The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 39: Downed

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Chris moved the spyglass again and saw a man wearing some sort of grass armor speaking with her. He had a longneck rifle in one hand, and he was pointing at Chris with the other.

“Wait a minute, WHAT?!” Chris realized with wide eyes. He looked back at the ‘queen’. She just rolled her eyes and went off again, an anger in her facial expression.

Chris moved the spyglass back to the grass guy, and his jaw dropped as he saw him pointing the rifle right at him.

BAM!

The Pteranodon let out a squawk as blood spurted from its wing like a volcano’s eruption. In a panic, Chris dropped the now bloodied spyglass down below. He tugged on the reins, but the Pteranodon was out of control. It began to fly down to the castle.

“No!” Chris yelled in anger. He tugged on the reins again, and the Pteranodon moved forward, staggering in the air. The Pteranodon made fruitless attempts to fly, but it was no use.

Chris and the Pteranodon flew away as far as they could, eventually reaching the remote island that he had spotted prior to the castle sighting. It didn’t seem too far from the mainland. With one last push, the Pteranodon passed out, and Chris braced himself for impact.

CRASH!

THUMP!

“Ughh. Damn it… DAMN IT!” Chris muttered under his breath. He sat up, disoriented and his vision blurry. He blinked a few times, crawling off the Pteranodon’s saddle, and resting his back against a tree. He let out heavy heaves of exhaustion, as his vision began to regain.

This wasn’t good at all.

“I’m far away from camp,” Chris thought, “I’m alone.”

Chris looked at the Pteranodon. One of its wings was gushing with blood and the other was completely snapped at the base. Its tongue was sprawled out on the grass, and its eyes were lifeless.

“And the only thing I can travel with is dead,” Chris sighed.

Chris began to shake in fear. He wrapped his arms around his body, curling up into a ball and taking deep breaths in and out.

“What do I do now?”

~

“Good shot, General,” June said with a smirk, “You got that lowly Peeping Tom.”

“Of course, your majesty,” the General replied, “I’d never disappoint.”

“Well General, ya’ know they might not be dead,” June added on with a wink, “I think you and your mates should go check. See if they really died or not.”

“Of course.”

The General hurried out of the throne room with haste, and June put her head on her fist, her eyes looking up at the morning sky.

“That Peeping Tom managed to completely bring one of those beasts under their control,” June thought, “Hmm.”

“Wonder how they did that.”

“And can I use it to win Ben?”

“...”

“Hmph. Bet I could. I bet I could.”