A New Discovery
JoshDD / Hello, I'm back everyone with another story I'll stick to this time. WARNING: This story will contain graphical blood scenes but no sexual themes planned yet in use. If you're light-heart, read at your own risk.
RATED T
If you're below the age of 14, this story isn't for you and you should leave.
This is chapter 1. The rest of the chapters will be released in 2019. I've been slow to progress because of unfortunate events that occurred in my life, however I can assure you all it's fine. Here are all the details in relation to the story,
1. Title: The Death Cure
2 Synopsis: An unknown puppy virus strikes upon a few of the pups, leisurely transferred to the others too, excluding Rocky unexpectedly, alerting Ryder to why he is the sole pup not to be infected. Ryder, Rocky and with the help of a few friends will have to react quickly to develop a cure to curing the pups before it's too late. It makes it more difficult as there is also difficulty, harshness and tension that arises during those situations.
3 Each chapter consists of more than 2,000 characters.
4 Chapters will release in-between weeks. (Saturday)
5 There will be a total of 15 chapters to the story. Chapter 16 will be the epilogue..
Occasionally, it wasn't to be interpreted to any person. A cure could devastate a whole united country. But how; you may ask. Simple. A population could go baloney just to get their hands onto a suitable cure that its user would benefit from. Fighting, rioting, squabbling...and the whole lot of it. Nobody could've said otherwise.
However, this virus was in no relation to the description above. Only pups got it, and only Adventure Bay knew about it at the moment. That was the origin.
The Lookout came into-view. It was a well-structured, hi-tech building containing an observation deck for required missions solely. The lowered level or lobby was mostly used for hang-out times, mostly used for t.v specials, and mostly used for snack times. The Lookout was a cylinder tower, compromising the colors blue navy and red as well as accommodating a telescope, occasionally used by Ryder when in need.
The pups, Chase, Marshall, Skye, Rocky, Zuma and Rubble couldn't ask for a better leader/owner and accommodation. They were loving it, and there was nothing that they would change, considering the amount of memories filled with content that they experienced daily, or if not, practically daily. Ryder was an amazing owner and sometimes it occurred to them if that would convert, defining they were developing into maturity. Were they? Yes. It was happening whether they liked it or not. And they didn't. They loved being young, so energetic and lively at times, sometimes getting too beforehand of themselves without warning but they'd learn from their mistakes from time to time, thanks to Ryder's acknowledgment everything had the aspects of so much tranquility with him around.
The members were all unique in their own way, that included with Everest too. They had their own jokes too from time to time, that wasn't converting, and they were glad about it.
"And that is one more drop of sulfuric acid..." Rocky said, utilizing the bottle with his arm tool carefully and intentionally, avoiding a mistake as he knew the chemical's reaction was corrosive and wasn't pleasant if it met with irrelevant skin or fur. He smiled. "That should do it!"
Ryder smiled. "Perfect. That should create ammonium sulfate!" He scratched Rocky's ear, making him purr like a cat. "You'll win the young scientist awards in no time!"
"Thanks for believing in me, Ryder, never considered doing something so...complex like this. Heh.."
"You're the most intelligent out of the PAW patrol, if you wanted to know. Oh, and by the way..." Ryder knelt down and whispered in Rocky's left ear. "Don't tell Chase."
Rocky chuckled. I'm sure he knows. He thought.
Ryder got up to his previous position. "You guys make me the proudest, and I don't know what I'd do without you pups!"
Rocky watched as Ryder left. "Me neither." He smiled. Then he spotted Chase and Marshall both walking inside the Lookout, and decided, why not join them!
His traits at developing scientific stuff has developed to a higher standard with his every invention. His intelligence was becoming higher, as was his inventions more advanced. He wanted to, as much as possible, lend a constant paw to every citizen that needed to resolve a issue. Whether it was urgent or not, it didn't matter to Rocky. Whenever help was needed, he was there. The PAW patrol was invented for a motivation to aid anything, be it human or animal. Their motto was there to keep them going for endurance and for remembrance in case any of them sustained a lack of confidence during a mission. Rocky knew all that there was to know.
He would never get enough. His love for art and inventing was so admirable, that at one point on his birthday everyone held the biggest party for Rocky for his past accomplishments and more to come. Rocky was intelligent. That is what he was best at. No other pup could beat his intelligence. Except for Ryder because he taught Rocky almost everything so far. Rocky was always surprised by how much Ryder knew about science, art, nature, the environment...He even at one point thought that Ryder was some kind of superhuman sent by the gods to fulfill something and complete the PAW patrol to a certain end. He knew that was the most stupidest thought he ever could think of. 'Me?' He thought. 'The most intelligent pup out of the PAW patrol thinks of THAT? Yikes!'
He never would let the pups down. He promised himself, at all costs he would always be there to help them in every situation they needed him. He never let them down. Not once.
"Yo, guys. I practically concluded the investigation on the new project for the young scientist awards. I've got the apparatus, notes and other relevant stuff associated with the experiment. The hypothesis was successfully observed and I've got all the data inscription in my notes specifically designed for experiment uses."
Chase stopped in his tracks. So did Marshall.
"Yeah. English please." The German Shepherd rolled his eyes at Rocky's use of words, not wanting to compete with Rocky. There was no point.
Rocky smirked. "Not even Chase, the most bravest pup in Adventure Bay have a clue, concerning what I'm saying? Hmm,"
Chase laughed as Rocky teased him. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not that intelligent as you." He said the last sentence in a whisper.
"W-What was that, Chase? Didn't quite hear you," Rocky teased him.
"I said I'm not that intelligent as you." He mumbled, not quite liking the fact that Rocky was teasing him intentionally, and the fact that he knew Rocky was the most intelligent out of the group, excluding Ryder. However, Chase was smart enough to understand he wasn't yet at Rocky's level of intelligence. Yet.
"Still couldn't quite hear you,"
"I SAID I'm NOT that intelligent like you are." Chase looked at Rocky in an unusual way which made Marshall hold his laughter in with his paws covering his mouth.
"I knew it!" Rocky exclaimed. "Heh, heh."
Chase smiled and caught Rocky under one of his front legs and used the other one to playfully jerk his fur on his head. Rocky then started chasing Chase around the field.
Marshall sighed gladly. He loved seeing his members have fun. He thought nothing was better than pups playing games, such as chasing, tug-o-war, pup pup boogie and sometimes even contests with each other. It wasn't about winning for them, it was all about having fun. "Fun days..."
He was gonna turn around when he felt a sudden sharp sting in his stomach. "Agh." He used one paw to touch his abdominal, totally clueless with what it was that he just experienced. "Probably just a cramp from playing too much soccer." He decided to disregard it and to just take it easy and not be so energetic after a game of soccer. He thought it might be just a cramp. He left and headed inside the Lookout, allowing Chase and Rocky to continue chasing each other.
Ryder was reading a book when he was alerted by Zuma and Rubble's movements. They got to him in a hurry. It meant something was wrong. Even their facial expressions said the same thing. "Anything wrong, pups?"
"Wyder, it hurts..." Zuma said, shutting his eyes in pain. He was also touching his stomach just like Marshall was earlier, indicating this was a mystery.
"Woah, woah. Zuma, are you okay? Just breath..okay. What hurts?" Ryder's immediate approach seemed really startling, which expressed his care towards his pups. He also knew how to deal with stressful situations like these and that you should never freak out as that would make you even more worried and would agitate the situation more.
"M-My stomach, Wyder. I don't know what's wrong with it..." He replied.
"Maybe you ate something out of date." Ryder assumed. That might've not been the case as there was always more ways to what could've made this occur all of a sudden, without warning. Ryder glanced at Rubble.
"No. I didn't. It just came out of nowhere. It happened once to Wubble, but it wasn't as bad."
"It did, Ryder. I got a sharp pain. I grunted once but it went away right after. It wasn't as as bad as Zuma's."
"Alright, I'll inform the other pups that I'm taking you guys to Dr. Wilson. Stay here, we're going with the PAW Patroller since you won't be able to successfully use your hovercraft. I'll be back swiftly." He rushed outside, dropping the book on a cushion as he left.
"You're gonna be okay, Zuma. I promise." Rubble smiled, knowing he should reassure his friend that everything was going to be okay and that there was no need to panic as much. "We'll have this problem fixed in no time!"
"Thanks, dude." He smiled. "I'm sure doc will say there's nothing to worry about...wight?"
"Yeah, totally. He will. I'm sure it isn't as urgent as it seems."
They both smiled in unison and walked outside.
The PAW Patroller came in-view. "Okay, guys. I told the others that and that we're gonna be back shortly. They said they wanted to come but I insisted they should stay because it isn't that urgent. I hope."
Zuma gulped as he perceived Ryder. He knew Ryder was invariably indisputable and consistent, regarding the subject of inventing, knowledge of medications and teaching. Zuma, nonetheless, sensed that Ryder wasn't all that perfect. He was just a human. Humans make mistakes, as well as pups making misconceptions. The Chocolate Labrador pup knew at some point in life Ryder would by some means mismanage a situation that would conduct to dreadful consequences or repercussions. He liked hesitating and refusing it, but deep inside he knew he was right. 'Please tell me I'm wrong.'
Ryder seen Zuma's worried face. He jumped out and embraced Zuma. "Pup, there's nothing to be afraid of, I'm sure it's nothing that bad and besides, if it is, do know we'll all be alongside you."
"I hope you'we wight."
"Let's go. It's gonna be dark soon so we should get a move on." The two pups nodded and got inside.
Ryder gave the signal and Robo-dog barked as he accelerated the vehicle, crossed the bridge and drove towards their destination being the outskirts of Adventure Bay.
"You think Zuma's okay?" Marshall was worried about his water-pup.
He felt the urge of helping Zuma since it was his duty to. He didn't quite understand why Ryder felt so worried and agitated. Of course, he appreciated the concern he had for his pups but why so much for a really small problem? Or was it something much bigger and unexpected? Marshall knew he was also in danger if Zuma was. He experienced the same thing as the water-pup, just not as painful. He hoped Ryder wasn't keeping secrets from him or the other pups. The PAW patrol made a statement to never keep secrets from each other. Secrets could devastate their friendships. Everything was meant to be non-secret at all costs. Ryder made the rule. And it was to be followed.
"Yeah, Marshall. Of course!" Skye assured him. She flipped. She was the pup who always brought a smile to everyone's presence. Her gratitude was always carefully shown. She always wanted to show everyone that you should be full of grace when you're needed to, whether in spiteful situations or least. For confidence, grace and hope that the subsequent would be fine.
"Zuma is strong. He can get through anything!" Chase tagged in. It was his job to constantly motivate the pups, as he usually pushes the pups to their maximum limits, whether it's through an exercise of yoga in the morning or competing against the Catastrophe Crew. "I've known him and you guys for almost my whole life. Nothing can break us apart!" He knew that wasn't all true. "Apart from..."
Skye looked worried now. "Apart from what, Chase?"
Chase gazed at Marshall, then back at Skye. Death. "Uh, It's nothing. Forget it." He insisted, knowing it wouldn't happen to everyone. He wanted to be optimistic and not pessimistic, no matter how grave the danger of a situation would be. He hoped this wasn't at all as bad as it seemed to be.
Marshall wasn't too keen on just letting it go. He was curious to what Chase wanted to say. And what made him put a full stop to his sentence. He wanted to inquire him but decided against it. He knew if he found out, he wouldn't stop thinking about it. It would drive him mad. It's probably just nothing.
Rest of the chapters will pick off from January 2019! Once a week!
There's gonna be science involved in this story from time to time, and I'm no expert so if I write something that is totally wrong please inform me in the reviews section and I'll change it.
Tracker, Sweetie, Aarby, etc..will not be in this story. Everest is.
It's great to be back, I guess. I have that lovely feeling of being able to write once again.
Thanks everyone, have a nice day!