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Originally Posted by Fanfic Sanctuary
"Oh, god!" Beast Boy yelled as he dashed over to the dragon. "Are you all right?"
{I'll live,} he said, before lashing out and grabbing Beast Boy by the throat. {Too bad I can't say the same for you.}
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Hours passed, and eventually the security bots had extinguished the flames in the base below. It was at this time that Roll crawled up out of the debris to check on her employer.
"Silais! Are you all--" Roll's eyes focused in horror at the display before her. Silais was swinging a large, dampened sack over his head that she could only assume contained Beast Boy. Then, with a slight twitch of his eyebrow, the dragon brought his weapon down on the broken pieces of Raven, which were mostly scattered under the sofa.
He had apparently been at this for quite a while.
"Cut it out! You're hurting him!" Roll cried, as she ran to clutch at Silais' leg. But he was not to be consoled.
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ORA NA PETHANIS, POUTANA} In his basest mental state, Silais had reverted to his ancient native tongue - every syllable of which shot icy daggers down Roll's spine. In one swift movement, he discarded the bloody sack formerly known as Beast Boy in the general direction of the opposite wall and grasped Roll's ankle with enough force to shatter it instantly. Her sweat sock filled with blood as her ear-piercing screams were amplified by the tiny room. Silais lifted her inverted body into the air with an uncharacterisic gentleness and peered deep into her tear-filled eyes. Roll had long since relinquished control of her bodily functions to the nightmare that was unfolding before her, but it was at this moment that her bladder elected to empty itself into her undergarments and trickle up her thighs in large, beaded strands, remeniscent of a morning's dew trickling to the roots of a tulip. Exception being, Roll would find no nourishment in this sickly substance. With a wind-up that would make even Roger Clemens feel uncomfortable, Silais reared back and released his veiny, blood-engorged fist full throttle into the girl's head, cracking it like an over-ripe egg and spilling the contents onto the floor and through the opening into the laboratory below. To the tune of the various pieces of skull and matter gradually smacking to the floor below, the one eye still connected to Roll's brain had little choice but to stare in horror as the dragon began to viscerally consume the remains of her body.