27th October 2013 Sunday

Day 300!

65 days to go! I cannot believe I've done this for 300 days…and now I'm almost forgetting that I still have a chapter to do (so don't blame me if I accidentally forget). By the way, I actually pictured it as Zap saying all the creepy stuff in the songfic, and then when everyone was crowding around, it was Zap as a vampire, Dex as a mummy, Tung as a zombie and Jane as a witch, but I guess it could've been Dr. Monogan.

Let's have a go at Dex's fear.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dex Hamilton.

The man sprinted through the bright lights, trying hard to find the person he was looking for. All around him were colours of yellow and red, penetrating angrily into his vision. He skidded to a halt on the fresh earth, landing himself in front of a carnival.

"Place the ping pong balls in the mouth; win a prize," the man addressed him. Dex looked up at the striped dressed man, gasping as he gazed into his nemesis' eyes. Syrrus waggled his eyesbrows suggestively as he gestured to the back wall of prizes with his cane.

"Win enough points, and you could have your very own 'life-like' dolls," he said, pointing to a small cage. Winston patted his sister's back while Sammy gripped on to the bars in front of her; face red and squealing loudly for her dad. Dex's expression turned to one of anger almost immediately as he reached forward and grasped the collar of the vendor.

"They're not dolls; they're human beings. This is illegal, let them out!" he shouted in the man's face, his volume of voice rising over the clapping thunder. Syrrus continued to smirk as he shook the entomologist off, gesturing in front of him. Five clown heads frozen in shock sat in a row, awaiting the game to start.

"Play?" the green man questioned. Dex gulped loudly, feeling the beads of sweat race down his forehead as he spied the clowns. He could've sworn that some of the clown's lips turned up a little at the corner, conveying their evil smirk. He was distracted, however, when his kids wailed loudly to their dad. Dex narrowed his eyes to Syrrus.

"Play."

One by one, the tiny ping pong balls fell down the throats of the clowns, with a nervous gasp from Dex each time he had to bring his hand near their mouths. Each ball fell with a drop in to the largest scoring column, until the final one landed atop its predecessors.

"Yes! Highest score," the leader thrust his fist in the air. "I win my kids back!"

"Sorry Hamilton," the sentence caused the entomologist to drop his hands, his children cowering in the cage once again. "But you only scored a thirty-six."

"What do you mean only?" he shouted in retort. "That's the highest score you can get on this machine!"

"Well, sorry, but your kids are worth thirty-seven," Syrrus chuckled his laugh at Dex's murderous glare.

"Let them out-"

"But you do have one prize for winning a thirty-six," Syrrus blew in a tiny whistle, and Dex turned around at the sound of beating wings. His giant alien insects were closing in; destroying anything in their paths at the risk of harming citizens. People that Dex didn't realise were here began to scurry in every which direction, looking for cover at the tormenting sight.

Syrrus chuckled as the leader stood defenceless and helpless.

"Did you really think that humans and alien insects could live together in harmony?" he questioned rhetorically, voice carried by a big gust of wind. "Humans harvest these bugs for their own personal gain, and the work of one small man can't change that!"

Bugs moved in front of Dex's vision, pulling him into a world of darkness.

Dex woke up with a start, sighing when he felt his wife, and even his son, sleeping beside him in his bed. There was a bright light in the room, radiating from the other corner. Sammy was asleep in her crib, a projector mobile dancing gracefully above her.

Insects of blue, green and red were happily moving around the room from the mobile, creating a peaceful atmosphere for a newborn to fall asleep to. Dex held out his hand, where one insect moved straight through it. He sighed in content as he let his hand fall back on to the bed, smiling to himself as he drifted off.

'Not one man, but a whole team can make a difference.'

R&R!