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Dino-Life Chapter 13 Speeding to Chaos
By Mr.Camel
The Adventures of Mr. Camel: Dino-Life
Chapter 13: Speeding to Chaos
A summary of what is currently happening in the story:
Little did anyone know, but the Silver Mesa Facility was well on its way to an extremely chaotic state. The tension between the Pigeons and the Sharks was growing rapidly; war was dawning on the horizon.
Rick Arnold is currently lost within the subterranean walls of the Silver Mesa Laboratory, searching for a way to fix his mistake. His mission will not be easy, for the marines are hunting him down. However, the government is losing faith in the marines. The black ops assassins are now being sent to annihilate any living organism in Silver Mesa…
Martin Randle, Yvonne, Dr. Junkee, and Totally Kyle are still lost in the jungles of Edgar’s mad, dinosaur-filled park. Fortunately, they are nearing the exit from the park. But the exit will only lead to trying to escape the invading aliens…
Edgar and his group have been trapped in the control room. There is nothing they can do. They must simply… wait…
Mr. Camel and Guilty Spark are roaming the areas that Rick Arnold has already passed, following in his path. Their only goal now is to escape and return to the Black Widow…
Seth Rex, Jango Raptor, TobyCompy, Dark DNA and Kooloomoo are preparing for war against the pigeons. If they succeed, all is well. If they fail, the planet is doomed to be overrun by the disgusting city birds…
Silver Mesa was speeding to chaos.
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The sand stirred up into the air violently as the black Apache landed. The four black ops agents jumped out, carrying their MP5 sub-machineguns.
“Well, we’re here,” RaptorVinny stated.
“Hell, here is hot,” Carnotaur3 sighed.
“Hot is here,” Dark Hunter said.
“What the hell?” Punk Nerd asked, confused.
“Never mind, let’s go,” RaptorVinny said, walking towards a garage that stood about ten feet away.
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Edgar paced in the control room. About three hours ago, the roof had caved in on the other side, trapping them inside of the control room.
“How could one shit so long?” Host wondered aloud. “I mean, Jesus, it’s been days now!”
“I haven’t a bloody clue, but those damn things are pissing me off,” Ben muttered.
“We’ll be trapped in here forever, we’ll starve with nothing to eat, and when we die the pigeons will eat our brains out and conquer the world!” NowAndAgain wailed.
“Shut the hell up, damn it!” Ben shouted.
“They’re going to kill us all! They’re going to kill us all!” NowAndAgain screamed.
“Tranquilizer…” Ben told Edgar, who walked to the gun cabinet and pulled out a tranquilizer rifle. Edgar handed the gun to Ben. “DIE, DAMN YOU!!!”
Ben unleashed a storm of tranquilizer darts on NowAndAgain, at least thirty. NowAndAgain fell to the floor, the tranquilizer darts sticking out of his face.
“Uh, I think that was an overdose,” Edgar said worriedly.
“Aw, he’s fine,” Ben said dropping the rifle and walking over to NowAndAgain’s limp body. He lifted NowAndAgains’ head and looked into the open eyes. Instead of pupils, there was a large black x on each eye.
“Is he okay?” Edgar asked.
“Oh, shit,” Ben muttered.
“What? I didn’t hear you,” Edgar said.
“Ah, he’s fine. See, he’s waving to you right now!” Ben lifted NowAndAgain’s lifeless arm and waved it.
“Oh, yay! I’m glad you’re okay, NowAndAgain. Did that mean old Ben hurt you?” Edgar asked.
“Uh, no Mr. Edgar. Ben is so nice! I love you Ben!” Ben said, trying to make his voice sound like NowAndAgain’s voice.
“Oh, yes! Ben is a very, very good man,” Edgar said jovially.
“I hate my life,” Ben said in his NowAndAgain voice and tossed NowAndAgain’s body out the door. A swarm of pigeons immediately dived onto his body and began to devour him.
“Oh my God! He jumped out of the door! He must have been depressed,” Edgar sniffed, not realizing that Ben had set it all up.
“He was a good man,” Ben said before sitting down next to the Host. Edgar began to cry in a corner on the other side of the room.
“Good act there, Ben. Never thought the guy was that much of an idiot. But he’s just the average citizen. Imagine it! You could trick half the world with that act! You could be famous!” Host said.
“Nah, I think he’s… stupid. Most people are smarter than him,” Ben said.
“Forgive him, God! It was all the bologna! The bologna has been stale for weeks, I knew we shouldn’t have fed it to him!” Edgar screamed to the heavens.
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Captain Darial Longsword looked out at the dry desert around them.
“SpinoMonkey, straighten course!” Longsword commanded.
“Aye, aye, Captain!” SpinoMonkey acknowledged, turning the helm.
The dark mass in the sky to the left frightened Longsword. He couldn’t tell what it was, but had decided that it was dangerous. His original plan was to move up next to the wall enclosing the facility and move along next to it, looking for some way in. But the darkness seemed to hang over everything within the walls. Longsword wanted to stay as safe as possible.
“Arr, I reckon we should circle around the walls from a distance. I don’t like that blackness by the walls, do you lad?” Longsword said.
“No, sir. It looks damn scary. I’m glad you decided to stay away from it,” SpinoMonkey answered.
“Aye, lad. Stay a good eighty steps away from those damned walls, lad,” Longsword stared back up at the darkness.
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Rick Arnold stepped into the entrance of the Llama Dome. He had finally made it.
Fluorescent lights on the ceiling lighted the rooms. Rick walked through to a large testing room. An experimental plasma rifle sat on a table that sat in the middle of the room.
Rick lifted the gun and pulled the trigger back. A silver beam shot out and created a hole in one of the walls. Rick blinked. Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun.
“Holy shit, this gun rocks!” Rick exclaimed. He carried the gun at his side as he continued to walk through the building.
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“Summon the armies, we must,” Kooloomoo said quietly.
“Yes,” Seth Rex agreed.
“Perform the Summoning now, I will,” Kooloomoo said.
The Summoning:
“Ah wa la ma ta ka! Woo hoo loo too kay… AH! Zee zells zee zells by da zore! Do way bol og nay! Zay Peet uns eez koomun, zay Peet uns eez koomun! Zit eez da toom fa wa! Way sha woon! Vikto wee bay ott! Woo hoo loo too kay… AH! NOO! NOO! NOO! NOO! Kamt noo! Ryte noo! Ee neet yall noo! Woo hoo!”
The Summoning has ended.
“What the hell was that about?” Seth said.
“I have no fucking clue,” Jango Raptor shook his head sadly. “Do you humans know what he said?”
Dark DNA blinked. “Uh… what the hell?”
“Of course! It’s so simple,” Tobycompy said. “I have no clue what some of the beginning meant, but here is what I understood of it: She sells sea shells by the shore! Do away with bologna! The Pigeons are coming, the Pigeons are coming! This is the time for war! We shall win! Victory will be ours! I have no clue about that woo hoo stuff, but continuing after that: Now! Now! Now! Now! Come now! Right now! Wee need you all now!”
Everyone stared out TobyCompy.
“Okay then…” Jango muttered.
Seth looked forward. An army of sand sharks was marching forward to them.
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Mr. Camel and Guilty Spark looked at the bloody mess that sat in front of them. More than five soldiers were lying in their path.
Guilty Spark bent down to investigate the wounds on one of the bodies. Something had been jabbed into his midsection and ripped his intestines out.
“God, the guy who did this is a damn good fighter,” Guilty Spark noted. “Maybe we should stop following him. What if he thinks we are after him?”
“Hmm… I’d say that’s a damn good idea!” Camel said. “I think we’ll climb through this grate here instead of follow the path he took.”
Mr. Camel kicked a grate on the bottom of the wall, shattering the rusty metal.
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Martin, Yvonne, Junkee, and Totally Kyle were now tunneling underground, impatient for the pigeons to stop.
“Are we almost there yet?” Kyle asked.
“We’ve only been tunneling for ten minutes…” Yvonne said.
“Now are we almost there?”
“No…”
“Now?”
“I don’t think so…”
“How much longer?”
“Kyle, we don’t have a map. Sorry, but there is no way of knowing when we’re almost there. The only way of knowing when to stop is when we can’t here the splatters from the pigeon feces anymore,” Martin said.
“Does that mean we’re there?” Kyle asked excitedly.
“NO!” Junkee shouted.
“Aw… Will we be there soon?” Kyle moaned.
“We’ll be there when we Martin says ‘We’re there!’ okay?” Yvonne said, getting angry.
“Are we there yet, Martin?”
“No,” Martin said calmly.
“Now?”
“Shut the hell up!” Junkee screamed. “If you don’t, we’ll leave you for the damned pigeons!”
“Oh no! Not that! SORRY! Please forgive me!” Kyle cried.
“Just shut up! Stop being annoying and you’ll be fine,” Yvonne said.
“Okay…” Kyle said.
“The sound is fading, we must be getting away!” Martin said happily. Kyle’s mouth began to open.
“No, that doesn’t mean we’re there,” Yvonne said.
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“Mr. Arnold, I’ve been expecting you,” the old scientist said. “I have decided that the only way to fix this mess is to send you to their planet so you can kill what ever controls them.”
Rick Arnold lowered the plasma beamer. “When will it be ready?”
“I’m on the finishing touches now. It should be done in a few hours.”
Rick stared at the teleport machine that the old scientist was working on. This would be what would send him to the alien world, a world where he was sure he would die.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Please comment!
10/26/2003 3:11:03 PM
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