Open - Outta the frying pan and into the fire!
Location: Hatching Sands
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Characters: Luke Campbell, anyone who wants to rescue him XD
The very first thing he was aware of was pain. This wasn't a huge surprise because pain was also the last thing he'd been aware of. Between awarenesses there'd been a flash of light and the sensation of being a potted plant. He had no logical explanation for that unless his jailers had given him hallucinogenic drugs. Or, all this time, he'd been a begonia dreaming he was a boy.
He didn't feel brave enough to open his eyes yet so he tried analyzing where he was by the sensations coming in through his other senses. He was... warm. Very warm. Whatever he was laying on was really hot but he couldn't bring himself to move yet. Mostly because he hurt. A lot. And in addition to whatever bruises and cuts he'd come away with as souvenirs he had a killer headache; which was new. It was like an angry buzz in the back of his head that grew louder with every heartbeat and fueled an internal panic that finally got him to open his eyes.
Wherever he was it was dimly lit and full of sand. He was lying on his front in the hot sand and about hundred feet away there was a huge... blob. He blinked a few times, trying not to whimper, and his vision cleared enough to make out some sort of huge animal. Like, really huge. Like... a dinosaur. He closed his eyes again and considered what he'd just seen.
Dinosaurs were extinct. But there'd been a lot of Specials running about panicking so the possibility that a time-traveller was among them wasn't too ludicrous. Oh, shit! Some jackass panicked and sent him back in time to the Age of Dinosaurs! He was so boned! Maybe if he didn't move the dinosaur wouldn't see him. Didn't that Discovery special say something about predatory dinosaurs having movement-based hunting instincts?
What if it could smell his blood? The chilling thought broke through some of the hazy pain in his brain and focussed his thoughts. There was no way he was going to die lying face-down in a desert. If he was gonna die anyways then he wanted to be up on his feet and blasting the fuck out of whatever came at him with his ability.
How much time would he have to get to his feet and start running away before the dinosaur was even aware of what he was doing? How far could he get? If his experiences at the beach were a good indicator he wouldn't be able to run very fast or very gracefully on the sand. He'd have to hope he found an outcropping of rock or something to hide in until the dinosaur lost interest and left.
Yeah, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
He quietly took a deep breath and braced himself for the pain of movement then suddenly shoved himself to his knees. To his surprise, the strange, pearly sand almost immediately gave way to stone. He couldn't afford to waste time thinking about that because his sudden movement had attracted the attention of the dinosaur... at least that's what he assumed the glowing, red eyes were that stared at him from across the sand. The Discovery channel never said anything about glowing eyes!
Luke scrambled to his feet in an adrenaline-fueled feat of athleticism and ran like Hell to get away. What he had assumed was a desert was really a wide-mouthed cavern with sand covering the floor and he'd been lying just inside the entrance.
And what he'd assumed was a dinosaur was looking more and more like a fantasy dragon with every passing second; only, in his fantasy novels, gold dragons were supposed to be the good guys!
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Characters: Luke Campbell, anyone who wants to rescue him XD
The very first thing he was aware of was pain. This wasn't a huge surprise because pain was also the last thing he'd been aware of. Between awarenesses there'd been a flash of light and the sensation of being a potted plant. He had no logical explanation for that unless his jailers had given him hallucinogenic drugs. Or, all this time, he'd been a begonia dreaming he was a boy.
He didn't feel brave enough to open his eyes yet so he tried analyzing where he was by the sensations coming in through his other senses. He was... warm. Very warm. Whatever he was laying on was really hot but he couldn't bring himself to move yet. Mostly because he hurt. A lot. And in addition to whatever bruises and cuts he'd come away with as souvenirs he had a killer headache; which was new. It was like an angry buzz in the back of his head that grew louder with every heartbeat and fueled an internal panic that finally got him to open his eyes.
Wherever he was it was dimly lit and full of sand. He was lying on his front in the hot sand and about hundred feet away there was a huge... blob. He blinked a few times, trying not to whimper, and his vision cleared enough to make out some sort of huge animal. Like, really huge. Like... a dinosaur. He closed his eyes again and considered what he'd just seen.
Dinosaurs were extinct. But there'd been a lot of Specials running about panicking so the possibility that a time-traveller was among them wasn't too ludicrous. Oh, shit! Some jackass panicked and sent him back in time to the Age of Dinosaurs! He was so boned! Maybe if he didn't move the dinosaur wouldn't see him. Didn't that Discovery special say something about predatory dinosaurs having movement-based hunting instincts?
What if it could smell his blood? The chilling thought broke through some of the hazy pain in his brain and focussed his thoughts. There was no way he was going to die lying face-down in a desert. If he was gonna die anyways then he wanted to be up on his feet and blasting the fuck out of whatever came at him with his ability.
How much time would he have to get to his feet and start running away before the dinosaur was even aware of what he was doing? How far could he get? If his experiences at the beach were a good indicator he wouldn't be able to run very fast or very gracefully on the sand. He'd have to hope he found an outcropping of rock or something to hide in until the dinosaur lost interest and left.
Yeah, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
He quietly took a deep breath and braced himself for the pain of movement then suddenly shoved himself to his knees. To his surprise, the strange, pearly sand almost immediately gave way to stone. He couldn't afford to waste time thinking about that because his sudden movement had attracted the attention of the dinosaur... at least that's what he assumed the glowing, red eyes were that stared at him from across the sand. The Discovery channel never said anything about glowing eyes!
Luke scrambled to his feet in an adrenaline-fueled feat of athleticism and ran like Hell to get away. What he had assumed was a desert was really a wide-mouthed cavern with sand covering the floor and he'd been lying just inside the entrance.
And what he'd assumed was a dinosaur was looking more and more like a fantasy dragon with every passing second; only, in his fantasy novels, gold dragons were supposed to be the good guys!