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kierthos ([personal profile] kierthos) wrote2012-09-28 08:26 am

micro-fiction

The roar of the beast cut through the air as we ran away from it. "Tell me that's not a t-rex!" I said, once we found some cover.

"It's not a t-rex." Sheila replied.
"You're not just saying that because..."
"No."

I glanced out from under the thick awning. The 'not a t-rex' had picked up a cop car in it's jaws and was shaking it back and forth. Very Jurassic Park. Or something.

"Okay, if it's not a t-rex..."
"It's a genetic construct created by Doctor Cretaceous. I don't know... he likes dinosaurs and has the attention span of a six-year-old."
"Right. And this might seem like a dumb question..." we moved down the street as something shiny and flying distracted the 'not t-rex', "but why hasn't the Army or the Air Force or someone just shot the damn thing with some missiles?"

Sheila pulled me into a building entry-way. "Look there. See that crystal thing implanted in it's chest? Bio-nuclear reactor. If it detonates, it takes out everything in several city blocks. It's also how Cretaceous gets the stupid things to maturity so fast."

"Goddamn it, if I get out of this, I swear, I'm going to fix the dimension-hopper and go home. Why the hell I ever thought living in a comic-book universe would be fun, I don't know."

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