“No really, I mean who would do that?” The girl sneered and shook her head watching the others reaction instead of the road She was young, and still believed that the world owed her. Her bright blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, curls cascading down.
“Obviously John. He's such a dick.” The other girl shook her head and sighed. The girls were driving in a small white vehicle down the back roads of Central Massachusetts on a foggy evening from a day full of shopping and gossip.
“Hold on.” The driver turned the radio down and raised an eyebrow looking out the windshield. There was a loud rumble from their right and suddenly, a huge creature crashed from the woods, blocking the path.
“Shit!” She swerved from the massive beast that now lay in the road.. She stopped her car and got out, hands shaking from the adrenaline in her system.
“Don't go out there!” Her friend warned, though she wouldn't heed the advice, herself getting out of the car, gripping the car door. The driver walked over to the creature's grand head and she looked back towards the car after a moment.
“It's a dragon...”
Two weeks later, Samantha Marks, a mythology expert was brought down to Washington DC to a press conference. She and several other experts were gathered to see what brought these creatures here over the course of the week. Sam sneered at most of the theories, but then again... they were dealing with Dragons. She put in her headphones and ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair, looking out over the room. Reporters were beginning to gather, talking amongst themselves in the Smithsonian. Samantha smiled holding her tablet, looking through all the assorted news stories they had been provided with. She frowned at most of the sensationalist bullshit. The dragon sighting, children reporting actual monsters in their closets, and then there was the more disturbing of developments.
Today the conference was adressing something a bit too close to home for her liking. Mutations. They had ranged from pointed ears, to overgrown I-teeth, to scales sprouting on skin, and most disturbing of all, the discovery of wings. Wings, bursting from the backs of humans! Sam had documented such a case in one of her roommates. They had always joked around she was an angel... but this... this was a bit much. Gabby was in ICU recovering from the incident, not that the hospitals could do anything but pump her full of fluids and pain medication. She was due out later today, after opting out of the removal surgery for her new appendages. Sam just shook her head. She didn't know what to make any of it.
“Experts, please...” A stage hand, motioned to the panel and opened a side door. Without Sam realizing it the room had filled, and they were all looking hungry for answers. She turned and walked towards the open doors, the last to filter through.
“Ok. So the press have been given some questions, however, trying to control the hysterics and lies on something like this is damn near impossible.” The gentleman addressing the group was well dressed and Sam figured he was the main speaker appointed to them for the press conference. He took a breath and continued “So please stick to answering the questions with as few details as possible, since it is a developing story.” Sam sighed, watching the speaker. He was handsome but in a completely nerdy kinda way. Think glasses, curly black hair, and a goatee. The kind of guy you'd expect to see wandering the hallways of the Smithsonian. He gestured to the doors and the stage hand from earlier opened them. The world went silent for a moment before the vaccum was filled with shutter clicks and flashbulbs as the experts filtered onto stage. A wolf like crowd sat before them, needing anything to sate the public for even a moment. Sam gulped and looked to the others at the table, the main speaker standing to address them.
“Thank you for joining us today. In front of us are some very strange series of events, even the rapid mutation of several humans.” Slowly the room full of shutters quieted. “We will address all of your concerns that we can, please understand though that as this is something none of us have ever seen before, we're working with very little information. This conference is to go over the recent changes of one woman captured on film.” As he finished he pressed play on his remote. A screen behind them started playing the footage Sam had caught of Gabby. Sam simply starred forward, having seen it in person. The four minutes of it that they did show was enough to make a few reporters leave, throwing up. Sam just watched them sympathetically. The clip finished and Sam watched as many simply sat silent, too shocked to say anything.
“We'll now take your questions.”
An hour later, Sam emerged from the Smithsonian, completely pale faced. The press conference had been a joke. She shook her head and looked up, hearing helicopters over head.
“FIND SHELTER, IMMEDIATELY. THERE HAS BEEN A DRAGON SIGHTING. REPEAT: FIND SHELTER, IMMEDIATELY. THERE HAS BEEN A DRAGON SIGHTING.” The message cycled through the air and the crowd went into a panic, all heading for the nearest buildings. Sam sighed and booked it to the subway entrance. People packed in and Sam pulled the doors to the station shut behind her. The streets were empty in moments and eerily silent. She stood watching the skies, gripping the push handle on the door. She hadn't seen one of these majestic creatures yet, except for the videos. There was a loud flapping noise and a long black body with massive wings blocked the light of the sun. Sam burst out from the subway and her eyes widened.
“Oh my god...” She breathed. A black dragon was perched on top of a sky scraper, surveying the land. It looked so majestic. A shriek emitted from the beast. Sam could feel the intensity in it's roar even on the ground. A plane came whizzing up and fired a missile barrage, all missing the beast. It roared and it's chest expanded. A bright ball of blue flame emanated from it's mouth, engulfing the plane. Her eyes widened and she felt someone pulling on her arm. She looked over and an officer was pulling her towards the subway again. She went but not before locking eyes with the beast.
“Hello Samantha...” The voice resonated in her head as she was pulling through the doors of the subway.
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