Mature Content Warning: Coarse language, inhumane treatment of cute girls, and graphic violence

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Scott counted the ceiling tiles for the thirtieth time that day. It was a repetitive and boring activity but it certainly beat remembering how he got there. It kept away the remembrance of the mental horror he had faced as he looked at the picture her parents had shown him. It was the picture of a young girl he'd crossed time, space, and reality to protect. It was the image of an innocent girl; a young girl captured and given to a sadistic jackass solely because he was licensed.

He couldn't forget her face. It was the first noteworthy thing he'd seen after he had his vision repaired. Two weeks after he'd been imprisoned on charges of assault, theft, and interfering with the lawful capture of a demi-human by a licensed tamer.

None of that truly mattered. What mattered was the rage that echoed through his mind the day he was arrested and then rapidly tried. He was surprised they didn't add resisting arrest to his list of charges. He had put up as much of a fight as he could in his condition. His soul-wrenching scream of, "You call this fucking justice!" as they closed the bars on his new home echoed through the empty wing of the building.

Scott cried in his bunk that night after the lights went out and no one could see or hear him. The local authorities had placed him in a cell well away from other prisoners. They suspected he had powerful gifts. He had taken a direct hit from a witch's fire element enhanced mana bolt and survived.

Despite his desire not to remember, everything that had happened remained crystal clear in his mind.

Xxxx

Chapter 2: Prison Blues

Xxxx

Early Morning

Ancient Forest

January 30, 805 AF

The blond angel wiped sweat from her brow despite the brisk morning air. Dragging this asshole was weighing on her greatly, even with her enhanced strength. Despite looking like a mere slip of a thing she had a baseline physicality that was roughly similar to an Olympic athlete from Scott's world of origin.

"Are you alright?" asked the blind man as he felt her stop. Without his sense of sight he was entirely beholden to her. If anything happened to her he would probably die. Of course, he didn't think of that when he asked about her welfare. He was genuinely concerned for the girl.

She smiled tentatively at the mild sound of worry in his town and said, "You betcha! We're almost to town. Then this guy will be someone else's problem."

"Man I'm glad to hear it. I'd hate to leave anyone in the woods to die, but this creep almost deserves it." remarked Scott with a sigh. He would get no argument from his nude friend.

"Yeah. I don't really want to go back, but I guess we have to." she replied after a moment.

"Oh? Why not?"

The demi-human shook her head slowly, causing her ponytails to sway back and forth. "It's the town I came from. Everyone knows me."

"Why wouldn't you want to go home? I'm sure someone has to be worried about you." replied the man with a tilt of his head.

She sighed softly. "No. I recently underwent awakening. My parents were gonna throw me out of the house."

Scott frowned upon hearing this. It seemed like a plausible story if he really was in one of his literary creations. Humans had a tendency to treat demi-humans like pets at best. At worst they were simply slaves that worked until they died.

Despite knowing how common her story must be if this was really the world he'd created, he felt the need to respond in a humane way. She deserved to be treated better than that. "That's fucking wrong. You're their daughter not matter what. How could anyone do that?"

"I'm not, not anymore. Now I'm just a demi-human, a monster." she said sadly. All of her former hopes and dreams had been dashed not long ago.

"If you hadn't come along, I would belong to this guy here." she said softly.

He companion frowned and nodded. It seemed like something cool to add to a story, but the reality of it was a bitter pill to swallow. He didn't think he actually created this world. However, he had gleefully written about it often enough. A world full of hot naughty female bioweapons that did anything you wanted? What wasn't good about that?

There was a lot that was not good about that, in reality. He did not even know what his new friend looked like, but he knew that she had to be injured from her fight and covered in scratches from living in the woods. She had a real life once. At one time she was someone's beloved daughter. Well, hopefully beloved.

A thought occurred to him then, but he wasn't certain how to broach the subject. Instead he asked, "How long ago was that? You know; awakening?"

"About a week I guess. I lost track a little. It started to get hard to concentrate on time after a few days."

Scott did a mental calculation in his head. If another one of the things he wrote about held true then she was half way to regressing into a wild demi-human. Depending on the kind of 'monster that she was, it could mean any of a number of outcomes.

The winged girl began to move again not long after the conversation died down. Whether she wanted to go back or not, this guy had rescued her and he needed help. She felt she owed him and it was important to pay your debts.

A few silent hours passed as they traveled along. Strangely, the typical chit chat one might expect did not occur either. They had not even properly introduced themselves by the time they reached the outskirts of the town.

"We're here." stated Scott's blond companion in a soft quiet tone. The man tried to cheer her up by talking about food and other amenities. Sadly, the light hearted banter did not really help her much.

What occurred next would prove to be both heart breaking and unbelievable. Scott had not remembered one very important item about this little pet world of his. The laws were rather biased.

A patrolling officer came across the trio as they dragged their injured captive along the dirt path leading into town.

"What happened here?" asked the blue haired demi-human officer in a voice that spoke of authority. She would have answers.

"This man attacked my friend in the woods. We need medical attention." replied Scott before he realized what he was saying.

"He assaulted you and your angel put him down? We'll have to verify your story. A tame demi-human assaulting a human is a serious offense unless it really was self-defense." stated the woman in a decisive tone. She gestured for them to follow her.

Scott opened his mouth again and said, "No. I knocked him out."

"Why would you do that, if he attacked your pet?" questioned the officer with a casual tone of voice.

This time his blond friend decided to try and help the situation along. "Because the witch this guy was using was hurting me!"

The officer stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head casually in their direction. Her voice was very calm as she asked? "Is that so? Are you saying that your master deliberately attacked another human in a duel?"

Scott blinked sending a spasm of pain through his eyes. He had not been paying attention to what he was saying and now he began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The situation was going downhill fast.

"What, no. He was trying to catch me and..." began the angelic demi-human.

"I see. Say no more. We'll discuss this at the station." She gestured for them to walk in front of her, and the continued in that manner for a few minutes.

Once they arrived at the police station their blue haired escort instructed them to sit down. Another officer came over to see what was going on and she nodded after hearing the story.

"Sounds like what? Interference with a lawful capture, assault on a human, and damage of private property?" asked the new girl.

"So far. We'll let the psychic figure it out." remarked their former escort.

Scott did not like the sound of any of this. He liked it even less when his escort turned to him and said, "You're going to have to wait in a cell till the psychic on duty arrives. If you go quietly I won't restrain you. Your injuries are severe otherwise I would have arrested you earlier."

"Cell?" asked Scott's Angelic friend. "He didn't do anything but help me!"

"Yeah, well, that's a crime you know." remarked the pink haired officer before she gestured for a third officer to open the holding cell from her desk.

The man balked despite his wounds. "You can't be serious about this!"

"Are you resisting arrest citizen?" asked the blue haired officer. She usually enjoyed it when they resisted. This was especially true of a human.

"Why am I being arrested! She was being attacked by some asshole that wanted to rape her. She isn't a wildborn! She has a home!" snapped the man angrily.

The officer shrugged. "Hey, it's not my call. Are you getting in the cell or not? We'll sort all this out when the psychic gets here."

Scott was about to spit out another hate fueled sentiment when the worst possible thing that could happen, did happen. The asshole on the stretcher woke up. He had been waffling in and out of consciousness for the last hour. The loud noise had brought him around completely.

"Where am I?" he asked groggily.

The blue haired Officer Jenny knelt down and examined him. "Sir. You are in the Oldtowne officer’s station. You were brought to town by an injured man and a demi-human."

He blinked slowly then suddenly a hard look crossed his features. "What happened? All I remember is battling a stray angel in the woods and then, I woke up here."

"We are awaiting a court appointed psychic to oversee interrogation procedures, sir. She should arrive shortly." stated the officer perfunctorily.

Her pink haired counterpart grabbed Scott by the arm and yanked him toward the cell. "Look, citizen, you've wasted enough of our time. Get in the cell before we add resisting arrest."

"How can this be justice?" muttered the man as she dragged him forcefully to the holding cell and shoved him in. He was thoroughly disoriented and tripped over a hard sleeping mat in the center of the cell. His outcry caused the blond pokegirl to call out, "Hey! Don't hurt him!"

"Worry about yourself. You're going in the next cell over till we figure this out." commented their original escort.

"What? Hey!" exclaimed the girl as she was ushered to a cell. A lifetime in Oldtowne ingrained obedience to the local law into her. Of course, even if she had resisted her injuries would have prevented her from doing anything useful.

The tamer who started all of this was left on the ground in the front room of the station. He wasn't able to stand at the moment and no one wanted to chance moving him further till a medicant arrived to repair the damage.

An hour passed before the court appointed psychic came. The officers greeted the girl in a friendly manner and then moved back to let her work. The tamer was easiest to access so she began with him.

She pronounced judgment after only two minutes of scanning his memories and surface thoughts. "His name is Henry. He was attempting to make a legal capture of a stray demi-human in the Ancient Forest area. He was attacked by an unseen assailant."

"Right! How certain are you?" asked the blue haired Officer Jenny.

"My skills are not in doubt. It is as I have stated."

"Ok, then. We have that much straightened out." said the pink haired Officer Jenny before pressing a series of buttons at the console she was stationed at normally. The blond pokegirl gasp aloud as a blue light flared inside her cell. Not long after the door unlocked itself and the pink haired Officer Jenny moved inside. When she walked out she carried a small sphere in her hand.

"Here you go sir. She's all yours." remarked the law enforcement pokegirl as she placed the D-ball containing the angelic girl into his hand.

"Heh, thanks." muttered the man as he pocketed the D-ball. He didn't sound particularly grateful about receiving the girl, despite the alternatives that might have happened.

"What just happened?" asked Scott from his cell. "Hey! What did you just fucking do!" yelled Scott from his cell.

"My job, citizen." remarked the service type demi-human.

The psychic sighed and moved toward Scott's cell door. She stared through the small glass window in the steel door for a moment then turned away. "He's guilty of theft, assault on a human, damage of private property in the second degree, interference with the lawful capture of a demi-human by a licensed tamer, and illegal immigration."

"He's a foreigner?" asked the blue haired officer in mild surprise.

The psychic nodded. "He may be mentally unstable due to his injuries. He believes he is from another world and he came here through a glowing light in the forest."

"Right, a glowing light." agreed the pink haired officer with a slow casual nod. He was either a dingbat or telling the truth. Either way, he wasn't going anywhere for a while with all those charges.

"Sir, you're free to go once you sign a few forms." remarked the blue haired officer.

"Free to go? He attacked a girl in the woods!" railed Scott. He refused to believe this could be seen as legal. Even if he wrote about such laws there was no way a place could really exist that operated like that.

"He was doing his job, citiz... sir."

"Hey, what's the perps name anyway?" asked the blue haired officer.

The still unnamed psychic pokegirl simply stated, "Scott."

"Good. Now sign here too." stated the pink haired pokegirl as she directed Henry to sign his release forms. He had to sign-off on what the psychic adjudicator had determined. He did so readily since he found no reason to argue against her findings. They weighed heavily in his favor.

When the papers were signed, she informed him, "You are free to take your new girl and go, sir. If the judge dictates that your assailant needs to pay restitution it will be forwarded to your bank account."

"Take his girl and go? Take his girl and go!" snapped Scott as he beat his fists against the steel door of his cell in blind fury.

"Yes. I think I will." remarked the man casually in a rather loud and obnoxious tone of voice.

Scott heard him clearly and seethed for a moment before shouting, "You call this fucking justice?!" in a voice so loud that it penetrated the walls of the station. A nearby beast girl of the bird variety screeched in shock then flew away with an expression of surprise etched on her face. She didn't want anything to do with a place like that.

The officer at the main desk console shook her head and flipped the switch that sealed off his window then turned on the muting spells for his cell. They had tolerated quite enough of his ranting and raving for one day.

Time passed as the man beat futilely against the ell door. Eventually he wore himself out and he wandered his cell until he found the hard mattress that he had tripped over previously. It proved to be the only bit of furniture he had to work with.

Xxxx

Scott sighed at the tiny window in his single-bed cell. The constant drip of water outside was slowly driving him insane. When the rain had stopped the incessant dripping had begun. Hours after all of the water should have run off of the building it was still going strong.

Three days had passed since his sentencing. The trial had been a cut and dry affair. He was guilty. No amount of explanations or mitigating circumstances saved him from his prison sentence entirely. There had been a minor bit of leniency in one respect. Due to the fact that none of the nations that had contact with Merika had him registered as a citizen, they could not be certain about his claim of otherworldly origins. His claim to be from another world was, of course, deemed preposterous.

Given the circumstances the judge found that it was likely that Scott was from a land so distant that he could not possibly have knowledge of the law. While ignorance of the law was no defense, it did afford him a minor bit of leniency due to the slightly heightened credibility of his claim.

The possibility that he might be telling the truth was only considered seriously due to one specific factor, however. He had pure human genetics. There was not a single trace of demi-human genotyping in his DNA. The idea that a pure human might still exist was almost less believable than his story of being from another world.

Scott had been sentenced to ten years or a hefty fine. Since he did not have eighty-six thousand gold credits or the equivalent in Merikan dollars, he was forced to stay in prison until he could earn the money. This meant that he was not likely to set foot out of jail any time soon. It wasn’t really a large amount of money, but prisoner work release was only authorized after a minimum of six months.

The man's musings concerning his situation were broken shortly thereafter when a vaguely familiar voice called out. "So, I see the criminal is still in his cage."

Scott tilted his head toward the sound and sat up. His bandaged head turned to the sound of the voice and he asked? "Who are you?"

"What? Don't recognize me? Heh, you're lucky you're in that cage. What you did to me in the woods would have gotten you killed otherwise." explained the male voice casually.

Scott's eyes were still damaged despite the minor healing he had received earlier that day. However, his memory was as clear as ever. "You're that asshole aren't you?"

"Asshole! You attack me like a common bandit in the woods, but I'm an asshole? Really, what's the world coming to?" snarked the man casually before sliding a gloved hand into his pouch.

The blinded man growled heatedly as he stood up to face the voice that he was growing to hate. The tamer pulled out a small sphere and held it up in the dim lighting of the hallway. "I went through a lot of trouble to capture this little whore. It was worth it, though."

"What?" asked Scott angrily. Something about the man's words began to set his teeth on edge.

Henry laughed in a falsely jovial manner. "Why my pretty little angel, she sounded so cute last night."

"Mother fucker..." growled Scott in a slow burning rage. He moved toward the steel bars of his cage with his body visibly shaking.

"Oh? Don't like knowing that do we? She's a screamer, did you know? Wait, of course you didn't!" laughed the man before he casually tossed the girl's D-ball into the air and caught it lightly.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you right." replied Scott in a cold tone. His feet touched the bars, alerting him to their nearness.

Henry shook his head and said, "My blind little bandit friend, you must be deaf too. I said I had her."

Scott moved his hands up to grab the bars before he spoke again. "A needle dicked shit like you? I must be deaf because there's no way I just heard that."

The tamer glared hatefully at Scott for a brief second then snorted. His hubris got the better of him so he moved in a little closer and leaned forward to speak again. "I was big enough to make her scream. Think about that while you rot in here."

Scott had a vague sense of where the man was at in relation to him. His response was "You like it when they scream, huh?"

Henry leaned in a little closer to rub the salt a little deeper into the wound. "I love it when they scream."

Scott's hands flew out with serpent-like speed to wrap around the man's head before dragging him forward with a hard pull. Henry's head slammed into the bars with enough force to stun him for a moment.

The blind man screamed into the mage's ear before clamping his teeth down in a brutal display of animal aggression that most people would not think of. The captive tamer broke free and jumped back with an agonized scream erupting from his lips.

Scott spat the chunk of ear out onto the floor and gripped the bars again before calling out, "Was it good for you, too?"

The tamer roared out words that sounded like some sort of magical incantation then screamed again as a crackling current of raw energy surged around him. The entire jail was warded against hostile magic and unlicensed psychic abilities. The etheric backlash rendered the human sorcerer unconscious within seconds.

The blinded man pressed his face to the bars and roared out, "You're so fucking cute! I love it when you scream for daddy, baby."

Perhaps there was a very good reason for Scott to be in a cell by himself after all. Eitherway, it was not long before an officer showed up to see what was going on.

"What the hell happened down here?" asked the pokegirl as she took in the sight of her prisoner's bloody mouth and the unconscious man on the floor.

Scott stood silently, anger etched on his features. He had nothing to say to her. The filth lying on the ground in front of his cell had no business being down here as far as he was concerned.

Another officer showed up not long after and the two began to discuss what needed to be done. Henry, the douchebag tamer-mage would end up being carted off to the local healer's union while Scott would be left to his own devices.

Later, a psychic came through to determine the cause of the incident. Luckily our intrepid inter-dimensional hero didn't get charged with assault again. The obnoxious ass had not been granted legal permission to visit. Scott's fine was raised another twenty thousand credits, however. Someone had to clean up the piece of ear in the man's cell and twenty thousand credits was deemed an appropriate cost of clean-up.

As the days passed the man worried himself sick over the girl's plight. He never even knew what she looked like. He couldn't rescue her or become a tamer and win her freedom from that bastard if he didn't know what or who she was!

Two weeks after he'd been in prison, and the day after he'd met with a goddess level demi-human capable of repairing his vision, a middle aged couple had come to see him. They announced themselves as the parents of the girl he had tried to help.

He'd had to bite back a stream of verbal vitriol that he desperately wanted to spit at them. On their long walk to town, the girl had told him about how she had been kicked out of her home by her family and left to wander the wilds alone.

As it turned out the girl had been wrong and this was not the case. Her parents had been looking for her for weeks. Scott told them the story she had given him. After some discussion it became clear that she had overheard them trying to figure out a way to get her out of town. She had needed to leave before she wound up as some tamer's sex toy. The girl had apparently overheard the part about how she had to leave and thought it meant she was being thrown out. They had been looking for her ever since.

Scott told them his story. They listened with wild eyes as he explained the insanity of it all to them. Finally, they sighed and excused themselves after thanking him for trying. Before they left he asked them if they had a picture of her he could see since he had been blind during his time with her.

The image the older couple presented shocked him to the core. Scott stared at it slack jawed for several minutes, before uneasily saying, "Cerene?"

Her parents gawked at him and immediately wanted to know how he knew the name. He had quickly lied. He had told them about some dream or other he'd had starring her and a magical interstellar empire thousands of years prior.

"Pretty freaky, right?" He had said.

Of course, he could simply have said something as normal as, "Oh, she told me." The thought never occurred to him, though.

What had really gotten under Scott's skin wasn't the startling similarity of names. It wasn't even the fact that she looked exactly like a real world version of a character he had created as a Sailor Moon spoof. No, what bothered him the most was the locket she had worn around her neck. A locket he'd instantly recognized. It was one of the reasons he had called the story 'locket girls' in the first place.

When he asked about it, the parental types grew quiet again and glanced at each other. He laughed softly to himself at the unsurprising answer. "Oh that? It's been in the family forever. We don't know how long ago it came into our possession but it's been passed down since long before the fall."

When they asked why he wanted to know he just smiled sadly, and said, "She wore it in the dream."

They let him keep the little wallet photo of her since they couldn't afford to spring him from jail. They were a loving family who greatly appreciated what he had tried to do. However, they also lived paycheck to paycheck.

Scott rolled over on his bunk, covering his head with his pillow. He hoped the pressure would drive away the headache he was getting. They were appearing more frequent now than ever before.

Two more weeks would pass in his solitude before the day came that next changed the course of his destiny forever.

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"So, he really is a dimensional shift case?" asked a rookie while leading the visitor down the alarmingly clear aisle. They had begun to suspect such was the case over the last few weeks. The suspicion had begun when no nation contacted reported him as being a citizen of their country.

"I believe so. His genetic profile almost guarantees such." explained the woman as she walked beside the police demi-human.

The rookie blinked at her then asked, "Genetic profile? What does that have to do with anything?"

"My dear Jennifer, it has everything to do with it. Just like most other shift cases his genetics are one hundred percent pure human." clarified the curvaceous woman.

The police girl boggled a moment at the thought that she'd actually met a legendary being such as that. The idea that she of all people would arrest a real living, breathing, genetically pure human being was amazing. They were like Teeth Fairies or Sandy Claus. No one believed in them after they grew up.

"So, that's why you're paying his fine?" asked Jenny.

The professor smiled and nodded, "That among other things. The goddess they sent to fix his eyes put in something in his report that seemed rather interesting. There is also the fact that Magna Potion worked on him. Those types of potions shouldn't work on anything that does not have at least thirty-five percent demi-human genetics."

"So the Magna Potion did work on him? We'd discounted that as he had still been nearly blind when we arrested him." said the girl with curious interest.

They rounded the final corner and began heading towards Scott's cell as the professor answered. "Yes, it was one of those highly condensed formulas too. You know; the kind where you are supposed to place a cap full of the mixture into a bottle of water in order to dilute it into a Restorex Potion."

"The fact is that if it worked at all it should have killed him. He was hit with what amounts to eight Omni Potions worth of healing in the space of less than a minute. Even high tolerance, high hit point, demi-humans would be in serious danger from that kind of overdose." said the woman, as she turned to face the cell with her newest mystery.

Scott had heard them chatting amiably about him as they walked down the hall. 'How very female of them.' he thought. 'They talk about me like I'm not even here.'

The visitor squared her shoulders and said in her most professional voice, "Hello Scott, I am professor Analise Ophun. I am here to take you home with me."

Scott glanced at her. He gave her a perfunctory look up and down. He noted height, weight, breast size, the standard for any male sizing up a female. He then promptly dissolved into a fit of post-adolescent giggles.

"Might I ask, just what is so very humorous?" asked the professor curiously.

The man chuckled and said, "Oh, nothing besides the perverse irony the universe throws at me. It's become clear that I've gone entirely insane."

The woman quirked an eyebrow at him and then smirked. This might work out after all. She'd been expecting a raving lunatic that bites off ears and spits them back at people. Instead, she found herself with a raving lunatic that bites off moderately witty sarcastic remarks and makes fun of her name. Oh yes, he was a very naughty boy.

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