Um, Jared, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you think you might be taking this fanfic a little too seriously? I mean, I don't think it's a bad story at all, but isn't that kind of an extreme reaction to a plot point?
Nope. I dun think his reaction is a bit over the top. I like his reviews, they're cool!
Whoa, Petrie, watch your language lol
Yeah, Petrie!!! Sheesh! Some people's hatchlings!
Now if you excuse me, ONTO CHAPTER ELEVEN!!!!!!
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Fight to the Death
"Say goodbye to yer little friend..."
Devon gritted his teeth, gazing at his beaten father. Fear, grief, anger mixed together in one big emotional headache. And yet somehow, those emotions managed to give the blue flyer all the energy he needed. It was as though a protective instinct kicked in. He gripped Sierra's arm that still hung around his neck and sunk his teeth into it, causing the brown flyer screetch in agony and let got of him.
Without hesitation, the blue flyer took his chance to rush to his father's aid. He knelt by the half unconscious flyer's side, taking his hand gently. "Dad..."
Pterano breathed heavily, despite the pain it sent to his lungs, and opened his eyes halfway. "Devon..." Pterano whispered, only to cough out more blood.
"Oh, Dad...I can't believe he did this to you..." the blue flyer drifted off, tears forming in his eyes. He hated seeing his beloved father like this. It pained him too much.
He got back on his feet as anger began to take over. He faced his former father that he hated so much, even more now for hurting Pterano. "You...YOU HURT HIM!!!!!!" Devon growled, taking out his claws. "Mom, Petrie, get my dad to a safer place. I'll take care of this clown."
"But Devon-" Haylie protested, or at least tried to as Devon cut her off.
"Mom, do as I say!"
She would have protested even farther, for she didn't want to leave her son to this...creep. But she didn't want to endanger her mate either, she grabbed the unconscious Pterano's good arm and pulled him to his feet. "Come along Petrie."
With that the two headed for the woods.
Devon nodded at the two flyers before turning towards Sierra. They soon ended up circling eachother. "So, Devon." The brown flyer started, smirking evilly.
"Sierra." Devon simply replied, remaining calm and firm.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, boy? Did you miss me?"
"I missed kicking your scrawny tail, does that count?"
"Oh ho ho...fiesty..." Sierra chuckled. "Did Pterano teach you that?"
"Yes, yes he did." Devon looked up to the cloudy yet starry night sky. "Shall we take this to the skies?"
"Gladly." With that being said, the two flyers shot themselves into the air, Devon flying up first, fallowed by Sierra, only to get punched in the side of the beak.
The brown flyer was sent flying back, but not far. Because he just regained balance and lunged for Devon, allowing his anger to take over. "Why you little-!"
The blue flyer dodged the blow and Sierra caught nothing but air. "Whoa, dude!" Devon chuckled. "What happened to you? Did my dad knock you out real good or something?"
"Shut up and fight, you coward!" Sierra shouted as he lunged for his former son once more, only to ram into mid air.
"Whoa! And I thought I was the slowpoke!" Devon laughed again. "Either I must've gotten better at this since our last fight or...you suck!"
Just then, Sierra lunged into him; he hit him this time, knocking him into a higher altitude. This caught Devon off guard, but he regained his flight. "Oh, you wanna fight, old dino? Then..." he paused, clenching his fists and puffed out his chest. "Let's fight." With a loud cry, Devon hurtled towards the brown flyer, sending him towards the ground. "That's for my father!"
The two hurtled for eachother, colliding right after, throwing blows, scratches, kicks, anything that would help them survive throughout the fight. De ja vu happened in Sierra's mind as thunder struck the sky, catching them off guard, sending them towards the ground.
Devon landed on his stomach in the stone cold ground with hard impact, coughing out blood. It took a few tries to get up on his feet, despite the pain it sent to his back.
"Now why does this look familiar?"
Devon whirled around at the cool Texan accent that he immediately recognized. Sierra smirked at him evilly, sending a chill down his spine. "Oh yes, now I remember," he chuckled darkly. "It's just the way your 'father' looked before I stabbed him." Devon breathed heavily as that harsh memory began to take over.
Flashback
"PTERANO, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!!!!"
Shocked by the sudden outburst, Pterano turned his head in the direction it came from to see a familiar blue flyer flying towards him at full speed. "Devon-AHHH!!!!!" he screamed in sharp pain ran straight through his back, sinking onto his knees. Sierra pulled out the bloody rock, chuckling evilly.
"NOOO!!!!!" Devon shouted, trying to fly faster.
End flashback
Devon snapped his eyes open, heart pounded in his chest. He hated that memory. He could still feel the rain hitting his eyes as he soared hard in the sky that morning. He could still smell the blood Pterano's wound shed. He could still taste the hot tears that streamed down his cheeks that night. He really wished that he could simply make the memory disappear from his mind forever.
"I know, horrible, right?" Sierra foretold, slapping Devon's beak, sending the blue flyer into a tree. "Now its yer turn." he brought up a sharp rock, which strangely seemed to reveal a small drop of blood on the side of it. Seeing this, Devon couldn't help but think,
This must be the rock he used to nearly kill Pterano... "Oh yer father will be so heartbroken. But that's the fun part of it." He snickered darkly. "Too bad he couldn't be here to protect you." He pointed the rock towards Devon's throat. "Say goodnight, pretty boy."
Devon closed his eyes, preparing for impact.
Please forgive me, Dad...--------------------------------------------------------------
Pterano snapped his eyes open due to the thunder that struck the sky. He then noticed that his forehead was wet. He looked up to see his mate pressing a wet treestar to his forehead. "Haylie...?" he whispered weakly.
"Hey Ronnie," the purple flyer asked softly. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah...a little..." he drifted off, noticing that he felt a little warmth on his good arm. That "little wamth" appeared to be Petrie, dozing off all tucked under his arm. Pterano chuckled softly, smiling proudly at his young nephew. Then he frowned, suddenly remembering about his son.
He gasped. "Devon!" He exclaimed, stumbling to his feet, immediately waking Petrie. "I have to save him!"
He was about to take off when Haylie grabbed onto his wing. "Pterano no! It's too dangerous!"
"Yeah, and that's my son out there!" he protested to feel a small hand touch his, causing him to look down.
"Please don't go, Uncle." Petrie begged sleepily, staring up at his uncle with pleading eyes. Pterano hesitated a bit, his eyes softening. He kneeled down by his nephew.
"It'll only be a few hours, Petrie. I'll be fine," He smiled softly at his worried nephew. "I promise." The uncle and nephew gazed into eachother's eyes for a few meaningful moments; Pterano could see the moonlight shining in Petrie's. Pterano stiffened his look and stood on his feet. Without looking back, the red flyer took off to the sky.
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So there you go kids. Uh oh! Poor Devon! Let's all hope Pterano could get to him in time.
Enjoy.
