Spyro: A.C.I.D. Reign
Chapter 5: Daring Riptocs and Menstrual Goats
Wow, I'd never think I'd publish this story this far…even if that many people aren't reading it, I'm still rather appreciative of the people who are! This part of the story I had to totally rewrite from scratch; the original was nothing like this. I know this is more of a filler than anything but on with the story! There's a surprise in this story, let's see if you guys can find it..... (Don't kill me Darkeiya, I wish I was Phaydees too!)
Darkness……calming, enveloping, all-consuming darkness.
Everything was dark.
Zoloe's eyes flickered open. She was lying on her back and wasn't aware how she got into that position when she was so weak from blood loss. Silently, she looked to her side. Blood was slowly seeping out of her wounds, and her fur was charred black in places. The dirt floor seemed to absorb her blood quickly; there was a reddish-purplish stain where her blood had poured. She wasn't aware that she was crying until the tang of salt reached her parched lips.
Dying's not so bad…Zoloe thought to herself as she groped around for her axe; at least people would know she died trying. But without the knowledge that her enemy had given up….she felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had failed Phaydees. She just lay there, waiting and ready to meet death when it came to her.
"Okay, so you wanted to go look for Zoloe. But you didn't have to drag me along!" Ripto growled angrily as he stepped through a hastily made portal after Phaydees and Zoloe. A few nervous-looking Rhynoc medics and another goat one followed him.
Phaydees shot him a dark look that was self-explanatory and he shut up. The oddball group had gone too look for Zoloe. Phaydees might be evil, but she feels bad for a long time afterward if she causes harm to her friends.
"Are you sure this is where you sent her?" Zola questioned Phaydees. They were in the same place (A bit similar to The Wood Between the Worlds, like in The Chronicles of Narnia.) where Spyro and Zoloe had fought the bitter, bloody battle a few moments earlier. They had yet to find her body; unbeknownst to them, she was in a small, dark corner.
"Are you doubting my dark magic, Zola? I feel kind of bad for yelling at her," payees said uneasily.
"So you're one of those evil dictators that feels bad if she hurts someone she loves, but could care less about committing mass magical murders and putting people under her feet. You poor thing," Ripto said in a tone of mock-concern.
Then, one of the medics shouted and the others ran over to inspect his finds. They had found Zoloe, barely hanging onto life, crying that they had found her. The medic told her to remain laying down.
"Zoloe, I had no idea…" Phaydees said full of sorrow and regret.
"He," Zoloe hacked and coughed a bit. He didn't want to kill me. Mica…"
Mica…
Phaydees remembered the name all too well, but shook off her memories in urgency. "Don't just stand there, you moronic milkshakes! Get her back to the castle!" she growled.
The one goat obeyed immediately, but the two Rhynocs looked to Ripto for instructions. Ripto, not knowing what to say, "You heard her. Get moving!" the short wizard barked an order.
They clamored through the portal once more, and Zoloe was brought to the small medical wing of Chateau Ripto. Phaydees paced nervously outside while Zoloe was bandaged and given care.
"Phay, what are you so worried about? Zoloe's gonna be fine, she's been in worse stuff than this," Ripto wasn't trying to console the anxious goat, he was just stating a fact.
"Can you shut the hell up for about five minutes?! Unlike you I actually worry about my friends," Phaydees replied harshly.
A few hours later (and several bottles of Mountain Dew drunk by Phaydees, Ripto pointed out later) they were allowed to see Zoloe. Phaydees wouldn't let anyone else in, even though Zola was out somewhere and Ripto could've cared less. She was the only one.
She stepped into the medical wing. Everything was dark, but an eerie white glow surrounded the pathway so Phaydees could find her way to Zoloe's room. I don't remember the medical wing being this creppy, Phaydees thought ot herself as she remembered the days when she used to live in its very walls. Finally, the paranoid goat found her room. With a click, she opened the door. It was dark in her room too. Zoloe looked small and pale, sunk against the many pillows at her head. A petite Rhynoc nurse dressed in white was checking her pulse and nearly dropped her clipboard in fright when she noticed Phaydees at the door. She promptly left; as nervous as she was to get out of there, her white Reeboks barely made a sound.
Zoloe's eyes were closed. Her arms were bandaged and her face was scorched and hardly recognizable. She looked pretty peaceful as she breathed harshly. An IV unit slowly dripped, dripped dripped and broke the silence. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open and she noticed Phaydees.
"Gawd, Zoloe. I'm sorry. If I knew that scaled rat was going to be that hard to fight I would've went myself," Phaydees admitted
"Spyro…..Spyro wouldn't kill…..Mica said….my life….too hard. Jesus," Zoloe managed to say.
"Zoloe, are you going to die?" Phaydees asked meekly.
"Rhynoc medics…..spells….dammit….I hope not," Zoloe coughed.
Phaydees sighed. Zoloe was going to be all right. She smiled and stayed with her friend a little longer before she left. Her heart could barely take it, but she didn't want anyone to see her cry. She had to be strong, for Corky's sake. She would never carry out her plans for revenge if she just broke down and cried.
She opened the doors to get out of the medical wing and clomped out with heavy steps from her boots. Ripto was waiting for her there, and she certainly didn't want to let him see her cry.
"So how's Zoloe, you sad sack?" Ripto asked unconcerned.
"Not so good," Phaydees felt her throat tighten. They started to walk down the hall.
"Well don't start crying. You female villains are so emotional: 'Yes my name's Phaydees and I control the world because of my uterus!' That one of the reasons why I'm happy that I don't have a girlfriend. I don't know how you and Corky-aaaah!" Ripto ceased to rant. Phaydees had promptly slapped him in the face. His green eyes saw stars and his head was pounding. Phyadees threw him against the wall, smashing an antique vase and tilting a portrait at an odd angle. Dazed, Ripto slumped against the wall and opened his eyes. "What was that for?" he yelled.
"You bash me, so I bash you-against the wall. Care to say anything else, Short Stuff?" she growled darkly and put up her fists prepared to fight back.
"Yeah I do." He grabbed her arm and promptly kissed her. He had no idea what made him do that; it was like some outside force was controlling the small Riptoc. Maybe his feelings for Phaydees back when he was younger were trying to break free. But Ripto loved no one. What was he going to do?
Phaydees was enraged. Her large rectangular eyes lit up with flames burning so bright and furiously it gave the impression that her entire face was a giant stained glass window. Balls of shadowflame appeared at her hands and she let out a snort and a goatish bleat of rage. "YOU!!! Satanic Riptoc! Filth! Spawn of demons! By-product of a unicorn and Rhynoc orgy!" she didn't know what else to say. "Just get out of here. I don't want to look at you."
Ripto was more than happy to do so.
I know this chapter was short. Listening to Sarah McLaclan just made me want to write it. Even if "Building a Mystery" reminds me of Ripto. R&R please. Now I know what that picture I drew goes along with! Thank God for Canadian singer/songwriters!
Mica: OH! Can I sing "Adia"? Pleeeeease!
Me: ENOUGH SINGING, DAMMIT!
