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The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 51: Hardcore Reader
Part 2/3
Sam suddenly interjected and put her hand over Warren’s mouth.
“Don’t listen to this bum, he’s just an old fart whose bones are so brittle they’re fit to break,” Sam sneered. Warren pulled Sam’s hand off his mouth and continued to banter. Somewhere within that argument, both Warren and Sam managed to reveal why they were there. The man sighed and rubbed his face.
“Rick’s gone and now this happens… Whatever. I’m not taking sides here, so either you both come in to interrogate me, or no one will. Man you two sound like a grumpy old couple who hate each other,” the man said. Sam began to glare, scoffing at what he had to say, and Warren looked gloomy after what he said.
“Psh, just remove the grumpy old couple part and you’d be 100% accurate,” Sam said with hatred in her voice. Warren shuffled uncomfortably.
“Is that really how you feel about me?” Warren thought solemnly.
The man rolled his eyes, tapping his slipper impatiently on the sidewalk.
“Okay, are you going to question me, or am I going to have to shoo you away?”
“I’m not even going to bother. Just don’t question any of us,” Sam blurted, making her way back to her car. Warren leaned forward and quickly grabbed onto Sam’s hand.
“Wait… Sam,” Warren said. Sam turned around and looked at Warren with wide eyes, then at her hand.
“I know we hate each other, but… let’s just do this for our son, okay?” Warren pleaded. Sam frowned a bit, looking into Warren’s eyes. Warren could feel his heart thump.
“Fine. Okay, let’s go.”
The man smirked.
“Well, they say those old grumpy couples always make up to each other.”
“Shut up.”
The man walked up to the front door and went inside his home. Warren and Sam followed closely behind. Upon entering they were greeted with the fresh smell of papers. Warren looked to the left to see gigantic shelves that were absolutely packed with all sorts of books, from non-fiction, to fiction, from action to slice of life, from romance to fantasy, it was there.
“I guess he really is a hardcore reader,” Warren thought. As Warren’s eyes scanned the bookshelf, one caught his eye… The Obelisk. He could spot the author’s name on the spine: Moon.
“That’s the person I saw messaging on the Dex,” Warren realized with wide eyes.
The man cleared his throat and sat down on a rocking chair. Both Warren and Sam took a seat on the living room couch. There was a glass coffee table in front of Warren and Sam. Warren was staring at his reflection in the glass.
“I think we should introduce ourselves properly,” the man said, “I’m Calem.”
“Warren.”
“Sam,” Sam said matter-of-factly, “Okay I want to go first.”
“No, I will,” Warren argued, “I was the one who convinced you to stay.”
“That doesn’t mean jack, Warren! I’m the only reason we can even interrogate him right now!”
The two began bickering again, and Calem slammed his foot on the hardwood floor in anger. The two turned to him in fear.
“Shut up, your arguments drive me mad! Just rock paper scissors and the winner goes first!”
Sam and Warren turn to each other again, putting their hands out to play. The two squint their eyes at each other.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
Warren played rock, and Sam played scissors. Sam groaned.
“Best of 3.”
“Nope. Warren, you’re first.”
Warren turned to Calem and cleared his throat. He felt his face getting hot as Sam stared at him impatiently.
“So, um, do you know anyone related to the, uh, incident?”
Calem’s face dropped, and he looked at his feet with a frown and dull eyes.
“I do. My little brother Rick… I care about him a lot, you know. I was best buds with him. He became a hardcore reader just like me,” Calem said. He looked up at the chandelier, reminiscing, “Oh the days we’d get together under the big tree’s shade and read a good story… Good times.”
Warren looks up at Calem. He looked so sad.
“Poor dude,” Warren thought. He looked up at a picture frame on the wall. It was a picture of Calem and a boy who looked a little younger than him, and he also had blonde hair. That was probably Rick.
Sam suddenly slaps Warren.
SLAP!
“OW. What the heck?!” Warren barked.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 51: Hardcore Reader
Part 1/3
It was definitely a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing and the flowers were blooming. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. The sun was bright, but not too bright, and the clouds were there, but there weren’t too many.
Warren was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove down the highway. He was singing a little hum and was listening to the news on the radio. It seemed to be an announcement from the President.
“Dear citizens of the United Republic, I come to inform you of something absolutely tragic,” the President announced with a booming voice, “The seniors of Terran High, who were just about to graduate…”
“Have mysteriously disappeared approximately a week ago.”
Warren sighed and switched the radio channel. Good ol’ Guy surely didn’t know anything about the situation other than the fact that they disappeared.
Looking at his GPS, Warren could see that he was almost at his destination. A humble abode that was straight off the highway. It was right smack dab in the suburbs of Star City.
Warren made a turn off the freeway, and a few more minutes later he arrived at the home. It was not his, nor was it any of his coworker’s, but it was someone he wanted to question about the disappearances.
It was a man named Calem.
After that night where he investigated the enigmatic platform known as the “Dex”, the next day, Detective Darren had given him a file on Mr. Mo, the principal’s background. Apparently he was quite the illusive man, his father and mother were unknown, and he also had a wife who mysteriously disappeared. He had a son, but he had run away from home and was never found.
Because Mr. Mo had no family, there was only one person Warren could interrogate. People close to him, and Calem seemed to be one of them. Calem was part of the Terran High Alumni and had graduated from Terran High four years ago, all the way back in ‘23. He was well known for being a critic of literature and had read over 10,000 books in his lifetime. Apparently.
“He might be able to tell me more about what type of person Mr. Mo is, and, if there’s a chance, he might have even read Dodo Tales itself if he was such a hardcore reader…” Warren thought.
As Warren approached the house in his vehicle, he spotted a police car parked outside. He squinted his eyes at the car, and then saw a woman with long blonde hair stepping out. It was Sam.
Warren’s car slowed to a halt, and Sam turned around. Sam stared into the window, and then furrowed her brow, putting her hand up and giving Warren the birdie. Warren groaned and rolled his eyes at the sight.
Warren parks the car near the curb and steps up, slamming the door behind him and trotting up to confront Sam. Sam was crossing her arms. She was still in a tank top and black sweatpants. There was a walkie-talkie attached to her tank top, and she was also wearing sunglasses on this warm day. She looked like she had just gotten off work.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Sam spat.
“I think I should be asking YOU that,” Warren replied, tugging on his red tie. He adjusted his tuxedo. Sam looked at his tuxedo with amusement.
“Pshh, questioning. Why are you here, trying to score a buck with a hot babe or ‘somethin?”
“What the-” Warren began to turn red, “Absolutely NOT! That is outrageous! I’m ALSO here for questioning!”
“Questioning here too? Well that’s too bad, I’ve gotten here first bozo so SCRAM.”
“I don’t think so Sam. I’ve been planning this for a long time, and I’m not going to go away just because you said so.”
“Yeah you pulled it out of your ass last night I’m sure of it.”
“How’d you know- Wait, you didn’t hear that, I DID NOT!”
“Just go away and let the grown ups handle it, okay hon?”
“I didn’t know we were resorting to name calling now. I’m not a little kid Sam.”
Just then, someone cleared their throat. Warren and Sam turned to see a guy with blonde hair standing there crossing his arms. He was packing on quite a bit of muscle, and he had a nice tan along his body. He looked a bit like a surfer. Notably, his blonde hair was fading to black. He had a slim fit black shirt with the text, “READING IS COOL.”
“What are you two bums doing outside my house? Get out of here!” the man demanded, waving his arm away, “I didn’t pay for this humble abode in the suburbs, to have my personal property INVADED BY HOMELESS SQUATTERS.”
Warren blinked his eyes and put his hands in the air in surrender.
“W-Wait sir! There seems to be a misunderstanding, I’m not a bum… I’m just here to ask questions-”
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 50.5: Revelation
Part 3/3
The President continued to speak, but Son couldn’t concentrate. That island in the sky…
“Don’t you see now Uncle?” Franklin said, “It’s just like that game we played.”
“The one us three used to play all the time,” Son said.
Tracy looked confused.
“What?!”
“That game with the dinosaurs,” Franklin reminded Tracy, “Remember that Mom? We used to talk about it all the time!”
“If it leads to my son, then that’s all that matters.”
Just then, a ding came from Son’s phone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw a notification on that platform for the game they played. He opened the app up and saw an urgent message.
It was from a man called Warren, and he was a deputy sheriff of the Star City area.
And he too, suffered the same loss as Son.
“What’s wrong, Uncle?” Franklin asked. Son smiled.
“I think I have the lead we need to find our missing boy,” Son grinned excitedly. He pocketed his phone, grabbed his car keys, and began to make his way out to the front door-
“Hey where are you going?” Tracy asked with crossed arms. Franklin stood by her side. Son turned back.
“Just making a trip to the police station. Seems to me a sheriff’s also suffering the same problem as we are. I’ll have a talk with him, team up, and we’re going to find our loved ones together.”
Franklin ran forward, and clutched onto Son.
“Wait, bring me with you, I can help!”
Son ruffled Franklin’s hair, and gently took his arms off him.
“Sorry kiddo, this is a grown-ups only trip. I’m not letting you go with me.”
“But I can-” Franklin paused, struggling to find his words, “I can help! I know I can, I’ve saved my brother before, he knows!”
Son chuckled a bit.
“In ARK, yes, but not in the real world. Just let me handle it, okay?”
Son opened the front door up, and walked out, closing the door behind him. Their dog began to run up to the front door, whining sadly. The French Bulldog sat down, staring at the door sadly.
“It’s okay, Franklin,” Tracy reassured her son. She put a hand on his shoulder, “The grown ups will figure it out themselves. Now go to bed. It’s getting late, and I want you to get some rest. You have a long summer break ahead.”
Franklin frowned, and hurried upstairs to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Franklin locked the bathroom door, staring at the reflection in his mirror. He stared at himself for a moment, before looking down at the palm of his hand.
“I really wouldn’t have minded saving my brother one last time,” Franklin thought, “It would have been nice going on another adventure…”
Teal blue sparks shot out of his fingertips, but then died down.
“But I have luck on my side,” Franklin whispered, “And so he’ll be fine.”
For a second, Franklin could see him and his cousins, and his big brother, in the reflection of the mirror, each one standing side by side and smiling. They didn’t know their days together would be numbered at the time. Only his brother knew.
It was the same as how his brother didn’t know of the things they’d gone through together.
Franklin smiled at the memory. Then, he took his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth, the reflection of his family fading away from his sight.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 50.5: Revelation
Part 2/3
“Any text from him yet?” a lady with slightly aging hair asked. She had dark bags under her eyes, and was sitting at the dining table facing a man with a deep tan across his body. The man also had aging, gray hair, but he didn’t seem as tired or stressed as the lady.
“No, unfortunately,” the man replied, “He’s always been bad at texting back, but it’s been a week already. Something’s wrong. And I think you know it.”
“And what are we supposed to do now, huh Son?! Just up and go out and look for him? That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Don’t worry T. You know we’re going to figure it out soon enough. He isn’t the only one who’s disappeared. Hundreds of reports have been made to the police about the disappearances. Something big is going on.”
“Brother, do you think the police will even bother doing something about this?”
Son narrowed his eyes at his sister and frowned.
“Tracy, we aren’t in the West. We’re in the United Republic of Democracies. There’s a reason we moved here besides just the cost of living. This mansion we live in also comes with little to no corruption and a different system of how universities work compared to the West,” Son reminded her, “Remember what people said about this place? No longer would we have to spend hundreds of thousands for the boys to enter college- it’s all based on your grades. Get good grades, get into college. And your chances wouldn’t get thwarted just because they need diversity-”
Just then, a boy the age of 13 walked into the room. He had a bit of face fat and was a bit chubby, but he still seemed to be outgrowing Tracy and Son in height. He had Tracy’s brown eyes.
“Uncle?”
Son turned to the boy.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something Franklin,” Son said with a tinge of annoyance.
“It’s important. Trust me. It might give a lead on…”
Son groaned and got up from his seat, his knees stiff. He walked downstairs to the living room, and Tracy followed. There, the TV was on, and the President of the United Republic of Democracies himself was standing there in his suit with his secret agents by his side.
Each secret agent had their own respective color for their suit. Franklin thought they looked like the Power Rangers when they first moved to the URD… but nowadays there was no more time for joking around.
“Dear citizens of the United Republic, I come to inform you of something absolutely tragic,” the President announced with a booming voice, “The seniors of Terran High, who were just about to graduate…”
“Have mysteriously disappeared approximately a week ago.”
Son narrowed his eyes.
The picture shifted to a picture of the night sky.
“After reports from the National Space Institution, they detected a new star that has appeared in the night sky, one that fades colors of green, blue, and then red at a time. It’s none we’ve ever seen before, so using our telescope…”
The picture shifted again to a strange island, but there was something different about this island… a few miles off the sea the sea was immediately cut off by a mysterious barrier. A forcefield, even. Hovering over the island were three giant, metal towers, each one glowing red, blue, and green. Connected to the bottom of the strange island was a strange, unknown metal that connected to an overarching station. It was out of this world, literally!
Son’s eyes widened.
“Wait, that’s-”
The President continued to speak.
“We aren’t too sure what this is, but it seems to be the most likely place the scholars were transported. It’s almost like a lifeboat of sorts. We don’t know why they’re there, but we’re looking into it, rest assured.”
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 50.5: Revelation
Part 1/3
Tap tap tap tap tap.
The President’s office was still as organized and neat as ever. He was holding onto a bag of popcorn and threw a piece into his mouth, chewing it on it loudly. Laid in front of him was a flickering hologram. He watched with eagerness, his eyes wide open and his leg bouncing on the quartz floor. A boy with green eyes was in a struggle against his mentor, the principal of Terran High.
“What’s going to happen next?!” the President asked himself.
With a sudden jolt, the green-eyed boy pulled back with the principal’s own pike, and stabbed him right in the heart. Tears fell from the boy’s eyes as he did. The President let out a gasp and nearly jumped out of his seat, his eyes bulging out.
“WOAHHHHH!” he screamed in honest surprise, “That has NEVER happened before! I have gotta put this in my story, I’ve gotta!”
The President put the bag of popcorn down and took out a notepad, jotting down his thoughts with a pen, occasionally glancing up at the screen as he did so.
The door to his office swung open, and standing at the doorway was Agent Lamprey. His light blue suit seemed to be fading of its color, and his shades reflected what little light came from the sunroof. Lamprey tipped his glasses, bowing. The President looked up and raised his eyebrow.
“What are you doing here?”
“Giving you the weekly report, as you asked me to do yesterday,” Agent Lamprey reminded him. The President blinked his eyes, and rubbed them.
“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just… watching someone on the ARK,” the President excused himself, “Y’know I didn’t expect there to be so much fun. Adding that rule was a great idea on your part, that rule, what was it called? Kill or Be Killed? It’s opened up so much opportunity for my story!”
The President rose from his seat and put his arms in the air, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
“I can feel the creativity surging within me! Untapped creativity I’ve not experienced since the old days!”
Agent Lamprey looked at him concerningly.
“Um. Well, not too many have perished since our last report, only a dozen or so. But you may be surprised to hear the implant-less boy has survived up till’ now.”
“The implant-less boy… Samuel?”
“Yeah. Him.”
“Okay, so what?”
“Don’t you think it’s a good opportunity to watch his every move?” Agent Lamprey suggested, “It could give a lot of good ideas, if he managed to survive for so long without an implant…”
The President looked back and smiled.
“Hmm, you’re right. Not bad of an idea, Agent. No wonder why you’re my favorite.”
The President clicked a few buttons on his console, and the picture of the hologram flickered. Agent Lamprey showed no signs of happiness at the President’s compliment.
“D.T. Guy, remember what you told us about revealing to the world what was in the night sky?”
The President groaned and got up from his seat, brushing his suit clean of dust and crumbs.
“Ah yeah I almost forgot. Let’s go now to the studio. I think it’s about time we reveal why the graduates of Terran High have disappeared…”
The Hungry Dark- Chapter 4
Yulock awoke to a low, deep growl, the kind you feel in your gut and the kind that leads to your tames getting killed.
Aberrant Carnotaurus were nearby. Two of them, circling around an Alpha Karkinos. Also bad.
Aberrant Raptor attacks were common here, but Yulock hadn’t been attacked- yet.
“Aberrant Arthropleuras.” He whispered. “Perfect.” He had some spoiled meat in his bag. He just had to watch for seekers.
An army of death spitting centipedes was perfect. Their armor and their poison would be perfect against that incredible deinonychus.
He also tamed a Ravager, thoughts of becoming a Grand General one day spiraling through his head as he prepared an army.
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“We know you survived, whoever you are.” Sean pointed at the bush.
The bush spit poison, cutting through Sean’s desert cloth armor. Aberrant Arthropleuras swarmed from all the hidden places around Sean and his tames. Timber and Noghtshade went straight to it, ripping through the malicious centipedes, but it was not enough.
Then, when Sean and his tames were at the brink of death, a shadowy figure on a Wyvern picked Sean and his tames up and flew away.
The Hungry Dark- Chapter 2 By Swamp Guy
The bullet seemed to go in slow motion through the air. It whistled a violent tune as it neared its target.
Both Sean and Nightshade dodged. Nightshade ran at the attackers.
“Watch out, Rook!” The first man yelled, and as both men fled, the Mantis held up a shining claw to block the deadly jaws of the Deinonychus.
It was to no avail. Nightshade was too strong. She bit through the claw, and killed the Mantis almost instantly.
“I don’t have to say it, do I?” Sean smiled, and Nightshade ran off to deal with the attackers while Sean collected meat and chitin from the corpse.
“This place might not be so safe anymore.” Sean mused. “We might have to make a move.”
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The first man had escaped. He made his way back to Darklords’s secret fortress, deep in a White Cliffs ravine where they were well hidden. Turrets would pick off any hostiles. You did not mess with Darklords and live.
“Well, someone did.” The man said to the Grand Generals of Darklords. The first one, Nia, was a woman who favored Wyverns more than any creature, and had a secret fleet (this secret had become common knowledge.) The other, known simply as “Gramps,” was a keen old man know for building massive bronto siege engines.
“This “Sean” is disturbing.” Gramps mused, stroking his beard. “What tribe do you think he was from, Yulock?”
“The Blades of Courage, we believe, sir.” Yulock replied. “He had a very powerful Deinonychus named Nightshade. It killed our Mantis “Rook”, and Commander Kalik.”
“A survivor from the Blades of Courage must be quite hardy.” Nia said. “We destroyed them nearly a year ago.”
“We shall tell Grandmaster this... interesting news.” Gramps said. “Good work, soldier. You have delivered vital information.”
Yulock saluted valiantly. “What is my next mission, Grand Generals?” He asked.
Nia was the first to reply. “Hunt down this ‘Sean’... and bring him to us.”
The Hungry Dark- Chapter 3
Guards were positioned up and down the Wyvern Trench. Well hidden with Ghillie armor, which also provided protection against the heat, they each held assault rifles. These guards were on important duty.
One of the guards was Yulock. This was not the Darklords. This was the last remaining large tribe besides them, known as the Dragonslayers. Yulock figured that Sean would decide to move to a friendly tribe, and this was the only known friendly tribe left in all of Valguero.
After a few days, Yulock decided to take drastic actions. He fled to the aberration cave. This had been near where Sean was before. But Sean wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was a purple Deinonychus body lying dead on the ground...
Yulock crept closer to Nightshade’s corpse. He crept back. He fled back into the massive caverns. He would build an army there. And that Deinonychus wasn’t dead...
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The redwoods were...an interesting place. Sean had been there before, but he had never really been “Thyla’d.” In truth, he didn’t know what that was.
Of course, until a giant cat dropped from the trees to attack Sean.
Nightshade was there, of course. She had been playing dead to fool that man. Somehow he had escaped.
But the Thyla ripped Sean off his mount.
“Perfect tame!” Sean yelled, fumbling for his Longneck and rapidly firing tranq darts into the furry hide of the beast.
After much too long of a struggle, the Thyla went out cold.
“We’d better find a sheep before this wakes up.” Sean said to Nightshade, who ran off. She soon came back with a plump Ovis from the White Cliffs. They killed it, and fed the mutton to the Thyla.
It soon woke up. Sean stepped back a bit. The Thyla, however, purred happily and nuzzled Sean.
“Let’s name our new friend Timber.” Sean said, noting the gray patches amidst the light scarlet of the thyla’s main coat, and thinking about how they fall out of the trees to kill you.
A saddle wasn’t too hard. Just when they fitted Timber with it, a voice could be heard. Nightshade also smelled a Ravager.
“Target located. Moving in.”
The Hungry Dark- Chapter 1 By Swamp Guy
Sean watched the placid surface of the lake. A Megalodon fin breached the surface. Behind him, the jungle was quiet. The entrance to the Aberration Cave was nearby. A lone ichthyornis circled overhead, swooping down to catch Coelacanths.
Nightshade, Sean’s Deinonychus, stood, tail waving in the slight breeze. Since the Alpha Tribe, known as the Darklords, had sieged and destroyed Sean’s tribe, Sean and Nightshade had been on their own.
Sean patted Nightshade’s Purple-feathered head. She was the first mount Sean had ever tamed. Stealing the egg had been, well, very hard, but when Nightshade’s purple head peeked out from the egg, Sean knew it was worth it.
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“Target located” A man whispered in the bushes. His mantis was right behind him.
“Affirmative.” Another man said from about ten feet off. The second man loaded a machined sniper and lined up to shoot.
“Don’t even think about it.” Sean snarled. “No Darklords soldier will ever tangle with me and survive.”
“It’s you and your pet versus me, my friend here, our guns, and a mantis! What can you do?”
“You obviously have never seen a Deinonychus.” Sean laughed.
Everyone tensed, wating.
The second man took his shot.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 51: Hardcore Reader
Original Post Date: Apr 9, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Liopleurodon, next chapter in Manta.
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It was definitely a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing and the flowers were blooming. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. The sun was bright, but not too bright, and the clouds were there, but there weren’t too many.
Warren was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove down the highway. He was singing a little hum and was listening to the news on the radio. It seemed to be an announcement from the President.
“Dear citizens of the United Republic, I come to inform you of something absolutely tragic,” the President announced with a booming voice, “The seniors of Terran High, who were just about to graduate…”
“Have mysteriously disappeared approximately a week ago.”
Warren sighed and switched the radio channel. Good ol’ Guy surely didn’t know anything about the situation other than the fact that they disappeared.
Looking at his GPS, Warren could see that he was almost at his destination. A humble abode that was straight off the highway. It was right smack dab in the suburbs of Star City.
Warren made a turn off the freeway, and a few more minutes later he arrived at the home. It was not his, nor was it any of his coworker’s, but it was someone he wanted to question about the disappearances.
It was a man named Calem.
After that night where he investigated the enigmatic platform known as the “Dex”, the next day, Detective Darren had given him a file on Mr. Mo, the principal’s background. Apparently he was quite the illusive man, his father and mother were unknown, and he also had a wife who mysteriously disappeared. He had a son, but he had run away from home and was never found.
Because Mr. Mo had no family, there was only one person Warren could interrogate. People close to him, and Calem seemed to be one of them. Calem was part of the Terran High Alumni and had graduated from Terran High four years ago, all the way back in ‘23. He was well known for being a critic of literature and had read over 10,000 books in his lifetime. Apparently.
“He might be able to tell me more about what type of person Mr. Mo is, and, if there’s a chance, he might have even read Tales of Evolution and Survival itself if he was such a hardcore reader…” Warren thought.
As Warren approached the house in his vehicle, he spotted a police car parked outside. He squinted his eyes at the car, and then saw a woman with long blonde hair stepping out. It was Sam.
Warren’s car slowed to a halt, and Sam turned around. Sam stared into the window, and then furrowed her brow, putting her hand up and giving Warren the birdie. Warren groaned and rolled his eyes at the sight.
Warren parks the car near the curb and steps up, slamming the door behind him and trotting up to confront Sam. Sam was crossing her arms. She was still in a tank top and black sweatpants. There was a walkie-talkie attached to her tank top, and she was also wearing sunglasses on this warm day. She looked like she had just gotten off work.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Sam spat.
“I think I should be asking YOU that,” Warren replied, tugging on his red tie. He adjusted his tuxedo. Sam looked at his tuxedo with amusement.
“Pshh, questioning. Why are you here, trying to score a buck with a hot babe or ‘somethin?”
“What the-” Warren began to turn red, “Absolutely NOT! That is outrageous! I’m ALSO here for questioning!”
“Questioning here too? Well that’s too bad, I’ve gotten here first bozo so SCRAM.”
“I don’t think so Sam. I’ve been planning this for a long time, and I’m not going to go away just because you said so.”
“Yeah you pulled it out of your ass last night I’m sure of it.”
“How’d you know- Wait, you didn’t hear that, I DID NOT!”
“Just go away and let the grown ups handle it, okay hon?”
“I didn’t know we were resorting to name calling now. I’m not a little kid Sam.”
Just then, someone cleared their throat. Warren and Sam turned to see a guy with blonde hair standing there crossing his arms. He was packing on quite a bit of muscle, and he had a nice tan along his body. He looked a bit like a surfer. Notably, his blonde hair was fading to black. He had a slim fit black shirt with the text, “READING IS COOL.”
“What are you two bums doing outside my house? Get out of here!” the man demanded, waving his arm away, “I didn’t pay for this humble abode in the suburbs, to have my personal property INVADED BY HOMELESS SQUATTERS.”
Warren blinked his eyes and put his hands in the air in surrender.
“W-Wait sir! There seems to be a misunderstanding, I’m not a bum… I’m just here to ask questions-”
Sam suddenly interjected and put her hand over Warren’s mouth.
“Don’t listen to this bum, he’s just an old fart whose bones are so brittle they’re fit to break,” Sam sneered. Warren pulled Sam’s hand off his mouth and continued to banter. Somewhere within that argument, both Warren and Sam managed to reveal why they were there. The man sighed and rubbed his face.
“Rick’s gone and now this happens… Whatever. I’m not taking sides here, so either you both come in to interrogate me, or no one will. Man you two sound like a grumpy old couple who hate each other,” the man said. Sam began to glare, scoffing at what he had to say, and Warren looked gloomy after what he said.
“Psh, just remove the grumpy old couple part and you’d be 100% accurate,” Sam said with hatred in her voice. Warren shuffled uncomfortably.
“Is that really how you feel about me?” Warren thought solemnly.
The man rolled his eyes, tapping his slipper impatiently on the sidewalk.
“Okay, are you going to question me, or am I going to have to shoo you away?”
“I’m not even going to bother. Just don’t question any of us,” Sam blurted, making her way back to her car. Warren leaned forward and quickly grabbed onto Sam’s hand.
“Wait… Sam,” Warren said. Sam turned around and looked at Warren with wide eyes, then at her hand.
“I know we hate each other, but… let’s just do this for our son, okay?” Warren pleaded. Sam frowned a bit, looking into Warren’s eyes. Warren could feel his heart thump.
“Fine. Okay, let’s go.”
The man smirked.
“Well, they say those old grumpy couples always make up to each other.”
“Shut up.”
The man walked up to the front door and went inside his home. Warren and Sam followed closely behind. Upon entering they were greeted with the fresh smell of papers. Warren looked to the left to see gigantic shelves that were absolutely packed with all sorts of books, from non-fiction, to fiction, from action to slice of life, from romance to fantasy, it was there.
“I guess he really is a hardcore reader,” Warren thought. As Warren’s eyes scanned the bookshelf, one caught his eye… The Obelisk. He could spot the author’s name on the spine: Moon.
“That’s the person I saw messaging on the Dex,” Warren realized with wide eyes.
The man cleared his throat and sat down on a rocking chair. Both Warren and Sam took a seat on the living room couch. There was a glass coffee table in front of Warren and Sam. Warren was staring at his reflection in the glass.
“I think we should introduce ourselves properly,” the man said, “I’m Calem.”
“Warren.”
“Sam,” Sam said matter-of-factly, “Okay I want to go first.”
“No, I will,” Warren argued, “I was the one who convinced you to stay.”
“That doesn’t mean jack, Warren! I’m the only reason we can even interrogate him right now!”
The two began bickering again, and Calem slammed his foot on the hardwood floor in anger. The two turned to him in fear.
“Shut up, your arguments drive me mad! Just rock paper scissors and the winner goes first!”
Sam and Warren turn to each other again, putting their hands out to play. The two squint their eyes at each other.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
Warren played rock, and Sam played scissors. Sam groaned.
“Best of 3.”
“Nope. Warren, you’re first.”
Warren turned to Calem and cleared his throat. He felt his face getting hot as Sam stared at him impatiently.
“So, um, do you know anyone related to the, uh, incident?”
Calem’s face dropped, and he looked at his feet with a frown and dull eyes.
“I do. My little brother Rick… I care about him a lot, you know. I was best buds with him. He became a hardcore reader just like me,” Calem said. He looked up at the chandelier, reminiscing, “Oh the days we’d get together under the big tree’s shade and read a good story… Good times.”
Warren looks up at Calem. He looked so sad.
“Poor dude,” Warren thought. He looked up at a picture frame on the wall. It was a picture of Calem and a boy who looked a little younger than him, and he also had blonde hair. That was probably Rick.
Sam suddenly slaps Warren.
SLAP!
“OW. What the heck?!” Warren barked.
“You’re not even asking important questions, you’re just putting our host down!” Sam scolded him.
“You know it’s against the law to hit someone…”
“It’s not illegal if they deserve it.”
“I don’t deserve it!”
Sam shut her eyes and turned to Calem.
“I’m sorry about what you’re going through, Calem, don’t worry, you’re not alone in this,” Sam reassured him, “We two are questioning you for the exact same reason. Our son was also caught up in this mess, and we just-”
Calem looked up and his face brightened. He pointed a finger at them and began to laugh.
“BA HA HA HA! I knew it, I knew you two were just an old grumpy couple!”
Sam sneered at Calem. Calem immediately stopped laughing, putting his finger down.
“Sorry. Um, why don’t you ask the next question?”
` “Okay, okay, has your little brother, Rick, been able to communicate with you at all after the disappearances?”
Calem shook his head.
“Nope. He wouldn’t have been able to, anyway. When I graduated, they made us put on these graduation robes. Even though they had pockets for SOME reason, they made us put our phones in lockers. Soooo, no. He has not been able to reach out to us.”
“Damn, I was thinking we could track them,” Sam cursed. Warren’s face lit up, an idea sprouting in his mind.
“Wait, we might be able to,” Warren thought, “There’s no way that ALL of them left their phones in their locker. At least one had to have taken their phone with them.”
Warren turned to Sam.
“Sam, is the crime scene still up?”
“Huh? Yeah, but don’t bother getting your hopes up. You’re just a sheriff. I’m not letting you in.”
“I guess I’ll go there next.”
Suddenly, the walkie-talkie that was clipped to Sam’s tank top began to buzz.
“Unit 6 do you copy? We’ve got reports of an assault downtown at the bar, I think you should go there and neutralize the situation now!”
Sam pressed a button on her walkie-talkie and barked back.
“And so what?! I’m in the middle of something!”
“Everyone else is still investigating Terran High! You are the closest unit to the bar, so YOU have to go. That’s an order!”
The walkie-talkie stopped crackling and Sam groaned. She got up from her seat and began to leave.
“Gotta go.”
Warren jumped up from his seat and began to run after her.
“Wait, let me come!”
Sam turned around with vigor on her face.
“No. You’re not. You’re just a sheriff.”
“Doesn’t matter, I won’t let you get-” Warren quickly cut his sentence off, trying to find the correct thing to say, “I won’t stand by and let innocent people get hurt. My last name isn’t Justice for no reason.”
Sam rolled her eyes.
“You’re so cheesy, ugh, fine, you can come. But don’t expect to ride shotgun, you’re going in the back. Like a prisoner, nyah hah hah!”
Sam laughed like a villain. and pranced out the door. Warren turned to Calem, and put a hand on his shoulder. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, showing a contact list to Calem.
“Put your number here so we can talk later. I think we can figure out a lot if we work together.”
Calem looked up and smiled. He reached up and tapped his number on the dial.
“Heh, you’re right. You and that blonde lady are a funny duo, you two probably love each other more than you let on,” Calem snickered. Warren felt his other hand go numb.
“Sure,” he said woodenly. Calem finished typing, and he leaned back in his rocking chair.
“Well, good luck with whatever crime you gotta stop. Guess you two aren’t bums after all.”
“Thanks. See you soon, I s’pose.”
Warren walked out the door, and Calem peeked out the blinds of the window to see Warren clamber into the passenger seat of the police cruiser. Sam shoved him out, slamming the front door and locking it shut. The police cruiser began to drive off, and Warren put his arm out in dismay. Warren rushed into his own car and began to drive off after her.
Calem smiled, looking at the bookshelf which held his collection of stories. One book was noticeably gone from its spot.
“Where could you be, Rick? Where could you be…”
Saw my first one today . I was swimming with my dunky and all of a sudden a Tornado thing was killing me . I didn’t even know this was thing so I woke up in my bed confused. I later jump on my meg , swim down there and low and behold he is dealing 434 damage . I killed it and no joke a alpha mosa spawns on top of me . yeah as you can probably tell my meg got destroyed by it , this event had put me off water adventures for now.
The Hungry Dark- Chapter 5 by Swamp Guy. Want more sneak peeks? I’ve got another 😏
Sean woke up in a metal base, slowly rocking around like a windstorm was pushing it. Nightshade and Timber were standing next to him.
“Where am I?” He groaned.
“The Abyss.” A raspy voice said. A man in ghillie armor and a gas mask was sitting in a chair next to his bed.
“You mean the underground ocean?!” Sean gasped.
“Calm down.” The man said. “We’re on my Mosa, Apocalypse. We’re safe.”
“What happened to the Darklords guy?” Sean asked.
“Still out there. I belong to the tribe known as the Dragonslayers, oceanic legion.”
“The Dragonslayers are the only tribe left that hasn’t been destroyed by the Darklords!”
“Yes. We have four secret bases: Ocean, Jungle, Tundra, and Snow. Our main base is at the Wyvern Trench.”
“You have an ocean fortress?” Sean asked .
“Yup.” The man said. “We’re taking you to the Sea Station.”
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Yulock groaned. “I was so close...” His arthros and his Ravager sat next to him as he rubbed a bruise on his face. “Next time I’ll get him.”
Yulock spent the next week taming everything. He was going to set a trap for Sean and find him. His tames would kill him at any sign of escape.
“Yesssss..” he mumbled. He wasn’t watching a Daeinonychus sneak up on him.
A quick preview of an upcoming story I will write:
Nedti scrambled down the cliff, but the Tropeo Bombers were in hot pursuit. Landing on her feet, she ran past griffins in the canyon. She pulled out her climbing picks and scrambled up to a nest, pulling out a red gem. She threw it on the Squadron Leader, who caught it in his Desert Cloth-gloved hand. “A little present for you!” Nedti yelled, ducking for cover as all the griffins came roaring from the canyon, straight at the Bomber Squadron. A flak helmet, fortunately empty whacked her in the side of her face, sending her toppling backwards.
“I really wish I had brought my tapejara from the island.” She groaned. She got up and ran and ran until she made it inside a massive gorge, with a sandstone ceiling covering part of the sky.
“Safe at last.” She whispered, but it was too soon. A massive swarm of Crystal Wyvern Heirs came spiraling from the many nooks all around the gorge.