Location: Selangor Shooting Association(Malaysia)
A middle aged man opened fire at a paper target with his AR-15, startling Richard's friend John. Richard didn't even flinch since he was already used to the sound of gunfire. After all, shooting had been his hobby ever since he was 13.
"Alright, let's see how this old thing performs." Reaching over to the shooting table, Richard grabbed an old UZI submachine gun he had rent from the armory before loading a fresh magazine into the weapon. "Uzi nine millimeter machine gun, here we go."
Despite firing the weapon in short controlled bursts, Richard quickly emptied the weapon's 32 round magazine.
"Quick ain't it?" John smugly remarked.
Feeling irritated by his friend's "Smartass Remarks", the fifteen year old Richard turned towards his friend, who was a year younger than him.
"At least I had fun." Richard released the bolt on the UZI submachine gun pulled out the magazine before laying the weapon on the table. "Unlike you, Mr. Pussy."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Hey, you were pretty terrified of that .22 caliber M4 though." Richard chuckled slightly, remembering the time when he took John shooting for the first time. "I mean come on, I shot a shotgun on my first go and I held my own."
"Whoa everybody, we have a badass over here." John sarcastically said with a lame tone. "He shot a shotgun as his first gun."
"Ow shut up you twat." Richard shot back at his friend.
Having had enough fun with the UZI submachine gun, Richard placed the weapon back into its case and returned it to the armory before coming back to the sidearm range. Being a member of the Selangor Shooting Association gave him many privileges, and one of them was the ability to have a Carry and Use license, which allowed him to carry military caliber firearms whenever he was on the shooting range.
"What gun is that you have holstered in your Bianchi tactical holster?" John asked, having noticed a pistol in Richard's holster.
"A Sig Sauer P226 MK25 with a Surefire X300 tac light." Richard answered. "Finding a holster for this was a pain in the ass until I realized it could fit in a P226R holster if I attached a tac light."
John looked on at Richard with great envy. Sig Sauer pistols had been his favorite sidearms and seeing a friend carry one around gave him a great deal of jealousy.
"Jealous?" Richard asked his friend with a grin on his face.
"Shut up!"
"Heh, I still like my retro AR-15 build better though." Opening a blue pelican case, Richard grabbed his "Retro" AR-15, which he had assembled from a parts kit to resemble an old XM16E1 of the Vietnam War era. "Check this out."
"Needs something sharp." John fixed an old M7 bayonet onto the rifle. "There."
Nodding in satisfaction, Richard loaded a 20 round magazine into the AR-15 and opened fire at a steel target, startling John on the first two shots.
Location: The Land Before Time
Thunders roared in the sky as a rainstorm struck the land. In the distance, three figures moved through the land which resembled that of Earth 65 million years ago. But these weren't human figures, and they didn't resemble the figures of any modern day creatures. These figures aren't of modern beings. Rather, they were of ancient beasts that had captivated people's imaginations for centuries: The Dinosaurs.
A Struthiomimus crept silently through the reeds near a herd of three resting Apatosaurus. At the tail of the youngest member of the herd was a small nest with four eggs. Three of the eggs were already broken into and the sole surviving egg was also the herd's last hope for the future.
The Struthiomimus crept closer to the nest and noticed that the egg was beginning to move and crack. He licked his lips in delight, if the egg was already beginning to hatch, it meant he had a fully developed hatchling to feast on.
Unfortunately for the Struthiomimus, fate had other ideas. As he got closer, the Struthiomimus grabbed the egg and attempted to make a run for it but was instead smacked in the face by the younger Apatosaurus, causing him to drop the egg.
The egg rolled down the decaying spinal bone of a dead dinosaur and flew off into a small raging river. It continued rolling down off a waterfall before landing on soft dry ground.
Having landed right in front of a group of small creatures, the egg caused them to run away and scatter in surprise. Slowly the egg cracked open, first revealing a small tail quickly followed by the legs. Soon the whole egg broke open, revealing a baby Apatosaurus.
Rolling over its lump, the hatchling took his first breath of air. He smiled innocently and squeaked as he took in his new surroundings.
"Here I am." a loving voice said from above.
The hatchling looked up and saw three huge Apatosaurus towering over him. The one in the middle lowered her head and smiled at him.
Starting to feel scared, the hatchling backed away, scrambling to get away. He didn't get very far before getting a lick. Curling up into a ball and hiding under his forepaws, he felt another lick. This time it didn't feel threatening at all, it felt loving and affectionate.
Looking up, the hatchling recognized the huge female Apatosaurus as his mother and licked her snout in return. As he reached up to hug his mother's face, various small creatures emerged to greet the newcomer. Some had flabs of skin coming from their arms and waddled as they walked, while others crawled on all four limbs and had two big eyes. Frightened by the new faces, the hatchling retreated to the safety of his mother's massive legs.
"Oh don't be frightened." the female Apatosaurus gently said to her newborn son. "Come out now."
The hatchling peeked out from behind his mother's legs. Some of the creatures smiled at the Apatosaurus Hatchling as he nuzzled his mother's leg. The hatchling opened his mouth wide as he yawned. Looking at the small creatures surrounding him, the hatchling jolted in surprise. He tried to get away and stumbled over his feet, apparently walking on all fours wasn't yet easy for the hatchling.
The mother giggled as she lifted her newborn son up by the back, lifting him up onto her back. The hatchling delightfully stomped around on his mother's back before sliding down to his mother's neck.
"Now you be careful, my Littlefoot." she said, giving a gently smile.
Littlefoot yawned again as two elderly Apatosaurus gazed down upon their grandson. Littlefoot looked up at his grandfather and grandmother, and squeaked in delight. The elders nuzzled their daughter's son lovingly as Littlefoot nestled into the folds of his mother's skin.
"Beautiful Littlefoot…" the mother softly whispered to her son as he slept soundly in the warmth of his caring family.
Location: Leatherman Home
Having finished his shooting session, Richard packed his rifle and pistol back into their respective pelican cases and walked towards an awaiting Porsche Panamera driven by his father.
Placing the pelican cases in the trunk of the car, Richard boarded the automobile and left the shooting range; headed home.
The thirty minute car ride was uneventful and with the exception of music coming from the radio, it was pretty quiet. So quiet that Richard slept through the entire journey.
Reaching the house, Richard grabbed the two pelican cases and headed in with his father.
"Honey, we're home!" his father Jackson called out to his wife.
"In the kitchen honey." The scent of grilled meat was picked up by both of them. "Put the guns back in the cage. Oh, and Richard!"
"Yeah mom?"
"A friend of mine from the United States sent a gift to you." Richard's Mother Teresa yelled from the kitchen. "He thought you'd like it."
With curiosity getting to him, Richard quickly placed the firearms back into the gun cage and headed upstairs to his room. His family held dual citizenship Malaysia and Canada, and they were living the highlife wherever they went as their father was the CEO of a multinational security company.
Opening the door to his room, Richard noticed a parcel on his table, which he opened after locking the door to his room.
"My god…" he thought to himself.
Inside was a nice looking custom made silver bracelet which looked pretty typical. But this was no ordinary bracelet, it was one of the few "Illuminati Artifacts" which were supposed to grant powers to those that wore it.
"I wonder how much he paid for this" Richard muttered to himself. "This is literal Illuminati shit. The real deal."
Putting on the bracelet, Richard felt a surge of power run through him and decides to test it out for himself. Placing the now empty box on the floor, Richard read the instructions, which told him to point at an object and think of the effects he had wanted.
"Hmm, let's kill it with fire." Pointing his finger at the box, Richard put the thought of fire into his mind and the box instantly went up in flames. "Wow." Since an indoor fire was dangerous, Richard extinguished the flame by putting the thought of an extinguished fire in his mind. "I think I can use my powers to good effect."
Walking to the backyard of the house, Richard grabbed a few discarded boxes and prepared to test out his abilities. Just for laughs, he decided to point his middle finger at one of the boxes.
BOOM!
A small explosion occurred, jolting Richard for a few seconds. Apparently the middle finger was really "Fuck You", with an explosive twist. Richard's father soon appeared came out from the house into the backyard armed with a shotgun.
"What happened, Richard?" Jackson asked his son. "I heard a boom."
Reaching his hand out, Richard took the shotgun away from his father using the powers given to him by the Illuminati bracelet. "Dad, I think Illuminati is confirmed."
"You mean your mother's friend gave you a…" the father took a big gulp before continuing. "Illuminati bracelet?"
"Apparently so…" Imagining himself to be holding a rifle, Richard aimed his "gun" at a passing bird. "BANG!"
As soon as he yelled, the bird fell from the sky and hit the ground, dead from the apparent "gunshot".
"O-Okay Richard," Jackson nervously said to his son. "Don't kill me."
"Don't worry dad, I won't."
Richard handed the shotgun back to his father, who slings it over his shoulder. "Have fun with your powers, just remember that dinner is coming soon. And I heard mom is fixing us grilled boar."
"My favorite."
As his father reentered the house, Richard grinned excitedly and grabbed himself a few more boxes.
With more targets to quench his sense of curiosity, Richard had fun the entire afternoon playing with his newfound abilities.