Triassic Invasion – Chapter 4 (I-Made-a-Mistake)


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Class 4 – Anisian Assault

Period 1

Hinotomi furiously typed away on her laptop. She had a handful of windows and tabs open. In one window played the live video of the hostage situation unfolding just a football field away, in another window was a video editor, and in a third window sat the hacked in code of the news station’s website. She was robotically cutting and pasting the live news footage into the video editor.

    Damon closed the back doors of the van and locked it and booted up his laptop then took the seat behind her. “Send me what you have, and I can help edit this,” he said. 

    “You got it,” Hinotomi said. She sent the files she had to Damon, and they split the workload. She would continue to send and update the video editor with the live footage while added as many distorting and damaging filters he could find on the editing software. Hinotomi’s phone rang. “Hello?”

    “I just opened the video,” Jerry said. “I can’t believe this.”

    “Neither can we,” Damon yelled. 

    “What are you guys doing now?” Jerry asked.

    “We are covering up the raptors the best we can by adding distortion filters to the footage in order to make it grainy,” Hinotomi said. “We are still sending you the normal live footage but will patch in this to all news outlets.”

    “Good,” Jerry said. “We do have a problem.”
    “What’s that?” Damon asked. He rolled over next to Hinotomi and leaned over the phone. 

    “The team, and our contact with the DOD want some better footage than just public news station video.”

    “What do you suggest we do Jerr?” Damon asked. 

    “Do you still have the drone?”

    Damon and Hinotomi both looked at each other with surprise. “Ahh well,” Hinotomi began.

    “Let me check,” Damon said. He got up and went over to a box near the front of the van. He unlocked it and removed a black drone. It was as wide as the top of a nightstand, with four propellers on each side, and cameras along the bottom. “We got it,” Damon said. He waved it in the air. 

    “We have it, sir,” Hinotomi repeated. 

    “Good,” Jerry said. “Start that up, have it send me live video to give to the military to as evidence f our progress, and for the rest of the team to look at what they can tweak and improve as we go along.”

    Damon rolled back over, with the drone sat on his lap. “Sounds good Jerr,” he said. “There is just one problem all this news footage editing won’t solve.”

    “I have that handled,” Jerry said. “I put in a call to our DOD guys, and they should have the military on the way to clear up any confusion of what happened.”

    “Good,” Damon said unsure. Hinotomi winced her face. “Good,” he said again with more resolve.

    “Great. Get me that video,” Jerry said, then hung up. 

    Damon leaned back in his chair. He felt Hinotomi’s conflicted mixture of sadness, and anger of what they were doing fill the room. She pulled her shoulders in and bounced her leg up and down like it was in an earthquake. “I know,” Damon preemptively said. He rubbed her back. “We just have to do this until Dieous is complete and can be mass-produced for others to use.”

    She looked back over at her screen with a hunched back. “Let’s just get back to work,” she said. 

    Damon nodded. He rolled back to his desk. He plugged the drone into his laptop and set up the controls and video feed. He turned the drone on. A red dot blinked on top. He opened the video screen and saw himself looking at the laptop. He turned on the live footage and emailed the link to Jerry. He then opened the back door up, placed the drone on the grass, got back into the van, and had the drone take off into the air by using the arrow and WASD buttons on his laptop.

    Dieous stood triumphant in front of both the police, and Eorapst army. The helicopter’s light shifted onto her, making the armor shine. Kyane examined the scene. She saw Eorapst at home plate, with the 10 raptor soldiers around the hostages, and Desmond off to the side on the ground. She turned to the police. “I’ll take it from here,” she said. Her voice was pitch-shifted and distorted. “Just back your men up, and don’t fire. You could injure the hostages, or worse.” She turned her attention back to Eorapst. 

    “So, you’re the mighty Dieous,” Eorapst said with a hiss. 

    Dieous sprung off the roof of the cop car, and onto the grass below. “That I am, who are you? I hope not my number-one fan. I haven’t been around long enough for that.” 

    “You really did a number on one of my soldiers. He just barely made the trip home. He didn’t even make it to sick-bay,” Eorapst said. 

    “He attempted, and possibly succeeded in hurting innocent civilians,” Dieous said. 

    “What kind of dino is this guy?” Kyane asked. 

    “I am Lieutenant Eorapst,” he said.  

    “Die?” Kyane said.

    “On it,” D13 replied. 

    “What are you a lieutenant in? If I may ask?” Dieous sauntered up to the fence Desmond was just smashed against. “Don’t look like a navy guy.”

 D13 scanned Eorapst face, and body and ran it through the web. He brought up an image of a multicolored raptor looking creature. “He is closest in appearance to an Eoraptor. Species: Lunensis. A normal Eorpator would only be about three feet tall,” D13 said. 

Eorapst walked up to meet her. “I would be closest to your American army,” he said. “But I am much more than just that.”

“Oh, I believe it,” Dieous replied. “You look like you could kill a bear.” 

He then ran the lieutenant ranking. “If he is a lieutenant, well, it is not good.” D13 brought up a webpage of the different Army rankings with images of their patches for images. Lieutenant sat only third from the bottom, with Captain, Major, Lt. Colonel, Colonel, Brigadier General, Major General, Lt. General, and finally General, and General of the Army up top. “He is still closer to the bottom of the rankings. I would assume by how the raptors have behaved they act as officers, and cadets as a closest comparison.”

“So, if this guy is tough, we’ll have problems,” Kyane said.

“Exactly,” D13 said.

“You don’t talk much do you?’ Eorapst said getting in close. He grabbed the fence with his claws. 

“Why have you requested me?” Dieous asked. 

“You’re really going all-in on this superhero speech stuff,” D13 said.

“I’ve watched enough movies and stuff,” Kyane said. 

“Like I said,” Eorapst began, “you really did a number on one of my soldiers and I just wanted to pay you back.”

Desmond slowly backed away from the fence and crept into the dugout. He stayed low, but kept his head peaked over the edge to see all the action. He reached for his phone in his pocket. The pocket was empty. He rolled his eyes and smacked his forehead on the wood.

Dieous nodded. “I understand.” She looked at the hostages. “Let them go.” She pointed to the group. “You only wanted me, not them.”

Eorapst looked at his hostages. He raised an eyebrow. He slowly backed away but kept his eyes on Dieous. He stopped in the middle of home plate and the pitcher’s mound, then extended his arms. “Come on this side of the fence,” he extended a claw to the closest hostage. It was one of the players. “Or I’ll just kill him and move on.”

Dieous raised his arms up. “You don’t have to do that.”

Dieous backed up. “Is this a good idea Kyane?” D13 asked. The engines began to hum and blow blue flames.

“We don’t have much choice,” Kyane said. “Can you mark the raptors, so we can keep track of them?” D13 extended a radar out into the baseball diamond. The 10 raptors turned a highlighted blue with blue numbers above their head.

Eorapst leaned closer to the student. His clawed finger pressed against the student’s neck. “Come over! I have no patience, now!”

“This takes a minute,” Dieous said. She leaned down, then leaped into the air. She glided over the fence and dropped onto the baseball diamond. “Now, release the hostages.” She paused. “Please?”

    Eorapst removed his claw and snapped his finger. The raptors backed away from the hostages, and the hostages rose. They looked at each other confused, scared, and unwilling to move. 

    “It’s okay now,” Dieous said. 

    They still refused to move.

    “Go!” Eorapst yelled. Contempt brewed in his screech. 

    Everything suddenly slipped into slow motion for Kyane. D13 argued otherwise, but the way Kyane processed the actions were in slow motion. The hostages stood up. Outside of her view, Desmond motioned Jamie and Harry over to him. The hostages ran to the safety of the police officers. Jamie saw Desmond signaling him over, grabbed Harry and broke off from the group. The hostages made it to first base, then Eorapst snapped his fingers. The raptors spun toward the group, then pounced at them. Kyane watched them glide with all the grace of a leaping spearman. D13 yelled for Kyane to go. It took what was in real-time only seconds, but for Kyane felt like minutes to leap into action. 

The engines hummed, and blazed blue fire. Kyane leaped forward. Dieous’s HUD read that the 10 tagged raptors were in a mixed order with number 3 in the lead followed by 4, 7, 2, 5, 8, 9, 1, and 10 being the closest. Eorapst walked to the now empty pitcher’s mound and watched the carnage. 

Dieous quickly reached Raptor 3 and collided into him. Raptor 3 tumbled to the ground. She targeted Raptor 2, lunged at it, knocking to the side. She felt Raptor 5 bite down on the armor. The strange black metal rushed to her back and neck to guard against further damage. D13 brought up an image of the neck armor and flashed a red blotch over it. Kyane grabbed the tail of Raptor 7, spun it around like a top, smacked Raptor 5 to the ground, then tossed him onto Raptor 4. They fell at the heels of one of the students. She turned and faced the three remaining raptors. She placed her hands on her hips. “Do you still want to do this?” she said. 

“Do you?” Eorapst said. Dieous looked over and saw him standing by Jamie, Harry, and Desmond. His claws inches from their faces.

Dieous frozen. “We have to save them,” Kyane said.

“What about the hostages behind you?” D13 asked. 

“We have to protect them too,” Kyane said. “Okay!?” An alarm dinged, and a pop-up blinked onto the HUB showing her spiked heart rate. “You’re an AI, can’t you figure out a plan here?”

“I am working on it, Kyane,” D13 said. 

“I said do you want to keep fighting!?” Eorapst yelled. 

“You don’t have to hurt them,” Dieous said. She raised her arms. “I don’t mind you dealing with me. Just leave them out of this.”

“That is what I find so… intriguing about your species,” Eorapst said. He inched his claws closer to the three. “You always think you can rationalize your situations. Not just deal with them but find ways not to.”

“Is there any way for us to reach him before he can strike and kill Jamie, or Desmond?” Kyane asked. 

D13 ran a diagnostic on the suit. “If we had any number of the weapons we were supposed to, then yes, but at present only our wit.”

“I don’t have a lotta that,” Kyane said. 

“Send them over with the rest of the hostages, and we’ll talk,” Dieous said. She pointed her chin over to the three.

“I could just kill them,” Eorapst said. 

“Ya could, but then I’ll kill your men here, and we’ll both be back to where we started. So, could you just send them down this way?” She nodded toward the rescue workers. 

Eorapst removed his claws and tossed them out of the dugout. Jamie stumbled, and tripped on his own feet before catching himself. Desmond and Harry had no problems staying up. They jogged to the pitcher’s mound. Jamie smiled at Dieous when he passed. Dieous nodded. “Kyane!” D13 said. He then zoomed in on Raptor 9’s tail curling around Jamie’s foot. 

“No!” Dieous exclaimed. 

Raptor 9 pulled Jamie’s ankle. He fell to the ground. The raptor attempted to mount him. Saliva rolled down the raptor’s chin. Jamie screamed. Dieous twisted, fist ready, and clocked the Raptor 9 in the skull. The raptor turned over. Dieous then knelt to Jamie’s level. He had already started unwrapping the tail. Dieous grabbed it and ripped it off. Jamie hopped to his feet. “Tha…thank… thank you,” he said. 

“No problem,” Dieous replied. She patted his back and he ran to the nearest ambulance. A coach stood at the entrance to the field and waved Jamie on by. Dieous looked and saw Eorapst staring at the coach. She activated her engines. Eorapst darted toward the coach. Dieous forced the flames out faster to meet him. They both reached the entrance faster than it took to read this sentence. 

“I’m going to block with my right side,” Kyane said.

“Already on it,” D13 said. He sent the metal and reinforced the armor’s right side. From the top of the skull, to the tip of the toe. 

Eorapst saw Dieous stop right in front of his line to kill the coach. He saw the armored human lean his shoulder toward him. Eorapst skidded to a halt just centimeters from impact. Eorapst smiled. “I like you,” he said. He jerked his hips. His tail curled around Dieous’s body, and through the coach’s chest. Dieous didn’t even look. By his body language, Eorapst could tell he knew what happened. Dieous pulled his arm back and jabbed Eorapst. He dodged to the side. He removed his tail from the human, then spun himself around, tail whipping the armored hero to the ground. With him gone, Eorapst saw the impact his tail left. The stabbed went clear through the human. He watched as the skewered human fell over a moment later. His blood mixed in with the dirt and created shallow mud. 

Dieous pounded the grass with her fists. She heard police approaching and cock their guns. She got to her knees and raised her hand out. “No, stop where you are and take care of the remaining hostages. It is too dangerous here.” She stood. D13 scanned the coach. A screen appeared showing that he did not survive. “What are you going to do with him?” she asked. 

Eorapst wrapped his tail around the coach and lifted him into the air. He motioned a claw over to him. Raptor 9 walked over to him. “We are like you humans in certain ways. I hate comparing a superior race to you, but I guess some evolution is the same across time and space.” He grabbed Raptor 9 by the neck and began to squeeze. The raptor submitted. “We must eat for energy. However, we measure our fill and give the remaining to the next generation. The stronger generation.” He crushed Raptor 9’s neck. The snap vibrated across the air like a sour note. He let go, then stabbed the raptor in the chest. “We have had our fill, so this human is going for them.” 

A green energy emanated out of the dead raptor like a hum. It enveloped the creature, then quickly compressed him into a crumpled ball of light. Eorapst ripped into the light and created the sound of ripping cellophane. He then tossed the coach into the tear in space-time like he was tossing out a paper towel. “You will be going their next, followed by the rest of your sub-standard species.” 

“This is bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,” Kyane said. 

“You have nothing to fear. I am with you,” D13 said. “I will protect you.”

“I use you. It’s not the same thing.”

“We work together,” D13 said. 

“I would like to see you try,” Dieous said. She faced Eorapst and got into her fighting stance. 

Eorapst put his arms around his back and stood calmly. He used his blood-soaked tail like a quill and traced on it along the dirt. “Well? What are you waiting for? Attack her!” he commanded. 

A red warning popped onto the HUD. “Behind you!” D13 said. 

Dieous spun around and saw the saliva filled jaws, and razor edge teeth of the 9 remaining raptors. 

Period 2

Jamie laid his head back on the stretcher next to an ambulance. The EMT wrapped his ankle up, then left to deal with another student. He tried to rotate his ankle. A sting ran up his leg. “Ow!” he exclaimed. He sat up and rotated himself to get off the stretcher. He took a handful of breaths. His hand clenched the cold metal bar. 

“Let me help you, man,” Desmond said. He and Harry walked up from one of the ambulances, and placed Jamie’s arm around his neck, and helped him down. “There… you… go, bro.” He chuckled to himself. “That rhymed!”

“Yeah,” Jamie’s pitch was up. He nodded. “Yeah,” he repeated. His voice dropped. It was dour.

“You were not kidding. We do have ourselves a real superhero,” Harry said. His gaze was firmly planted at the action unfolding on the field. 

“Yeah, man.” They walked away from the crowds of people. “Hey, I shoulda listened to you, man. Dieous really did show up.”

“You shouldn’t have done something stupid,” Jamie said. 

“It wasn’t stupid. Here.” He leaned Jamie against the brickwork of the building. The police and camera lights cast shadows behind them. 

“It was kind of stupid,” Harry said. He rubbed his neck. His legs were still a waterbed of stability, and sweat covered his everything.

“He was gonna kill you, Harry! He was gonna kill everyone!” Desmond said, “I had to stand up and say it was me.”

“He was and is clearly just going to kill us all anyway. I’d have just been the first,” Harry said.

Desmond pointed his finger as if his comeback would follow. Only air escaped his mouth. “No, you’re right. I was stupid.” He scratched his head. “But look, it was the only thing I could do.” Neither of the other boys said anything. They just looked at him blankly “But hey, was kinda a hero. I bought time for Dieous to arrive.”

Jamie tilted his head up at them. “Kyane did more of that than you.”

“Hey!” 

They paused. Their eyes widened, as a question they hadn’t even considered crossed their minds: Where was Kyane, and was she okay?

“Where did she go?” Jamie asked.

Desmond scanned the horizon. “I think she said the bathroom.” Desmond’s voice faded upon seeing the concession stand. 

Harry pointed to it. “There.” 

“I’m not going over there. She’s going to the bathroom. That’s private.”

“You also just don’t wanna walk,” Desmond said.

“I also don’t want to walk. My ankle hurts.” Jamie pointed to his wrapped appendage. 

“He also can’t walk, dude,” Harry added. 

“That’s why I’m here,” Desmond said. He bent over and waved his hand. “Com’ere. I’ll walk you over.”  Jamie took a limped step over to him and looped his arm around his neck. Harry sighed and joined them. They walked, slowly, in tandem over to the concession stand. 

Dieous sprung backward, just missing the gnarly chomps of the nine remaining raptors. They were in a jumbled line of 1,5,4,3,2,7,8, 6, and 10. Dieous leaned forward, sitting on the tips of her feet, and kept the engines running. She knew she couldn’t keep the latter up. A warning popped up showing their low energy remaining. “This is bad. Got any ideas, Die?” Kyane said. 

D13 brought up footage from martial arts movies of one man facing off against hordes of thugs, then played them. “I found these. Can they help?”

Kyane nodded. “I can see moves, but I can’t really copy them.”

“I have basic self-defense videos as well.” Videos of women chopping and kneeing instructors in padded suits replaced the martial arts. 

“No time for jokes,” Kyane said. “Just scan for where they are going to hit us and reinforce those areas with whatever this metal is. Please don’t explain it to me now. Arms.” 

Dieous jumped in the middle of the group, with a direct aim for Raptors 3 and 2. She close-lined the two in the throat. They tumbled back. Raptors 4 and 7 attacked from the sides. Dieous widened her stance. The two raptors struck. Their claws flew into the air. She then leaned, grabbed Raptor 7 by the neck and torso and hurled him into Raptor 4. A domino effect knocked both Raptors 1 and 5 down as well. She then jumped, and kicked 8 in the chest, forcing him into Raptor 6, and 10. “Stop now so I don’t have to kill you,” Dieous said. Not that I want to, thought Kyane. 

The raptors stood up. D13 quickly scanned them. He highlighted their bruises beginning to form.  Aside from that, and some busted claws there was no serious damage. “You’re going to have to kill them,” D13 said. 

“No,” Kyane said. 

“You’re going to have to kill them,” Eorapst said. 

“Eerie,” Kyane said. 

“It is the only way they are going to stop,” Eorapst continued. “If they stop before then, they will not live long past that.” He popped his fingers. “If they die, then they were not meant to live on.” 

“You’re sick,” Dieous said. She raised her fists, ready to fight. 

“You’re weak.” Eorapst snapped his fingers again. “And in the middle of a raptor pack.” The raptors bared their teeth. Their breath seeped from their mouths like fog machines. 

“We need to escape,” Kyane said. 

D13 brought up the engine’s fuel gauge. “You have one jump or move left. We used the rest of it getting here and being flashy.”

“Just use it!” Kyane commanded. 

Dieous’s engine flared up. She leaped into the air, glided into the outfield, then puttered out on the landing, landing like an anvil. The HUD picked up Desmond and Harry helping the limping Jamie over to the concession stand restrooms when she landed. She collided to the ground with a thud. She shook off the fall. “Now, you have to prepare yourself to kill them,” D13 said. 

“I… I can’t take a life,” Kyane said. Her voice would be shaking if she used her vocal cords. “They’re people.”

“I understand, Kyane,” D13 said. “But remember their bodies cannot sustain being here. That’s what happened soldier Eorapst sacrificed. He turned into a portal. Also, this,” D13 brought up recorded video of Eorapst making his genocidal proclamation. A bar scanned his face in the video and gave a reading of truthfulness. “They will. I mean will kill every single human being to survive. You must protect those human beings.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” 

Dieous took her fighting stance. Raptor 4 led the charge at her. Kyane aimed a targeting reticule on the square of the raptor’s chest. She ran toward the dinosaur, leaped the rest of the way, then put all the momentum into her fist. Her punch connected on the marked area of the chest with explosive force. Raptor 4 flew backward, rolled into a ball, then quickly compressed like the sacrificed raptor into a green ball. The green ball flew into the portal, leaving eight raptors and their lieutenant remaining. 

Desmond and Harry helped lean Jamie against the wooded wall of the concession stand. He peaked over and saw Dieous clock a raptor in the face. “Oh man, that’s so cool.”

“Focus, Desmond,” Jamie said. He tried to stand upright. He turned to Harry. “Is he… Is he often like this?”

“More than he should be.” Harry finished fixing Jamie’s body along the wall. 

Jamie’s foot shook and felt a series of stings. “We have to find Kyane and save her from the other raptor before something bad happens.”

Desmond looked away from the action. “Right right,” he said. He pointed to the front of the girl’s room. He isn’t here, so maybe he’s keeping guard inside.” He turned to Jamie, his eyes bulging. “Do you think he’s like-“

“Eww dude! No!” Harry said. “Haven’t you listened. These guys see us like animals, like dogs. They wouldn’t do anything like that to us.”

“No, I meant watching guard,” Desmond said. “Man, you’re nasty.”

“I’m just saying,” Harry said.

Jamie’s face burst red, like a sunburn. He placed his hand against the wood and started limping to the restroom. “Let’s just go save her.”

Desmond caught up with him. He placed his hand on his shoulder blades. “Need help, man?”

Jamie shook his head. “No, I need to just walk it off. I’m surprised you didn’t tell me to do that since you’re all athletic and stuff.”

“I mean, yeah, I thought about it,” Desmond said. “But I figured if I was with you, walking you, they’d leave us alone because you were hurt, or something. I don’t know.” He stopped and waited for Jamie to reach the door. Desmond held the handle, ready to open it. Harry took a position behind Desmond. 

“Switch.”  Jamie waggled his finger back and forth. “The able-bodied guys should go through the door first.”

Desmond nodded his head. “Right, right.” They swapped sides. Jamie grabbed the handle. Desmond leaned himself against the wall and tried to listen on inside. He nodded. Jamie flung the door open. Desmond and Harry rushed in, only to pause at the scene. 

“Ahh, you gotta see this,” Harry said. 

Jamie limped in. “Oh god,” he said.

On the floor, sprawled out, was the raptor. His face was bloodied, with welts beginning to form. Along the floor was a chunk of porcelain sink. There was definitely a fight in here. Desmond kicked the stalls in. It was empty. “Where’s Kyane?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said.

Jamie limped to the door and opened it and scanned the area. “I don’t see anything.”

“We better look around.”

“Where else could she be though?”

“We have a bigger problem,” Jamie said.

“What’s that?” Harry asked. 

“What should we do with him?” Jamie pointed to the unconscious raptor. 

“Tie him up?”

Desmond removed his jacket and wrapped it around the raptor’s arms. “Okay, let’s go.”

Period 3

Dieous turned around. The eight remaining raptors kept their pace, almost unfazed by Dieous’s one-hit punch. She ran to the next closest raptor, Raptor 6. She clocked him in the face. The HUD beeped, indicated an incoming attack to the left, it was Raptor 7. She leaned back, away from his strike, grabbed his arm, pulled him in front of her, and kicked him in the side of the rib cage. His body then started to violently shake and vibrate. He then instantly compacted into green energy and flew away. “You’re doing good,” D13 said.

“Just keep those signals coming,” Kyane replied. 

“Behind you!” 

“Got him.” Kyane reached her arms back. She felt one of the raptor’s claws nip her. She flipped him over her head and onto the ground. It was Raptor 3. She lifted her leg up, then kicked him in the chest. His body dematerialized into the orb and floated away. “Why are they so easy to get rid of now?”

“Let me run some tests,” D13 said. 

Raptor 6 ran back up to her. He swiped at her multiple times. She dodged out of the way of each attack. Raptor 6 drew both arms back, then swiped at her from both sides. Dieous blocked the attack. She stepped forward, punched him backward, then uppercut him. She felt his teeth crunch and break on contact. He flew into the air and turned into energy before hitting the ground. 

The five remaining raptors spread out and encircled her. They bared their teeth and claws, showing their vile in every inch of their demeanor. Dieous got ready to fight them off. Raptor 1 was in front, 5 on her left, and 8 right, with 10, and 2 on her back.  They pounced. Dieous punched 5 in the face, kicked 1 back, spun her body to the side, punched 8, then dropped to the ground, having 2 and 10 soar over her back. She sprung up and spun around. The five raptors stood up. 

“Got anything yet?” Kyane asked.

“Would you like the complex version, or a simple one?” D13 asked.

“Do you really need to ask,” Kyane said.

D13 brought a green filter over the HUD. On the filter it highlighted the portal with a meter marked “Energy” along with similar meters for the five remaining raptors. The meters for the raptors were dropping, and the meter for the portal grew. “The closer they are to the portal, the stronger the portal grows, and the weaker they become. It is a kind of symbiotic relationship. I theorize they use the portals to get here, but it taxes the portal’s energy. That would be why they have not sent a full-scale assault. Similarly,” he brought up a meter for Eorapst, “he created the portal using one of his raptors, meaning they have that energy in them, and use it to power the portals. But he isn’t losing any energy. My best guess is that he can only manipulate the power and took a hit in strength when he created it. That is why he isn’t fighting back. He just wants the portal to build up, to escape.”

“I said simple,” Kyane joked. “But this means he is too weak to fight. Which means we can beat him!”

“I think so,” D13 said. “We must move closer to him, so he has less time to escape.” 

“Can do,” Kyane said. She darted closer to Eorapst with fakeouts and dodges from the pursuing raptors. In a handful of movements, she went from the outfield to third base. Raptor 1 leaped at her. She grabbed him by his throat, slammed him into the ground, then smacked it with her elbow. He turned into the green energy orb and flew into the portal. 

“You must get closer,” D13 said. 

“I’m still working on it,” Kyane said. The four raptors closed in. She swept their feet, knocking them to the ground. She stood up and charged backward to between home and third. She could feel the nervous energy emanating off Eoraspt. Kyane checked the energy meters on her HUD. The four raptors were almost done. They knew it too, so in a final attempt they charged her at once. Their numbers got mixed up in the shuffle. Kyane just moved. She stepped up and punched Raptor 8 in the face, quickly grabbed his throat and chucked him at Raptor 2. They collided and turned into the green balls of energy and flew away. She then kicked Raptor 5 in the jaw. The raptor spun around like a drill before swirling into a ball and flying away. Raptor 10, the final raptor soldier, sprinted at her. Kyane punched, the raptor flipped over her, and took off to the portal. Kyane turned around and chased him from third base to first. She got one kick in the small of the back. The raptor rolled into the portal, unable to confirm if he was defeated or not.

“These soldiers are weak!” Eorapst said, emphasized with a snap of his tail. 

DIeous assumed her fighting position. “Why is that? Do you not like losing your escape plan? Or do you not like trying to get out of dealing with situations?”

“Means I just have to take care of you myself.” He took a step and appeared in front of Dieous. Before she could say anything, she felt a thud against her chest, then flew onto her back. 

“What was that?” Kyane asked.

D13 brought up an image of the damages from the thud and played slowed down images of the hit. “It was a tailwhip against us. But what we should be focusing on is that the hit wasn’t reinforced.”

“Meaning?”
    “The chest plates are damaged and will take time to self-repair. And, if we take another hit like that we will be in more danger.”

“We can’t do that then,” Kyane said. 

Dieous jumped to her feet. “Okay, that was your free hit.” Dieous swung at the lieutenant. He vanished, and Dieous felt a scratch cut across her left shoulder, and down her arm. A similar warning popped up on the HUD. “You got two.” Dieous roundhouse kicked Eorapst. Her kick phased through him, and she felt another scratch down her back. “Okay, three. It’ll take a lot more than that.”

“What the hell is going on?” Kyane asked. “We were so good before.”

“We both run on energy. You haven’t replenished yours since 2 o’clock, and you have been pushing the suit to its limits during this fight.”
    “We’re boned,” Dieous said. 

“Who’s ‘we’re’?” Eorapst asked. His tail slithered around Dieous’s legs and tripped her to the ground. He stepped on her back and began digging his claws into the metal. “You have multiple voices in your head?”

“You and me,” Dieous said. “If one of us doesn’t lose soon, we’re both going to be shot by the police. You must have heard about how trigger happy they are nowadays. I’m surprised they haven’t shot us already.”

Eorapst leaned down to where her ear would be. “You go from talking too much, to not at all real quick.”

“Hey, Die, I got a plan,” Kyane said. “He can’t move away when we’re tied down like this. We can use that to stay close and get hits in.”

“The suit should be able to last long enough for that,” D13 said.
    “Like now,” Eorapst said 

“Just trying to think of what to say to the stupidity you drivel out of your mouth,” Dieous said. She grabbed his neck with her right hand, then punched him with the left. “Can’t avoid this,” she said. 

Period 4

Damon watched the smackdown from his drone view. “How is news editing going?” he asked.

“Good,” Hinotomi replied. She finished typing away on her laptop. “I just sent the last of the edited files to our contact at the DOD to push out into the mainstream. How’s our daughter?”

He turned to her. “Start the engine. We need to go soon. The suit’s never run for this long or taken this much of a beating.”

“Let me see.” Hinotomi swung herself around and saw Dieous punching Eorapst in the face. “That’s our girl!” 

“Yeah. That’s also why we need the van going so we can make a quick escape.”

“I’m on it.” Hinotomi climbed out of the back and into the driver’s seat and started the car. The headlights dispersed the night. She shifted the van into drive and crept up to the treeline. “Call the drone back, I think we got enough footage for now.”

“Gotcha, honey.” Damon drove the drone away from the sky above the baseball field, and onto the top of the van. He tapped the control and alt buttons on the computer. The drone pinched the roof to anchor itself in place. “I’ll text Kyane to tell her we’re here, and to find us ASAP.”

“Good,” Hinotomi leaned on the steering wheel. 

Period 5

“Ahh, guys, you may want to see this,” Jamie called into the girl’s concession stand bathroom. 

“What is it?” harry asked

The other two stepped outside. “Holy crap!” Desmond pointed to the bright lights of the van. “What is that?”

“A van. It is probably what brought Dieous here.” Jamie adjusted his glasses.

“Let’s check it out,” Desmond said. He looked to Harry who nodded in agreement. 

Jamie grabbed Desmond. “No. If Dieous is with the Feds or the Army, and they catch us we’ll be sent to Guantanamo for treason.”

“What’s Guantanamo?”

“Real bad terrorist prison,” Harry said. 

Jamie hobbled back in and opened the bathroom door. “Let’s hide in here and just watch.”

“With the raptor?” Desmond asked

“Yes, the raptor! He’s already unconscious and tied up. He won’t be a problem.”

“He could wake up,” Harry said.

“Then you will take him,” said Jaime.

“Easy for the person who isn’t going to help fight,” Harry said. “Des, back me u here.”

Desmond looked at the splayed out raptor. Its claws rested plainly on the tile floor. Desmond felt a flash of heat and image of spraying blood splash across his body. “It’s fine,” Desmond said. 

They crept into the bathroom but held the door open and watched the van. 

Period 6

Dieous punched Eorapst in the face again. “You have an incoming text from your father, Damon,” D13 said. 

“I know who my dad is. What does it say?” Kyane asked.

“‘Come back to the van when you’re done. Need to make a quick escape. You really kicked butt. Love you’ heart emoji.”

“Can’t keep the old man waiting,” Dieous said. 

“What?” Eoraspt hissed. He tore his head away from the armored fist and stood up. He lifted Dieous’s legs into the air with his tail and started to spin around. His tail twitched in exhaustion. 

“No, you don’t,” Dieous said. She forced her feet to the ground, flopped over and pulled Eorapst tail. He fell to the ground. Dieous climbed over to him and punched him as hard as she could. She felt his tail uncurl. “Nope, sorry pal.” She grabbed the tail and stood up. She swung her body around, turning Eorapst into the discus. “You threatened to hurt and kill innocent humans. You, and your people can’t do that, and won’t do that as long as I’m here.”

 Eorapst said nothing. Dieous set the portal up as a marked target on the HUD. A prompt said release. She let go. Eorapst flew in the air and hit the portal. It cracked and sparked green lighting. Unlike the other dinosaurs, he didn’t turn into a ball of energy. The portal collapsed with Eorapst inside, crushing him, and imploded into a storm of green lighting, then nothing. 

Dieous turned to the police officers, news teams, and first responders. She saluted them, then leaped over the fence toward the concession stand. 

Hinotomi saw her daughter leaping over to her. She shifted the van into drive and sped up to meet her. “Open the door, and be ready to close it in a second, we need to split fast!”

Damon undid the latch on the inside of the van. The doors flew open. Dieous landed behind them and leaped into the back of the van. It bounced and shook from the drastic weight change. Dieous collapsed onto the floor. Damon pulled the doors in and latched it back. He sat down next to his girl and scratched the metal plates of her back. “You did really good, baby.”

Kyane did not hear her dad, both her and her armor needed to recharge. 

In the concession stand bathroom, Jamie furiously scribbled on his hand with the pen that was in his pocket. Desmond looked over the scribbles. He could make out a series of numbers and letters. “What’s that?” he asked. 

Jamie held up the black scribbles. “It’s that van’s license plate.”

Desmond grabbed his arm and pulled it close. “No way.” 

They then looked at the raptor. “What about him?” Harry said. 

“We better go,” Jamie said. “Now that the situation is resolved they’ll be searching the area. So being here would be difficult to explain.”

“Right,” Desmond said. They ran out of the bathroom like a racehorse.

Period 7

Raptor 10 rolled into the cave portal room. His bruises caught up with him. His bones ached to the very core of his being. The twelfth raptor, the raptor who tore the coach away from the hostages, came up to him. They both watched the portal, but no one broke through. They were the only survivors of the mission. Raptor 10 had to tell the commanders about what lied ahead. 

Raptor 10 ran out of the cave, into the sunlight of his world. Past the other raptors at the camp, and into the War Tent. The War Tent was the largest tent not used for sleeping. It was three tent spaces long and made from fresh sabretooth and mammoth furs. This was the tent the commanders used to plan assaults. He barged in, his breathing labored, and limbs shaking. 

Five dinosaurs were before him. There were around a bone table with plans written out on a tanned hide. Sargent Nyasan was the first to approach and calmed the remaining four captains down. The three all stared at the rookie impatiently. Their leader, Colonel Herreas, a Herreasaur, sat in a large woolly mammoth bone chair, with his two captains by his side. One was a long-headed and thick-bodied raptor named Saturn, a Saturnalia, the second was a tiger printer raptor named Alkeria, an Alwalkeria. 

Herreas marched up to him. He had dark green eyes, and bright yellow skin, with red-orange underbelly. “Spit it out already,” he commanded the officer. 

“Sir, we have a major problem,” Raptor 10 said. 

“Does it have something to do with the missing Lieutenant, and word I just got from Dracorex’s inside man?”

Raptor 10 nodded. He felt his saliva get caught in his throat. “The humans…” he gasped for another spare breath, “they can fight back, sir,” he said. 

Herreas nodded. That was all he needed to hear.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3 (I-Made-a-Mistake)

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Class 3 – Anisian Assembly

Period 1

The late winter-to-early spring night air turned cold and harsh. The hostages, made up of the baseball team, team coaches, and Jamie, all shook and shivered under the frozen blanket of night. They speculated on what was happening, giving different possibilities from reality shows to a movie. They would never get the answer they wanted. Eroapst walked from the baseball diamond over to the crowd on the pitcher’s mound. “This is not some escapist trash!” His high-pitched voice cracked an octave higher. He leaned down and grabbed a player by the collar and yanked the student to him. “Do you know who Dieous is?”

    The student could not stop shaking. His eyes bugged out of his head to examine Eorapst. His breath was strong, but teeth looked like miniature knives sitting in his mouth. His amber eyes blinked to reveal multiple layers of protection. The student tried to get out a “no” but got stuck on the n sound.

    “I see,” Eorapst said. “Then you are of no use to me.” He lifted the student off the ground. 

    A coach shot up. He was the batting coach, and English 2 teacher, Mr. Hoge. He had short salt and pepper hair and looked like he had not done cardio since college. “Stop!” he said. 

    Eorapst tilted his head to look past the student. “What was that? Did a lesser being try to command me?” 

    “Look, Mr…” Mr. Hoge said.

    “Lieutenant Eorapst.”

    “Lt. Eorapst, these are just children, let them go, and leave them alone. I can help you,” Mr. Hoge said. He looked down at the other two coaches sitting on the grass and dirt. “We can help you. We are teachers. We know the students. Just let the kids go.”

    Eorpast looked back at the student in his grasp. His eyes were out of his head and sweat coated his face. He was scared, helpless, and he knew it. It was a common look from prey about to be sacrificed for the stronger species. Eorapst tossed the student to a raptor soldier. “I reject your offer.” He turned to the soldier. “Take him back to the nest.” 

    The student was dragged off the field by the back of his collar. His screams and cries filled the air around the hostages. Snot made up most of his face when he vanished into the shroud of blackness outside of the stadium. 

    In the dugout Desmond tried to stand up, felt a wince of pain, and collapsed back to the ground, hand firmly holding his side. “We have to do something!” 

    “Calm down,” Kyane said. “We have to wait.”

    “While our friends get killed! No, we go now,” Desmond said. He turned to his teammates. “Right?” One agreed. Harry didn’t move. Desmond and the other teammate, Anthony, both tried to stand up again. They walked to the edge of the dugout before collapsing. They could only stand by bracing on the dugout’s ledge. 

    “See how well that doing something worked out,” Kyane said. 

    “Yeah dude, I’m with Kyane here on this one,” Harry said. “We tried going all like Casey Jones on them and that didn’t go so well.”

    Desmond arched his head back. “Well what is your plan then?” he asked.

    “We wait,” she said. She took out her phone and passed it back and forth between her hands. 

    “Wait. You’ve had your phone the whole time!?” Desmond tried to yell. 

    Kayne jumped up and covered his mouth. “Shh, shh, shut up.” She uncovered his mouth. “Yes, I have my phone.”

    “Well why didn’t you text me back!?” Kyane covered his mouth again. 

    It clicked in Kyane’s head. “Is that why you’ve been such a jerk to me?” Kyane asked. “Because I left you on read? Really?” 

    Desmond rolled his eyes. He pulled her handoff. “Yes,” he whispered. “It’s easy to text back and say that you’re okay, or fine, or whatever. It takes two whole seconds to do.”

    “Well I had other stuff on my mind when you texted me,” she said. 

    “Still, two seconds!”

    “Is this really what we are going to talk about right now?” Harry asked. “How some girl you are crushing on didn’t text you back? We kind of have bigger problems right now.”

    “Thank you, Henry,” Kyane said. 

    “It’s Harry. Like the situation we’re in.” The dugout was silent. “Right.”

    Anthony looked over and saw Kyane’s phone in her hand. “You have a phone? Call the police!” 

    She looked at him. “No,” she said. “We have to wait for the best moment, or this will go badly for everyone.”

    “It already went badly!” Anthony lunged at her and grabbed her, pushing her back down to the used condom wrapper floor. The student swiped to the emergency mode and dialed 911. 

    “911 what is your emergency?” the dispatcher asked. 

    “Yeah, ahh there is, there is a hostage situation I think, I don’t know. There are these monsters-” before he could finish Eorapst looked over. The student freaked out. “Oh my god he saw me, he saw me. I’m dead. They already killed one guy; they’re going to kill me too.”

    “Please sir, calm down and tell me where you are?” the dispatcher asked.

    Eroapst ran toward the student and made it before the student could say. He dug his claw into the student’s chest. “You’re a stupid species,” he said. Blood ran down the back of the student’s training jersey and dribbled onto the steps. 

    The phone clacked to the floor. The operation continued to ask if he was there, and what was going on. “We have turned on your GPS and will send police to your location. Please stay safe. I will be on the phone the whole time until the police arrive.” Eorapst picked up the phone and crushed it in his hand. 

    “Whose idea was this?” Eorapst asked. He looked at the three students in the dugout. 

    Kyane pointed to the skewered student. “It was all his,” she said. 

    Eorapst shook his head. He removed his hand from the student’s body. He crumpled to the ground. His claws were painted red. He stepped over the body and entered the dugout. His frame cast deep black shadows over the three. “How do I know that is true. This could all have been some ploy.” Kyane, Desmond, and Harry backed themselves into the corner. 

    Kyane looked at Anothony’s corpse on the ground. She felt her blood pouring on and highlighting the ground with Anthony. She was pale. She looked back at Harry and Desmond. They weren’t any better. She knew her parents were coming. They had to be. She could save them all once they did. She stepped up. “It wasn’t, okay?” Eorapst’s claws sharpened. Her time was limited. “Look, I’ll prove it. Let me tell them that I will collect their cell phones, so they can’t make any other calls for help.”

    Eorapst was silent. Kyane stepped backward. Her eyes were not focused on his claws, or teeth, but his wriggling tail. It moved idly in a soothing back and forth motion. “Okay,” he said, breaking her concentration on the tail. She looked at him. “I will go along with your plan, female.” 

    “Good,” Kyane said. She stepped back up to the dinosaur. She looked back. Desmond gave her a look of concern and hope. She knew she just had to buy time until her parents arrived, then she could just change and take care of business. She was just unsure of when that would happen. 

Period 2 

    TCPD Officers Mark Quince and his partner Cainith Roy left Jermoe’s Pizza on South Street with a call about a possible hostage situation at Tower City High School, and to check it out. Cainith took the driver’s seat, started the car, then turned on the lights and sirens. Their rotating red and blue light illuminated the area around them. Mark got into the passenger’s side and called in that they were on their way to the school. Cainith took off to North Street. “Shouldn’t we call in SWAT?” Cainith asked. 

    “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Mark said. 

    Cainith swerved around a line of parked cars and into the oncoming traffic lane. “Hostage situation is nothing?” Cainith said. 

    “Just because this is a city doesn’t mean it’s Detroit,” Mark said. He grabbed the handle above the door. Cainith whipped the car back into the right lane and turned onto 23rd North Street.

    “It’s a hostage situation!” Cainith said. “It’s got to be bad.”

    “It’s at the high school,” Mark noted. “It could just be some crappy joke by the kids.” He laughed to himself. “We can take them in, lock’em up for a bit, tease them about the dangers before their parents pick them up to teach them the Boy Who Cried Wolf Lesson.”

    “Where are the teachers then?”

    “I don’t know?” Mark said. He checked his watch. “It’s late. These could just be students who are hanging around maybe. Further proof of my Bow Who Cried Wolf Lesson I’d say then.”

    Cainith shook his head. He took his last turn onto East Street and up to the front of the High School. He reached for the walkie-talkie in the car. “Dispatch, this is Car 1827. We’ve arrived at the school. Will call for backup if needed.”

    “10-4 1827,” the dispatcher said. 

    Both officers exited the car. The school was dark, and empty. The only lights were the police car’s headlights, along with the red and blue signal lights. They put a spotlight on the double door entrance to the building. “Should we get the shotgun?” Cainith asked. 

    Mark tilted his head from side to side in a mocking attempt to examine the empty school. “Why not!” he said, a bit too cheery. “Just keep the shells in your pocket. Don’t want a situation.” Cainith nodded his head. He unlocked the truck and took out the shotgun, then stuffed a few shells into his jacket pocket. Mark stood with one hand on his gun, and flashlight on the other. He was slouched over and relaxed. Mark nodded his head to the school. “Let’s go.” 

    The two officers approached the school quickly. Cainith took point and grabbed the handle. He pulled the door, but it didn’t budge. Cainith looked back and raised an eyebrow in confusion. Mark spun his index finger in circles around in the air. Cainith nodded. He lowered the shotgun and marched along the far side of the building up to the corner. Mark kept his flashlight on the dark windows. All the rooms were empty. The officers turned the corner and marched up the side of the building, clearing rooms along the way. Cainith hit a hard stop when he reached the rear of the school. Mark ran into Cainith’s back, then backed up a few paces. 

    “What’s up?” Mark asked. He peaked around his frozen partner. A reptilian creature with amber eyes, razor teeth, and long claws. Mark took a few more steps back and reached for his gun. “Ah sir, it is a little late for Halloween. Now put your hands in the air and get onto the ground.” He points the gun at the raptor. The raptor jerks forward. Cainith slumps over, and the raptor’s claws emerge from the police officers back covered in blood. Mark fires three shots at the creature. He quickly reached for the radio on his collar. “Car 1827 to dispatch, request backup, and a bus. Officer down. Repeat. Officer down.”

    “10-4 car 1827 we will send the backup to your location,” the dispatcher said. 

    The raptor removed his claw from the officer. He fell to the grass in a puddle of blood. Mark stood firm and kept his gun trained on the raptor. “Freeze,” Mark said. The raptor stopped moving. “Turn around, put your hands in the air, and get on the ground!” Mark commanded. The raptor creature complied with the request. He turned around, put his arms up, and dropped to his knees. “Now place your hands behind your head!” The raptor did. Mark quickly stepped up to the raptor. He tried to ignore his downed partner as much as possible, and got to the perp. He removed his cuffs with one hand, and kept the gun trained with the other. “You move, I blow your head off,” he said. He clicked the cuff around the raptor’s right wrist, then yanked it to the ground. Mark then pressed his knee against the creature’s back to force him to the ground. “Drop!” Mark said sternly. The raptor dropped, then slowly slithered its tail around the officer’s legs then jerked him onto his back. The raptor felt Mark’s grip loosen from the cuff. The raptor leaped up and stepped over the downed officer and bared his teeth at him. “You may get me, but the whole force will come, and you won’t get far,” Mark said. 

    “I’d like to see them try,” the raptor said. He lurched down and bit into the officer’s neck. 

His scream echoed to the baseball field. Kyane whipped her head around to try and see where it was coming from. She then felt a push on her back, then continued walking in front of Eorapst over to the other players and teachers. Eorapst turned to the sound and said, “Ahh, he must have taken care of the pesky visitors.” 

“More will come,” Kyane said. 

“They will not do much with you as our hostage,” Eorapst said. He pressed his clammy hand against her back and pushed her into the pile of people on the ground. “Now collect the phones from your people here, or you will all be killed.”

Kyane stood up in front of the team, and Jamie. “Guys, we can get out of this, just please give me your phones.” She looked at Jamie and leaned her head forward to try and get his attention. “So please take them out, turn them off, and hand them to me. Okay?” She looked back at Jamie, and shook her head, and made a small swiping motion with her finger. “Good, good,” she said. She began to walk through the crowd of students and the remaining coaches, collecting phones all along the way. Her body curdled at what was happening to the other coach and student as she did this. 

Kyane moved past some of them and quickly  to Jamie. She took his phone. It was unlocked like she wanted. She placed that phone in her pocket and dialed her parents’ number via text and sent them her current address with her right hand. With her left hand she picked the remaining phones and made them into an unsteady tower. Before she exited the group of people, she knocked her leg against one of the players. She leaned forward dropping the phones onto the ground. She tossed Jamie’s phone onto the grass during the confusion. She quickly leaned over and apologized for dropping all the phones, and then gave them to Eorapst. 

Eorapst leaned down to her level and looked Kyane in the eyes. “Thank you,” he said to her. His voice began getting drowned out by the whirring and beating of helicopters approaching the scene. A spotlight then blasted down on the group of hostages. A projected voice confirmed they were the police. Cop cars, and news vans quickly began flooding onto the wet grass and surrounding the field. Eorapst looked to the sky. He balled his hand into a fist, and his jaw locked. He reeled his arm back and let his claws out. “I am going to kill you!” he said to Kyane. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Kyane raised her hands up to protect herself. “We can still get out of this with whatever you want. Just calm down and be patient. Trust me, if you knew me you would not believe I just said that.”

Period 3

Damon paced around his living room mumbling to himself. Hinotomi sat on the couch with the TV on trying to watch the news. The D13 armor case sat closed on the table. “Where is our girl?” Damon kept asking and trying to rationalize. “She has not answered her phone. In fact, it goes right to voicemail which means she is in danger, but where is she?”

“I said school,” Hinotomi added. 

“She doesn’t want to be at school when she’s supposed to be, let alone when she doesn’t have to. She has to be downtown somewhere.”

“Downtown is a big somewhere,” Hinotomi said. 

“I realize that, but it’s true. She only goes to school and, here. That is it. And she hates both places, so she is probably downtown where she ran into a dinosaur creature and it took her away somewhere.” 

“Damon, just please sit down,” Hinotomi said. She patted the open space next to her. “You are creating a burn in the carpet from your moving. Sit down so we can talk this out.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Damon said. He threw his arms up and took the seat next to HInotomi. He placed his head on his wife’s shoulder. “I just want our little girl to be safe. She needs us.”

Hinotomi rubbed her husband’s hair. “I know. We will find her. It’s just a matter of-” her phone buzzed again. She looked at it and saw it was a number she didn’t know. She unlocked the phone. The only part of the message was an address to the practice field. “She’s at the school,” she sighed. 

Damon jumped out of the couch. “I knew it!” he pointed to his wife. “I called it!”

“Not the time. Why is she there? What are the dinosaurs doing there?” Hinotomi asked. 

Damon pointed at the TV. An anchor sat at a news desk with papers in front of him. “We have breaking news. We go live to Tower City High School where news correspondent Jackie Thomas is on the scene.”

The video cut to a woman with black hair and bundled in warm clothes holding a microphone with the police and spotlight from the helicopter behind her. “Thank you, Dan,” she said. “We are on the scene at Tower City High School where a group of people in dinosaur costumes have taken the baseball team hostage.” A bird’s eye view image of Eorpast standing in front of Kyane with his claw raised flashed onto the screen. “It is unclear what they want at this time, but we will keep you updated with any changes as they come.”

It cut back to Dan in the studio. “Thank you, Jackie. We too will keep everyone watching up to date with the latest information as this story develops.” 

Damon and Hinotomi were both in the van and driving off before Dan finished his last sentence. The D13 briefcase was gone from the counter and was with Hinotomi in the back of the van while Damon gunned it downtown. Damon looked back at Hinotomi in his rear-view mirror. She was at a metal desk hooking up a laptop and typing away on it. The desk and chair were screwed down to the metal interior, with an internet jetpack hooked up. The van was normally used for off-site testing. Along the wall were folded up desks, cameras, and a mini-fridge for refreshments. “Everything good back there?” Damon asked. He turned onto the bridge. 

“Yep,” Hinotomi replied. She pulled up the news website and pulled up the same video they just saw. Using the video of Jackie, she traced the signal to the news van that was on scene and hacked into the audio and video feed. She then took the feed and sent it to Jerry’s computer as an embedded email file. “Now we just have to figure out how to tell Kyane we are here when we arrive.” 

“She’ll know. She’s a smart girl even when she doesn’t want to be.” 

Period 4

Armed police advanced on the spotlighted section of the baseball field. Blue and red lights blew up the field. Eorapst held his claw away from Kyane’s face. No one had moved since the police arrived. Kyane kept her hands raised in a defensive motion. “You are still in control here,” she said to Eorapst. “The police don’t want to harm us, so we’re like leverage to you.” Kyane hastily examined her surroundings. She had the same thought her mother did. How was she going to know when her parents arrived, and how she would know where they are? She saw the concession stand outside the police’s cone of vision. She had her plan of how to get out of here. “Killing me would only make it way harder for you.”

Eorapst clicked his tongue and lowered his hand. “You have my attention human.” He looked around at the swarm of armed insects around him. He wanted to just kill them all, but even he knew hundreds of bees can take down the largest of prey. “What should we do first?” He asked.

Kyane looked at Desmond and Harry player still in the dugout. “Bring those two over here first. If you don’t the police could get ballsy and try to rescue them.” Eorapst pointed at the students. A raptor ran over and walked them over to the group. 

“You don’t need to grab us,” Harry said. He rustled his shoulders free from the raptor’s grasp.

Desmond looked at Kyane, hoping she knew what she was doing. Desmond took a seat next to Jamie on the cold pitcher’s mound. Jamie was losing it. His fingers continued to spin, interlock, and fidget. He was panting heavily, and balls of sweat rolled down his face. “I really hope this chick knows what she is doing,” Desmond said, verbalizing his thoughts to someone. 

“Yeah. I do too,” Harry added. “But I see what you see in her.”

“You were the one who said not to bring it up,” Desmond said.

“I know it jus-” 

“She is playing a waiting game,” Jamie said. His twirling fingers got faster. “I uhh… I uh… I told her about Dieous.” 

“What!?” Desmond yelled. 

“Ahh, what’s Dieous?” Harry asked.

Two raptors looked at him. He looked away quickly, and whispered again, “What?” Desmond asked again.

“Guys, really, what is Dieous?” Harry nudged Desmond. “Dude…”

Desmond’s gaze was fixed on Jamie. 

“I just, I felt like I had to. To, you know, complete the story or whatever. Anyway, she knows so she is probably stalling until he arrives to save us from these guys. It is the only possible thing.”

“Who is Dieous!?” Harry basically screamed.

“He’s a superhero.”

“Sure,” Harry slumped over. “Of course, we have a superhero of all things.”

Desmond shook his head. “Still we don’t know if he’ll show up. We have to do this alone is possible.” He pointed to Kyane standing in front of Eorapst. “She is just trying to save us by buying time for the police.” He turned back to Jamie. “Trust me, man. I want Dieous to come save us. That would be really dope. But we don’t know what he is doing. He is one dude, right? He could be stopping a robbery or walking an old lady across the street right now, other stuff. We have to do this ourselves but letting the police do it.” He pointed to himself. “And look at me when I say that we should trust the police. You know this situation’s got problems.”

Jamie was silent. He lowered his eyes and kicked the ground. 

Harry put an arm over Jamie. “Yeah dude. Superheroes are all cool and stuff, but, like, we gotta be realistic here.” He looked around. “There are no superheroes here.” 

Jamie nodded. “Okay Desmond,” he said. 

Eorapst moved next to Kyane and looked at the crowd of officers. “What is their next moves human?”

Kyane looked around at them. “This is a hostage situation. Now, I’ve watched too much Law and Order SVU, so they probably have snipers on the school’s roof by now and will be getting a negotiator to come talk you down and ask what you want. To do that you will need a cell phone for them to call you.” She picked up Jamie’s phone, then looked up at the human-like reptile. “Do you know what you want?”

“I want Dieous!” he screeched. “He has embarrassed us as a species and shall perish before my might.” He balled his hand together again. 

“Okay…” Kyane said. “That seems… doable.” Alarm bells went off in her brain. If he was the boss of the raptor guys then he could be really strong, and she won’t know how to fight that off. She looked at the group of students. She had to either way. She handed him the cell phone. Eorapst took it. “Hold this up, and they will give you a number to call.”

“I do not know how to call,” Eorapst said.

“I’ll do that, don’t worry,” Kyane said. “Just,” she held her hand up, “do this.”

Eorapst held the phone high into the air and waved it around to make sure the police could see he had it. A police officer over a megaphone gave him a number to call so they could talk out what he wanted. Eorapst handed it back to Kyane. She opened the phone, went to the messages and sent the word: “concession” to the same number she sent the address. She watched as the word autocorrected to confession. Eorapst looked over. “Are you having trouble, human?” 

“No, no, no,” she said. “I am just not used to this kind of phone is all.” She quickly exited the message app, and went to type the number in. She hoped her parents would get it. “I have an iPhone, this is a Samsung, or Android phone or something. You know what you don’t care, just here.” She hit the dial button and handed it back to Eorapst. “You can tap this button,” she pointed to the speakerphone button, “to make you not have to hold it to where your… ears… are.” She examined the reptilian head and was unable to find his ears. Eorapst did. 

“Hello, who are we talking to?” the negotiator asked. 

“I am Lt. Eorapst of your mother world! I am here to find your hero, Dieous and slay in front of you all, so you humans know your place.” Eorapst looked at Kyane. She gave a thumbs up. 

“Okay,” the negotiator said. He had a slight southern drawl to his voice. “We will look for this Deious you want. In the meantime, how are the hostages? The children and coaches?”

“I have already taken one of your older humans who has refused to give in to our demands already! If you do not either, they will all go with him!” 

Kyane frantically waved her arms side-to-side. “No, no, no, no,” she said. “You don’t want to say that. It will make them want to talk with you less, meaning you won’t get to fight your Dieous person.”

“Okay,” Eorapst said. 

Inside, Kyane was sweating, and wondering how long she could hold out. 

Period 5

Damon pivoted the van around the corner of 11th East Street, a few blocks away from the high school. Hinotomi braced her body for the jerk. She placed her hands in front of the laptop to stop it sliding off the table. “‘Confession’?” Damon asked.

“That’s not what she means,” Hinotomi explained. “It is probably a concession. The hostage situation was at the practice field.” 

“Is there even a concession stand?” Damon asked. He saw two police cars at 6th East Street setting up the perimeter. “Hold on,” he said. He turned the left up 6th North Street. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Yes, there is a concession stand! All high schools have them,” Hinotomi said. “We really need to get Kyane to go to a game.” She tapped away on her laptop. She brought up the map view of the high school, zoomed down on where the light blue concession stand was, and sent it to her husband. “Here is the image.” 

Damon’s phone dinged. He looked at the console of the van. “I got it,” he confirmed. He turned onto 24th East Street. “We’ll have to go around.” Damon drove past the high school down to 30th East Street. He checked the image his wife sent him. There was a path for trucks to load and unload for the concession stand. He could take the turn there. He turned around and drove back up East Street, going just at or a mile or two above the speed limit. He couldn’t be too suspicious. He looked back at his wife from the rear-view mirror again. “How is the situation?”

“Not great,” Hinotomi said. “But Kyane is holding her own. She is like the spokesperson for this dinosaur monster.”

“What does the dino-guy want?” He stopped at a red light. 

“Well that’s the problem. He wants to fight Dieous.”

“We’ll give him that.” The light changed, and he drove up. He saw the police barricade, and turned at the road before it, and slipped through a small alleyway.  He turned the van’s headlight and running lights off. 

“That’s not the problem,” Hinotomi said. “The whole world can know about Dieous now, and the dinosaur men.”

“We’ll figure that out. We just have to help our daughter first,” Damon said. He reached the dirt road the snack trucks drove on. 

“Yes, I know,” Hinotomi said. Damon drove up the road. It was a strange scene to see a small practice field covered in lights, and police. It was a sight no one would have ever expected to see in their whole life. An image too strange for words in some cases. “Be careful. We don’t want to be spotted.”

“Don’t worry,” Damon said. He saw the blue and white shack. He flashed his high beams just once, then pulled away to the field just behind it. They bounced repeatedly down the gravel and grass road. “The police are totally focused on the situation over there.”

“That’s not how… I just hope you’re right.” Hinotomi shook her head. “I’ll start working on stopping the news from going nationwide, or further.”

Damon parked the van. “Good.” He leaned on the van’s steering wheel. “I hope Kyane saw us.” 

Period 6

Kyane saw the quick flash of high beam headlights out of the corner of her eye. This was the time to make her move. She tapped Eorapst on the shoulder. “Hey, ahh Lt. Mr. Eorapst? What do you want me to… nevermind, I ahh? I kind of have to go to the bathroom.”

“What?” Eoraspt asked.

“Bathroom? Where humans go to relieve them-“

“I know what a human bathroom is, girl.”

“Good,” Kyane said. “Can I go?” Eorapst was silent. Kyane looked back at the students, coaches, and raptor soldiers, then back at Eorapst. “Look, I’m the only woman here. And, I don’t know what you know about humans, but women are considered physically weaker than men. I mean you can send one of your soldiers with me to watch me, but I’m probably not strong enough to do anything.”

 Eorapst kept his cold, unblinking look at her. He then turned to one of his soldiers. He pointed to him, then to Kyane. “Take her to the bathroom,” he said like it was the first time he said that word before. 

The raptor soldier nodded. He walked over to Kyane. Kyane turned to Eorapst. “Look, don’t do anything crazy while I’m gone. We can get out of this easily.” The raptor soldier put his hand on her shoulder. 

They walked to the concession stand. When they exited the practice field Kyane began making small talk with the soldier. “So, what’s it like working for him?” Kyane nodded her head to Eorapst. The soldier remained silent “He seems a little jumpy. Impulsive maybe.” They turned the corner to where the women’s bathroom was. Kyane stopped and turned around. “Look, you can talk to me. I won’t say a word.” She zipped her lips. 

“He is new at his job,” the raptor almost said with glee. 

“You know what, that shows,” Kyane said. He patted the soldier on the arm. “Just stand guard here in front of the door.” She pulled the soldier right in front of the door handle. “You wouldn’t want me getting away, and I’ll be back out in a minute.” 

Kyane entered the bathroom. It was a small three-stall room with two sinks, an air dryer, towel dispenser, and garbage can. She checked each stall, no window she could crawl out of. She let out an exaggerated sigh. She leaned against the sink and took in a handful of deep breaths. She turned the water on and ran her fingers under it. She waited a minute for it to warm up, then splashed some onto her face. “You can do this.” She looked herself in the eyes. She backed away from the sink and began pacing around. “Just take out the raptor soldier. No big deal. Just ignore the fact he took out two armed policemen not even an hour ago. It’s easy. I just need the element of surprise. It’s fine.” She looked over at the towel dispenser. She pulled out two towels. Wetted them and held them against her shoulder. “YOWW!!” She screamed. She quickly pushed the door open and slammed the metal bar into the raptor back. He winced and leaned forward. “OMG, I’m so sorry. I need your help, can you come in here.”

The raptor creature rubbed his injured back. He looked at the small girl, and into the empty bathroom. He nodded and entered. Kyane thanked him and closed the door behind him. She quickly kicked the raptor injured spot. He screamed and leaned over. Kyane ran and leaped onto his back and drove his skull into the sink. She bashed it twice against the porcelain. She looked up to see his tail wriggling to her. The tail then jerked forward. She rolled to the side, off her back.  She grabbed the garbage can and tossed it at the raptor’s feet. He fell onto his back. Kyane crawled on top of him. She pulled her arm back and punched him in the face as hard as she could, putting as much follow-through in as possible. She repeated it with her left arm, then again with her right until the raptor couldn’t get up. She placed her finger on his jugular. He still had a pulse, just knocked out. She stood up, wiped herself off and went out the door. She checked her corners, then bolted to the van in the field in the back. 

Kyane saw the dark van in the open field as heaven. Ironic in every way really. She ran faster than she ever had. Her dad came out of the car and greeted her with the warmest bear hug she had ever received. “Thank God you’re okay,” he said. Kyane couldn’t even say anything in response. She took in his familiar scent, and body heat. 

Hinotomi came out the back and joined the hug. “Oh, baby,” she squealed. She squeezed both of them tightly. Kyane felt a comical amount of air leave her body. “I’m never letting you go, ever.” 

“Can you let me go?” Damon asked.  

Hinotomi released them.  “Are you okay?” she asked. She rubbed her daughter’s shoulders and saw the orbs of sweat rolling off her skin. 

“I’m fine mom,” Kyane said. “I just kicked a raptor’s butt to get over here.” She pointed to the concession stand. She turned back to her parents and gave them another warm hug. “I’m sorry, but I need to use Dieous. I need to save them.” 

“We know,” Damon said. He walked to the back of the van and pulled out the heavy suitcase. He dragged it over to Kyane and opened it to reveal the three pieces of armor. 

“Are you sure about this?” Hinotomi asked. “We can go home, call the military and let them do this.”

Kyane’s eyes never moved from the belt. She shook her head. “I have to do this. Eorapst wants me.” 

“He could kill you,” Damon said. His voice cracked to a million pieces. 

“You said you built this thing to fight them. You have to trust in it, and me right now.” A gunshot echoed from the school. Both Damon and Hinotomi looked. Kyane grabbed the armor. She slipped the watches on and looped the belt around her waistband. Her parents looked back at their daughter and saw her line up the three faces. 

The faces of the watches and belt began emitting a blue grid onto Kyane’s body. She felt the vibration spread with it. The clumps of black metal b-lined to the spaces on the grid. The pieces expanded to fix the grid space. Each piece smacked against her body, then snapped together like a puzzle. It was overall painless except for two pieces smacking her butt, and the breastplate mashing onto her chest. A tickle carried up her neck as metal extended from the back, and chest plate, covering her neck. The final pieces of metal snapped together with blue glass in the middle forming a helmet with a visor. The helmet snapped onto her skin. The outfit was complete. The text appeared on the heads-up display. The text read: D13OUS. A vaguely British voice rang in her head “Hello. I am the Digital 13 Operational Unit System, also known as Dieous.” The D13OUS moved vertically and typed out the full words the voice said. “How may I assist you, Kyane?”

“Hey Die,” Kyane said. “Run a search for the hostage situation here in Tower City.” A handful of pages and videos about the hostage situation at the baseball field popped up on the HUD. “Good. Can you look up what just happened? There were shots fired just now, and I need to know what I’m getting into.”

“No problem,” D13 said. “It’s good to have you back.”

“Same,” Kyane said. 

Dieous ran through a video feed from the police, news, and school cameras to figure out what happened. The police negotiator stood behind the open door of a police car. An officer walked up to him. “Sir, we have run a search for every way to spell ‘Dieous,’ ‘Deisous,’ ‘Dyeous,’ ‘Deeous,’ and ‘Dieeous.’ Nothing has come up, sir. We have no idea what this guy is talking about.”

The negotiator nodded his head. “Look at him. He’s dressed for Halloween or some convention. He must have had some break with reality.” The negotiator picked up the phone. “Hello, Lt. Eorapst, sir.”

“Speak human!” Eorapst commanded. 

“We have looked for your guy, but he doesn’t exist. Is there anything else we can do for you in the meantime as we try to find this guy you’re talking about?”

“You fool!” Eorapst yelled. “You are covering up for him. He is scared to face me. I will force his hand!” Eorapst moved toward the crowd of students and grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him in front of everyone. Everyone was screaming for him to stop. Eorapst ignored their cries. He raised his claws to Harry’s neck. “Have Dieous arrive now, or this human will get it.”

The negotiator turned to one of the officers. “Are the snipers in place?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take him out,” the negotiator said. 

On the roof, a police sniper lined up his shot and fired at Eorapst. The bullet flew behind him and impacted on the grass. The sniper fired again and missed. Dieous ran a scan of Eorapst and played a video of the dinosaur moving slightly out of the way of each shot. “Fine, I will kill this human,” Eorapst said. He pulled his claw backward. 

“Stop,” said a voice in the crowd of students. Desmond stood up. Kyane watched Jamie attempt to pull him down. “I’m Dieous, man. It’s just some football, and hockey gear I have at home I turned into a suit to fight crime. Don’t take it out on these guys.” Desmond turned his head to Jamie and said something inaudible. 

“We have to save them!” Kyane said. 

“I agree,” D13 replied. 

The real-time video minimized itself to the corner of the HUD. “We need to make an entrance.” Kyane traced out the scene of cop cars and indicated the hood of the lead car near the negotiator. 

“I like it,” D13 said. “Let me map a trajectory.” A map of the school pops up on the HUD. A dotted line from where they are moves up the path Kyane ran, over the school, then right down onto the cop car. A gauge on the side measured the energy needed to make the flashy entrance. “Got it, Kyane?”

Kyane examined the plans. “Got it.” In the corner image she saw two raptors tear Desmond away from the crowd of hostages, and up to Eorapst. Two more raptors walk Harry back to his spot in the hostage pile. Kyane clenched her fist. 

A flashing red box appeared on the HUD, followed by a group of beeps. “Warning, Kyane. Your brain is releasing increased levels of adrenaline, noradrenaline, and stress hormones.” D13 ran the symptoms through his database. “You are angry.”

“Very.” Her parents tried to approach her. She looked at them over her armored shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” Dieous said. She turned back. “Let’s go.” The engines along Dieous’s calves ignited with light blue flames and a hum. She got into a sprinter’s start. The engines hummed louder; more blue flames shot out. The grass closest to her feet burned to ash. 

Damon and Hinotomi looked at each other. They both knew they had something else they could be doing while their daughter saved the hostages. The jumped into the back of the van. Damon opened a second laptop. 

In the corner video of Dieous’s HUD, Eorapst grabbed Desmond by his neck and tossed him to the ground. He tumbled over the home plate. Desmond got to his knees. Eorapst marched over to him. The police, news correspondents, and hostages looked on in fear. “Get up, Dieous!” Eorapst commanded. “Give me a fight!” He lifted his foot and kicked it into Desmond’s chest, and back onto the dirt. Desmond grabbed the lieutenant’s foot. “Are you just an ant when you don’t have your suit? Fight me!” He pressed down on Desmond’s chest. Desmond coughed out the air in his lungs. Desmond grabbed the dinosaur’s foot and rolled to his side. Eorapst, unable to lift his foot up, followed Desmond’s arc, and fell to the ground. Eorapst crushing grip released. 

Desmond scooted away. He took heavy breaths. Eorapst stood up almost instantly. His tail whipped out and wrapped around Desmond’s neck. He lifted Desmond into the air. “Just like every other human. You’re weak without your weapons!” He flicked his tail, and smacked Desmond into the fencing behind home plate. He bore his claws, ready to kill. “This, humans. This is what will happen to anyone who dares defy us, and your place in the all too precious food chain.” 

“NOW!” Kyane yelled. 

Dieous took off from her sprinter’s position. She blasted down the field, into the air, onto the school’s roof, pivot, and leap onto the cop car. The roof of the car exploded. Her impact left a large dent, and windshield glass shattered. The negotiator jumped backward. “I heard you wanted to talk with me,” Dieous said. 

Eorapst flicked Desmond to the ground, then smiled with his claw-like teeth.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3, Period 6 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 6

Dieous punched Eorapst in the face again. “You have an incoming text from your father, Damon,” D13 said. 

“I know who my dad is. What does it say?” Kyane asked.

“‘Come back to the van when you’re done. Need to make a quick escape. You really kicked butt. Love you’ heart emoji.”

“Can’t keep the old man waiting,” Dieous said. 

“What?” Eoraspt hissed. He tore his head away from the armored fist and stood up. He lifted Dieous’s legs into the air with his tail and started to spin around. His tail twitched in exhaustion. 

“No, you don’t,” Dieous said. She forced her feet to the ground, flopped over and pulled Eorapst tail. He fell to the ground. Dieous climbed over to him and punched him as hard as she could. She felt his tail uncurl. “Nope, sorry pal.” She grabbed the tail and stood up. She swung her body around, turning Eorapst into the discus. “You threatened to hurt and kill innocent humans. You, and your people can’t do that, and won’t do that as long as I’m here.”

 Eorapst said nothing. Dieous set the portal up as a marked target on the HUD. A prompt said release. She let go. Eorapst flew in the air and hit the portal. It cracked and sparked green lighting. Unlike the other dinosaurs, he didn’t turn into a ball of energy. The portal collapsed with Eorapst inside, crushing him, and imploded into a storm of green lighting, then nothing. 

Dieous turned to the police officers, news teams, and first responders. She saluted them, then leaped over the fence toward the concession stand. 

Hinotomi saw her daughter leaping over to her. She shifted the van into drive and sped up to meet her. “Open the door, and be ready to close it in a second, we need to split fast!”

Damon undid the latch on the inside of the van. The doors flew open. Dieous landed behind them and leaped into the back of the van. It bounced and shook from the drastic weight change. Dieous collapsed onto the floor. Damon pulled the doors in and latched it back. He sat down next to his girl and scratched the metal plates of her back. “You did really good, baby.”

Kyane did not hear her dad, both her and her armor needed to recharge. 

In the concession stand bathroom, Jamie furiously scribbled on his hand with the pen that was in his pocket. Desmond looked over the scribbles. He could make out a series of numbers and letters. “What’s that?” he asked. 

Jamie held up the black scribbles. “It’s that van’s license plate.”

Desmond grabbed his arm and pulled it close. “No way.” 

They then looked at the raptor. “What about him?” Harry said. 

“We better go,” Jamie said. “Now that the situation is resolved they’ll be searching the area. So being here would be difficult to explain.”

“Right,” Desmond said. They ran out of the bathroom like a racehorse.

Where “How I Met Your Mother” Failed

In a day and age where all the biggest sitcoms are getting revived. From The Office to Friends it seems odd that a rating juggernaut like How I Met Your Mother has never been discussed to return. That is until you look into what many people believe is the problem with the series, the ending.

The ending has is it’s own can of worms we can get into, but that is not where the problems start. The problems start much further back, about 8 season to be accurate.

For context, How I Met Your Mother follows Ted Mosby, a love struck romantic and his friends, college sweethearts Lily and Marshall, ladies man Barney, and new addition, reporter Robin as they look for love in all the wrong places as an older Ted explains to his children how he would eventually meet their mom.

If you can’t see where the show failed, then maybe it’s time for further exploration. And the answer is not just: the ending. The ending has its own problems, but that’s not where the show failed. It failed in the conception stage.

If the show is called “How I Met Your Mother,” then when should he have met her?

The shows approach to that question was to save that all until the very last episodes. That might be the most literal reading of the title, but not narratively the most interesting or compelling, but was the one they went with.

The best way to rationalize it comes from where I believe the concept for the show was born. The concept of a guy retelling stories from his youth to his kids is great. It’s a stellar concept the show gets a lot of mileage out of, but they wanted to add a second element. The meeting of the mother, but contrast that with a joke. They wanted the first episode to hit as a joke. It’s all supposedly sounds like how someone would meet their significant other, but it’s about how they met a close family friend. So, to resolve that they make three far more interesting and compelling characters to actually follow along the way.

Now, that joke is not inherently bad. It’s a solid enough setup, and has a good premise. The problem is that since the whole show is waiting for the mother, then ever other relationship Ted has is playing for time. Now, that’s not the way the show wants to see it. The show wants to see it as a growth and character arc that says he would not be the right person to meet the mom then, but he is by the end. That is all iffy and feels very retroactive, but fits well enough.

The real problem though, is that it could be both. If they wanted to keep the mother hidden until the final season (which I think her introduction might have been postponed because they didn’t know when the show was going to end. That’s a whole other problem. But that has its roots in deeper network politics than just this show) then every love interest should literally move him closer to the mother. He leaves one love interest only to meet a second who gets him interested in this other thing, and so on and so on. It would make sense.

The other option is to have it be a seasons long love story where they have their ups and downs, but the “Met” would be a more symbolic. He may have met her, but she was not the woman he would love. Or she wasn’t a mother yet, or… oh wait, that’s Lily and Marshall, the best characters/couple in the show.

What makes the show all the more infuriating is how the writers seem to nail how to write a couple with the most stable rocks of the group, Lily and Marshall. They are closer to what a real “How I Met Your Mother” story would go. That makes every false start and total aimless mopping Ted does throughout the middle seasons feel that much worse.

Now, if the idea of the show failing in its premise does not work, which is not an argument I’ve heard. Then the fact that the ending is not great usually does it.

Okay, so if you give that the show is great until the final episodes, which for all my complaining I do, then why does that fail? Pretty simple. They fail to deliver on the correct promise.

So first big problem is the fact the whole final season is set around a wedding weekend is not great to tell other stories outside of that. It also makes the final episodes too tight and compact when, to give it weight, they should be more relaxed. Part of that could be argued as seeing the future already in flash forwards so we don’t need to see it all, but it would help considering the first episode gag turned into a full emotional through line that is pulled out since Robin is absent most of the final episodes.

Now, if they wanted Robin to be the final love interest even after the mother, that’s fine. It was clearly planned, but they totally missed the mark on how to execute it. To execute it Ted and Robin should have met earlier that day (week… month… how long has he been telling that story? The kids don’t age so it’s all the same year. Okay, year) and connected. This would get his memory jogging of how he met the mother and want to tell his kids to build up to the reveal that they are both single when they said they would be in order for them to get together.

That ending would still not fulfill the promise the show set out with, but would fulfill the promise of the episodes.

None of this is to look over how good the show is outside of that, and people seem to do that. The ending is so bad for people that it turns them off the rest of the series. They forget all the great bits, episodes, premises, and characters that it feels ruined. But, it was ruined from the start, so it goes up from there.

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Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3, Period 5 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 5

“Ahh, guys, you may want to see this,” Jamie called into the girl’s concession stand bathroom. 

“What is it?” harry asked

The other two stepped outside. “Holy crap!” Desmond pointed to the bright lights of the van. “What is that?”

“A van. It is probably what brought Dieous here.” Jamie adjusted his glasses.

“Let’s check it out,” Desmond said. He looked to Harry who nodded in agreement. 

Jamie grabbed Desmond. “No. If Dieous is with the Feds or the Army, and they catch us we’ll be sent to Guantanamo for treason.”

“What’s Guantanamo?”

“Real bad terrorist prison,” Harry said. 

Jamie hobbled back in and opened the bathroom door. “Let’s hide in here and just watch.”

“With the raptor?” Desmond asked

“Yes, the raptor! He’s already unconscious and tied up. He won’t be a problem.”

“He could wake up,” Harry said.

“Then you will take him,” said Jaime.

“Easy for the person who isn’t going to help fight,” Harry said. “Des, back me u here.”

Desmond looked at the splayed out raptor. Its claws rested plainly on the tile floor. Desmond felt a flash of heat and image of spraying blood splash across his body. “It’s fine,” Desmond said. 

They crept into the bathroom but held the door open and watched the van.

Hot 100 Review: GOOBA by 6ix9ine

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It is easy to make fun of Post Malone’s look. In fact I did so in the review of Circles (it’s good, you should read it), but at least he has a look that is consistent with the kind of music he makes. 6ix9ine on the other hand…

To be frank (I mean Connor, but you get the point), I don’t understand the drive to look the way he does. The best description is if unicorn poop was mixed with skittle, and the four spirits of alcohol. But looks are fine, whatever. I do think it is weird that a man who looks like he should be writing the newest My Little Pony theme song is making the most aggressive rap song I’ve heard in a long time.

GOOBA (which title makes no sense…) feels like a joke song. More directly, I hope it is a joke song because it is so juvenile that it feels like parody.

GOOBA is not a song to go through verse-by-verse. It is a short, barely two minute song, that consist mostly of 6ix9ine rapping about violent actions, and calling people out for being lame (essentially). That concept for a song is pretty standard, but it’s very base-driven, yelling, smash your eardrums approach is very different from what most popular rap has been. It’s laudable to do, but laughable because that contradiction in appearance and attitude honestly feels funny. It feels like it was made to be laughed at.

That feeling of making the most serious joke rap is incredibly prevalent in the lyrics. Though there is no deep meaning to take out from them, just listening (and for you, reading them) highlights just how basic, simplistic, and low effort the song feels. The first line that sticks out is “As-salama-lama alaykum, you big hater.” I mean… like, going to the Arabic saying with a bunch of random syllables in front of it feels like something I would rap as a joke. Similarly, there are lines that are actual words, but when rapping sound like he’s just making noises. On top of that he uses both “big mad” and “big sad” unironically, and then as insults a couple of lines later in “Big mad, he’s mad, she’s mad, big sad… Ha-ha, bitch, I’m laughin’ ’cause you big mad/See it in your face, cry baby, bitch you big sad…” It’s just ridiculous.

Honestly, reading the lyrics and listening to the song. It is short, but it honestly feels padded. It has two verses that say nothing other than being violent and stuff, and then the big mad/big sad stuff, and it’s over. The fact a whole verse is basically covering the big mad/sad feels cheap.

To spin it all positively, the song hits you hard in the ear, and leaves. I mean, I’m sure somebody likes getting punched in the ear. There are people that like it when someone bites their ear (nibbles, but you get the point), so someone must like getting punched in it…

I digress

The video continues to feel like a parody of these kind of songs. It features 6ix9ine in a couple of colorful rooms as women in rainbow leotards (rainbow as in each woman wears a different color, they are not dressed in the Gay Pride flag) dance to the music with intercutting of more perverse shots of the women getting covered in Nickelodeon slime while the room is being lit by strobe lighting. Also 6ix9ine plays with a Dalmatian. If the video was about something, it would be interesting to contrast a dog who is only black and white with the women in their leotards, or 6ix9ine himself in his flamboyant outfits. Only, the video is not that. It’s just 6ix9ine rapping to the camera as women dance in a Lisa Frank room in order to contrast the vulgar things he’s saying. It’s nothing.

The song is kind of nothing. I am aware that this is his first song back from his stint in prison for something (not important to the review), and it feels like he is getting his aggression out, but it also feels like he went with the first words that came to his mind instead of really forming strong verses and chorus to get that anger across.

All I’ll say is that a knife to the ear is more effective than a punch.

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Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3, Period 4 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 4

Armed police advanced on the spotlighted section of the baseball field. Blue and red lights blew up the field. Eorapst held his claw away from Kyane’s face. No one had moved since the police arrived. Kyane kept her hands raised in a defensive motion. “You are still in control here,” she said to Eorapst. “The police don’t want to harm us, so we’re like leverage to you.” Kyane hastily examined her surroundings. She had the same thought her mother did. How was she going to know when her parents arrived, and how she would know where they are? She saw the concession stand outside the police’s cone of vision. She had her plan of how to get out of here. “Killing me would only make it way harder for you.”

Eorapst clicked his tongue and lowered his hand. “You have my attention human.” He looked around at the swarm of armed insects around him. He wanted to just kill them all, but even he knew hundreds of bees can take down the largest of prey. “What should we do first?” He asked.

Kyane looked at Desmond and Harry player still in the dugout. “Bring those two over here first. If you don’t the police could get ballsy and try to rescue them.” Eorapst pointed at the students. A raptor ran over and walked them over to the group. 

“You don’t need to grab us,” Harry said. He rustled his shoulders free from the raptor’s grasp.

Desmond looked at Kyane, hoping she knew what she was doing. Desmond took a seat next to Jamie on the cold pitcher’s mound. Jamie was losing it. His fingers continued to spin, interlock, and fidget. He was panting heavily, and balls of sweat rolled down his face. “I really hope this chick knows what she is doing,” Desmond said, verbalizing his thoughts to someone. 

“Yeah. I do too,” Harry added. “But I see what you see in her.”

“You were the one who said not to bring it up,” Desmond said.

“I know it jus-” 

“She is playing a waiting game,” Jamie said. His twirling fingers got faster. “I uhh… I uh… I told her about Dieous.” 

“What!?” Desmond yelled. 

“Ahh, what’s Dieous?” Harry asked.

Two raptors looked at him. He looked away quickly, and whispered again, “What?” Desmond asked again.

“Guys, really, what is Dieous?” Harry nudged Desmond. “Dude…”

Desmond’s gaze was fixed on Jamie. 

“I just, I felt like I had to. To, you know, complete the story or whatever. Anyway, she knows so she is probably stalling until he arrives to save us from these guys. It is the only possible thing.”

“Who is Dieous!?” Harry basically screamed.

“He’s a superhero.”

“Sure,” Harry slumped over. “Of course, we have a superhero of all things.”

Desmond shook his head. “Still we don’t know if he’ll show up. We have to do this alone is possible.” He pointed to Kyane standing in front of Eorapst. “She is just trying to save us by buying time for the police.” He turned back to Jamie. “Trust me, man. I want Dieous to come save us. That would be really dope. But we don’t know what he is doing. He is one dude, right? He could be stopping a robbery or walking an old lady across the street right now, other stuff. We have to do this ourselves but letting the police do it.” He pointed to himself. “And look at me when I say that we should trust the police. You know this situation’s got problems.”

Jamie was silent. He lowered his eyes and kicked the ground. 

Harry put an arm over Jamie. “Yeah dude. Superheroes are all cool and stuff, but, like, we gotta be realistic here.” He looked around. “There are no superheroes here.” 

Jamie nodded. “Okay Desmond,” he said. 

Eorapst moved next to Kyane and looked at the crowd of officers. “What is their next moves human?”

Kyane looked around at them. “This is a hostage situation. Now, I’ve watched too much Law and Order SVU, so they probably have snipers on the school’s roof by now and will be getting a negotiator to come talk you down and ask what you want. To do that you will need a cell phone for them to call you.” She picked up Jamie’s phone, then looked up at the human-like reptile. “Do you know what you want?”

“I want Dieous!” he screeched. “He has embarrassed us as a species and shall perish before my might.” He balled his hand together again. 

“Okay…” Kyane said. “That seems… doable.” Alarm bells went off in her brain. If he was the boss of the raptor guys then he could be really strong, and she won’t know how to fight that off. She looked at the group of students. She had to either way. She handed him the cell phone. Eorapst took it. “Hold this up, and they will give you a number to call.”

“I do not know how to call,” Eorapst said.

“I’ll do that, don’t worry,” Kyane said. “Just,” she held her hand up, “do this.”

Eorapst held the phone high into the air and waved it around to make sure the police could see he had it. A police officer over a megaphone gave him a number to call so they could talk out what he wanted. Eorapst handed it back to Kyane. She opened the phone, went to the messages and sent the word: “concession” to the same number she sent the address. She watched as the word autocorrected to confession. Eorapst looked over. “Are you having trouble, human?” 

“No, no, no,” she said. “I am just not used to this kind of phone is all.” She quickly exited the message app, and went to type the number in. She hoped her parents would get it. “I have an iPhone, this is a Samsung, or Android phone or something. You know what you don’t care, just here.” She hit the dial button and handed it back to Eorapst. “You can tap this button,” she pointed to the speakerphone button, “to make you not have to hold it to where your… ears… are.” She examined the reptilian head and was unable to find his ears. Eorapst did. 

“Hello, who are we talking to?” the negotiator asked. 

“I am Lt. Eorapst of your mother world! I am here to find your hero, Dieous and slay in front of you all, so you humans know your place.” Eorapst looked at Kyane. She gave a thumbs up. 

“Okay,” the negotiator said. He had a slight southern drawl to his voice. “We will look for this Deious you want. In the meantime, how are the hostages? The children and coaches?”

“I have already taken one of your older humans who has refused to give in to our demands already! If you do not either, they will all go with him!” 

Kyane frantically waved her arms side-to-side. “No, no, no, no,” she said. “You don’t want to say that. It will make them want to talk with you less, meaning you won’t get to fight your Dieous person.”

“Okay,” Eorapst said. 

Inside, Kyane was sweating, and wondering how long she could hold out.

Don’t You Understand Dexter’s Bad Superman

There has been so much talk about what being an evil Superman would be like. From the dozens of comics and alt-universe stories to Brightburn, the film advertised as “Superman but bad,” to even the parody title of this post “Bad Superman” but Scouting for Girls they all have their takes on evil Superman. The problem with those takes is that none of them feel like Superman. That might be kind of the point, but Superman still stands for something, and has goals, but get corrupted in the end, and watching Dexter I see that.

Dexter Morgan, a serial killer who hunts other killers and criminals, does not sound like he would be like Superman in anyway. Yet they have a surprising amount of traits in common.

Firstly, they are both adopted. Superman is from space while Dexter came from a broken home where his mother was murdered in front of him. On top of that they were both raised to receive their values from their parents, and in many cases have a father figure they can turn to. Superman has the holograms in his fortress of solitude, or sometimes Pa Kent himself if he is alive. Dexter has the memory of his father, and his father’s presence always with him throughout most of the series. They have a mix of girlfriends that love the facade they put on, and some who love the real person. They both have sons named after their father (Jon and Harrison), and their most remembered villain is a bald guy who has a terrible family life (I know Lex Luthor was not always bald, and his origin changes, but more modern takes have him coming from a bad home life).

Now, those are all interesting comparison. But, they are also all surface level. Any duel identity story will have love interests of different varieties, and mentor figures, and other similar tropes. However, what Dexter and Superman have in common is the drive to do the right thing.

Pa Kent and Harry Morgan both saw their child had this unusual gifts and tried to steer them into using those gifts for good. They both got a code of how to help people, and do good. The problem is that Dexter goes way too far with it.

The reason Dexter is clearly a bad Superman is that same drive to do good. It was the first real character trait that made me like him. He did these horrible things to bad people, but also wanted to be the best possible person outside of that. When he was living his other life he wanted to be a good boyfriend, husband, coworker, brother, and father. It just got complicated when his two lives clashed (almost like Spider-Man, but Peter Parker is never AS altruistic as Clark Kent at the end of the day). Dexter does do bad things to the people outside of his kill room. He lies all the time. There was that season he cheated on Rita. He kills innocent people. He flakes out on his jobs and responsibilities, and bends his own code to get certain criminals. He is bad Superman.

This whole idea for me comes from how Evil Superman is portrayed. In the portrayal I’ve seen he is always more of a dictator. He sees the world as something that needs to be controlled to work. The problem with that portrayal for me is that, that is not Superman (of course there is a path I could see him going down to get to that, but we rarely see such a detailed descent). An evil Superman would still try to help people. He would still try to stop evil, but he would go farther than anyone else. He would more overtly lie, adjust stories to fit his narrative, be a jerk, and use any method to get results.

Unfortunately, where this breaks down is in how Dexter the show weakens throughout its run. This breaks part of the character. It makes him less self-reflective, and puts him into more situations where he seems to go further than the people he tries to catch. This is sort of commented on at the end of the show, but it would be far deeper if explored more fully.

Dexter never saw himself as more altruistic and good. He saw himself as feeding an urge in a healthy way. He also saw everything he did outside his kill room as a cover (until he didn’t). He would not see himself as upholding a certain way of life, he sees himself as doing something aberratious to what people should do, unlike Superman who tries to be an ideal.

Even outside of that internalized comparison they both have such a strive to do the right thing while maintaining their two lives, but Dexter just does so much dark and self serving acts that it makes him bad.

Also, it cannot be a coincidence that when both men retire from their job they grow beards, wear flannel, and isolate themselves from the rest of society.

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Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3, Period 3 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 3

Damon paced around his living room mumbling to himself. Hinotomi sat on the couch with the TV on trying to watch the news. The D13 armor case sat closed on the table. “Where is our girl?” Damon kept asking and trying to rationalize. “She has not answered her phone. In fact, it goes right to voicemail which means she is in danger, but where is she?”

“I said school,” Hinotomi added. 

“She doesn’t want to be at school when she’s supposed to be, let alone when she doesn’t have to. She has to be downtown somewhere.”

“Downtown is a big somewhere,” Hinotomi said. 

“I realize that, but it’s true. She only goes to school and, here. That is it. And she hates both places, so she is probably downtown where she ran into a dinosaur creature and it took her away somewhere.” 

“Damon, just please sit down,” Hinotomi said. She patted the open space next to her. “You are creating a burn in the carpet from your moving. Sit down so we can talk this out.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Damon said. He threw his arms up and took the seat next to HInotomi. He placed his head on his wife’s shoulder. “I just want our little girl to be safe. She needs us.”

Hinotomi rubbed her husband’s hair. “I know. We will find her. It’s just a matter of-” her phone buzzed again. She looked at it and saw it was a number she didn’t know. She unlocked the phone. The only part of the message was an address to the practice field. “She’s at the school,” she sighed. 

Damon jumped out of the couch. “I knew it!” he pointed to his wife. “I called it!”

“Not the time. Why is she there? What are the dinosaurs doing there?” Hinotomi asked. 

Damon pointed at the TV. An anchor sat at a news desk with papers in front of him. “We have breaking news. We go live to Tower City High School where news correspondent Jackie Thomas is on the scene.”

The video cut to a woman with black hair and bundled in warm clothes holding a microphone with the police and spotlight from the helicopter behind her. “Thank you, Dan,” she said. “We are on the scene at Tower City High School where a group of people in dinosaur costumes have taken the baseball team hostage.” A bird’s eye view image of Eorpast standing in front of Kyane with his claw raised flashed onto the screen. “It is unclear what they want at this time, but we will keep you updated with any changes as they come.”

It cut back to Dan in the studio. “Thank you, Jackie. We too will keep everyone watching up to date with the latest information as this story develops.” 

Damon and Hinotomi were both in the van and driving off before Dan finished his last sentence. The D13 briefcase was gone from the counter and was with Hinotomi in the back of the van while Damon gunned it downtown. Damon looked back at Hinotomi in his rear-view mirror. She was at a metal desk hooking up a laptop and typing away on it. The desk and chair were screwed down to the metal interior, with an internet jetpack hooked up. The van was normally used for off-site testing. Along the wall were folded up desks, cameras, and a mini-fridge for refreshments. “Everything good back there?” Damon asked. He turned onto the bridge. 

“Yep,” Hinotomi replied. She pulled up the news website and pulled up the same video they just saw. Using the video of Jackie, she traced the signal to the news van that was on scene and hacked into the audio and video feed. She then took the feed and sent it to Jerry’s computer as an embedded email file. “Now we just have to figure out how to tell Kyane we are here when we arrive.” 

“She’ll know. She’s a smart girl even when she doesn’t want to be.”

Fant4stic (2015) Review

I am still probably the only person in the world that likes this movie, well at least the first half. With Josh Trank making a comeback with his latest film “Capone”, I thought it only right to review his other films too. Trank is a guy I’m sure we all know because of the controversy around this film. There are a lot of he said/she said stories that came out of the production and while I’m not one that’s going to sit here and pick sides, I will just say that I am a big fan of Trank and his work on Chronicle and what I feel like was really good in this movie. This review will be posted after I have seen Capone which I haven’t yet, so I will not be making any comparisons between the two. This is simply how I felt after watching it again for the first time in several years to see if I still felt the same about it.

As I said in my opening line, I am probably the only person in the world that likes this movie. When I say that though, it really isn’t the movie as a whole rather that it’s just the first half of the film that absolutely love. This film is really a tale of two directors or two visions at the halfway point. I don’t know all of the specifics, but it is very clear that there were reshoots done and no really focus or story going into the second half of the film once our characters all get their powers.

That second half is an absolute train wreck that I can’t defend even with how much I really do like this movie. It’s a shame that something did happen to split this movie as much as it did, but the first half I will go back to as being very awesome. I know it’s not for everyone and not your typical “Fantastic 4” story, but it’s a super power origin story with horror elements that feels perfect. Does it work really well as a Fantastic 4 story? I don’t really know and honestly I don’t really care. What I loved most about the first half is how different this movie is than most of your other ones coming out.

Sure it’s trying to do the whole be darker thing that a lot of super hero movies tried to do after The Dark Knight, but it was also different. It felt more in line with Trank’s work on Chronicle where it feels more realistic with how the characters react in the circumstances. What made Chronicle so good was that it looked at the main characters as a group of guys in high school and how they would actually act if they had super powers. We could relate to them easily because we all likely would have done the same thing.

He keeps with this line of focus in Fantastic 4 because it shows how we all would likely react in the horror like circumstances. He could have easily taken it a more subtle approach and made it all happy go lucky like the original Fantastic Four films, but I love that he wanted to do something different and give us some horror elements to it. Because of that, we get some truly terrifying moments when our characters are gaining their powers. It really works because it puts in perspective how real having powers could be rather than everything going as smooth as it always does in these super hero films.

I will hype up the first half of the film all day long because it feels like true Josh Trank style very much in the vein of Chronicle and what I was expecting. It is of course after that when the editing becomes choppy and the story loses all focus and any point of story with the only highlight being Victor Von Doom. That does also bring me to one thing that Trank is very good at. Casting.

It’s funny to look back at Chronicle now because it had Dane Dehaan and Michael B Jordan before they got big and now you realize how awesome it is that they were in such a small movie before. One of the true highlights of this movie is of course the casting. The most controversial one being Michael B Jordan as Johnny Storm which isn’t fair because he’s an absolute perfect casting for the character despite all of the haters out there. It’s only rounded out perfectly with Kate Mara, Miles Teller, Jamie Bell, and Toby Kebbel. I could probably sit here and hype up how much I love all of these actors, but I would really just like to highlight Teller and Kebbel as Reed and Victor.

Miles is a guy that I have loved mostly after seeing Whiplash, but I loved his casting as Reed and he pulls it off very well, the best casting though other than Michael B Jordan is Kebbel. He is an actors that I will watch in anything he is ever in. He as the chops in this sort of presence that makes him the perfect kind of villain. In this case he’s awesome and when he comes back and starts exploding people’s heads is awesome too, but it all falls apart because there just isn’t a story after he comes back.

That’s the biggest problem with this movie, that it seems someone came through and completely gutted the second half of this movie to make it run so off the tracks that you would be better off watching a real train wreck. There is just no story or focus after they get their powers and the movie suffers because of that. As I said earlier, I’m not going to pick sides, but let me just say this. It is very clear that the first half is directly in the vein of Josh Tanks style while the second half is as if he was painting a picture and someone cut off all of his fingers.

It’s just an absolute shame because this movie had so much potential under his direction and I feel like it shows early on. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like we will ever see the movie that he envisioned, sorry Trank Cut supporters out there. I’m with you, but it will never happen. The only thing we can hope for is that moving forward hopefully he won’t have any issues putting forth his vision in a project of his. And it sounds like Capone is a good example of him having a great time working and truly giving us his vision. Except that it should’ve kept Fonzo as the title.

Look, I can’t recommend this movie for anyone to watch because overall it’s not a good movie and I know that. This is easily one of the top guilty pleasures for me and I am probably the only person in the world that actually likes it, but hey if you want to watch it then give it a shot. If you have seen this movie and you have your own comments or questions then be sure to comment below or send an email to TowerCityMedia@gmail.com and be sure to follow us @TowerCityMedia