The Fate of the World
By Jeremy Gordon (squalldaman@ameritech.net)
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The group of researchers and scientists were driving in follow of the Tyranitar, when Donald told them to stop.
"Shh! Stop the truck right now! Back into that little grove now." Donald ordered, as the trailer went in reverse. "Look up, in the trees. See that white shape?" he said as the others nodded. "That thing is a Persian. Very intelligent, very fast. It isn't very strong, but since it is fast, it uses it's sharp claws for a Slash attack. Critical damage every time. One can rip your head off, and another can split your stomach in half."
"Why don't people just counter it with a Rock type? Slash is a normal type attack, so wouldn't Rock repel it?" Marissa asked quizzicaly.
"You'll see. Keep quiet." Donald said, as the Persian lept off the trees and landed in the water. "The Persian absorbs water into its fur, then lets it loose. It can't produce a very strong water attack, but it's Bubblebeam is strong enough to take out a Rock type in a few shots. They hunt in packs. This one is probably a searcher for prey. If one ever finds you, try to force its claws apart. If you can't, you are already dead." he finished, stepping back. "It should be okay to drive forward." The trailer started moving.
"So how can you keep track of this Tyranitar?" Grant asked Ali, who was driving.
"Easy to tell. See all the broken twigs, and fallen trees? Nothing else is big enough to do that." Ali answered, as he drove the trailer.
"How far away is the nest?" Jared asked.
"It could be anywhere from a mile to 20 miles away from here." Vincent responded. "We just have to follow it."
"Guys, stop bothering Ali and Marissa. They need to drive." Brian said annoyingly, and they went to the back of the trailer.
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"Well, we are at the nest." Ali yelled to the back, as Vincent came rushing forward.
"Perfect! Drive a little bit forward so I can use the hatch on top to get some pictures." Vincent said eagerly.
"Be sure to get some good ones Vincent." Grant scoffed, as the young man opened the hatch to take pictures. Suddenly, it started to rain.
"Oh crap....I can't take pics in this weather. Looks like we'll have to hang low and wait until it clears out."
"Yeah, a bright flash in the rain might make the Tyranitar very angry." Marissa said, as Vincent closed the hatch.
"Speaking of which, where is the Tyranitar?" Jared asked. Suddenly, there was a pounding sound in the ground. The glass of water Brian had been drinking began to move. THUMP. THUMP THUMP.
"Shit....what is that?" Brian said in a panic.
"Shh.....wait....lemme take the binoculars and take a look...." Donald said, moving towards the front. "Oh no. Oh no." As the others moved to the front, they saw what made Donald so scared. The Tyranitar was moving full speed towards the trailer. "Everyone! Get ready to jump out of the trailer!" Donald yelled. Ali got himself to the door, threw it open, and jumped out.
"Wait....the Tyranitar stopped.....it's walking away! Ali, come back in!" Brian yelled in excitement.
"Fwew, hat got me really----WOAH!" Ali screamed, as the ground gave way underneath him.
"ALI! SHIT!" Vincent yelled, as he stared out the door.
"I've got to go get him!" Jared yelled, putting on a pack.
"Don't you idiot! You'll kill yourself!" Grant yelled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jared asked.
"Oh god.....look at the trees 100 feet away from Ali...." Marissa said fearfully. They stared upwards, and saw a Persian.
"Oh my god...." Vincent whispered.
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"Shit!" Ali cursed, as he stood up covered in mud. "Now I have to hike back up there!" The hill he had fallen down was 50 feet high, and was hard to get a footing on thanks to the rain. Mumbling obscenities, he began to climb, when he heard a growling sound. He turned around, and saw what was there.
"Oh crap!" Ali screamed, running forward, as the Persian chased after him. Ali ran up, but the Persian jumped near him, and Slashed him in the foot. Ali could not run or walk anymore. As he landed on the ground, he felt the sharp claws of the Persian Slash his stomach, and his intestines falling out as the Persian devoured them hungrily. He felt a sort of dreamy pain, and as his neck was crunched in half by the Persian's jaws, he did not seem to mind at all.
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"Oh god. Oh my god." Marissa said in fright, watching the kill. Several other Persians lept from nowhere to share the driver's body. Vincent watched Ali's head be shaken by the Persian several times before being dropped.
"God dammit!" Brian screamed in rage, kicking over a table. "That was my best god damn driver!"
"This is interesting indeed." Grant said, nodding his head.
"Fuck!" Jared said as he sook his head.
"I knew this would happen. I knew it would happen!" Donald yelled in rage.
"I think we should just turn around and go back to the starting point. Marissa, would you?" Vincent said, as Marissa walked absentmindley to the front. One of their friends was dead, for no reason.