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Dragonblood, Ch.1 AJ

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The last thing I remember was walking home from school.  My birthday was coming up on the 26th.  I think it was November 10th at the time, very windy that day.  Anyways, I was walking when I got hit in the head from behind and got knocked unconscious.  
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I wake up, on a cold white table in a cold sterile room, a glass window makes up three of the walls.  There was a weird looking door in the wall in front of me.  I look to the window on my left, an empty room exactly like where I was.  I look to the right and fall off of the table in surprise.  As I sit up, rubbing my head I double-check.  Standing right there is something out of one of my fantasy novels, a half-dragon or something like that.  He looks about my age.  He stands slightly taller than me and has dark red scales over his whole body.  His face is still human, just covered in scales.  He has short hair the same color.  He walks over to the window and smirks before saying something I can't here through the glass.  A tail whips around behind him, long and thin, ending with an arrowhead shaped-spike.  He has small horns coming out of his forehead and wings, the wings drew my attention the most, they were generic dragon wings, big and bat-like.  I looked at his legs and the clothes he was wearing.  His legs were humanoid but his feet were clawed.  I notice the tattered remains of shoes in the background of his cell.  He is wearing the remains of a hoodie and a pair of jeans.  I put two and two together and hope I'm wrong.  I walk up to the glass and cup my hands to it.  I yell between my hands, "Can you hear me?  Because I can't hear you."
He nods.
"Alright, three questions; first, Do you know where we are?"
He shakes his head no
"You weren't always like that, were you?"
He seems surprised and nods that I'm right.  
"I'm guessing that you were kidnapped and brought here before turning into that, am I right?"
He nods and puts his finger on his nose, the charades sign for, You got it!
I suddenly feel an itch on my arm, when I go to scratch it, it feels wrong.  I look at it and see grey scales slowly climbing their way up my arm.  I look at the half dragon guy- I'll just call him "Red"- and back to my arm.  My whole forearm is covered now.  I'm guessing my hair is also the same color as my new scales.  I remember Red's clothes and take off my shoes and shirt.  Both my arms are covered in scales.  My fingers snap and crack as they elongate slightly.  The scales have covered my entire upper body now.  A thin membrane of skin extends from my ribs to my upper arms and more are between my fingers on the lower digits.  As I watch, the membrane extends and my fingers lengthen even more.  My arms are now wings.  I stare at them and back to Red, he seems surprised too.  I collapse on the ground as my legs snap and the bones rearrange themselves.  My legs are that gait you see on animals, the double jointed legs that makes you walk on the balls of your feet.  My toes fuse and harden into claws.  I try to stand and succeed on my new legs.  A tail makes a hole in the seat of my sweat pants.  It's even longer than Reds and thinner too.  Instead of ending in a spike, it ends in almost a fan shape.  I think I'm done and I relax.  I try a few flaps of my new wings and lift a few feet of the ground.  I get a crazy idea and concentrate.  My wings slowly reform into arms and I flex my hands.  Red shouts, "Good job!"
I start because I can actually hear him now.  "What is your name?" I shout at him.
"Jake," he answers
"AJ" I tell him my name.  
I hear movement and turn my head to the front window, the one with the door.  Two men in more sterile white are there.  They have armor you'd expect to see on a bomb disposal unit.  They open the door and start to head in with batons, suddenly another half-dragon, this one electric yellow drops from the ceiling on top of one of them.  His partner turns and I hook his leg out from under him and push his face into the ground.  Thank you karate lessons.  He starts to get up and the yellow one kicks him in the head.  Before I can say anything he starts talking, "I'll explain later, do you think you can fly up there through that window?"  He points at a booth on the far end of the room.  I nod and start sprinting there.  I extend my wings like it's the most natural thing in the world and fly through the glass.  It shatters easier than I expected.  There's a guy in here.  He shakily holds a pistol in my direction.  "Whoa man, put the gun down and no one will get hurt." I try to tell him taking a step forward.  He shoots me in the chest.  I feel the impact and look down.  It didn't hurt me at all.  The guy drops his pistol and runs from the room.  I turn to the control panel in the room and open all the cells.  A bunch of other people in the same situation as me and Red walk out of their cells.  I count five in total, including Red and Yellow.  A large group of guards rush into the room.  One points at me and yells, "Stop him!"  
I give a mock salute and jump out of the booth and into the group of half-dragons.
My first ever story I actually thought up. I'm finally posting it now.
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Skyder117's avatar
ok dude, good story you've written here, but I think you need to work on your pacing. What you have here is a story fit for 5 or so great pages, crammed into this concentrated piece of prose. Thing with that is that everything happens so fast the reader can't assess it before you move on!

So, slooow down, stop and smell the roses. or to be more precise: take more time to describe the situation, the characters and the setting. And most important, don't forget you can get heaps of mileage by explaining what the character is thinking. He wakes up in a cold sterile room- first thoughts: "omg what is this place?" or "eurgh my head hurts.. what were those drugs?", stuff like that, it helps with the immersion of the story, and it helps lengthen it out and make it easier to read.