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The cell was dark and small. Pale silver light invaded the darkness from a small window an arm length out of reach. The concrete was perfectly smoothed and sealed with rubber. There was nothing else in the cell, not even a drain. With a door that was watertight and meticulously built to have a perfect fit, escape was impossible.

Kaimera had inspected every aspect of this room, all the corners all the seals on the window, door, lock, even the tiny cracks. This cell perfect for holding him specifically. No such cell would be needed for any other sapien on the planet. From a fluid Kaimera shifted up into a lizard like form. No mouth or any discernible sex features were on his body. Only eyes, ears, and nostrils. With a lizard form he created yellow streaks on his back and made his tail bright blue. The form was to be unique but mimmic the people that had shown so much kindness to him.

Escape was impossible, so he sat and waited. Someone had known a bit too much about him and had clearly gotten some ideas. Kaimera looked up to a silhouette of a crow near the window. Then to the door as sounds and vibrations came from near it.

"Unit Zero One Three Dash Three Point Seven B. I need your word of cooperation or I cannot open this door," a dry, calm male voice said through a Leinic transfer throne.

Along the muzzle of Kaimera a line formed and split open. "I've no intent to harm anyone, else I would have detonated your transfer field on you," he responded.

There was a pause, which gave him time to inspect the transfer throne. They always looked like a series of concentric circles spinning and vibrating. How they vibrated, spun, and were piped told what the throne's purpose was. Since it was piped through the door and primarily faint it was clear the man simply transferred the air vibrations into the room, and let the circles vibrate to his voice. Though if the pipes or fields were disrupted with Kaimera's own Leinic energy in the right spaces all the energy would be released through the pipes. Likely injuring the other; there wasn't enough energy to guarantee a kill.

The throne faded as the pipes retracted through the door. It then opened with a tall human male wearing Helsparthii academic robes. Purple with gold trim, an archaic signifier of a transmuter, now a days they were called chemists. "Mmm... Things might be easier if you destroy me."

"Nonsense! I'm not here to force you into some covert operation to spy on someone," he said.

Kaimera watched the man as he walked, he hadn't followed just stood outside the cell.

"You've quite a file Unit Zero One Three Dash Point Seven B. Or shall I call you what the blightlings Call you 'Kiimera,' or perhaps what the lizards call you, 'Kaimera.' I suspect if I go along those lines, we'd call you Chimera," he said jovially.

"Kaimera is preferred. Unlike your people the lizards show me kindness," he said defiantly.

"Kindness is why you're here today," the man said judgmentally. He paused again and looked at him some more. "I'm a bio-researcher and doctor. My desire is to use your cells to create a catch-all cure for organ damage and general body repair!" The doctor's excitement at the idea was palpable.

"Mmm... I've tried that. My cells only last if they have focus and energy. Once I stop focusing on them, the person's immune system will destroy them or they die to anoxia," Kaimera interjected.

"That was noted in my intel records yes, which is why I've been working on a way to make your cells into the patient's cells." He then gestured for Kaimera to follow.

This intrigued it as it stepped onto the hard-concrete floor. The sound of the tough keratin claws echoed a little. "Interesting," he said in a guarded way.

"I thought you'd like that. The file had said you were a very moral creature." He then paused and tapped his chin and said, "The old Gilar files didn't reveal much unfortunately though. Water damage and time rendered them virtually unreadable. So, I will have to do a live test if you're willing to give us a cell sample."

Kaimera saw no real harm in this while so he continued to follow the doctor. The human was a head and a half taller than him. His own small stature was to be un-intimidating and harmless. Through the years he had learned what made mammals nervous, or lizards likely to start a fuss, and adapted to make life best for everyone.

"Of course, there are scary records about you as well. During the Gilar War you had been accosted and your family killed under suspicion of espionage. This had later been confirmed by a survivor's description on your method of... dispatch," he said and looked at Kaimera.

"My wife had followed me out! When I was met with arrows. They splashed through me then into her and my child in her arms. I can promise you if that happens again, I'd likely react the same way. It is only the natural response. Trust in me, the anguish you would feel would make you do stupid and immoral things," he said. Though the memory made him feel hollow for a moment.

"Indeed; but, had you my cure you could have saved them; repaired their wounds! I'm happy you're so willing to let me test this," he said as they entered a laboratory.

He looked about the room and saw all the best in modern observational equipment. All made in Vertist, not Helsparth. The microscopes, sensors, scanners, and screens were all powered by Leinic batteries. Clearly no expense had been spared in this research outfit. The fine brass and wood that everything was made from had clearly been sterilized regularly as there was no oily scent about anything. The tables had agar cultures and labels written in the complex character and alpha syllabary that the Helsparthii were famous for.

"We research pathogens here and how to cure them. Interestingly those poultices and drinks the blightlings have been using for years and years to treat the sick, are still the most effective for bacterial infections. Though we've found more pleasant ways of administering them. Well and what exactly those poultices and drinks were," he said proudly.

"Indeed, perhaps hiring some blightling doctors would advance your understanding further. They have a better grasp on biology in general."

"We do indeed have a blightling on staff. A young lady named Irre, she has been quite valuable in our research on bacteria and parasites." The doctored grumbled to himself for a moment, then turned on a microscope. "Come here."

Kaimera approached the man cautiously. He looked down at the empty slide curiously. There were small syringes near by, made from glass and some sort of metal and rubber next to it.

"I'll need a cell sample, what's the be--"

Such a request was trivial, cells were easy to give and obtain should one want to. He simply took the syringe and stuck it in him any old place and drew out a blood-colored liquid. "Here, I'm curious what you're up to," he said.

The scientist seemed confused for a moment then put a drop on the slide, then put a chemical in with it.

Kaimera felt the chemical immediately then sent his signal to those cells to die, they didn't. He then watched as the human jumped up excitedly.

"It worked! It worked! Now," he said as he put in a small film in with the sample and looked.

Kaimera already knew what happened but didn't speak up since revealing his capabilities was not allowed.

"Good good! It repaired the tears and fixed the sick sample. I'll need to make a sample right away. We've got a," he paused. "A woman who volunteered to be the experiment. She's dying of acute liver failure." The doctor had gotten to work with a few chemicals and injections.

Those last words scared Kaimera and he spoke out, "No! It will kill her. That serum will kill that woman," in an agitated voice.

The doctor yelped out, "Guards, it's getting violent," and stepped back.

Kaimera lunged at the doctor. Suddenly he liquified into a puddle on the ground. Three red eyes in the puddle noted there had been a guard behind him with a baton. He shifted quickly; long tendrils shot out for the doctor's serum. They never quite reached.

The guard had cast several Leinic thrones that had created pressure and a suction to capture him. A clear glass jar, a bit smaller than a human torso, soon had the black liquid that was Kaimera in it. "Got him," the guard had said very nervously. The thrones were then tightened and locked to remain.

He formed his red eyes to look up at the doctor. There was no anger. Only concern was present in them.

The doctor shuddered then straightened out his robe. "Good work. After I extract some samples, toss it in the incinerator. It cannot escape that fast enough. I have a patient to see," he said.

"Yes, doctor Kodoheim," the guard said.

It only took a few moments to use the injection port, designed to contain Kaimera to extract a large vial of his cells. It too was pressurized to contain and prevent the cells from breaking in the glass. The doctor turned one last time and saw the concerned eyes of Kaimera as he was carried. Anger, hatred, perhaps betrayal might had left him more comfortable with the situation. Quickly he turned to head up to the medical rooms.

As he exited a stairwell the fair Irre had met him. She was short, about as short as Keimra.

"I heard a commotion, is everything well?" she asked.

"All is well missus Irre," he responded.

"So, what's that you got?"

He watched her long pointy ears twitch as she leaned in to get a better scent and sight of it. Through her bone mask he saw her six-pointed white pupils shrink into six lines in the black sea that were her eyes. It made him shudder a little. It always felt like Irre could see right through him. "I-, I had a breakthrough with my Serum. I was able to repair my culture with it. I'm going to administer it to my wife now."

"Is that why you are terrified?"

His heart jumped up to his throat and pounded. Of course! She could smell his hormones. He had forgot that; those antenna of hers were far too sensitive for his liking. "Yes, it has been a stressful night. Now I must worry that this serum won't work after all my effort," he stated.

"Ohh! Well then do you need me to monitor Victoria as you test it?" Irre asked sweetly.

Her eyes had relaxed back into more of a star shape, that meant she believed him. "Of course! How is she doing today? I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to see her," he said and took some steps up to his wife's room.

"Not well. Her heart is still beating, but it is only a matter of time before she dies from mass organ failure. Her blood pressure recently dropped substantially."

"It's either this or learn how to give people new livers then." The doctor sighed and took a moment to reflect on his wife's condition. He stepped through the hall; the dimly lit area had the lattice of the window cast onto the wall from the strong moonlight which had turned red since earlier in the evening.

"Interesting it's a blood night. Back home they are considered a warning to stay in. Predators can see easier making hiding more difficult," Irre stated off handedly.

In the hall he paused for a moment as the idea of a blood night being a negative thing nipped at his rational brain. The doctor said, "It's a sun much like Sorm is. Just further away and a lot redder. It flares and cast dim red light on Endoryn," to impede his sudden superstitious thoughts. He looked at Irre, her white mane was now a soft pink in the light, that long cat-like tail still and silent. She really did look like the predator her species was known to be. The soft light of her pink antenna didn't help with the oppressive atmosphere of the hall.

A soft sound outside made him jump a little as he straightened himself out and saw a crow land and settle down on a branch. He shook his head and headed onward to his wife's room.

"You are so easily spooked," she said in jest.

"I can't stop an animal's claws and fangs with my skin, nor can I simply ignore the space between distances like your species can Irre. That is why I am easily spooked," he snapped.

They stepped into the room. It was neat and orderly; a strong but small bed was set for the jaundiced lady who was sleeping. Several dozen Leinic thrones were set up to keep her alive as long as possible. They were dim and hard to see, the casters of them had given a portion of their concentration to keep them there but would need to be re-formed within a day at this rate.

"Irre, you know anatomy better than I do. Can you inject this into her liver, I want it to start acting there first," he said and handed Irre the serum.

"Yes, just a moment," she stated as she moved up next to Victoria.

He bit his nails a little, his wife had gotten a little more jaundiced since yesterday. Her breathing looked more ragged. As Irre approached his heart started to pound in his chest, his stomach knotted. What if he was too late? Then it was done. Irre had done so rather quickly, it looked like a trivial task for her to perform. That took a lot of training for most medical personnel.

"There we go, you should sit here," she said and set the syringe down on a nearby tray.

"Thank you Irre. Sometimes I think you're overqualified. I'll call you if anything changes," he said.

She nodded then approached him and hugged him. This left him a little speechless. Her body was so cool, he hadn't expected that. "Um?" he asked not sure why he had been hugged.

"Even if it doesn't work, she won't pass in pain, Dena. I'll be around."

Had she smelled his fear? More than likely. It was hard to keep surface thoughts away from such a sharp sense of smell. "Thank you, Irre," he said and awkwardly hugged her back before she stepped out of the room.

An hour or so had passed, his guard had come to tell him that Unit Zero One Three Dash Three Point Seven B had been successfully incinerated, nothing but dry ash left. A shame, but he couldn't let that thing prevent the future of medicine from coming.

"Dena?" a weak voice asked.

He snapped to attention and looked over to the bed. His wife was awake, the jaundice was gone. Her eyes looked white and healthy. "Yes Victoria? Are you feeling better?" he asked and approached her side.

"I feel strange. Better, though quite a headache," she said and smiled.

"That's good! The last time you were conscious you were hearing voices, or reliving a childhood memory we couldn't figure out which," he said

"I still feel a little like that, though it's a lot better! I'm so exhausted." Dena felt over a bandage under her right breast.

"My new serum worked! I knew it would," he said overjoyed.

He was still afraid to touch his wife; she had been so fragile. That and the doctors said that the sterilization field can only help her from the air. He didn't want to risk her immune system not being back together yet. His touch could kill her still.

"I knew you'd figure it out! You said you were so close," she said softly and reached for him, she wanted to feel him, but withdrew her hand sharply.

He noted that, a little odd, but a good thing. "I cannot hold your hand until one of the doctors has checked your immune system," he explained.

"Sorry," she said sharply.

"No need to be sorry."

"I'm so sorry, I'm trying to stop," she said to no one.

"A-are you still having brain trouble?"

"I know you don't want to, I just want more time," she begged.

"Nurse! Doctor!! Irre," he shouted and rushed to the door.

He turned around and his wife had moved to the window. Was she okay? She then opened the window and turned back to him.

"I love you Dena, p-please don't be ang," she was cut off.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, a third split open on her forehead. She twisted and contorted but there were no screams. Her skin turned black, then she erupted in Leinic fields of a complex and delicate nature he didn't understand. This made him rush for her only to be forcefully pushed back by unseen mass.

"I c-ca. I can--stop it. Forgive me. PLEASE," she shouted.

He paused as this didn't sound like her, everything was so confusing. Would there be this kind of after effect? This did not make any sense to him.

"I love you, and I forgive you. Do not be angry," she said one more time. Then her hands formed into lizard claws, her morphology far more lizard like.

Kaimera once more stood in front of him.

"I gave her as much time as I could Doctor," he said upset. Kaimera sent a tendril of liquid out to fetch the empty serum vile.

"H-how? Is she really gone? Did you kill me wife?!" Dena demanded.

There was nothing in the room now but these two, he hadn't noticed Irre or the other two enter the room, confused as to what was happening.

"No, you did. You injected me into her. You removed my ability to kill my own cells and destroyed my assimilation inhibitors. You forced me to assimilate your wife," he hissed.

"H-how? That wasn't in your file," the doctor pleaded.

"I warned you, and now I've taken an unwilling soul into me. Against my own will! Against _her_will! This body cannot commit cell death and if contacted will assimilate any body unable to fight my cells off," he said with horror in his voice.

"Victoria! Bring her back you fiend," he shouted as the shock and realization came to him.

"She is now a voice in my chorus. A beautiful soul who died too young. Know her memories will go on," he said.

The doctor looked up and saw more fields form around Kaimera, thermal ones. "Wait don't!" he shouted.

At this point Irre and the other two grabbed the doctor and yanked him out of the way. The room got intensely hot, so hot the white light was almost blinding. Then the room was virtually no more, even the bed was gone. The ghost shape of the medical thrones still visible now off a bare dirt floor, the wall gone and garden outside exposed.

"You injected your wife with Kiimera!!" Irre said shocked. She then harshly grabbed his ear and twisted.

"A-ah ah!! Stop!" Dena tried to wriggle away a little but was halted as she gripped harder.

"No! You need to listen!"

Irre's tail flicked around behind her like an irritated cat. The other two had run off, likely to fetch guards as if queued by this action. "My people have learned to take Kiimera's word at value. If the myth warned you, you should have listened," she said sternly. Irre then let his ear go as the guards arrived.

"I..." he tried to say.

"No, the director is the only person you will speak to, go!" she hissed.

Irre then stepped into the destroyed room to see what became of Kiimera.

In the garden dozens of crows had all been perched on the bushes, branches, ledges and features. All of them had three red eyes, bone face plates, and were staring at her. A black liquid slithered away from the ruined room. A large glass vial was being carried within it. For a moment it stood still and trembled. The file then turned white and vanished. Then the puddle broke into a dozen more bird like shapes and fluttered away.

Irre had heard of sights like this before in songs about the altruistic hell monster that was Kiimera. It was said that the hell monster could kill every living creature on the planet. Such a thing was only possible if Kiimera did not fear being alone more than death.

Irre then raised a hand to wave the myth goodbye.