Gideon was happy. Trapped on a deserted island with a barrier between him and the real world and horrible mystery overshadowing him, this was probably the best day of his life. That included the day his foster parents adopted him. This was good, and real, and it was one of those moments that would last an eternity.
(Here begins what I have planned from the beginning of this RP. The monster formula is lion, lynx, belcher's sea snake {yes, I know}, inland taipan {grafted} and in some, cobra and/or northern goshawk.
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Inhuman screams came from the jungle. Gideon drew back and turned to see creatures coming from the woods. They were leonine, but smaller. Their manes were -
writhing. Some of them had wings. Gideon turned to Connie, his voice suddenly hard, "Get the others to safety. Make sure you have the guns. Don't even
think about fighting with me. I'm going to hold off as many as I can. You need to run as fast as you can to warn the others. Some of these things are going to follow you. Don't stop. Don't look back. Don't argue. One of us has to get to the others, so go.
NOW!" He turned and ran to the monsters. The moment their eyes locked on him, they attacked. He was armed with nothing but his fists - but thanks to his gifts, those were deadly.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Skulls and ribs shattered on impact. They paused for a moment, surprised at their prey. Then one swooped downward and raked it's claws across Gideon's back. He screamed through gritted teeth and hit it out of the air. It was a battle. Somehow, he hadn't processed their manes until one came at him. They were composed of greenish-brown snakes, writhing and hissing and striking. The fangs on the cat monsters were huge - and dripping venom. He dodged another and punched another's skull. Then one of the serpents bit him in the left arm. A numbness and a swelling began to take over it. After an actual minute that felt like an hour, it was useless and he was only using his right arm. But he was still alive, and they were dying. More fell. Claws raked across him, but at this point he barely felt anything.
CRACK! CRACK! His breathing was heavy and he felt sick.
(Here begins the end. This is best pictured in slow motion. Turn off the music and
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He pictured Connie. Not as he had last seen her, but torn to pieces by these creatures. All of his friends here, he pictured in front of him as bloody, mutilated carcasses. A rage fell over him and he attacked with new power. He didn't process the sounds around him or the fiery pain in him, just the images in his head. Then a snake bit him in the leg, eventually numbing it, making him drag it behind him. One turned to him and sprayed him in the eyes. A few seconds later he was blind. He was cold. But there were more - there were more, but he was gone. The poison and blood loss had finally killed him. And the creatures were coming for the students of Aquila High.