This is my first attempt at actually writing a fanfiction. I've always been interested in what happened to Rinkus and Sierra after what happened in the 7th movie, so I thought I'd start with that. This is just for fun, if people like this then I'll try to continue it. Any reviews would be appreciated
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Rinkus groaned and tried to open his eyes. They felt sluggish, unresponsive. After a few moments of trying, he gave up, laid his head back down and focussed on other things. The smell of burning, the soft mass beneath him, the acrid taste of the dust he inhaled with each ragged breath, the dull ringing in his ears. Struggling to piece together what had happened to him, he could only remember a deafening explosion and a blinding flash.
Time passed. Summoning his energy, Rinkus propped himself up on his arms, tilted his head and creaked open his eyelids. It was day, that much was clear, though the dust hanging in the air blocked out most of the sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, Rinkus was able to make out his location - a small ledge on the side of a large mountain.
What am I doing here? he thought furiously, his mind clouded by confusion,
What happened to me?Dragging himself forward a few inches, Rinkus staggered to his feet and looked down, inspecting the pain in his right wing. Grimacing, his eyes were drawn to a large gash down the center. He didn't think it was enough to prevent him from ever flying again, but he knew for sure he wouldn't be able to fly the same. Aside from a few other other cuts and bruises, he didn't seem too worse off. Then, from behind, the soft thing he had been lying on coughed and rolled over onto its back.
"How.. bad's the damage?" it moaned, gritting its teeth. Rinkus smiled. Of course an explosion couldn't keep Sierra down. Sierra! Rinkus remembered everything. Kidnapping the swimmer, being persued by the swimmer's friends, and Pterano. The one who'd led them to the so called Stone of Cold Fire.
He left me for dead! Rinkus thought, he eyes narrowing in hatred.
He thinks he can get away with it? No. There have to be consequences..."Well? Am I gonna make it?" Sierra continued, twisting his head to look around at him. Rinkus' eyes fell down to rest on the grey flyer. His skin looked singed, and there was a deep cut running down the side of his face which would probably leave a mark. Would it be easier to just leave him here? Rinkus held his tail in thought. Easier, but unwise. Even wounded, Sierra could still be better than him in a fight. He could still make a good bodyguard.
Rinkus smiled down at Sierra. "You'll be fine," he told him, "First, let's get you up on your feet, yes?"
Sierra knocked his hand away. "I don't need your help!" he snarled. Reaching up the side of the ledge, he sank his talons into a groove and, shakily, pulled himself upright. Gasping for breath, he glared at Rinkus. "What did you do?"
"It wasn't me, you fool! Pterano led us to a lousy piece of rock, then saved his own skin when things got hairy," Rinkus hissed back.
Sierra grinned sourly. "I knew it. I knew he wasn't no leader. We should've done things my way." He paused. "So what're we gonna do now?"
"Look what Pterano did to us! You want to let him get away with it?" Rinkus started, watching as Sierra snarled furiously. "That's what I thought."
"We'll find him. Make him pay..." Sierra scraped his talons down the rock.
Rinkus nodded. He limped towards the edge and peered down. "But first, we have to find a way off this ledge."
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