OOC: This is officially the strangest thing that I've ever written. I'm not even sure why I posted it here actually…mmm… This is a tale that has come from the simple act of jumping the track of everything that I'd ever done before. I've never written a parody, or a 'horror' tale, or anything remotely bloody ever before. I'll leave it you to decide if I've watched many bloody movies. I started this because of a completely random bit of inspiration the day before school began this year. It was meant to be a one part one-time thing and it turned into this due to the fact that I needed somewhere to vent my sarcasm and annoyances from school daze (which could explain the unorthodox SPAGage).
Thanks to those who all read this rambling bit of work, thanks for the imput also. I could also see from the view numbers that there was regular number of glances so I must wonder if there silence readers of this out there ( I could hope…).
So that's all I can say, and in conclusion…here is the conclusion for 'Bloody…Random…Weird…oh well'…
IC :Why he stopped is due to a long line of complicated events that are not worth bothering with. Anyway, you knew that he would never pull the trigger. He's the bad guy and you know that something is going to happen to stop him. It's a basic principle that the 'bad guy' is eliminated in some violent way, or at least foiled from doing his perfect plan. Which brings us back to the reason that he didn't pull the trigger.
In simple terms, his head was chomped off. Half it at least, so that everything above his muzzle was gone. Almost gone, the hare's ears were still sticking out of the beast's jaws.
The Beast, half in the tram by way of the back window, took another chomp out of the hare's body before it even hit to the floor. The case of vaccine clattered across the floor from the body, right between the footpaws of Rex.
"Ooo, convenience."
Before Rex picked it up, the beast growled in a loud, nerve cracking tone.
Maw foaming, eyes bloody red, skin at a mix of flesh and strips of gray, kinda fluffy looking, fur, the Beast yanked itself forward, at the three still alive creatures in the tram.
"What in the world? Is that what I think it is?" Rex gasped, "It can't be..."
"A chinchilla," Jessi confirmed in dazed, 'out of it' tone, "Yes, we didn't know…"
The fluffy gray muzzle of the beast twitched, much like that of a rabbit, it was four or five times the size of any normal beast and if it weren't this huge, dangerous, fearsome, bloody beast it could be considered cute. If you don't understand what a chinchilla is look it up on Google so you'll understand this little inside joke.
It hopped forward.
Rex knew he had to do something and the gears of his disjointed mind rolled. Dringer no longer was available to counter him with level headedness. It was all up to him. He grabbed the vaccine case and tossed it to Jessi, "Save Dringer, I'll handle the beast."
"But..."
"Or we could be stand dumbly and be appetizers."
"Good luck, I..."
"If you say you love me I swear I'll just use you as bait."
"Oh. Forget it then."
The white striped fox breathed deeply and sprinted at the chinchilla beast. The action took the beast off guard and it only managed a snap at the fox when Rex was already past. Rex leapt out of the rear window of the speeding tram, an action that makes absolutely no sense when you're trying to save the day. Somehow his paw snagged an outside latter rod and his body swung from possibility of becoming a bloody smear to ending up on the side of the tram on a skinny ledge. He heard the beast howl, he wondered how a chinchilla could howl, chinchillas were supposed to sit around, nibble and look cute, this was a truly messed up beast.
He noted the unusual calm on the outside of this tram. The F/X noted this too and the fans began send a windy gale on the figure of Rex.
Rex couldn't hold it in any more, "You will not defeat me! I refuse to be the outcome of some random twist! I have a bullet hole in my chest, I've went through hordes of zombies, you can't get rid of me," as he yelled his rants, he edged down the side of the tram. As if someone heard him the gale lowered a bit. For once in his life Rex couldn't figure out an actual sarcastic comment. The realization that this was life or death dawned on him, and he still had not bothered to read the script so he didn't have clue what was going to happen. Screeching metal, the chinchilla was following, its claws puncturing the metal of the tram.
"Chinchilla's don't have claws!" Rex screamed.
Minor detail, ignore it. Rex couldn't ignore objects that could rip his lungs out.
The red light, the fox saw it, he kept edging carefully along. Rex made it to the other edge of the tram, nowhere to go. The chinchilla would get him soon and it would all be over.
The growl sounded, and before he could do anything else, the claws caught his black vest. Rex turned to stare dumbly at the beast whose maw drooled inches away from his own gapping jaw. There was only one last thing to do. The fox put up a paw, "One moment," the fox quickly rubbed a tuff of fur on the chinchilla monster's muzzle, "Hey, whatdoya know, it Iis/I eerily soft and fluffy. Carry on."
The beast opened its mouth to unceremonially chomp Rex.
The red light was much closer. The fox closed his eyes. As least he did a cool action scene without a stunt double before he died.
BANG!
A gunshot rang out over the noise of the tram. The beast flinched, the side of its face exploded in redness, its turned its attention away from Rex. While it was distracted, paws yanked the fox, by his vest, into the tram. The next thing, Rex found himself looking into Jessi's eyes, as they stumbled to the tram floor. Jessi had pulled him in. Rex almost wanted to kiss her.
You actually thought he got away from that chinchilla that easily?
The beast's head bashed in from one of the side windows, way too close for comfort, its head lunged at Rex. Someone screamed, if doesn't matter who really. Another shot rang out, but that doesn't matter much either. Rex didn't have any time to scramble, dodge or hop away from the jaws but that also doesn't matter much. What does matter is the red light. You know that red light that was mentioned various times before and Rex saw and was meant to signify something? That was a signal light on a certain change of the tram tunnel. The narrowing of the passage came, and the bulk of the beast hung off the side. Not enough clearance for the bulk so…
I'll generalize and say a lot of blood splattered accompanied by a loud eardrum puncturing roar and the chinchilla was no longer in the window.
"Jessi? You, you, s-saved me," Rex stuttered, "But if you pulled me in, who made that shot?"
Someone snickered and Rex noticed Dringer holding his signature shotgun, standing, non-zombiefied.
"That vaccine worked pathetically well," Rex said.
"Plot device Rex, plot device," Dringer laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Doesn't matter now, all that matters that its about to be the final act, right....about...
O O O
"Now."
The three surviving creatures found themselves outside of a reflective steel sliding door, in the middle of a ballroom that contained a slick hardwood floor and a lone piano and a sparkling chandelier. A picture window showed the outside of trees and flowers in a nighttime setting.
"How did we get out here already?" Rex said.
"Unorthodox transition," Dringer said, "Now that we're out and this is the point where we tie everything up in a non Boy Scout regulation knot."
"Wait, I gave you the vaccine but you're still a raccoon. Shouldn't you turn back into mouse?" Jessi pondered.
"We're not tying up everything."
Rex scratched at the back of his ear, "We've just escaped the 'Mole Hole', survived a series of events that even Stephen King would scoff at, have a unheard of number of survivors, and unearthed that the Umbrella Corp. doesn't make umbrellas. So what now?"
Dringer shrugged then pointed at Rex, "But first, how come you were shot through the chest and are still alive?"
"Yeah, I don't even know the answer to that," Jessi added.
"It's kinda complicated but...what was that sound?"
There was a clicking outside.
"Is that a tree branch or something?" Rex whispered, "Or could it possibly be another plot twist?"
"Haven't we went through enough?" Jessi sobbed.
"Forget about us, how 'bout the audience that has stuck through this whole thing?" Dringer hissed.
Suddenly creatures in dark attires crashed through the picture window and before anyone could react the beasts shot something at them.
Dringer saw Jessi and Rex fall to the floor. He was panicking now and a dark dread overcame him, "Who are you? What the heck are you doing? What is mentally wrong with the author of this? Wh-" Dringer felt the puncture of a dart in his throat and just as quick a sleepiness over came him, he fell back, back, the gloom over taking him. He heard voices.
"These guys musta made it out, good thing too, wouldn't want to lose these two especially."
"Yeah, it would be millions of dollars down the drain."
"Why couldn't they use those millions of dollars to raise our wages."
"I wouldn't question the Corp."
"What are we doing here again."
"Activating a infamous plot twist and leaving it unsolved for the sequel."
BANG!
"Why'd you shoot him?"
"Too much fourth wall breaking in this story."
"Take the fox and the squirrel."
"How 'bout the raccoon?"
"Leave him, he's useless to our cause."
"Won't he tell what he saw in there?"
"Heck, if he does, why will it matter? Who would believe him?"
"One of those nuts at a sci-fi convention?"
"No one. Leave him...for the sequel…"
Dringer fully lost consciousness.
O O O
