Sorry about giving you all that to do, Star. I know that fight scenes can be some of the most annoying things in writing, and I really shouldn't have placed that weight on your shoulders so soon.
My deepest apologies. If I might offer this meager work as a form of atonement?
You can say that you made me do it, if it helps. ^^
-Dark
Quoted by can be so nice sometimes,can't he?May I just suggest you do not comment on what he said that much?He can get all yell-ey...
The fire roared as Desert dreamed, safely steeped in her own oblivion. In her mind, she was back home, her job done, savoring the thanks that had been heaped upon her by friends and family. She finally had time to rest, relax...
...and that was when the yeti in the real world gave her a wet willy.
The Flygon sputtered, opening her eyes. "What the heck... oh, damn."
As the beast stared down at her, Desert knew that she'd only have a few seconds to avoid becoming a life-sized Fruit Roll-Up. Her mind raced, looking for any possible way to escape... but nothing seemed to come to her. Fear paralyzed every muscle.
"Uh... Embyr..."
The Ninetales yawned. "What?"
"I think we've got company."
Embyr sat up, rubbing tired eyes... and saw the intruder. "Oh, damn."
"Yeah, I know."
The yeti turned, cheated out of its snack, and roared at Embyr, knocking her over with the foul-smelling bellow. Grinning crookedly, it turned its attention back to Desert... and gaped at the patch of empty snow that the Flygon had occupied.
"Embyr, run!"
The Ninetales quickly acknowledged, taking off down the nearest slope with the yeti hard on their heels.
"Hey, Desert?"
"What?"
"Why are we always getting into these situations?"
"Shut up and run."
Five miles away, Dark was doing what most bored maniacs do when armed: shooting everything in sight with his new Intrazap rifle. Green plasma began to pile everywhere, glowing with eerie light as it melted through the snow.
And so it was that a happy vampire trudged up to the campsite... only to find that the inhabitants had bolted.
"Well, that's a bother."
Sighing, he retrieved a pair of plasma clips from his ammo pack, tossing the cartridges into his mouth and crunching down on the white-hot liquid inside. It kind of tasted like chicken, he thought, strapping the gun to his back and dropping to all fours.
After a few sniffs to test the wind, he was off, still chewing his impromptu snack.
Leagues of ice turned into grassy plains, and Desert was somewhat disconcerted by the transition. Since the yeti was still chasing them, however, she decided against stopping to ask about it.
Over rocks, fallen trees, and small puddles they flew, tired legs carrying them into a deep, dank canyon with their pursuer still hot on their heels, baying at the top of its lungs.
"Desert?" Embyr asked, leaping over a rock.
"What?"
"Can't I just blast it with something?"
"Oh, really? You actually think that you can use the powers that you've had all your life to get us out of another predicament? WHEN DID THAT IDEA COME TO YOU, GENIUS?"
"About two seconds ago."
The Flygon moaned. "I'm surrounded by idiots."
Embyr turned, a fireball hot in her hands, but before she could hurl the missile, the yeti's head exploded, spraying the pair with gore. As the body fell, smacking wetly on the rocks, a voice rang out, echoing through the canyon.
"Boom! Head shot!"
Desert groaned. "That had better be you, Dark."
"Exactamundopoly," he laughed, popping into view from a perch upon the rock face. "I've been waiting all of the last fifteen seconds to make a shot like that!"
"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"Oh, here and there. Here, catch."
Desert barely caught the plasma rifle as Dark tossed it to her, his bored expression restored. "What the heck is this?"
"A gun," he replied, his mood changing from nonchalant to serious in a nanosecond. "I suggest that you learn how to use it. After all, even I can't protect you forever, love."
"I don't want to use this thing..."
"Too bad. Here's the ammo. There's enough in that bag to fuel fifty rifles, so don't lose it."
As he walked away, handing her the ammo sack, Desert stared at the weapon in her hands, astounded.
"I can't use this..."
"So, where are we?" Embyr asked a few minutes later as they continued on their way. "It seems a little... un-snowy."
"We," Dark replied, "just left the Happy Holidays Christmas theme park."
"What?!?"
"Yep. As ridiculous as it seems, we landed in the middle of the Puffy Doggy Happy Snow Fun Party attraction. That's why you heard all that music earlier."
"But what about the yeti?"
"That happened to be one of the workers," the Gallade smiled. "You know, like the guy in the Mickey Mouse suit at Disneyland."
"So you just shot..."
"Yep."
Desert sighed. "It's not worth being surprised anymore."
"Nope."
Later that night, the trio made camp beneath a crag, the two Fusions quickly falling asleep after the day's antics. Dark, however, remained awake, staring into the raging bonfire they'd lit, thinking.
Why? Why do I feel this way around these two? They're children, barely ready for anything, much less jaunts like this!
Why is it that these two torment me so?
These two wretched children...
Standing, he walked to where Desert lay, bent down, and peered into her sleeping face.
"Rest, child," he whispered, gently drawing a stray hair away from her cheek. "For now, you will have nothing to fear from me."
For now.
*Claps* Moi moi it.
*Raises a glass.* A toast!To hoping Dark doesn't kill me because I put what he told me as a quote!Now,if you don't mind,I'm going to find myself a nice little hole and cower in it,hoping he doesn't shoot my head off like the amusement park's guy.*Drops glass and runs for dear life*