Disclaimer thingie: don't own stuff blah blah, except the rabbit and the tree kangaroo and the fairies and all their stuff, as well as poor, poor George it hasn't been his day. Yes it is ALL MINE HAHAAHHAA!
Now to say that the Mountain Beast was insulted by this act of insubordination on Johnny's part was an understatement. Yes indeed, the strange creatures below it on the plain were small and insignificant. In fact they were so beneath it, that to even dain to spring down upon them would make them of some importance. Which they weren't!
Even so, the facts remained. It was compelled by some strange force to do so, even though it didn't want to. But there was the interesting comment the little red one with the wet pants said. What was it now? "…f@*ken dirty great sodding mountains" and one could not forget the still lit and quivering flame either. No that was the final straw!
"Screeeeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh!" it screeched.
Enraged by both that maddening light and by the damn author of the story for delving into its head. It despised being a plot device!
So that sort of flying beast, this time made of slabs of rock and shards of ice not mere card, streaked down toward them, to wreak the kind of death that only the child of a aggressive rockslide and a territorial glacier on Speed can wreak. And with it, seemingly caught on it's spiny back were those tornadoes, thunderclouds and other thingies.
And what did our mighty heroes do? Why what any hero worth his or her salt would do. Run, run, run away and Live to see another day!
As a hysterical block, Everyone sprinted away, the Beast chasing them across the plain like a dog does a postman wearing meat-flavoured undies. Time and time again it struck out at them with its sharply sharded jaws or its long talon like claws. Time and time again it conveniently missed them and each time it did our Heroes screamed like little girls, leapt six feet into the air and continued running.
But all that screaming, leaping and running was taking its toll. Johnny was feeling The Urge.
"I'm, *pant pant*… starting, *choke*… to get The Urge!" coughed Johnny.
"What!" Choked Logan with a scowl.
He was starting to think that St Johnny was a real f@*ked little freak now. That is even more so than he thought he was already. "Damn it bub! I know *heavy breath* fear, makes people wanna do…"
"No! *hack hack*… not the Urge, *snort* The Urge!" replied Johnny quickly.
It was obvious by Logan's look of total confusion and I know that you would probably like to have the Issue of The Urge cleared up. Well…
"He means that he has The Urge to look behind him, which as we all know would mean that St John would die instantly." explained Bunny while bounding beside Logan.
Hey I was going to say that! Damn rabbit I wanted to explain that! Grrrrr!
"Oh right! Just like the Hero Always Gets The Girl and The Good Guys Always Win." Growled Logan sarcastically.
"Heck yeah, look buddy this ain't the Real World we're in bloody Bedtime Story Land!" shouted Bunny in mid leap.
Logan opened his mouth to say something but a tap on his shoulder stopped him. It was Snowy. "No mate, just listen." He said quietly with a small shake of his head.
Logan turned to Bunny again.
"What we have right now is called 'Can They Make It'. You see if we just keep running, like we are doing now, directly away from danger and/or assailants, for just long enough we may just make it. Since the… the thing that is chasing us has missed every single time it has tried to get us, it means that if we maintain our current speed and reach those hills ahead of us, we are guaranteed to survive." Bunny looked pointedly at Johnny. "So we keep running, and Don't Look Back!"
"Owwwwmate! I was destracted by all that tecnecal stuff, *snort hack*… that I dedn't want to look behind me until now!" Johnny grunted.
"Just keep moving mate, she'll be right!" Shouted Snowy encouragingly. "Check it out cobber, we're almost there mate!"
The Mountain Beast screeched again. It was getting tired of its blows missing their mark and it was tired of being ignored too. It was infuriating. Once again it shrieked, only this time it had a plaintive note to it. The lovely flowered hills were just ahead, and it seemed that is only purpose was just to make them go toward them. And it had a very bad feeling about those hills. Its tornadoes died and the thunderclouds stopped being thundery and more scattered showers. It groaned and covered its eyes; this had not been a good day.
First he ran over his polar bear, backing down the driveway. Then because that he was late for work and was fired. And when he got home he found his wife in bed with another beast… now this.
The Beast had every right to be worried because our Heroes had taken Bunny's Advice and had reached the bottom of the first hill, they ran up it, the muscles in their legs straining, their breath catching in their throats and on the verge of collapse…
"Stop!" cried out Bunny
The Guys stopped just ahead of her and spun around to look at her in surprise. Right behind them!
Oh Crap! Thought the Beast and it pulled up quickly, but alas it was too late. The scattered showers above it melted away and it was hit between the eyes by an incandescent beam of pure unadulterated sunshine. It clapped its hands over its eyes and howled, damn it's sinus headache! And with a yelp it turned tail and fled, to find a very dark pair of sunglasses and it's migraine medication.
The Guys jaws dropped. They looked at the magnificent Bunny in astonishment. How did she know, they asked.
"Read the next page. No big deal." She said with a shrug.
And with that she began to hop up the rest of the hill.
Note: No Mountain Beasts named George were hurt during the making of this fanfic. Well not very much. And yes George is fine; it's amazing what a big hug and a cup of hot cocoa can do for somebody.
Now to say that the Mountain Beast was insulted by this act of insubordination on Johnny's part was an understatement. Yes indeed, the strange creatures below it on the plain were small and insignificant. In fact they were so beneath it, that to even dain to spring down upon them would make them of some importance. Which they weren't!
Even so, the facts remained. It was compelled by some strange force to do so, even though it didn't want to. But there was the interesting comment the little red one with the wet pants said. What was it now? "…f@*ken dirty great sodding mountains" and one could not forget the still lit and quivering flame either. No that was the final straw!
"Screeeeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh!" it screeched.
Enraged by both that maddening light and by the damn author of the story for delving into its head. It despised being a plot device!
So that sort of flying beast, this time made of slabs of rock and shards of ice not mere card, streaked down toward them, to wreak the kind of death that only the child of a aggressive rockslide and a territorial glacier on Speed can wreak. And with it, seemingly caught on it's spiny back were those tornadoes, thunderclouds and other thingies.
And what did our mighty heroes do? Why what any hero worth his or her salt would do. Run, run, run away and Live to see another day!
As a hysterical block, Everyone sprinted away, the Beast chasing them across the plain like a dog does a postman wearing meat-flavoured undies. Time and time again it struck out at them with its sharply sharded jaws or its long talon like claws. Time and time again it conveniently missed them and each time it did our Heroes screamed like little girls, leapt six feet into the air and continued running.
But all that screaming, leaping and running was taking its toll. Johnny was feeling The Urge.
"I'm, *pant pant*… starting, *choke*… to get The Urge!" coughed Johnny.
"What!" Choked Logan with a scowl.
He was starting to think that St Johnny was a real f@*ked little freak now. That is even more so than he thought he was already. "Damn it bub! I know *heavy breath* fear, makes people wanna do…"
"No! *hack hack*… not the Urge, *snort* The Urge!" replied Johnny quickly.
It was obvious by Logan's look of total confusion and I know that you would probably like to have the Issue of The Urge cleared up. Well…
"He means that he has The Urge to look behind him, which as we all know would mean that St John would die instantly." explained Bunny while bounding beside Logan.
Hey I was going to say that! Damn rabbit I wanted to explain that! Grrrrr!
"Oh right! Just like the Hero Always Gets The Girl and The Good Guys Always Win." Growled Logan sarcastically.
"Heck yeah, look buddy this ain't the Real World we're in bloody Bedtime Story Land!" shouted Bunny in mid leap.
Logan opened his mouth to say something but a tap on his shoulder stopped him. It was Snowy. "No mate, just listen." He said quietly with a small shake of his head.
Logan turned to Bunny again.
"What we have right now is called 'Can They Make It'. You see if we just keep running, like we are doing now, directly away from danger and/or assailants, for just long enough we may just make it. Since the… the thing that is chasing us has missed every single time it has tried to get us, it means that if we maintain our current speed and reach those hills ahead of us, we are guaranteed to survive." Bunny looked pointedly at Johnny. "So we keep running, and Don't Look Back!"
"Owwwwmate! I was destracted by all that tecnecal stuff, *snort hack*… that I dedn't want to look behind me until now!" Johnny grunted.
"Just keep moving mate, she'll be right!" Shouted Snowy encouragingly. "Check it out cobber, we're almost there mate!"
The Mountain Beast screeched again. It was getting tired of its blows missing their mark and it was tired of being ignored too. It was infuriating. Once again it shrieked, only this time it had a plaintive note to it. The lovely flowered hills were just ahead, and it seemed that is only purpose was just to make them go toward them. And it had a very bad feeling about those hills. Its tornadoes died and the thunderclouds stopped being thundery and more scattered showers. It groaned and covered its eyes; this had not been a good day.
First he ran over his polar bear, backing down the driveway. Then because that he was late for work and was fired. And when he got home he found his wife in bed with another beast… now this.
The Beast had every right to be worried because our Heroes had taken Bunny's Advice and had reached the bottom of the first hill, they ran up it, the muscles in their legs straining, their breath catching in their throats and on the verge of collapse…
"Stop!" cried out Bunny
The Guys stopped just ahead of her and spun around to look at her in surprise. Right behind them!
Oh Crap! Thought the Beast and it pulled up quickly, but alas it was too late. The scattered showers above it melted away and it was hit between the eyes by an incandescent beam of pure unadulterated sunshine. It clapped its hands over its eyes and howled, damn it's sinus headache! And with a yelp it turned tail and fled, to find a very dark pair of sunglasses and it's migraine medication.
The Guys jaws dropped. They looked at the magnificent Bunny in astonishment. How did she know, they asked.
"Read the next page. No big deal." She said with a shrug.
And with that she began to hop up the rest of the hill.
Note: No Mountain Beasts named George were hurt during the making of this fanfic. Well not very much. And yes George is fine; it's amazing what a big hug and a cup of hot cocoa can do for somebody.