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Chapter Ten
The M Unit Strikes Back
Bomber pulled the necromancer up by the hair, and just as he was about to send Smoke and Ice back to the secret chamber in the bunker to retrieve Melvyn, the sky rippled, and a weird vortex opened up; lightning cracked, and thunder boomed as a purple cloud swirled unnaturally being pulled into the blackness.
“Back to the ship, guys,” he ordered. “We’ve
got about a minute before that rift closes and Melvyn vanishes again.”
Their ship was just around the corner, hidden
from view down a tiny lane. They jumped on board. Smoke and Shadow rushed to
the cockpit, and the engines came online with a shudder. The craft lifted off
the ground and shot straight into the collapsing rift.
“I thought the tracker would be enough to find
him?” Ice commented as Bomber threw the necromancer into a steel anti-magic crate,
slammed the lid shut and locked it.
“Yeah, but that rift, that’s something else,”
he said. “And if Melvyn goes through that, the interference from all that unknown
energy may block our tracker, so let’s not take the chance.”
“What about that thing?” Ice asked, pointing at
the whimpering wizard.
“He’s ok in there a while,” Bomber glared at
the box. “I’m letting him fester and stew while he awaits his inevitable fate.”
Ice kicked the box, his steel-toed stomper boots smashing into the crate. It sparked and fizzed, and the necro screamed. Ice crouched down. He was a huge cat, and he peered through the tiny grate
at the thing inside. Fangs bared, he growled, “You have no idea what I’m going do
to you. I’m gonna make you wish you’d died in that garden.”
“Hey!” Bomber nudged the white cat. “You get in line, this scum-sucking-festering-sack of flea excrement is mine first, and I’ve got something truly delightful in mind; hair raising in fact. But let’s go get Melvyn first!”
Melvyn’s heart pounded as the shadowy figure advanced, each step sending tremors through the
barren landscape. His claws dug into the cold, cracked earth beneath him, but
there was no escape. The air around him felt thick like the very atmosphere was
holding its breath.
“You will not survive here,” the figure
rasped, its voice chilling and otherworldly. “You do not belong in this
dimension.”
The words echoed in Melvyn’s mind, but before
he could respond, a low growl rumbled from the horizon. His fur still quivered,
and he instinctively braced himself, muscles taut and ready for whatever was
coming next.
Then, the ground beneath his feet trembled violently, and the unmistakable roar of engines filled the air. For a moment, Melvyn thought he was imagining things, but the rumbling grew louder and closer until the source became undeniable.
A sleek, black transport craft—much like a
lorry but streamlined and designed for rapid dimensional travel—rocketed over
the jagged landscape, kicking up a storm of dust and debris. The sound of
powerful engines reverberated through the air, and a ship came into view,
followed by a flash of blue light from the side as a hatch opened.
“Melvyn!” Bomber’s voice rang out, gruff and
commanding, “Get in, now!”
Melvyn found himself closer to the ship than
the T.T.T.B. and dashed toward it as the figure’s voice grew more insistent in
the background, but his mind remained focused on one singular goal—reaching
safety.
But the malevolent figure continued its attack.
With a flick of its hand, the earth itself seemed to split open, and a torrent
of shadowy tendrils surged toward Melvyn, grabbing at his legs and pulling him
down into the black abyss below. His claws scraped against the hard ground, but
it was no use as he was still trying to grip Vera 5.0 in the black box—the
tendrils tightened, and he was dragged towards the opening chasm.
“NO!” Melvyn’s voice cracked as he fought
against the pull, his mind racing. This can’t be how it ends. Not like this.
Just as the dark tendrils reached for his
throat, a sudden crash shook the air, and Bomber and Ice hurtled forward. Ice
dove towards the inky mass, and sharp claws slashed through the tendrils,
severing them with precision and ease. The darkness recoiled for a split second, and Melvyn was free.
“Hang on, Melvyn!” Bomber shouted, swooping down
and grabbing the kitten. “We’re not letting you go that easily.” Holding a
glowing laser sword in his other paw, he hacked at the thrashing tendrils, trying
to ensnare the kitten.
The ship hovered just above them, and Bomber’s
cold, calculating voice crackled over the comms. “This mission just got a whole
lot more complicated. Hold on tight. We’ve got a lot to deal with here.”
Melvyn barely had time to process what was
happening before Havoc, ever the silent one, appeared beside them, his form
moving like a phantom. In a blur of motion, he helped secure Melvyn in place,
pulling him swiftly towards the waiting ship.
Bomber’s voice cut through the chaos again. “Move!
Move! Move!” The engines of the ship rumbled, and in a precise, coordinated
move, the M Unit worked as one to get Melvyn onboard and away from the writhing mass, trying to engulf them all.
With one final yank, they were all on the ship.
The hatch slammed shut behind them, and the engines roared, and the ship rose
off the ground, dust swirling everywhere.
“Titan,” Bomber yelled. “Snare the telephone
box in the grab, and let’s go!”
The orange Maine Coon aimed and released the
snare, which wrapped around the T.T.T.B., hauling it toward the ship.
“Open the cargo doors!” Titan shouted.
“On it!” Viper replied as he hit the button,
and the heavy doors beneath the ship opened. A few moments later, he yelled. “The
telephone box is onboard. We’re good to go, Commander!”
The ship lurched upwards, propelling them away
from the sinister figure and the crumbling wasteland, leaving the haunting realm far below.
Melvyn gasped for air, disoriented but safe for
the moment. He was breathing heavily and trembling uncontrollably. He turned to
look at his unexpected rescuers, but the faces of Bomber, Havoc, Ice, and Titan were grim, their expressions taut with focus.
“Melvyn, are you ok?" Bomber asked. "Don't worry little dude, we're gonna get you out of here, wherever here is!"
Melvyn’s voice was shaky, still reeling from
the near-death experience, and he stuttered. “Ok!”
“Do we even know where THIS is?” Viper asked.
“Nope,” Bomber said, his voice low. “And we’re
not staying to find out. The fabric of this place is unstable. We’re getting
you out of here before it collapses completely.”
Melvyn glanced back out of one of the view
ports, watching as the desolate landscape began to crumble, the mountains
cracking apart, the very sky swirling with chaotic energy. They weren’t in a
dimension; they were in some kind of lost dimensional sinkhole, a dying world
that had reached its end.
The air grew heavy with the weight of the
unknown.
“What was that thing?” Melvyn asked, his voice
barely above a whisper. “That figure…?”
“We don’t know,” Ice replied.
Bomber growled low in his throat. “I don’t
care what it is. We're leaving this hell zone.”
As the ship rocketed through the swirling chaos, Melvyn
felt the cold grip of uncertainty tighten around him. They were far from safe.
They had only just escaped one threat, but how long before the next danger
found them?
“Vera?” Melvyn whispered shakily as he lifted
the black box still gripped in his paw. “Are you there?”
Vera’s voice responded, rather fraught. “MELVYN!
Thank Cod, whatever that was rendered me inert. Are we safe?”
“No,” he trembled. “We’re in the commando cats’
spaceship. They saved me.”
Vera hissed. “Where’s Astrid?”
“The T.T.T.B. is in the hold. They rescued it.”
“Oh, thank Cod again,” she sighed. “Let me scan
our current location.”
The ship shook and shuddered ominously as it flew
through the spiralling, chaotic sky.
“We’ve crossed into a highly volatile space, Melvyn. The rift is a breach in
time and space itself. We must recalibrate the coordinates before we end up
trapped here forever.” Vera 5.0 announced.
“We’re running out of time,” Shadow muttered,
his gaze fixed on the controls from the cockpit.
Melvyn looked at Bomber, who was in a taut conversation on the other side of the cabin. He unstrapped the safety harness, climbed off his seat, and carefully approached the big black cat. The ship lurched
sideways, and just as Melvyn was about to fly to the side, a paw grabbed his
backpack and hauled him upright.
The big cat picked him up off the ground and pulled him close. “Little dude, it’s dangerous. Let’s get you back to your seat.”
The ship surged through the roiling void. Melvyn couldn’t shake the feeling that the worst was still to come, and he said. “But Vera says you need to input new coordinates and fast; otherwise, we’ll be trapped here forever!”
**AND CUT**
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An excellent read, a real page turner or finger scroller
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ReplyDeleteI am a big Stephen King fan but this has me just as much in it's grip as his books do.
Wow, thrilling and exciting!
ReplyDeleteWow, this adventure keeps getting better and better. Such epic twist and turns!
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