Chapter Eight - The Massacre
It was the piercing thunder that stirred Matt not the rain. The rain had always helped him get to sleep. Matt was sheltered by the now pouring- down rain. When the crack of thunder had hit Matt's ears, he jumped and met the eyes of the raptor with yellow markings. He had seen this one before, it had always kept its distance. It was now. It was lying on its stomach in a tree across from the one Matt was in. Matt could only see one side of its head, not to mention only one eye, it was staring at him with an inanimate glare. It blinked at him. Matt didn't like the stare, so he looked away. He could still feel the gaze upon him, until the animals' contact was disrupted. Out of nowhere, the little raptor pounced onto the large one. It gave the animal such an alarm that it jumped straight up into a branch, like a rocket. It began to rain so hard, that it became difficult for Matt to see what was going on. The grown raptor barked at the infant in anger and then looked back at Matt. Then it bent down and picked something up from behind a branch with its jaws. Then with one giant leap, it jumped into the tree Matt was occupying. It walked by Matt with its head up, keeping its eye on him. It spit whatever it was that it had picked up, and stuck its tongue out at him. Then jumped into another branch. It laid down on its stomach, and went to sleep. Matt looked down at what it had discarded, and his mouth dropped open. Tai's digivice.
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It was dark now, and Dennis was nervous. The water on Dennis's glasses caused it hard to see, not to mention the rain in the windshield. The wipers weren't helping in the least bit, the more rain he wiped off, the more rain came down. The road was muddy and slippery, but Dennis was still driving fast. He wanted to get out of this nightmare as soon as possible. "Should have been there by now." He said to himself. As he attempted to wipe some of the water off his glasses, he noticed, very faintly, a fork in the road. He had to swerve out of the way to not hit a tree, and lost control of the jeep. The car fell into an over foaling stream, and its back wheels got stuck on a log. Dennis opened the door and looked at the back wheels while stepping on the gas. The car didn't budge "Damn it!" he said aloud. He got out of the car to find that the jeep had stopped right at the edge of a small bank. It was only a few feet to the bottom though, so it wouldn't have hurt any. He looked around and found the entrance of a tunnel like cave. He wasn't of coarse after all, he was supposed to go through this cave to get to the others, and then get home.
On the front of his jeep, as well as the others vehicles, there was thick wire ended with a hook. This was used to pull things, or get them out of problems, since they were four wheel drives. Dennis began to pull the wire out, to rap around a nearby tree. He began to mutter to himself, "Take this thing and tie it to the thing there, and do it Dennis come on . . . "
On his way down the slope, he slipped and rolled down the rest of the way. When he got up, his glasses were no longer on him. "My glasses." He tried searching for them in the two-inch deep water, but gave up. "I can afford more glasses." Considering he'd be able to by more with the amount of money he was being paid. He picked up the hook and wire, and began to walk over to a big tree in the small jungle. He had to try a few times but managed to swing it around the tree, and latched the hook on the wire, and tightened it. Abruptly a swan-like call was heard from the other side of the tree. Dennis looked over the right side of the tree, nothing. It was heard again from the other side of the tree. Dennis looked over the left side, and paused. A two-legged dinosaur, about the size of a large dog was staring up at him. It was a dark green color. And had a "V" shaped crest on the top of it's head. Dennis laughed hesitantly, "Yeah . . . yeah that's nice . . . gotta go." He turned around and began to walk back to the jeep. The swan call was heard again, and Dennis turned around nervously to find the little pest right on his tail (so to speak). It raised its self as high as possible, and tilted its head to the side, still making that weird swan noise. Even though it was smaller than he, Dennis was still nervous. He put his hood of his jacket up so he wouldn't get more wet then he already was. "Ah . . . good dinosaur . . . nice dinosaur. Ah . . . that's good, your not like one of your big brothers. You're not so bad." The dinosaur made that noise again. Dennis slowly picked up a stick. "Play fetch, play fetch? See the stick?" The animal looked almost interested "Yeah. Yeah stick! Stick Stupid" Dennis threw the stick, all the dinosaur did was look back at it.
"You don't want your stick. Ah no wonder you're extinct." Dennis turned around and started back to the car. "I'm gonna run you over when I come back down." He starts back up the bank that his car is balanced over. Two thirds of the way up, he slips and tries to crawl the rest of the way up, then hears that swan call again. He rolls over to see the dinosaur staring up at him from the middle of the slope. The dinosaur stared at him and the snapped his head in one swift movement. Dennis felt something wet hit him on the cheek and chest. He looked down, a black foamy substance was dripping off his face and shirt, but there was no second thought . . . It was spit. The dinosaur had spit on him. Dennis looked up at the dinosaur, and saw its head snap again. He felt it hit his neck. He wiped it away, but the skin was already starting to bubble and burn, it was like he had been touched with acid.
He got up quickly and went for the car door. He opened the door and looked back to make sure the animal wasn't going to attack. He got a look of the animal snapping its head again before there was a stinging feeling in his eyes. The dinosaur had spit in his eyes. The pain was overwhelming, and Dennis dropped to his knees. He tried to rub off the spit. Even when it was gone, and he opened his eyes, all he saw darkness. Then the shocking realization came to him . . . He was blind. Since he couldn't see anything, he put his hands up. Waving them frantically, he tried to ward off the attack he knew was coming. Then there was a new pain. A horrific and biting pain in his torso. Blindly, he reached down to the torn fabric of his shirt. Abruptly, a wet heap of something fell into his hand. It was surprisingly warm, and the shock hit him. The dinosaur had cut him open, and he was holding his own intestines.
Dennis fell on something scaly and wet. It was the animals' foot. Then there was a new pain in both sides of his head. It grew worse as he was lifted to his knees. The animal had his head in its mouth. With one final thought, he wished it would all be ended soon.
It was the piercing thunder that stirred Matt not the rain. The rain had always helped him get to sleep. Matt was sheltered by the now pouring- down rain. When the crack of thunder had hit Matt's ears, he jumped and met the eyes of the raptor with yellow markings. He had seen this one before, it had always kept its distance. It was now. It was lying on its stomach in a tree across from the one Matt was in. Matt could only see one side of its head, not to mention only one eye, it was staring at him with an inanimate glare. It blinked at him. Matt didn't like the stare, so he looked away. He could still feel the gaze upon him, until the animals' contact was disrupted. Out of nowhere, the little raptor pounced onto the large one. It gave the animal such an alarm that it jumped straight up into a branch, like a rocket. It began to rain so hard, that it became difficult for Matt to see what was going on. The grown raptor barked at the infant in anger and then looked back at Matt. Then it bent down and picked something up from behind a branch with its jaws. Then with one giant leap, it jumped into the tree Matt was occupying. It walked by Matt with its head up, keeping its eye on him. It spit whatever it was that it had picked up, and stuck its tongue out at him. Then jumped into another branch. It laid down on its stomach, and went to sleep. Matt looked down at what it had discarded, and his mouth dropped open. Tai's digivice.
* * *
It was dark now, and Dennis was nervous. The water on Dennis's glasses caused it hard to see, not to mention the rain in the windshield. The wipers weren't helping in the least bit, the more rain he wiped off, the more rain came down. The road was muddy and slippery, but Dennis was still driving fast. He wanted to get out of this nightmare as soon as possible. "Should have been there by now." He said to himself. As he attempted to wipe some of the water off his glasses, he noticed, very faintly, a fork in the road. He had to swerve out of the way to not hit a tree, and lost control of the jeep. The car fell into an over foaling stream, and its back wheels got stuck on a log. Dennis opened the door and looked at the back wheels while stepping on the gas. The car didn't budge "Damn it!" he said aloud. He got out of the car to find that the jeep had stopped right at the edge of a small bank. It was only a few feet to the bottom though, so it wouldn't have hurt any. He looked around and found the entrance of a tunnel like cave. He wasn't of coarse after all, he was supposed to go through this cave to get to the others, and then get home.
On the front of his jeep, as well as the others vehicles, there was thick wire ended with a hook. This was used to pull things, or get them out of problems, since they were four wheel drives. Dennis began to pull the wire out, to rap around a nearby tree. He began to mutter to himself, "Take this thing and tie it to the thing there, and do it Dennis come on . . . "
On his way down the slope, he slipped and rolled down the rest of the way. When he got up, his glasses were no longer on him. "My glasses." He tried searching for them in the two-inch deep water, but gave up. "I can afford more glasses." Considering he'd be able to by more with the amount of money he was being paid. He picked up the hook and wire, and began to walk over to a big tree in the small jungle. He had to try a few times but managed to swing it around the tree, and latched the hook on the wire, and tightened it. Abruptly a swan-like call was heard from the other side of the tree. Dennis looked over the right side of the tree, nothing. It was heard again from the other side of the tree. Dennis looked over the left side, and paused. A two-legged dinosaur, about the size of a large dog was staring up at him. It was a dark green color. And had a "V" shaped crest on the top of it's head. Dennis laughed hesitantly, "Yeah . . . yeah that's nice . . . gotta go." He turned around and began to walk back to the jeep. The swan call was heard again, and Dennis turned around nervously to find the little pest right on his tail (so to speak). It raised its self as high as possible, and tilted its head to the side, still making that weird swan noise. Even though it was smaller than he, Dennis was still nervous. He put his hood of his jacket up so he wouldn't get more wet then he already was. "Ah . . . good dinosaur . . . nice dinosaur. Ah . . . that's good, your not like one of your big brothers. You're not so bad." The dinosaur made that noise again. Dennis slowly picked up a stick. "Play fetch, play fetch? See the stick?" The animal looked almost interested "Yeah. Yeah stick! Stick Stupid" Dennis threw the stick, all the dinosaur did was look back at it.
"You don't want your stick. Ah no wonder you're extinct." Dennis turned around and started back to the car. "I'm gonna run you over when I come back down." He starts back up the bank that his car is balanced over. Two thirds of the way up, he slips and tries to crawl the rest of the way up, then hears that swan call again. He rolls over to see the dinosaur staring up at him from the middle of the slope. The dinosaur stared at him and the snapped his head in one swift movement. Dennis felt something wet hit him on the cheek and chest. He looked down, a black foamy substance was dripping off his face and shirt, but there was no second thought . . . It was spit. The dinosaur had spit on him. Dennis looked up at the dinosaur, and saw its head snap again. He felt it hit his neck. He wiped it away, but the skin was already starting to bubble and burn, it was like he had been touched with acid.
He got up quickly and went for the car door. He opened the door and looked back to make sure the animal wasn't going to attack. He got a look of the animal snapping its head again before there was a stinging feeling in his eyes. The dinosaur had spit in his eyes. The pain was overwhelming, and Dennis dropped to his knees. He tried to rub off the spit. Even when it was gone, and he opened his eyes, all he saw darkness. Then the shocking realization came to him . . . He was blind. Since he couldn't see anything, he put his hands up. Waving them frantically, he tried to ward off the attack he knew was coming. Then there was a new pain. A horrific and biting pain in his torso. Blindly, he reached down to the torn fabric of his shirt. Abruptly, a wet heap of something fell into his hand. It was surprisingly warm, and the shock hit him. The dinosaur had cut him open, and he was holding his own intestines.
Dennis fell on something scaly and wet. It was the animals' foot. Then there was a new pain in both sides of his head. It grew worse as he was lifted to his knees. The animal had his head in its mouth. With one final thought, he wished it would all be ended soon.
