Mushroomers
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Cowering beneath the hulking reptilian menace is a young boy and his elder sister.
Impossibly large and humanoid, the scaly beast had moved in on the two as a blur of orange in the coming night. The creature has one goal in mind. Feed.
The boy stood as a shield in front of his now unconscious sister, as he had seen superheroes do countless times on TV. Though he has no such powers of his own, he grit his teeth and stands his ground. The act fills his young heart with courage but his body trembles instinctively, nonetheless.
Survival of the fittest.
To the creature that’s all it is.
There was no evil intent.
No complicated plotting.
Just plain predatory instincts at work.
The creature leans in. It tastes the air with its forked tongue, cocking its head as it does so. Its slit pupil eyes stare off in different directions seemingly looking away.
It had already proven once that this was not the case.
It’s primed to kill.
The boy’s breathing becomes erratic as does his increasing heart rate. Then--
--A deafening howl covers the boy’s upper body in disgusting ick. But the howl is not a show of dominance. No, the howling is more like that of a wounded animal.
The creature swiftly turns its back on its prey. Something else has caught its attention.
Three somethings to be exact. A young man that appears to be faintly glowing, another the size of a child with their face wrapped in bandages, and another with wild golden hair still posing as if he just pitched a fastball.
The boy falls back on his rear. Partly because he’s exhausted, but mostly from an overwhelming wave of relief.
We’re saved. . .
The mere thought brings tears to his eyes. Smiling, he turns toward his sister. He places a comforting hand on her arm.
His heart skips a beat.
A new dread wells within him.
A small pool of blood had already formed around where the creature’s tail had whipped her left arm. Her skin is cold to the touch. Too cold. The only indication that she is still alive is her ragged breathing.
He wants to help her, but what can he do? He doesn’t know. The boy begins to panic--
“no no no. . .”
He becomes somewhat disillusioned.
The heroes are here to save us. You can’t die! Please. . .
For the first time, during this encounter, he begins to cry.
The creature is unmoved by the plight of its prey. It stalks toward its new targets.
It moves on all fours like any other beast would.
Razor sharp claws click against the pavement with each step.
The glowing hero looks to his companions. They each nod before taking off in different directions.
The creature immediately lowers its body. It hisses menacingly; head moving back and forth, unsure of who to focus its attention. Until--
The glowing hero begins to shine brightly.
Wary yet entranced, the creature’s choice is made. It bounds in the direction of the unnatural light.
The battle begins!
Impossibly large and humanoid, the scaly beast had moved in on the two as a blur of orange in the coming night. The creature has one goal in mind. Feed.
The boy stood as a shield in front of his now unconscious sister, as he had seen superheroes do countless times on TV. Though he has no such powers of his own, he grit his teeth and stands his ground. The act fills his young heart with courage but his body trembles instinctively, nonetheless.
Survival of the fittest.
To the creature that’s all it is.
There was no evil intent.
No complicated plotting.
Just plain predatory instincts at work.
The creature leans in. It tastes the air with its forked tongue, cocking its head as it does so. Its slit pupil eyes stare off in different directions seemingly looking away.
It had already proven once that this was not the case.
It’s primed to kill.
The boy’s breathing becomes erratic as does his increasing heart rate. Then--
--A deafening howl covers the boy’s upper body in disgusting ick. But the howl is not a show of dominance. No, the howling is more like that of a wounded animal.
The creature swiftly turns its back on its prey. Something else has caught its attention.
Three somethings to be exact. A young man that appears to be faintly glowing, another the size of a child with their face wrapped in bandages, and another with wild golden hair still posing as if he just pitched a fastball.
The boy falls back on his rear. Partly because he’s exhausted, but mostly from an overwhelming wave of relief.
We’re saved. . .
The mere thought brings tears to his eyes. Smiling, he turns toward his sister. He places a comforting hand on her arm.
His heart skips a beat.
A new dread wells within him.
A small pool of blood had already formed around where the creature’s tail had whipped her left arm. Her skin is cold to the touch. Too cold. The only indication that she is still alive is her ragged breathing.
He wants to help her, but what can he do? He doesn’t know. The boy begins to panic--
“no no no. . .”
He becomes somewhat disillusioned.
The heroes are here to save us. You can’t die! Please. . .
For the first time, during this encounter, he begins to cry.
The creature is unmoved by the plight of its prey. It stalks toward its new targets.
It moves on all fours like any other beast would.
Razor sharp claws click against the pavement with each step.
The glowing hero looks to his companions. They each nod before taking off in different directions.
The creature immediately lowers its body. It hisses menacingly; head moving back and forth, unsure of who to focus its attention. Until--
The glowing hero begins to shine brightly.
Wary yet entranced, the creature’s choice is made. It bounds in the direction of the unnatural light.
The battle begins!
