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Ultimus Chapter Fifteen: What’s Past is Prologue
Andrew grabbed the shotgun off the ground and pulled the trigger. Blowing off the raptor's tail in view. The creature screamed out in pain and left his view. Andrew crawled out of the crevice with shotgun in hand and looked the way the raptor went only to see it go around the corner.
“Where are you going!! Coward!!” Andrew screamed, but a snarl came from behind him. Andrew looked around and saw another raptor coming around the other side. It charged towards him, however, he didn’t run and instead began walking towards it shotgun aimed at it. He fired his weapon and the creature staggered, but Andrew continued pushing towards the creature and fired again and again. It dropped on the floor only a few feet from Andrew with its skull and neck disfigured. Red blood and Magenta liquid pools began to form around the body. Andrew thought it was unusual that the pools didn’t mix together but instead separated when leaving the body. He looked around and only saw the three bodies lying on the ground. He saw a blood trail that was from the fourth raptor and began following it, shotgun to his shoulder. However, following it led him to the hallway and outside where the blood trail disappeared. Andrew was furious that he didn’t get it, he was ready to yell at the top of his lungs. He walked back to where he was and picked up his rifle. He saw the two raptors that lay there, how much he wished it was three. He turned around to see Reuben’s lifeless body on the ground. No movement, no breathing, lifeless. A pool of blood built around him and had a gash on his side and on his throat. Andrew knelt looked and grabbed him, his eyes wide and lifeless. Andrew's hands turned red from the blood, but he didn’t care. Andrew’s eyes watered underneath the goggles and he began having a hard time breathing with the bandanna over his face. He took both off and began crying the hardest he had in a very long time. Why couldn’t he have saved him, why did he freeze… Why did he not pull the gun out faster. He thought of these questions as he held his best friend’s body in his arms. He cried holding him for what seemed like nearly an hour. He looked down at Reuben, tears running down his face and his nose running. He seemed more peaceful in his death than what he expected from what happened. Andrew gently lowered Reuben’s body, tears still ran down his face. He didn’t deserve to rest here as his resting place. He went around looking across the ground where he had been getting into crates before and found one of the large tarps to protect the crates and what was inside the crates from the elements after, he found one that was in really good condition and was large enough for what he needed. He took the tarp and went back to Reuben and wrapped him up in it. Andrew quickly looked around for a shovel and found one in the War and Military History Museum storage container. Andrew came back to the wrapped body and looked down at it while putting on his goggles and bandanna.
“Forgive me for failing you.” Andrew said as he put the shovel in with the wrapped body. As he got ready to pick it up, he paused. He was missing something still, he went around looking through the crates and found an art piece of a cross, and in another crate found a hammer. He went back into the War Museum container and found a knife and began carving words into it. He came back and put the cross and hammer in with the wrapped body, picked it up, and began his way to find a resting place for his best friend…
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With a flash, Andrew was back home alone. This was the worst day for him he’d ever had. He took a step off the teleporter and dropped the hammer and shovel he had in his hands. He saw Tracy grazing close to his house and walked right past her.
“Not right now Tracy.” Andrew said quietly.
Everything for him was now becoming distant as if he was watching himself from the outside. He could hear his breath echoing as he walked towards and opened the door to his parents' house. He took off his goggles and bandanna and saw he had blood on both. He looked at his hands and saw the dried blood stains on his hands and forearms. He began switching off the Tek armor and took off all the pieces.
Andrew walked into the living room, collapsed onto the couch, and cried. He was genuinely alone for the first time from everyone and everything he ever knew. All his family and friends were gone. His best friend died for the longest to his doing. All he could do was remember him. As he thought about Reuben, his mind began to wander to his parents, his friends, and Rue. But instead of vivid memories and warm moments, he couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember how they looked or what they felt like. All he could remember was their voices and even those were hard to remember correctly. He quickly got up and staggered around as began tearing the house apart for something, anything that had a photo, audio, or video clips on one of the computers of his family and friends. He searched almost every room in the house but found nothing.
He walked into the hallway and looked at a closed door. A door he hadn’t entered since he awoken. He began to reach for the door and grabbed it, his heart pumping fast as he turned the doorknob and opened it. Dust began filling the air lightly as he did so. He looked inside and began having smaller, vivid memories of them. He hugged his mother, his dad teaching him how to shoot. Playing chess and other board games with them, them helping him with school. Their voices became stronger and more recognizable to him. But he still couldn’t remember what his parent’s faces looked like. He began searching the room for anything with pictures. Dust began flying and filling the air, but he didn’t care. He coughed his way through looking for anything with their faces on it. But again, nothing. He couldn’t find anything, he checked twice, even three times for a scrapbook. He knew his mom kept one, she liked doing things old-fashioned like that. But there was nothing.
Andrew couldn’t breathe anymore with how much dust and began running out of the room and slammed the door behind him before he collapsed on the ground, heaving and coughing that slowly turned into wails and tears as he couldn’t remember anyone from his life before, all he could remember was their voices, almost painful and haunting voices with no faces to them. He pounded his fists against the floor. His wailing got worse as realization hit him. He was alone and forgotten, and he would die alone and forgotten. His crying began to quiet down and he got himself up off the ground and sat down against the wall shaking with great grief. Fear and regret filled him, tears still running down his face. All of these thoughts began to break him down, he no longer was able to think of anything else but his mistakes and how it was all his fault for getting Reuben killed. Hate for himself began building, that he deserved this pain for his mistakes and deserved everything that happened. But did Reuben? Did Reuben deserve to die for Andrew’s mistakes, no. But maybe it was a mercy for him, maybe it was something that he-
‘No, it wasn’t something he deserved either way, it was no mercy for him to die to that raptor. I should’ve killed that thing as soon as I saw it. It should be dead instead of Reuben.’ Andrew’s thought, his hate for himself began to obsess over that raptor. The monster, the hideous beast that murdered the last of his friends and family members. It deserved death, it deserves the death Reuben had, no, a worse death. Agonizing suffering and pain with no peaceful end. Hate for himself became hate for that beast and he filled with rage. Revenge filled his heart. Revenge became his reason to stand. Revenge was his only motivation to continue on. Revenge for Reuben was all that mattered to him.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 72-
It was the middle of the night. Forest lay awake on his ledge, as he’d been for a while now. He held the rune in his talons, caressing it lightly. He stared into its deep, glowing core.
“They tried to take it from him.”
“Build. Destroy. Save.”
“Kill.”
A bond.
A bond.
“Looking at it, staring at it.”
A sound from inside the cave startled Forest out of his thoughts. He snapped his head up to the noise, setting the rune behind him.
Forest spotted Nyx nearby, sitting up by her sleeping spot, blinking Forests’ way. “You’re awake too?”
“A lot of things going on,” Forest answered quietly.
“Yeah,” Nyx agreed, slipping acrossed the cave and over to Forest. “It’s not every day all your dreams and nightmares come true all at once.” The moonlight from outside stretched into the cave, illuminating the sleeping figures of Forests friends. Nyx scratched one claw along the floor, looking anxious. “If you’re mad at me,” she blurted, “like Crimson is— the reason I didn’t tell you about the rune—"
“Nyx, no, I— I’m not mad at you,” Forest said.
“It’s because I was scared,” Nyx said. “Of
y o u.”
Her voice fell to the tiniest of whispers. “Of that rune. The thing that haunted my dreams since I was a kit. That still haunts me. ever since I heard what happened to that Shadowmane. I may not have been there, but I heard the stories. And they scared me, they really did.” She took a small, trembling breath. “And when you picked that rune up, and then it hurt that Prince, and then it destroyed the stronghold—"
“Wait, destroyed the—”
“You haven’t realized?” Nyx asked him quietly.
Forest didn’t answer. He didn’t understand. It made no sense.
But it d i d, too.
The two stayed quiet for a few moments. “Guess you’re not planning on losing it anytime soon, huh?” She asked gently, sadly.
Forest exhaled, his thoughts blank for once. “I don’t know.”
“You’ve bonded with it pretty nicely,” Nyx observed.
Forest lowered his head. “…When I first found that rune, I guess I wanted it to… I don’t know, mean something. I thought it would be special, and that that would make… me special.” His voice faltered and he brought one talon up to his face, turning away to hide his expression. He sighed. “buuut it’s not. It’s just another reason that life itself is a curse. Yet here I am, so uh, yeah, I guess you’re right, I have bonded with it well.”
Nyx regarded Forest with her wonderful understanding eyes. about a minute passed, and she asked, “So, when did you find out about this prophecy?”
“Oh,” Forest said, a small smile sliding in. “it’s a funny story, actually.”
“Tell me,” Nyx whispered.
“Nah, I—”
“Tell me!” Nyx stood up and pushed at Forest with her front paws, making him laugh. “Shhh, fine, I’ll tell you,” he said. “it’s started when I found this dodo.”
“A dodo,” Nyx echoed with a side smile, raising one eyebrow.
“A dodo,” Forest repeated, stifling another laugh. “And, uh, I think it was trying to… talk to me?”
“A mystical magical dodo,” Nyx whispered teasingly.
“Yeah,” Forest giggled. “So I followed it… and it led me to this Baryonyx, trapped under some rocks. He was… pretty— pretty loud. I insisted that I help him, he was not so happy about that. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me. ‘No, don’t do this!’ I didn’t understand at the time. and then, when the Baryonyx was finally free, that’s when she came.”
“Peeri,” Nyx said.
“Um, yeah.” Forest answered.
“I always believed in her, you know.” Nyx said. “Everyone had heard of her, but barely anyone believed. Most everyone in the camp thought she was some evil creature, spreading lies and misfortune. I mean, there were even rumors that she was the one who killed the Fire Wyvern Queen all those years ago.”
“The Fire Wyv—” Forest asked—
“It’s a long story,” Nyx said. “Anyway, but I always thought, why would she do that? Why would someone with powers to see the future spend their days killing and manipulating carnivores? No, I knew, she had to be better than that.”
Forest thought about that for a moment. “When Peeri came to me, she seemed, like someone who wanted a better world.” He said. “And when we met, she told me I had to help save Fjordur. I— I couldn’t believe it. She then gave me three names. Rust, Crimson and Spark.”
Nyx blinked. “W—”
“She never told me your name. You were a complete surprise,” Forest said. “Cool huh? How things work out?”
Nyx nodded, looking away. “Right. Cool.”
“What is it?” Forest asked her.
“What? Oh, nothing.” She said. “just thinking.”
“Well, you have a good night then,” Forest said.
Nyx smiled kindly. “You too.” And she padded away.
Riddles of the Phoenixes series
Through the eyes of the Dark phoenixes.
Chapter thirteen: Teeny tiny island.
Elizabeth and Eric sailed quietly until they hit the shore of the island. It was a extra tiny island with one lone tree growing in the middle. There was a hole underneath the tree. “There’s nothing here and nobody here.” Elizabeth said. Suddenly from the hole a bunch of titanomyrma emerged. They looked up at Elizabeth and Eric. “Hello humans! Welcome to Teeny Tiny Island where all your dreams come true!” One squeaked. Whether it was that they were going mad from the heat of the sun or if the titanomyrma had actually spoken, Eric and Elizabeth didn’t know. The titanomyrmas paraded around the humans, singing; “Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island where are your wishes come true! Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island!” Elizabeth bent down and scooped up a little one. “Awww! It’s so cute!” She said. All the titanomyrmas gasped and paused their singing. “Did you just call us cute?!?!?!” One shrieked. They narrowed their beady little black eyes at the humans. Eric chuckled nervously. “Well-um-um-yeah?” Eric said. The titanomyrmas squealed with rage. “GET THEM!!!” One yelled. The titanomyrmas rushed Eric and Elizabeth. “Run!” Eric screamed. Elizabeth hurled the titanomyrma she had been holding away. They rushed into the boat and began paddling as fast as they could away. Some of the titanomyrmas grabbed into the boat but were thrust away as the boat went fully into the water. “You’ll never get away with this!” One squealed from the shore. Elizabeth and Eric exchanged glances. “That was weird. Seriously? Where all your wishes come true?” Elizabeth remarked. “Yeah…more like where all your nightmares come true. I guess Jack isn’t on that island.” Eric said. “Ya think?” Elizabeth retorted. “We’ll just have to check the next island. It’s a lot bigger. And hopefully there’s no talking bugs on it.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
LOL, next chapter coming soon!
-SunnyFox57
I live on a beach and there were mantas everywhere I thought they were passive and tried to pet it it’s brother popped out of nowhere and hit me my itchysauras rushed to try to save me he didn’t make it now I hunt mantas by the dozens I slayed the one that killed him one like for itchy boy
Passive tame? Passive my ass.
They're anything but passive when they come up to you.
And don't forget to set your water mounts to neutral. Lost my Megalodon in less than 24 hours because one sneaked past my behemoth gate and slaughtered him on passive. Rip Zack. I named my megalodon that because I once had a Labrador retriever called Zack who would chomp like a shark when He ate.. [^] to let others know!!!
Found a basilosaurus once being follow by two of these mad little pancakes I accidentally hit the basil and got swarmed by life 50 of the mad pancakes I screamed before they killed me they killed my level 100 meg they are like a swat team for the basil I started crying then my mum walked in and asked why I was crying I explained then she gave me the look
Me, my friend, and my brother were taming a megalodon on ragnarok. Right after we tamed it mantas came and started beating it up. It was able to take out a couple mantas before dying. We were pretty disappointed so we tried to get another shark. We did it and we were actually able to get it close to base but then a swarm of mantas came and killed it. Our turtle, Tuttle, as we called him, tried to come to the rescue. I saw a fire in his eyes that I had never seen before. It charged headfirst onto the fray, but in the end, both tames had died. RIP to all three pets that were lost that day.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 52: Bar Fight
Part 3/3
“Heh, you’re good at this. But, now it’s time for me to show you why they call me BIG JACK!”
Big Jack reached for his shirt and tore it right off his body. His true form was revealed in all of its glory.
“Behold! GIGA JACK!”
Warren looked behind Giga Jack to see Sam slowly walking up to him with a taser. He pointed it at Giga Jack, and after pulling the trigger, two barbs shot out of the barrel and pierced his skin. He let out a yell, before collapsing to the ground, his arms numb.
“Alright buddy, show time’s over,” Sam said, taking her handcuffs out and slapping them on Giga Jack’s wrists. Giga Jack groaned some more, and then Sam pulled him up on his feet. Multiple police officers and paramedics began to rush into the scene. Civilians who had been incapacitated during the bar fight were taken out on stretchers. The scene was being cleared away.
Sam began to glare at Warren, crossing her arms and giving Warren a mean look. She had a bandaid on her face now.
“Why did it take you so long to clear out the situation?” Sam asked, spit flying out her mouth.
“Wha- What do you mean?” Warren gloomily said, his face dropping, “Are you saying you just left after a little while…”
“Uh, yeah, how else would I fix my face up? That damn alcoholic. So, where’s my thanks for saving your butt from ‘Giga Jack’?” Sam said with a playful smirk. Warren gave Sam a soft smile back.
“Thanks, Sam… But you know I saved you first.”
Sam scrunched her face up and turned away.
“Well uh, yeah, I guess, but uhm, that doesn’t matter!” Sam protested, “But, thanks, I guess!”
Sam began to hurriedly walk away.
“Uh, see you later!”
Sam turned around and Warren waved goodbye to her unknowingly. Warren smiled a little bit, but then his smile faded away. He looked at the chaos around him.
“Man, I could've really gone for a drink.”
Warren kicked a stool to the side and walked outside into the fresh city air. The cars weren’t honking as much anymore, and most of the lights in the city were beginning to turn off. Up in the sky, one star seemed to shine brighter than all the others, shining red, blue and green.
It was a pretty nice sight, but Warren had a weird feeling about this star.