The Coming Darkness
by
JamesPicard_007
Chapter 10
Sabio Island
Midday had passed on the little isle of Sabio and now Allen Black stood outside an old home that seemed to need many repairs and a yard filled with countless junk. Allen's nose twinged at the smell of the ancient "treasures" however he pressed on and approached the home and knocked on the door. Inside Allen heard shuffling and a low voice. While he waited for the door to be answered Allen walked around on the porch. He noticed a small distance away the helicopter he had heard of and currently needed.
"Can I help you?" An elderly voice called. Allen turned around to see that the door had been answered by an elderly man.
"Yes. My name is Allen Black. I'm interesting in hiring your services as a pilot." Allen replied.
"Piloting, eh? Well come inside and we'll discuss this some more."
A bit later Allen was inside the old man's home enjoying a cup of tea. He had come to learn that the gentleman's was Jake and that he had been a test pilot before retiring.
"So tell me sonny. Why do you need this old man's piloting services?" Jake asked.
"I need to get to Scaraba. I'm a member of an archeological team doing some work down there." Allen said.
"Scaraba? Why not just take a boat down there?"
"Haven't you heard? The port has been cut off by Krakens."
"Krakens you say?
"Yeah. The harbor is filled with them."
"So why don't you just take them out of the harbor?"
"Well normally I would however I don't think a lot of people would be happy with the island being ablaze."
"I see. Well I'd like to help you, but no can do."
"What? But your helicopter seemed fine when I looked at it outside!"
"There is nothing wrong with the chopper itself…"
"Then what's the problem?"
"The last time I flew back while I was passing over the mountain something happened and I lost a precious trinket of mine. A personal good luck charm of mine you could say."
"Uh-huh. And this involves me how?
"Well I can't fly you to Scaraba if I don't have my lucky charm. So if you want me to fly you to Scaraba…"
"I have to find your lucky charm…"
"Well I wish you luck in finding it. It's a big mountain."
Suddenly Allen found himself being picked up and the next moment he realized he was outside and the door was being slammed behind him.
"How do I get myself into these situations?" Allen asked himself.
A few hours later Allen was in the forest at the foot of the mountain searching for the old man's trinket.
"How am I supposed to find this thing? I have no idea of what it is or even what it looks like." Allen thought.
It was true. The old man had given him no indication of what his trinket was or even where he had specifically lost it. The only clues that Allen had was that he was looking for a small trinket on a large mountain. Of course using what knowledge he had he had made a few calculations and cut down the possible area of where the charm could be considerably.
Now Allen was searching through the thick forest for the trinket.
"I can handle a squad of Sprouts. I can survive living outside in Winters for a few days. I can hack into the government and download top secret files on how the cost of doughnuts are overly inflated. But finding an itty bitty little charm on a gigantic mountain is something that is waaaaaay out of my league! YEARGH! HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS?" Allen lamented.
"Hey! Would you shut up over there?" A voice yelled.
"What the?"
Out of some
nearby bushes walked the poachers that had encountered Zarus a few days ago.
However this time they were armed to the teeth and the poacher who had been
thrown by Zarus was wearing bandages.
"Whatcha you doing in these
woods?" One of the poachers asked.
"I am could ask the same, but I think it's pretty obvious whatever you're doing isn't legal." Allen retorted.
"Who are you? Are you a cop?" Another poacher said.
"You're not that fortunate."
The poachers stood still for a second then the bandaged one reached for his pistol, but he had barely pulled it out of the holster when it leapt from his hand. They stood bewildered as they saw Allen's arm outstretched holding his own pistol with a small bit of smoke escaping from the barrel.
"Don't even think about it." Allen warned.
"GET HIM!" The bandaged poacher yelled.
"I warned you."
The first poacher rushed Allen with his right fist extended, but Allen ducked and countered with an uppercut into his stomach. While the poacher was stunned Allen swept his left leg through the spot were the poacher was standing and knocked him onto his back. With the defeat of his friend the second poacher also rush Allen with his right fist, but this time Allen sidestepped from his attacker's path and grabbed his arm as he ran by and led him into a nearby tree.
"So have you watched your girlfriends suffer enough or are you willing to try your luck?" Allen asked the bandaged poacher.
"Gah! Prepare to die." The poacher replied as he pulled out a machete.
"Ooo. Frisky."
The poacher charged Allen with his machete raised in the air, but Allen pulled his katana from its sheath and blocked the blow. The poacher continued to swing his machete wildly, but Allen was too well trained in swordplay for the man's wild attacks to hit him.
"Had enough yet?" Allen said.
"Never!" The poacher replied.
Once more the poacher rushed Allen, but this time Allen turned and ran towards a tree. When he got to the tree Allen jumped and ran up the trunk. The poacher skidded to a stop about a foot from the tree as he watched Allen kick off the trunk and start to flip behind him. While in mid-flip Allen thrusted his feet out and kicked the poacher in the back of the head and shoved him into the tree. As Allen landed gracefully on the ground the poacher fell unconscious.
"Told you you wasn't that fortunate." Allen said.
He replaced his katana in his sheath and resumed his search of the mountain.