Finally! A new chapter is done! Here's chapter thirteen everyone.
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The Final Showdown
Pterano sat in his cave next to his unconscious son. He just hung his head in shame, not shamed of Devon, but shamed of himself. This is all my fault, he thought to himself. If only I had been there like a real father would. Oh Devon, please forgive me…
“Dad?”
That recognizable whisper snapped him out of his thoughts as he wasted no time kneeling by his son’s side, taking his hand as he did so. “How’re you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess.” He lowered his eyes, taking a sigh of disappointment. “I’m sorry I couldn’t-“
“No, no, no,” Pterano cut him off, rubbing his hand gently. “I’m sorry. I should have been there for you, not laying around like a coward.”
Devon chuckled weakly. “Dad, don’t be so hard on yerself. It’s not your fault. You were hurt!” Pterano just sighed in a disappointed yet comforted response as Devon gripped his hand tighter. “Hey, it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re together now, you see? That’s all that really matters…”
Pterano smiled lovingly at his son, bending down to nuzzle the blue flyer’s beak affectionately. “You and your way with words, I’m so proud of you, Devon.” He gave him a kiss to the forehead.
“Thanks, Dad…”his voice drifted off as the father and son smiled at eachother for a meaningful moment. Pterano then frowned, realizing that if he doesn’t stop Sierra soon, he’s bound to kill someone Pterano loves. Of course the first logical option was to stay in the cave to be with his son, but his son was almost killed. Pterano wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something bad had happened to Devon.
The blue flyer noticed Pterano's gesture, he stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Dad, what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft voice.
“There’s…something I need to take care of. I’ll be right back…I hope.” Pterano replied as his voice drifted off. Now Devon realized what Pterano was talking about as he gripped his hand even tighter.
“Wait, you’re leaving?” the blue flyer pleaded as you could easily tell by his eyes that he wanted so badly for Pterano to stay.
“Just for a little while. I shan’t be gone long, I promise.”
“No! I won’t let you leave. I can’t. I need you, Dad!” Devon pleaded as tears began to form in his eyes. “I want you to be with me…”
Pterano sniffed, placing a hand on his son’s cheek. “Oh Devon, of course I will. Even if you can’t see me…” he gave him another kiss to the forehead. “I love you, my son.” With that being said, Pterano took off into the stormy skies, ready to face the flyer that he now hated most.
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Lightning flashed in the sky as Sierra lurked in the woods, trying to come up with a better plan. “Stupid Rinkus…stupid mega biter…” he muttered to himself, kicking dirt around. “Why does everyone have to foil my plan?”
A lightning bolt lit the atmosphere as Sierra could have sworn he saw a figure in the trees. He wondered if it was his imagination, or just some tickly fuzzy in the trees. It was too dark to recognize. He took a wet tree sweet from a tree and stuffed it in his mouth. He dropped what’s left of the tree sweet to the ground as he saw the figure again. It wasn’t his imagination, and it definitely wasn’t a tickly fuzzy. It was something else.
“Who are you?” he called as fear began to crawl up his spine. “Who’s there?” he received no response, only cold wind blowing through his wings. “Show yourself! Or…or I’m coming in after ya!”
But still the air remained silent around him, save for the thunder and lightning and the wind. At the moment, Sierra was filled with fear for he felt like pray for a sharptooth. Every now and then, he would spot this mysterious figure out of the corner of his eye, but half a millisecond later, the figure would be gone in flash.
Sierra took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, heart pounding in his chest. He took a few steps back to be stopped by a tickling sensation. He gasped in utter fright, moving his arms to touch this sensation. He was so relieved to find out that he had only backed up into a tree; he sighed and closed his eyes. What he didn’t notice was that the figure was beside him as it slowly turned its head towards him. What Sierra heard next nearly made him jump.
“Hello Sierra…did you miss me?” it was a mere whisper, yet sounded very familiar…and it sent chills down Sierra’s spine.
The brown flyer shivered in fright as he slowly turned his head to face whatever had made that mere whisper to be greeted by a red fist to the face. Sierra stumbled back, but caught himself before he could fall on his tail. He brushed himself off as he stood up to face the last dino on planet earth he would want to see.
He smirked evilly as half his fear escaped his body. “Pterano, my old friend, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he chuckled. “I’ve gotta say, ya had me for a second there.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you live.” The red flyer growled, taking steps towards his former comrade.
Sierra laughed. “Well Pterano, yer gettin feistier every time I see ya! Funny, I was just talking with Devon-“the brown flyer was pushed against a tree as Pterano held him there.
“You leave my boy out of this!” he snapped, gritting his teeth. “You hurt him badly enough!”
Sierra pushed the red flyer off him. ”Will you ever learn to keep to your own business, Pterano? Seriously! First the stone, then my revenge that was going just fine until you showed up and started corrupting my son-“
Pterano was filled with rage; Corrupting your son? Corrupting your son!? Oh gee, that’s a good one! For your information, Sierra, I’m the one that’s been raising your son! The red flyer slapped him across the beak. “He was never your son in the first place! I’ve cut you lots of slack over the past years but you’ve crossed a line!”
“Oh, did I now?” Sierra chuckled. “Well, you haven’t been such as saint yourself, Pterano.” He was cut off when Pterano punched him in the face.
“Shut up and fight, you coward!” the red flyer growled, getting into a fighting stance. “You’re going to pay for every thing you’ve done to my son.”
Sierra shook his head. “Oh, ho, ho, ho, now am I? Well I guess we’re gonna have to see about that, now aren’t we?” with that being said, Sierra took off into the sky as Pterano fallowed immediately after.
The red flyer appeared out of the tree tops to see absolutely no sign of his former comrade whatsoever. He looked to the left, and then to the right and all of a sudden, he was knocked higher into the air by a brown fist. “All these years and you still haven’t learned this trick.” Sierra chuckled, crossing his arms coolly. “I thought you were smarter than that, Pterano.”
The red flyer regained his flight, brushing a hand across his lower beak to feel a slimy sensation sweep across his claw. He brought up his hand to see a few drops of blood staining his claws. He clenched his fists and lunged for Sierra…only to lung for thin air instead.
Pterano stopped himself before he could plunge into a tree as he again regained his flight, trying to figure out what had just happened. It soon became obvious though. Sierra had dodged the blow.
“Is that the best you can do?” Sierra taunted, fallowed by an evil laugh. “That mega biter musta knocked you out real good.” Pterano cut him off as he lunged at him, knocking him into the ground.
He landed next to his former comrade, kneeling next to him, noticing that he was unconscious. He picked up a sharp rock, pointing it to Sierra’s throat, going for the kill.
About ten to fifteen seconds later, Pterano still held on to the sharp rock. Was he really going to do this? He pondered. And if he did, what would Devon think of him? Would he still except him as a father even though he was a murderer? Pterano had no idea. But he did know one thing:
Devon would be highly disappointed in him if he did.
Pterano dropped the rock, standing up on his feet and took a deep breath, pondering over what he should do with the brown flyer. But there was one flaw Pterano still need to learn. Never let your guard down.
Suddenly a pair of strong brown arms wrapped themselves around Pterano’s neck. “Did you really think that you could get rid of me, Pterano?” Sierra scoffed. “I gotta hand it to ya though, you had me there. You really did.” Sierra brought up the sharp rock and drove across the red flyer’s chest and then up to his neck ring, creating a forty five degree angle. “But not anymore.” He gripped Pterano’s neck and dragged him along the ground, pinning him against a tree. He tightened his grip. “You really shouldn’t have come here.”
he pressed harder as Pterano began to gasp for air. “You would’ve lived through this if you stayed home. Foolish.” Pterano struggled to break free as he began coughing uncontrollably but it proved to be worthless. “Squirm all you’d like. It ain’t gonna do ya any good.”
Lighting struck the tree, catching it on fire as it began to fall to the ground. Sierra immediately let go of Pterano, fleeing to safety.
“UNCLE!! WATCH OUT!!!”
Hearing his nephew’s loud cry, Pterano gathered all of his leftover strength and jumped to safety before the tree finally landed on the ground with a hard thud. He bounced on the wet grass before crashing on his back, coughing out his blood.
“UNCLE!!!” Petrie screamed at the top of his lungs, hopping off a tree branch above and landed beside his wounded uncle. Sierra got up on his feet and made his way towards to two flyers.
Pterano just embraced his nephew, holding him protectively against his chest as he could only watch in fear as Sierra approached them. “D’aww…isn’t that sweet.” The brown flyer mocked. “Like uncle, like nephew, eh? Too bad, I’m gonna have to kill you both.”
Petrie buried his face into his uncle’s chest as Pterano tightened his arms around him, providing a protective shield for him. “Don’t you dare harm my nephew!” he snapped. “He’s too young!”
Sierra rolled his eyes and gawked. “Does this look like the face of someone who cares?” he chuckled evilly. “If he was smart, he wouldn’t have come down here. It’s a shame really, he seemed to be the kind of kid you would want for a son. But…oh well.”
The brown flyer was about to lung for the uncle and nephew when yet another force rammed into him, knocking him to the ground. This time, the force wasn’t a flyer, but a threehorn…a green female threehorn. “Leave them alone, you sick jerk!” Layla shouted as her brother landed beside her.
Sierra gasped, then shrugged it off, standing up on his feet. “So you, too have betrayed me, eh?”
“Come off it, Sierra!” Jordon snapped, getting into a fighting stance. “I’m sick of your dirty lies!”
Sierra gawked in response. “Do I have to kill you guys, too?” he picked up a rock and was about to lung at the young threehorns when an even stronger force rammed into him, swooping him in between the horns, causing him to drop the rock next to Pterano.
“Not while I’m around, you’re not!” Mr. Threehorn roared, gritting his teeth and glaring right into the frightened brown flyer’s eyes. “Take it away, Pterano.”
“Gladly,” Pterano picked up the sharp rock and stood up next to the hanging flyer before him. “This is for my boy.” He whispered darkly in Sierra’s ear before plunging the rock into his back. Mr. Threehorn shook his head, tossing the brown flyer over the cliff.
Too bad for him, it wasn’t a straight fall. He smacked a rock on the way down, bouncing off the sloping sides of the cliff several times before rolling rapidly on the hardest rocks and finally, he slammed into the dead mega biter, his body landing on top of it. Sierra…was no more.
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Man! That's a long chapter! Sheesh! Took me like what, five, six hours?
And here's a tip for all those young writers out there: NEVER write anything scary at night.
Enjoy.
