The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 59: Funeral

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The rider spotted the three and gave a big grin, revealing a shiny, golden tooth that reflected the sun’s beams of light into Loki’s eyes. Loki quickly shielded his face.

“I socked his face.”

“YOU HAVE QUITE THE SETTLEMENT GOING ON HERE!” Jerry screamed aloud. Loki put his fingers to his lips to whistle for Crusher, but Dr. Aston quickly stopped him.

“Hold on. Don’t do anything yet. Let’s see why he’s here,” Dr. Aston decided. Jerry tugged on the reins of the saddle, and the giant beast stepped over the buildings slowly and cautiously, making his way over to the trio.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The three quickly stepped back, but there was no point in running. The beast lowered its head to sniff the three, and Jerry let out a boisterous laugh as he pointed his finger at the three.

“Maddox, it’s so good to see you again!” Jerry said in a mocking tone.

“Don’t count on reciprocation,” Maddox snapped back.

Jerry’s implant began to glow, and his eyes began to glow a bright red, “So. What’s stopping me from ordering this Carcharodontosaurus from just eating you all in one gulp? Or what’s stopping me from making your blood spill right from your guts?”

Maddox pointed his fist at Jerry, and sharp claws protruded out of his knuckles. Poison dripped from the ends of each claw onto the soft snow.

“I’ll shoot my claws out, so we’ll both end up dying if you try.”

Jerry let out another holler, and the Carcharodontosaurus began to let out a laugh too. After a few seconds, Jerry regained his composure, and tugged on the reins of the Carcharodontosaurus.

“Down, Romeo.”

The Carcharodontosaurus quickly collapsed to its bottom, laying its entire body down on the soft snow. Jerry got up from the saddle and walked along the back of the beast, his hands in his pockets. He had dead frizzy hair that seemed ready to fall out at any moment, and a gold necklace with a cross around his neck. He was shirtless in this weather, but wore gray cloth pants.

“You still have that fight left in you,” Jerry realized with joy in his eyes, “Good. But what about these other two?”

Jerry hopped off his beast and walked up to Dr. Aston, circling him and looking him in his eyes.

“And how about you, old man? Your brittle bones gonna stop you from putting up a fight?”

Dr. Aston sneered at Jerry, clenching his fists tight.

“Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I won’t fight back,” Dr. Aston replied. Jerry let out another giggle, it almost sounded like a little girl who was playing with her toys. His eyes darted to Loki.

“And what about you?”

Loki tensed up, and Jerry let out a sly smile. He looked past Loki’s shoulder and at the grave.

“Whose grave is that?” Jerry asked. Loki didn’t respond.

“Answer me boy!”

Jerry’s eyes began to glow brighter, and Loki’s heart raced. He could feel himself growing dizzier. Was this Jerry’s attribute?

“Mr. Mo’s!” Loki finally responded, “It’s Mr. Mo’s.”

Jerry let out a snort.

“The pitiful principal. I wouldn’t be surprised. That coward does not know the nature of this world. He doesn’t know anything!”

Jerry gave a ghastly grin and said,

“He deserved to die, if I’m going to be honest.”

Loki clenched his fists and instantly swung at Jerry. As his fist connected to Jerry’s cheek, he was sent stumbling to the side. Jerry let out a groan as he clenched his cheek, and a blue flame flickered in Loki’s eyes. Loki clenched his other fist and a blue glow began to emanate from Jerry. Loki lifted Jerry up into the air, gritting his teeth and seething at the man.

“You will NOT say that about Mr. Ma! He didn’t deserve to die!” Loki said. Jerry looked back at Loki and let out another laugh.

“You’re not so bad after all, huh?” Jerry cackled. He took his hands out of his pockets and shrugged. He had many gold rings on his fingers.

“Perhaps I underestimate the principal’s PET.”

Loki slammed Jerry into the wall of a nearby building, and Jerry let out a gasp of air as his head rattled back and forth. Loki began to clench his fist as tight as he could, and suddenly Jerry’s neck began to contract. He began to cough and choke, grasping at his throat as he struggled to breathe. The red from his eyes began to flicker away, and the Carcharodontosaurus looked at Jerry without reaction.

“SHUT. UP.”