He had yet to experience the sort of chill inspired by a reptilian monstrosity speaking his name.
Chilton took an immediate step back -- a few of them, if one was being honest, and they were less of a step and more like a leap -- as his eyes rounded with amazement and his spine shivered. His heart hollered against his ribcage, scouring his interior with pulped shrieks of adrenaline; Connors had lunged for him. Connors -- if indeed he could be considered the same doctor any longer -- had made motions to strike, to grasp Chilton's throat and crush it.
The groans pulled from the metal and plexiglass nauseated Chilton. He had to order himself to keep breathing measured, controlled breaths -- he had to fight to maintain composure. The color had abandoned his face, but his shoulders stood straight and his hands trembled only slightly.
"Doctor Connors," began Chilton, his voice structured with authority. "You are under my protection now."
Possibly the wrong thing to say -- but Chilton couldn't help himself. Witnessing Connors's remarkable transformation, and how even in his lizard form the man could still possess recognition? That fascinated Chilton. It provoked a somewhat paternal feeling, even, something regarding his sudden want to protect. And possess.
Chilton looked at the cage, and how it shook. It would require reinforcements. He dropped the prod and picked up the extended syringe, and then hesitated.
When would he get another chance, like this?
"What do you want, right now, Doctor Connors? Curt?"
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Chilton took an immediate step back -- a few of them, if one was being honest, and they were less of a step and more like a leap -- as his eyes rounded with amazement and his spine shivered. His heart hollered against his ribcage, scouring his interior with pulped shrieks of adrenaline; Connors had lunged for him. Connors -- if indeed he could be considered the same doctor any longer -- had made motions to strike, to grasp Chilton's throat and crush it.
The groans pulled from the metal and plexiglass nauseated Chilton. He had to order himself to keep breathing measured, controlled breaths -- he had to fight to maintain composure. The color had abandoned his face, but his shoulders stood straight and his hands trembled only slightly.
"Doctor Connors," began Chilton, his voice structured with authority. "You are under my protection now."
Possibly the wrong thing to say -- but Chilton couldn't help himself. Witnessing Connors's remarkable transformation, and how even in his lizard form the man could still possess recognition? That fascinated Chilton. It provoked a somewhat paternal feeling, even, something regarding his sudden want to protect. And possess.
Chilton looked at the cage, and how it shook. It would require reinforcements. He dropped the prod and picked up the extended syringe, and then hesitated.
When would he get another chance, like this?
"What do you want, right now, Doctor Connors? Curt?"