The Centipede (p)

He glanced over his shoulder at her, ignoring Myra's bite like it was nothing, "then what's with all the... the... Why would you care if the police come? Why are you so... caring? Your an investigator and I'm a Monster!" He hissed

He narrowed his eyes, "I told you, this isn't funny. Stop reminding me!" He yelled, his centipede tail growing twice the length it was and it spun around, crashing into almost everything. Myra had to duck to avoid getting hit. He yelled wordlessly and hunched over, pushing his fingers into his hair.

Ricky leapt forward, pulling her back, "that tail is an exoskeleton, like bugs have. Get too close and you'll be crushed by it's power." He told her, watching Centipede. Listening to them, Myra narrowed her eyes in determination. Leaping to her feet, she ran over and leapt onto his back, pulling her arms in tight around his neck to choke him and wrapping her legs around his centipede tails, to stop him being able to move them very well. Centipede spun round, trying to buck her off but she hung on with all her strength.

"Stop him, you idiot! I'm not the one trying to kill you!" Myra yelled, still hanging on. Twisting his dragon limbs at an unnatural angle, that looked like it hurt, he coiled them around her ankles and yanked her off his back, holding her up in the air upside down. She spread her wings, firing the energy spikes again and this time they hit him, cutting through his skin but the wounds healed instantly and she growled. "One thousand minus seven, bird." He hissed and Myra frowned in confusion before screaming as another limb stabbed her in the ankle; where he'd hit her before. "I'm waiting for an answer. I can do this all day." He said, stabbing her bicep this time. She growled at him, not answering. Ricky ran forward, trying to pull Myra away from Centipede. "Jason, stop! Your torturing her!" He yelled and Centipede's eyes widened. They glazed over slightly, so he was looking through Ricky instead of at him. He uncurled his limbs from her ankles and Myra dropped to the ground. He took two steps back, remembering. After a moment, he dropped to his knees, watching Myra try and scoot backwards, away from him, as best she could with all the injuries he'd given her.

He kept staring at Myra, as Ricky helped pull her up and take her over to a chair so she could sit down. He left to get a first aid kit. "What's wrong with me? I'm as bad as they were." He muttered, the centipede tails withdrawing into his back

"I don't know how. Centipede just... takes over." He mumbled

"I'm so sorry." He said to Myra but she just gave him an angry glare as Ricky came back with the first aid kit and started treating her wounds. Jason sighed, glancing away

"Yeah... Just, don't get yourself hurt doing it." He said

He glanced back at Myra

Ricky had cleaned and bandaged her wounds and she was trying to get to her feet, leaning on the table. Kristi was back downstairs again, "maybe... maybe you shouldn't come by anymore." She said softly. "That's too bad. You make really good coffee. The only thing I can really stomach anymore." She muttered, turning to leave. "Wait!" Jason said, getting to his own feet. Myra tensed but stopped, looking over her shoulder, "would you be able to come back here, if I'm here? Can we coexist without attacking each other?" He asked and she sighed, "yes, of course. Monsters do it all the time. Of course, it all depends on how well you can keep that Centipede under control." She said. "I can do it. If you don't threaten me first." He replied and her gaze softened slightly, "sorry. Most passers through are weak things, not worth my time, but when I smelt you... I guess I got a little crazy." She said. Jason stepped slowly towards her and held out his hand, in a gesture of peace. Myra hesitated a moment, staring at his face for any sign of a trap. Seeming satisfied, she closed the gap and put her hand in his.