"Are you excited about the movie?" Jake's mom asked already knowing the
answer by his restless fidgiting
"Of course!" Jake yelped "I can't wait to see the T-rex get his ass ki..."
"Jacob Alaxander Darigaaz! What have i told you about cussing!?!"
"You said I'm 'too young to say Shit, ass, damn, and fuck'" he yammered
almost expecting to be thrown from the car.
"Thats right" she said beginning to realize what he had said.
"Mom! There's Mike! Drop me off drop me off!!" he yelled franticly
"OK!" Jake's mom shrieked almost losing control of the steering wheel. "Wait
for me inside." she said beginning to slow down and turned to see jake out
and in full run to catch up to Mike "Ok?" she yelled from inside the small
bright red toyota, but Jake just waved it off, still trying to catch up with
Mike.
"Hey Mike! Whats up?" jake inquired about 4 yards behind Mike.
"Nothin much..." he began slightly startled "When did ya get here?"
"Afew seconds ago... you?"
"Like 2 or 3 minutes ago. Dad let me out so he can find a parking place."
"Oh. Mom let me out so i could catch up with you."
"Cool!" he said reaching the doors to the theater. "Is your mom gonna meet
ya inside?"
"Yep."
"Ok cool" he said opening the advertisement plastered glass door. "do you
have any money?"
"OH CRAP! I forgot it..." he said embarrassed by his forgetfulness
"Dont worry about it. your mom can pay me back." he muttered trying to
remember how much he had "Two for Jurassic park 3" he said to the casheer
"That'll be $6.00" she said in a deep southern accent accepting the wrinkled
$10 bill from Mike. "It'll start in 5 minutes." she said informatively, giving
back 4 nearly new 1 dollar bills.
"Cool!" Jake cheered. Then followed Mike towards the snack bar.
"Want something for the movie? My treat." Mike said gazing at the
assortment of candies, drinks, and other junk food.
"Sure!" he exclaimed looking for his favorites.
"I'll get us some popcorn. You can get somethin else if ya want." he said
taking in the pungent arouma of freshly poped popcorn.
"how much do you have left?" Jake asked looking at the prices
"i've got like $4 dollars and some change." Mike said shaking his left hand
pant pocket making a loud jingle.
"Ok. Dude this sucks! they dont have red hots or jawbreakers!" Jake said
clearly bummed out.
"yeah they do! their right there." Mike said pointing towards the small boxs
of crappy candy not knowing how anyone could ever like red hots.
"COOL!!!" Jake howled.
"Theres only one problem... you can only get one of em... i dont have
enough money for them and popcorn."
"oh..." Jake said, again clearly bumed. Then a sudden twinge was felt in
the back of his head followed by a wave of nausea and a quick shudder
causing him to grab hold of the steel and glass candystand.
"you ok man?" Mike said reaching to help him stand straight.
"yeah... im good... jus a headache..."
"Ok... well what do ya want?" Mike's voice seemed to drown away... then it
happened...
The Battle
100 yards between the 2 behemoths yet it seemed like only afew paces
seperating the 2. They stand staring unmoving, the thing true nightmares
are made from, waiting for the signal to rip each other limb from limb.
The first a Gargoyle Warrior standing nearly 85 feet from horns to tail,
slowly creaking as brimstone body tensed anxiously awaiting his time to kill.
A slight gleam came from his stoney rough scalp. His existance forged,
chisaled from the hardend lava left from when the earth was near destroyed
well over 60 million years ago, and only the Gods could walk the earth. His
wings arching over 25 feet above his head. Most of his body black as sacrin
from caked on blood, dust, and mud aquired over the millions of years of
wars and questing for his Lord and creator Hephaestus. Even still scars could
be seen upon his chest, from uncountable futal attemps by assassins, warriors,
and titans alike to remove him his world.
His battle axe forged from the astroid that caused his birth. The 65 foot
axe, appropiately named "The Axe of Peril," black, from the same blood and
dust that blackend most of the Gargoyle's body, but as sharp as any razor
and cerated like a sharks tooth. his eyes shown like red as fear and the soul
of a flame, they seemed to radiate with hate and the longing for his own
death.
The Demon was somehow different. He was taller, nearly 92 feet tall from horns
to toe nails. His eyes didnt burn with hate... they even seemed alittle cheery,
as though fighting were nothing to him. The outside of his eyes were black as
pitch that convereged onto the flamed center of his eye, flickering from side
to side almost randomly. Horned ridges rising and falling upon his brow like a
great white's toothy grin, but more than just a grin... they followed themselfs
down the ridges of his nose like a satanic peace sign.
His horns, seeming like claws, extending from the demons head, pointing
straight to heaven as though he were flicking God off. The horn to his left was
splintered like it were ripped from its base. His teeth like needle sharp lime
green daggers within his mouth but as big as a caveman's club. Horns
protruded from his chin like some malevolent misplaced mustach.
His sword, The sword of Retribution, near 70 feet and radiating light green
from the almost depleted uranium of the blade, the strongest metal on
earth. The hilt, made from a vampiric titan's skull and hellian arrow tips
jutting out of the long dead bone. The grip was like that of an ancient
samuri's with twisted flesh where the cloth should be.
A furocious roar rang out from the heavens. The demon slowly withdrew
the blade from the sheath upon his back. "I gave you a chance" the demon
began aragantly with a broad smile stretched across his face. "you should
have taken it." he said his voice sounding like crumpling metal. his eyes
widend quickly as he charged full speed blade coming from below to cut
the gargoyle in half. The sword scraped the ground causing sparks and a scar
going inches into the ground, and was brought sharply back up and stoped
with an abrupt *clang*.
The gargoyle looked down, seeing the demon's sword burried into his
crotch, then looked into the demon's eyes.
"What the hell was that?" his voice seemed to echo from a bottomless pit
that visably shook the demon.
"What are you?!" the demon said his voice cracking like fire.
"i am death. I am the truth in pain..." he paused raising his axe above his
head "I AM OBLITERATION!!" he said watching the demon quickly trying to
remove his sword from the new formed crevese in the gargoyle's groin. The
gargoyle smiled for the first time as be forced his mighty axe down faster
than most could see. it came to a dead stop with stone chips and dust flying
into the air and a slight trickle of blood leaking down the top of the axe
blade.
The demon floated 100 yards above the gargoyle, a 23 foot gash across his
chest from collar bone to his lowwer abdominal muscles. He lightly touched
his newly formed flesh wound, and raised it to his face looking deeply at it
as though it were the first time he'd ever seen his own blood... it was wild
berry red and covered his index and middle fingures like melted candle
wax. The demon smiled, a pained smile, and licked his fingures tasting his
blood, it tasted like battery acid and Kool aid.
"lucky shot." he chimed "betcha wont get another one!" the stung demon said
waiting for his enemy to follow him.
The gargoyle spread his wings to its full 200 foot wing span, and lept deftly
into the air, floating to a slow stop 2 feet from the demon's tomato red
face, feeling his hellish stink of a breath fall upon his stone skin.
"This should be interesting..." his muttered floating backwards slowly
"i aim to please..." the demon chuckled as he readied him self into a
fighting position and near dived at the gargoyle at a neck breaking 185
miles an hour sword tip aimed directly at the gargoyle's chest.
The gargoyle's eyes widend as he quickly drew up his axe and forced the
sword to the left and sending the butt of his axe into demons forehead
driving the demon tumbling towards the ground at an untold speed.
The demon tumbled deftly head first towards the ground, feeling the blood
in his head expanding and his stomach rolling like a boulder down an
avalanch. Mustering the last bit of power he could he spread his wings out
as far as he could and fliped over, catching himself 2 feet above the ground.
The demon touched down slowly and fell over vomiting into a large puddle
or milky white and orange chunks with gray liquid dribbling down his chin.
"GoOd OnE" the demon said stumbling to his feet.
"I aim to please" the gargoyle echo'd with a crooked smile. The gargoyle
again raised the axe above his head and plumeted down towards the
demon. His axe again came to a sudden stop with stone chips and dust but
with much more blood, and a clawed hand of the red demon.
"God that hurt" the demon hissed inches from the gargoyles left ear, with
his sword in one hand raised above the gargoyle's back. "But it ends now!"
he said burrying it deep into the gargoyle's back protruding from his chest
like a pyre in the desert. The gargoyle fell to one knee sword tip scaping
the ground, making a finger on chalkboard shriek. The gargoyle fell to the
ground only being held up partialy by the dreded Sword of Retribution.
The demon kicked the fallen gargoyle over to his side and saw the lifeless
stare of his ruby eyes... no longer radiating... just still... dead. He let out
a relieved sigh and began to walk away looking at the nub that use to be his
wrist.
"I AM OBLITERATION!!" the familure voice rang out shaking the void that now was
thier battle ground.
"oh fu..."
The last thing the demon saw was his own needle tipped fine sword tip
protruding from his own throat. the sudden acrid taste of copper
overcaught his taste buds as his arms became lead weights, so heavy his
leags could no longer hold them...
he began to fall as the gargoyle flicked his wrist and the demon's head flew
off, along with 2 grayish white bones splatered with red trailing along with
brick red blood spewed forth in all directions. The blood became a large
puddle drifting into the scorched patch of rock, sending a hiss of steam and
making the blood boil.
Suddenly the battle began ground died away with a second furocious roar that
sent an unholy quake throughout the plain. Then there was nothing but black.
The Aftermath
"Can i get a drink instead?" Jake questioned
"Um... yeah. A small one. why?" Mike said checking the price guide
"I just dont thing i want candy right now..."
"oh... ok. what drink do you want?"
"Mountian Dew: Code Red."
The End.
