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"Now, we ain't gonna be gettin' too close to the bayou, you know it can be dangerous. And I didn't bring a gun." Mercy called, walking casually behind her sister who had bounded ahead.
"I know, gators and snakes and bugs, yadda yadda." Anne flung a hand dismissively. "Come on, slow poke, I know you're not no morning person, but 10AM ain't that early!"
Mercy didn't reply. She stepped up her speed a little, just enough to get her beside her little sister. She smiled and took a deep breath. It was nice getting out in the woods on days like this. Hardly a cloud in the sky; everything was crisp and fresh. Dew was still clinging onto blades of grass, slipping and squishing quietly beneath Mercy's pink boots. They matched Anne's, naturally.
"I'm tellin' ya, Mercy. Wasn't no Bigfoot. Sounded like a dinosaur to me. Maybe a little one, otherwise it'd have been louder." Anne leveled her hand to represent how big she thought the 'dinosaur' would be.
Mercy was always amused at how serious Anne was about her cryptids and story telling. "You sure it wasn't Bigfoot?" She teased, flopping Anne's bangs back to mess up her hair. Anne shook her head and fixed her bangs with a 'hmph.'
"Nah, it's gotta be a dino."
"You know the dinosaurs died out a long time ago." Mercy stated. "Whole asteroid thing and all. I read that birds were- oof! Anne, what'd you stop for?" Mercy had almost run over the girl, who had abruptly stopped moving forward. She was staring upwards, mouth gaped.
"M-Mercy, look!" She pointed a boney hand up at a tree that was near the waters edge. "I told you! I told you it was a little dinosaur!"
"What'er you goin' on about?" Mercy squinted and looked off where the finger lead- straight up to- "Oh my God." They had never actually come across anything before on these monster hunts. But there, right before Mercy's own eyes, was a lizard. A giant purple lizard, obviously asleep, high up in one of the trees. It's tail was wrapped cautiously around the branch is was draped over.
"We gotta capture it!" Anne whispered, scared it may wake to her voice despite it being far up in a tree a few feet off.
Mercy took to whispering along with Anne."No way! We don't know what that thing even is! It could be a escaped mutant. . . thing. From like, a government facility! Or an alien. Or. . . something!" She was starting to sound like her sister, now.
"I told ya, it's gotta be a dinosaur!"
"Don't look like no dinosaur I ever seen. Besides, how would we even catch it? It would just run off! Or try'n bite us!"
"We gotta dog cage at home, remember? We could go back and get it, and maybe trick it. Could set some food out inside the cage, like when you capture a bunny with a box, stick, and a carrot!" Anne was looking at Mercy with pleading, desperate eyes.
The older sister sighed and softened. "I guess my name's not Mercy for nothin'." She said in defeat.
It wasn't the most peaceful of sleep. Being stuck up in a tree for fear you'll lose your tail in the dark isn't the best feeling, and not good to sleep on. Not at all. Some how, Randall managed. He planned to find some way back to his world when day came.
Tap. Tap tap.
"Mmm." His large, squinty eyes opened, painfully adjusting to the morning sun. Something was making a noise. The sound of rocks being thrown. Yes, that was it. Randall glanced down at the marsh water. The alligator was no longer there.
The pitter-patter of the rocks had stopped the moment he stirred, but he paid no mind. His head lifted and he stretched his arms, but dare not unwind his tail from the branch just yet. "With that animal gone, I can climb down. But God, where am I?" He looked off in the distance, but tall trees blocked his view. He really was in the muddle of nowhere, and wasn't keen on climbing higher either. "I'll just go the way I came." He mumbled to himself after a yawn, finally untwisting his tail and slithering down the thick trunk. "Back track to that trailer. There's gotta be more people nearby. More houses means kids. More kids, more closets." He grinned.
The grass and leaves where cool on his smooth feet. He glanced around, trying to recall which way he went. Then, out the corner of his eye, he spotted something metallic. Off half-hidden beside a bush was a cage. It looked cramped. The door had been swung wide open, and inside sat a big chunk of raw meat. Randall shook his head at it.
"A trap for one of those big nosed beasts?" He questioned out loud suspiciously, eying the woods around him. He was being watched. Randall could feel it on his back. The monster slipped into invisibility and began to lurk around.
"Where'd he go?" Whispered the voice of Anne, hidden some distance off.
"Just disappeared!" Replied Mercy beside her.
The two were crouched low in the brush. They had been setting for a good twenty minutes before Anne had the idea to throw rocks at the 'dinosaur.' Which had worked to waken it, brightening their spirits. If it hadn't, Mercy was sure they would have been viciously torn to pieces by one pissed off lizard. She was happy she brought her fathers gun with her when they made their second trip down to the marsh with the cage. It was a shotgun, and while she had used it a few good times, she wasn't very good at aiming.
Anne made a disappointed noise. "What do we do now?"
Mercy shrugged, peeking out from behind the thick bush they were using for cover. "It's probably gone." She admitted sadly.
Anne slumped down onto her bottom in the dirt. "We were so close. Couldn't of been no illusion. Right?" She sighed.
Then, Mercy shrieked. She grabbed the shot gun and rose her arms in the air, up on her feet and moving towards a surprised and highly startled Anne. "Mercy?" She yelled, horrified, looking behind her.
"Ack!" Randall- or the dinosaur- began to get clobbered on the head by the end of Mercy's shotgun. Deja vu. Adrenalin was bursting through her body and she struck again and again- until- 'plop.' There had been no struggle. Stupid beast.
"Son of'a bitch was gonna bite your head off!" Mercy yelled, trembling from the Adrenalin. She was still standing over Anne, panting and glaring down at the creature who was knocked out cold in the dirt.
Anne, who looked just as petrified as Mercy at that moment, was staring down at the lizard in astonishment. She looked up at her sister and gave a small hysterical laugh. "Oh man, you saved my tail!"
Finally, Mercy lowered her arms and backed up. She couldn't take her eyes off of the beast. For what looked like a blood thirsty killer moments ago, was now a harmless lump of purple and blue scales. "C-come on. We gotta shove this thing up in the cage'n take'em home. We can't let this thing stay out here. It'll be snatchin' up children and scaring the locals."
So the two hefted the lizard up by both ends and carried him off to the cage. They dumped him in and closed the door. Mercy latched the dog door and placed a lock onto it, of which she had the key.
It took some time but between the two, they were able to carry the heavy cage back home.
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