THE NEXT EVENT - by Kolyaaa!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE SCREWED
A/N: Okay, the Venus Flytraps are starting to alarm me. Julie cannot keep up with them. They grow wildly. Should I be concerned about this? That, and I believe that the lizard is still in the bunker. I have brewed another pot of coffee and am hoping to entice him back. I would be happier knowing he's in the pot and not about to drop down on my head at some unknown moment. If any snakes or mongoosoids remain, they have become quiet - too quiet.
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"That woman seriously has a screw loose," McKay muttered, stepping over the roots at his feet and reaching the edge of the glade. Long, soft grasses brushed his legs. A breeze caused a massive amount of yellow pollen to skim his face, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from sneezing. After a moment, he lowered it, having somehow succeeded.
Sniffing, and in awe at her blatant idiocy, he watched as Nonor continued to move forward. She wasn't far from him, really - maybe ten feet. From his angle inside the trees, he was staring at her statuesque profile, noting the full lips lifted in a soft, beatific smile and cerulean blue eyes intent only on the alicorn on the other side of the glade. She stopped about fifteen feet from him, still on the same angle, and bent over slightly, holding out a hand.
What the hell was she doing? His heart began to beat faster, and he looked towards the alicorn. It had stopped feasting, and had lifted its head. With the languorous grace of a highly toned predator, it turned its beautiful head in her direction, large, golden eyes focusing on the beautiful Nonor as she took another couple of steps closer, hand still outstretched towards it.
The alicorn snorted, pawing angrily at the earth. Blood snorted from its nostrils.
Oh God, it was going to kill her!
Quickly, he snapped his gun out of its holster, ignoring the sweatiness of it under his hands and he managed to get both hands around the handle.
He stopped again when he realized Nonor was talking to it.
"Here, ali-ali-ali-corn!" she cooed, "Here, sweety baby. You cute little thing! Come to Nonnie..." She rubbed the fingers together on her outstretched hand as if she had catnip in it. McKay was pretty sure all the alicorn was seeing was the prime, lean, Grade A meat of her arm.
Nonor, though, was oblivious. "Come on, baby sweetums. My little honey bunch. Come to mama. I got a treat for you, you little pastry-pie you..."
McKay stilled the bile rising in his throat - now was not the time to throw up. But, oh, he so, so wanted to.
The alicorn twisted, tilting its head at her, the sharp-as-diamond-cut-steel horn reflecting the sun. The hooves clawed divots in the earth.
"That's it, baby," Nonor called, the sugar practically dripping from her lips. "Come to Nonnie..."
And it did - at full speed.
It leapt and charged, squealing that high pitched hyena-like roar again. In that second, Nonor realized that something was, possibly, not quite right, and with the sort of speed and alacrity only an extremely fit athlete could manage, jumped to the side and rolled. The alicorn flew through the space she had been a second before, its skin-and-muscle piercing horn carving through empty air at what would have been chest height.
Nonor continued to roll and leapt back to her feet, ending up only feet from McKay. She danced backwards, panting heavily. The alicorn hit earth and skidded, clumps of black and blue mud erupting from beneath the cloven hooves. It turned and faced her, shaking is massive head like a warning.
But Nonor didn't give up. Pasting a slightly weaker smile on her face, her eyes a little less certain, she bent over and held out her hand again.
"No one's trying to hurt you, magnificent one," she squeaked out. She swallowed, and when she spoke again, her normal dulcet tones were back. "I'm a warrior, like you. Let's be friends. I just want to cuddle and love you. I'm sure that, once you get to know me..."
Apparently, alicorns were as good at spotting fakes as McKays. It screamed again and charged, but this time, Nonor seemed to freeze, her eyes opening in terror. She suddenly straightened, and threw her hands up in front of her face with a scream of her own.
McKay dived into her side, driving her out of the path of the horn at the last second. The alicorn landed, bucked a bit, and turned. McKay and Nonor rolled along the ground, sliding in the soft grass and muddy earth. McKay shoved himself up on one arm and turned on his side, to see the alicorn pawing at the earth again, not ten feet away. Nonor was doing the same, though she was already halfway up.
"Run!" McKay yelled, shoving at Nonor's hide with his left hand as his right came up, pointing the 9mm at the beast. He fired, shot after shot, but the alicorn just soaked up each bullet as it lowered its head to glare at them. McKay turned, to see that Nonor was already several feet away, backing up from him and the alicorn.
Oh God, he was in real trouble, wasn't he...
The alicorn charged, squealing. McKay twisted back around to get to his hands and knees under him, trying desperately to get to his feet, but all the mud worked against him. He wanted to scream, but the air whooshed out of his lungs as the unmistakable, painful crush of two, golden hooves landed flat on his back. He somehow managed to suck in some air then, and screamed for real as the alicorn bit deeply into his left shoulder.
New gunshots exploded through the clearing, and the alicorn slid off his back. And that's all McKay knew before passing out.
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Beckett stood like a fool on the edge of the clearing, firing round after round uselessly into the alicorn's hide. He knew, even before he started firing, that it would do no good. He figured it out while he was running—the creature's horn. It healed the alicorn almost instantly, just as the salve made from it had healed Teyla almost instantly. But, at least, the force of the bullets had driven the creature off of Rodney. It backed up, looking annoyed, but relatively unharmed by the assault. He couldn't kill it.
But he didn't care about that now. All he cared about was distracting that thing long enough to get Rodney out of there. He'd seen the whole thing - Nonor foolishly trying to win over the alicorn, McKay saving her life - and Beckett's innate bravery finally overcame his terror when McKay went down, and he joined in to save his friend.
"Get him out of there!" he yelled at Nonor, hoping she understood. She was sprawled on her rear a fair bit away from McKay's prone body now. She didn't move at his yell, staring from McKay to the alicorn with the eyes of one too shocked to hear anything.
"Nonor!" he yelled again, "You have to get McKay..." He trailed off, because the alicorn was now charging straight for him now, the horn pointed down, fresh blood caked over its entire muzzle and dried black on the sharp pointed spear. It would not be stopped this time.
"Oh, bugger," he whispered softly.
And then his gun ran out of bullets. Terror gripping him, he spun around and ran...straight into a tree.
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TBC
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