As both the dragon and the Dhampir lay unconscious  on the hard and cold concrete ground, the guards made sure to focus everyone's attention on them.  Though some guards seemed quite amused by it all, others put up a very stern and serious attitude. Some figure arose on the scene, wearing an expensive looking black suit, with some white sign on it. The man seemed to have a very important role, as the guards saluted him with a nod and the casual yet respectful  "Sir".<br/><br/>The well-dressed man looked down at the freaks. In the friendliest voice he conveyed a most serious and threatening matter. He emphasized that this should serve as an example for everyone:  attempting to escape was useless and that any and all future attempts would be severely punished, in such a way that one would wish for their death.<br/><br/>After that uplifting speech the freaks, as the guards referred to them, were led into the concrete building, where who knew what was waiting for them.  In perfect lines of two by two they were forced to continue  their way into the building, getting  'gentle' pokes with sticks or shocks if they did not follow the orders as desired. Soon enough practically everyone had a most depressed expression on their face, as they all disappeared into the building.<br/><br/>However, on the cold ground the dragon and the Dhampir were still laying. It was starting to get colder outside, but that made no one hurry to help the two. The leader figure discussed the situation with the guards. He wanted these two to stay alive and be a proper example for everyone to get some discipline into those disgusting creatures. Had it not been for the government, he would rather have seen them dead, alike many other humans. But as the government had made their choice, this leader could do no else than respect their wishes, whilst doing so, making it a hell for all the freaks that got to this place.<br/><br/>So after some minutes of discussion they had called in a medic. An official white coated medic came rushing to the scene, unknowing what to expect. But after a swift check-up with some marvellous technologic scanner, it appeared neither of the freaks had any serious wounds.  Though the kind hearted medic would have loved to help them with the wound the two did have, the medic was sent away. The leader ought it to be a part of their punishment, to suffer from any non-lethal wounds they had gotten thanks to their own stupidity. It might even help to prevent any future endeavours, he reckoned.<br/><br/>With the quick medical checks done, the leader gave a nod to the guards, then walked off to do who knows what. The guards, a group of eight guards, roughly dragged along the two bodies. It was easily enough for two to deal with their weight, but in case either of these freaks awoke, they wanted to make sure it was handled swiftly. After all, these were the examples for the others. The two freaks were brought into a cell without any means. It was a white walled cell, looking much like one of those rooms in psychiatric hospitals.  The cell wasn't really big, at most it was three by three metres. When the two were dumped into the room, they closed off the cell. The cell now looked more like a closed box, as there was no clear sign of what the door was and there were no windows either.<br/><br/>The room was a bit cold with fifteen degrees Celsius, but that was exactly what they had intended. It had been decided to put these  two freaks together into the isolation, where they were to enjoy the lack of comfort. The leader actually hoped that they would get into a fight, so that they wouldn't help eachother out anymore. It would be perfect to set them back with the others whilst hating eachother. Therefore they had planned not to feed either of the freaks, simply to make the confrontation quicker.<br/><br/>The room pretty much isolated everything from the outside, not just the lack of seeing anything else than this cell, but it was soundproof, as well as that it locked good enough to keep out scents as well.  The complete lack of input actually awoke Sapphire. For the second time today, he was blessed with a headache. He opened up his eyes, yet squinted as the white light felt bright and painful. Just stared at the white ground for a bit, as he was awaking and adjusting to the light. The lack of sounds already warned him. The ground already told him he was somewhere else. Someone had moved him, as he recalled falling down from the sky after receiving that painful shock, like being struck by lightning.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh he got himself to sit up. Carefully he leaned back, against the wall. He took his time to look around, eventhough there was little to see,-just white walls and the guy from the truck on the ground,- as if he needed a moment to register it all.  He could feel his muscles aching all over his body, even at places of which he had never known he could feel muscle ache there.  Gently he simultaneously ran his  hands through his blue Mohawk. Sapphire felt awful, and to make matters worse, he felt  his stomach rumble. How long had it been since his last meal?<br/><br/>Shivering slightly, he glanced down at the guy from the back of the truck.  What did he do here? What would that guy have done, earning him a place here? Though Sapphire didn't know much about this whole situation, this clearly seemed to be some kind of punishment. And it felt rather successful, as he was rather uncomfortable.<br/><br/>He wondered whether the guy was alright. He had such a pale skin, that Sapphire wondered whether  perhaps the guy was sick. Perhaps the guy even needed medical attention.  Doubting what to do about it, Sapphire looked at  him. Maybe he was drawing conclusions too fast. This was a strange place, with strange people. And maybe it was simply the freshness of this room that made the guy's skin so pale.