Need…reviews…to…write any more…
Anyway, now begins the really strange stuff. Time for lengthy dialogue! Making out who is saying what can be difficult, but you can figure it out most of the time.
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Chapter 11
"No, you can't be my mate!"
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Mikah sighed, stretching his aching limbs. The night was over and he had gotten almost no sleep, but he had to go on. Raptor slowed down and let both Mikah and the female raptor, now called Rosa, take the lead. The female said nothing, but kept glancing at Mikah strangely, and he figured out what she was thinking.
"Where are we going?" She suddenly asked. Raptor coughed.
"We are going to the human's main headquarters…where they did everything important on this island. There we will find a way to contact Mikah's friends and they will come pick him up. Then I just…leave. I have no idea what you are going to do."
"He's leaving?!" Rosa squealed in dismay. "Why?!"
"He's not a dinosaur…yet. He did something stupid and he is slowly turning into a raptor."
"Isn't he a raptor now?"
"Are you kidding?" Mikah said, rolling his eyes. "I don't even have a tail."
"He looks like a raptor to me…"
"Rosa, just don't think about it; he's probably already married or something." Raptor said. "Right?"
"Actually, I'm happily single."
"Yeah, he's reserved."
"What's your problem? Let the girl dream all she wants, it won't hurt anything." Mikah growled.
"He says he's not with anyone." Raptor corrected, and Mikah grimaced when he saw the joy in Rosa's eyes. "How old are you, Mikah?"
"Why all of a sudden?"
"It came up." Raptor muttered.
"I'm twenty."
"Months?"
"Years." Raptor gasped and stopped walking. "What?"
"Jesus Christ, you're older than my grandfather!"
"How old are you?" Mikah asked.
"Two months old…but I have the lifespan of a human, from what I heard from the scientists. How long is that?"
"About a century, or a hundred years."
"God, that's incredible!"
"What did he say?" Rosa asked, trying to understand what was going on.
"He is twenty years old. I am two months, and since I will have the lifespan of a human I will live to be a hundred. If I'm right, that makes you about my age in raptor years, Mikah."
"Joy. How old is Rosa?" Raptor repeated the question to Rosa.
"One month as of…yesterday."
"Wow, I'm traveling with infants." Mikah said sarcastically. "And the younger of the two infants wants to get it on with me."
"What is he saying?" Rosa asked.
"He's saying that he wants us to get there sooner." Raptor lied.
"I hate you…"
"I know, Mikah, you've said that a thousand times already." Raptor said dismissively. Rosa growled, running up to Mikah's side.
"So…you want to…be my mate?" Mikah didn't even turn to look at her.
"No."
"What did he say?"
"He said yes."
"No I didn't!" Mikah yelled, turning around to walk backwards. "You liar!"
"He didn't say that, I know he didn't!" Rosa growled.
"Alright, so I translated it wrong, so what?"
"Do it again and you'll have that brilliant little brain of yours on the ground with bits of your skull, and we can see if it is the size of a walnut." Mikah said, spinning around.
"Ouch, that was cold." Raptor hissed.
"What did he say?"
"He said he's going to blow my brain out."
"How could you?!" Rosa cried.
"I deserve it, I guess." Raptor said, shrugging. "Actually he said no, so I guess you're still single. How about me?"
"No!" Rosa hissed, jumping in front of Mikah and using him to shield herself. "Well…why not?"
"Because I'm a human, and you're a raptor. It should be obvious."
"He said?"
"He said it is because humans don't support inter-species relationships, and he is just mad because dinosaurs just don't care."
"Better…" Mikah muttered.
"So that's a definite no?"
"Right."
"He said that's right." Raptor translated.
"You'll change your mind…I'm very convincing." Rosa held her head high, trotting beside Mikah.
"I doubt it…this sucks."
"What did he-"
"He said he wants to kill us all because he hates us for being annoying and trying to kill him. And he wants to hang himself because he is growing claws and fangs."
"Spot on." Mikah said, smiling slightly.
"Cheer up, Mikah; you'll be fine once you've had some sleep." Rosa said cheerily. "You smell good…"
"Nice to know."
"What-"
"He's making smartass remarks because he hasn't slept in three days straight, and had been marching nonstop the entire time."
"Oh."
"Spot on." Mikah muttered again.