a wild beast instead of a human. Humans respect the laws and they apply to you too. Do you understand me?
- Yes Inspector Wolf!
The ballistics assistants put seals on the scene and since I was in the way, I had to spend the night in the barn next door with two policemen to watch me. They were terrified of me and had their hand on their gun all the time. Until the inspector told them that it was useless, that the bullets were bouncing off me. They got even more scared. I offered them a game of chess or cards to calm them down. It reassured them a little but they calmed down when I fell asleep.
Brrr. it's cold. One of the men being in hypothermia, I took him under my wing to warm him up. The other policeman also leaned against me to warm himself up and fell asleep.
We were woken up the next morning by the clicks of cameras for an article by strange jailers.
Morning press :
CARNAGE in the dragon's lair!. Neighbors killed, a helicopter crashed,
10 dead. What happened that night in December?