Dinotrux
A D-Structs and D-Stroy story
(Sorry for any mistakes)
Chapter 3
"Get the frag! Out of there!" D-Stroy yelled as he chased off a group of Gluphosaurs that invaded their home." Damn pests!" He muttered angrily.
He hurried back outside to his brother and helped him move in. His gaze looked at the long trail of blood and oil he left behind. Fear filled his spark. He needed to stop the bleeding. He couldn't fix him if he bled out.
He stood him near the back of their cave, near the gap, where he always enjoyed looking outside. "Hold on brother". He had no idea if he could hear him but he wished this time, he would listen to him.
He raced outside and looked for something that could help him cover the wound until he found a way to repair hm. He first grabbed some vines from knocked down trees nearby, then he looked for a piece of scrap, just enough to cover the wounds on his brother. He eventually found the right big enough piece. He didn't waste time getting back home.
In their home, he moved towards his brother. D-Structs hadn't moved. His breathing was off and his body burning hot to touch. (Way too hot) He thought.
He took the scrap piece and pressed it against his wounds. At the moment of contact, D-Structs lash out. He let out a pain-filled roar. He tried to bite down on him, to get him away.
D-Stroy knew it was painful, but he couldn't afford to have him move. He clamped his jaws down on his brother's neck and pressed his face against the wall, keeping him in place. It was awkward, but he managed to wrap the vines around his tread and tied them tightly, making sure the metal piece could cover his wounds and stop any more blood from leaking.
D-Structs was too weak to put up any real sort of struggle, so attempts soon ended. He released his grip and double-checked his work before looking at his brother. His eyes opened for a few seconds before he started coughing again, then he started shivering. He shouldn't be since he was so hot. He needed to get him water.
Leaving their cave, he first sealed up the entrance with rocks and boulders, hoping they do the job of keeping intruders out. He put all his speed into getting to the nearest lake. He picked up the scent of water, but he needed some way of carrying it.
His mother's voice suddenly came to mind, which surprised him since he hadn't thought of her in a long time. Not since she abandoned them. *You can't rely on others to help you. The world isn't kind and, you shouldn't be either. You have to learn to survive on your own, or you won't make it. Got it!*
"Got it" the words barely escaped his mouth. Once at the lake, he grinned, seeing what he wanted. An Ankylodump alone, drinking happily from it. The T-Trux eyes fixed on his truck bed and grinned. "Oh, that will do just fine".
The Ankylodump hardly had time to react. He was down and out before a scream was even uttered. D-Stroy ripped off his bed and left the poor Ankylo to his fate. Now gripping it with his jaws, he pushed it in the lake, not going too far to lose it but just enough to fill it.
Filled with water, he pulled it back. Getting behind it, he pushed. The ground was pretty smooth. He was grateful the terrain wasn't bumpy or uneven. He didn't want to lose the water.
His mind suddenly wandered back to his mother, much to his annoyance. Rising hatred and angry building within him, just picturing her in his mind. She was cruel, which was a trait he took from her. She wouldn't lift a finger to help them. Even when they were just children, they had to fend for themselves and get their own food and water. It was why they relied on each other so much, cause their mother didn't care to help them. Dad didn't care for her. He just wanted a successor to his legacy. She hated the fact she had to stay with them longer than she liked, cause D-Structs was so weak when he was born. Their father made her stay until he showed signs he was going to make it. As soon as D-Structs recovered and grew a bit older, she took off right before their eyes and never came back.
"Frag! I'm really like her, aren't I. I didn't care for my brother and now look". His own tears threatened to come but he stopped himself. Crying wasn't going to solve anything and he learned from a young age. Crying gets you nowhere.
He pushed the bed near their cave. Once the entrance of their home was cleared. He pushed the bed towards his brother. He was glad no water had spilled. "D-Structs, wake up. You need to take water".
His brother showed no signs of moving. So he shook him and eventually, his eyes opened. D-Stroy smiled with relief. "Brother drink..."
D-Structs looked down and lowered his head down. He drank a little and soon as he was done, he closed his eyes again. D-Stroy moved the bed away. Now that he wasn't doing something, the reality of the situation came crashing down on him again. He felt himself trembling. "What am I gonna do".
He hated himself and wished he could take it all back. He should have kept his mouth shut, but that would be going against his nature. He couldn't help it. He always had to be strongest. His mother drilled it in his head, that you had to do things on your own and never seek help. For will get none in return.
An old memory of her returned to him. They were just kids. D-Stroy was holding D-Structs hand as they returned home. They got water, just lucky to get fend off a group of Scrapadactys that thought they were easy prey. D-Structs was out of breath and more tired from the fight. Since he insisted on making sure every one of them was destroyed before leaving.
He wanted to prove himself again he was strong. Their mom called him weak again. It was almost like a trigger word for D-Structs. He needed to show he was the opposite of weak even if he could get killed doing so in the process.
Their mother was by a small fire she made. They noticed a wound on her tread. It didn't look too bad but she was annoyed by it. He noticed some sort of container on top of the fire, made of metal. He approached and noticed it was water but it was bubbling. He could feel the heat from it and see the steam rising from it "What are you doing?"
" Argh, Cleaning the wound with warm water. So it doesn't get infected. Now leave me alone!" She spat. They moved away, but he looked back and watched her.
She dropped a bunch of big palm tree leaves in the container. She only did it for a few moments then lifted them out. She pressed the warm water-soaked leaves against her wound, rubbing it up and down gently. It hurt her he could tell, but she kept repeating it until she seemed happy. She poured the warm water into the sand to make mud. Then taking a scoop of it in her hand, she splashed the mud against her wound, keeping the air from getting at it. To give it a chance to heal.
D-Stroy blinked rapidly, the memory coming to him. " The infection.. need to clean the wound".
" ..." His brother's weak voice got his attention. He looked and was alarmed to see he was falling forward. He could no longer sit upright. He laid him on his side and got a slab of rock to put under his jaw, so he was level and didn't have his head dropping to one side.
"You'll be ok, you'll be ok" His voice trembled as he spoke, but his mother's voice suddenly sprang in his mind (Focus! Stop freaking out and get what he needs you, idiot!) He turned back and left but not before sealing the entrance.
He needed to get him food and clean his wound. He raced off to do so.
...
Meanwhile, a group of Scraptors had found the trail. The leader of the pack lowered his head. He sniffed the smell of oil and blood, going by the smell he knew it was a T-Trux. He grinned happily and looked forward to claim his prize. He looked back to his fellow brother and sisters. He gave out lower growls and snarls in commands. He wanted them to pick up the pace. Their prize would be too weak for a fight. He wanted to take his time and enjoy taring the T-Trux apart.
...
D-Stroy had got what he wanted and watched the water boil in the bowl he made from metal pieces he found. He gazed at his young brother. He was still sleeping. He knew this was gonna hurt, so he made sure his brother couldn't move. He didn't want him hurting himself or him.
Threatening a group of Slamtools, he got them to do their job and secure D-Structs to the ground. Making him unable to move. He told them to pay extra attention to his jaw and wrecking ball.
He spared them or at least he would have until he noticed one of them trying to take a trophy from his collection. They couldn't help it since it's in their nature to steal. He easily smashed them with his tail and threw them out like they were garbage, which they were to him.
He calmed down and relaxed. It was time to focus. He went over to his brother. He looked so helpless, just like he was born. He traced his hand along his head gently. "Be strong like you always are". He dropped several leaves into the hot water. Then he lifted them and started cleaning the wound.
D-Structs eyes shot open immediately. It let out a painful scream and tried desperately to get away from whatever was causing the pain. He thrashed his body, his tail trying to move but to his horror. He found he couldn't get away. The pain kept coming. " !" He cried.
D-Stroy was tempted, but he knew he couldn't. He needed to get this wound cleaned or he will get sicker. He blocked out his brother's cries and sobs but it made his engine feel sick. He dipped a few more leaves in and made sure to clean every since of the wounds while his brother begged him to stop.
After a while, he did stop. He looked at his brother's face. Tears fell from his eyes. D-Stroy rubbed his head gently, listening to him breathing hard. His eyes were near closing but not fully yet. "I don't know if you can even hear me, but I'm sorry D-Structs. I'm so sorry. I just...I just wanted you to be strong and not give in to anyone. Not to show weakness cause if you did they take advantage of you. Mother would always say that to us. Ha, I know, we haven't talked about her years. She drilled into us that we had to do everything on our own, cause no one will help us, but she was wrong. We survived cause we were together and looked out for one another..."
He noticed D-Structs eye looking right up at him. He wondered if he was listening. "I hurt you, and I don't know if you can forgive me but please. Ha! Wow ". Tears now trail down his face and he laughed, but it was a bitter laugh. " I think this is the first time I ever said the word, please. Ah! Sounds so wrong. I never even used this word when our parents left us to starve and forced us to get our own food. Now look at me".
He stroked him gentle again and noticed his brother's eyes closing. "So listen to me, please. I'm begging you. Please don't leave me, don't give up and come back to me. Don't you dare leave me. I...I need you, brother".
He untied him then backed away from him to let him be. He moved to his own side of the cave and decided to get some rest. He hoped what he did worked.
He looked at him once more. "Please..." He whispered. Then he closed his eyes and rested, unaware that a group of Scraptors was getting closer to their home.