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The middle-aged man lurches over, hacking maniacally. He coughs up a mix of different shades of green goop and blood. He's struggling to stand. The handrails exist for a reason, but he didn't want to show how far his body's strength has crumbled over the years, and his own control over his own body, never, especially not in front of him.
"Dad!" His son yells worried for his father as he quickly comes to his father's side to help him.
"What are you doing!?" His father snaps at him, his whole body shaking in protest, swatting his son away, "We can't let him get away!" His grey eyes, greener than usual, glaring at his son.
"Yes, father!" His son says determinedly, quickly standing up straight, and leaping over the railing to get the escaping "guest".
The man's legs betray him, and he collapses onto the ground, panting heavily, exhausted.
He furrows his brows, Why does my own body betray me!? He thinks angrily to himself.
"Ha ha ha ha!" He hears a loud and rich dripping voice laugh from above him, "Isn't it amusing, you've been trying to prove that you don't need me! And look where that got you." His boss, Under, mocks him, "Get up." He growls.
The man struggles to get up as he looks up at the bright green, dripping dragon looking down upon him. His glittering emerald eyes stare into the man's soul as his tail flicks up and down impatiently.
"Good, I was starting to think you didn't have the energy to complete the mission." The dragon says, smiling down at the man, revealing a dripping grin, "Unless..."
"Unless what?" The man asks, still struggling to stand.
"Unless, you don't have the energy, and need my help. And I'd have to take control like usual." The dragon answers coldly, "Your body is failing you, and we both know what are special guest could do if he put his mind to it." He flicks his tail, "And we don't want anything to happen to your youngest, do we?" He borderline mocks.
The man flinched at the last part, he didn't want that to happen to his son, even if they both survive the job, the sacrifice would probably get away, then they'd both be punished for unsatisfactory work. He isn't sure which one is worse. There's no other way, it didn't matter how much damage would come to his body, but whatever it takes, huh?
"Fine, do it!" The man yells determinedly.
"Good." The dragon smirks, just wanting to see his servant defeated, to admit again that he needs him.
The man gasps as it happens again, like usual. The dragon's soul slipping all around and through his body, and his eyes growing bright green like a neon bulb. His soul slowly drifts into a type of limbo, getting less and less control of his body by the second. He shudders, not exactly knowing what's going to happen, but the bloody flashes of the other times gave him a good idea.
This may hurt, but he'll help again, like always, the man thinks to himself, smiling, finally losing the will of his body.
Nothing more than a barely unconscious soul, who doesn't even know what his body is doing until he regains control, then he'll learn.
Like always.