Come one, come all and post your random musings, plot bunnies, the things you just can’t get out of your brain. If you want constructive criticism post to that affect. If you don’t and just want to get it out there that’s cool too. We’re the friendliest people in SciFi after all =D
'Onto the train on the street? No it's stopped can't go there. Down the subway?' The sides bulge inwards along steps. A ceiling beam collapses across the stairs but doesn't obstruct them. 'Subway' The dash across the street is interrupted by a line of eruptions to the right sending dirt and concrete in the air. 'Keep moving. Gotta keep moving'
Taking the steps three at a time he reaches the station. He looks around wildly, 'Right? No, not getting past that wave of people....Forward and down? Good...."Ryan?!"
The young man in a gray business suit rushes up to him "What do we do in an Earthquake?! Should we stay here?! Yeah we should stay here!"
He gestures towards the steps to the right that lead up to the ticket counters. The men sit down, looking out towards the street entrance. "Ryan listen...there's something I have to tell you about the Earthquake. I don't think it's normal, it's moving in lines and it turned-"
The entrance of the subway station suddenly fills with a golden reptilian form. It's mouth opens and a jet of fire erupts. Ryan throws them down, an arm over Nick's shoulder blades, keeping him face down. The weight of his cousin pressing down on him lessened as the flames turn him into a jet black toddler sized figure and then into nothingness.
The dragon seemed to smirk as Nick looked up "Have a nice day" and it was gone. Images flash in his mind, a green dragon covered in spikes and crests, distinct blue eyes, it didn't make sense but he knows who the it is.
6 months later
Bound, they bring him up the stairs to the command post. The tyrant children stand there in ballistic masks looking for all the world like they’re trying to hard to be tough. “They have two dragons. We will have two dragons as well! You will do it!”
A gun much to large for the boys hands is brought up and aimed at Nick. “Release me,” The second of the tyrants nods and he's cut free from the zip ties.
“You need to get us another dragon. It is outlined here,” a folder is passed to him “No.” The hammer of the pistol falls with a metallic click. He raises an eyebrow. It falls again. Bringing the folder up he smacks the boy on the mask with it vertically once. Twice.
“You need to stop doing that, you're going to shoot somebody”
Sometime later
The memory comes to the front, a man holding up a dollar bill length bullet with a milky white tip, “This is a .50 Caliber Raufoss round, it’ll stop a semi dead, has enough firepower to take out a small tank, and it’ll down a dragon.”
The shriek tears through his thoughts as a young red dragon flanked by attack helicopters come in to view. Resting his cheek on the stop he looks through the sight taking aim. He has the shot.
A scream stops him, his head coming up to see the sniper forward and to the right of him rolling in agony. 'Dragon'll wait.' Crawling forward he dresses the man's wound and drags him back down the hill.
Feel free to criticize, it’s not exactly coherent I realize it was a dream I had that I’ve since modified a little bit. I blame that on why the middle section is kinda weird. If I decide to write more on it I’ll fill in that 6 month gap to show why those in charge would be willing to take his crap.