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  Taken by the T-Rex

  Christie Sims and Alara Branwen

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  Smashed bodies and pieces of bodies littered the valley floor as the small band of hunters looked down on the devastation which the big lizard had wrought. Most of the bodies which lay scattered throughout the village had been partially eaten, huge bite marks severing limbs or heads. The young woman had seen twenty two summers in this small village and now it was gone. The big lizard had stamped through the huts, destroying homes and killing at random.

  A few of the villagers who had escaped the big lizard must have spotted the hunting party and returned to the smashed homes from which they had fled. The small hunting party made their way down the valley sides to the devastated village and Drin looked around her with tears in her eyes.

  The big lizard had entered from the same direction as the big light rises in the sky, kicking the houses apart like birds’ nests and snapping its great jaws shut on the defenseless people inside. It looked as if the beast had made for the next small group of huts where it had just killed the old women inside, snapping them in half and allowing the pieces to fall and become tangled with the building from which it had taken them.

  Drin screamed her anguish as her eyes fell upon the smashed body of her mother. Her legs had been savagely bitten off and eaten, allowing blood to splash across the crushed walls of her home. One of her mother's hands had been bitten off and was gone completely. Drin wept as she rocked the ruined body back and forth, making a small keening sound in the back of her throat. Some of the men who hunted with her had found the remains of their own families and were weeping openly. Grul could find nothing of his woman apart from a severed foot which he carried around the remains of his home, bellowing at the sky.

  The floor was slick with blood, and scattered loops of purple and red innards from a pair of severed legs without a torso had tripped several people as they walked among the destruction. A finger, a hand, a head, some hair; Drin found numerous pieces of people she had known as she walked around as if in a trance.

  “What are we going to do?” Drin demanded of Grul as she reached the man's smashed home. He offered the foot he carried and looked blankly back at her with tears streaming down his face. “What are we going to do?” Drin repeated pushing the foot away. As no coherent response was forthcoming, she moved off and looked for someone else to ask.

  Drin, Grul and the few remaining villagers had finally built a massive fire and gathered around it, their senses dulled by the day's events and large quantities of srad. Srad was a fruit with mildly narcotic properties- tonight the villagers ingested large quantities of it in order to feel the narcotic effects. Drin lay near the fire, watching the light from the flames dance across her skin, making patterns of shadow and light which her drugged senses made into animals she knew.

  In her mind, Drin saw herself running across the plain, chasing one of the small lizards who the village relied upon for food. Grul and two others, Vam and Tris, had managed to chase one away from its pack and now she was on its trail. She held her rock-tipped long stick loosely in her hand as she trotted after the green skinned animal, her other hand gripped the handle of her valuable cutter tightly so she would not drop it. The cutter was basically a hand axe with a handle as long as her forearm and a stone axe head, hard to make and harder to replace. Drin knew the exact spot she had to hit with the long stick in order to bring the creature down; when the lizard sprung up to clear a fallen log, she launched the spear into the soft flesh of its belly, just forward of the leg.

  In her drug-fueled hallucination, Drin imagined cresting the log only to see the small lizard begin to grow and stretch, bones lengthening rapidly and pushing the flesh out at odd angles. Her long stick fell uselessly to the ground as the thing morphed into a big lizard. The big lizard which had killed her mother and smashed her home. Fear gnawed at her insides as vision-Drin finally managed to turn and run just as the big lizard gained its huge back legs and the meter-long feet which could smash the life from her with ease.

  Her body began panting as she lay, glassy eyed, by the fire; in the hallucination, her lungs burned for air as she ran headlong through the underbrush. Vines snagged at her hair and branches slapped her face as she ran, one of the branches driving the serrated edge of a leaf painfully into her eye, the sharp edge dragging across the soft orb. She screamed- both in the hallucination and in life. Still the Tyrannosaurus Rex chased her across the landscape of her drugged mind. Her surroundings changed abruptly, blurring and altering into a rocky mountain path where the jagged pebbles which littered the floor slashed viciously at the bare skin of her feet.

  Still the big lizard came for her, its two-inch long teeth bared in rage as it scrabbled up the path toward her. Drin ran on, beginning to hobble on her bloodied and torn feet. Next to the fire, her body had curled into a fetal position and was whimpering pathetically, though none of her village mates knew or cared. When you took the srad, you were left alone. Drin ran until her legs would no longer function from the pain and damage she’d wrought on her feet. Still, she managed to hobble and move up the grey rocks of the mountain, away from the wrath of the big lizard.

  Without warning, the scene altered once more and Drin found herself back in her village. The huts were intact and her people were still people. For now.

  Drin ran headlong through the village, screaming a warning to all those who would listen. Not one of her friends took any notice. She reached her home and dashed inside to find her mother engaged in some pointless task and shouted at her to run. Drin's mother simply continued her mindless task until she heard the screaming roar of the big lizard coming from the eastern end of the valley. Her head snapped up, eyes wide as terror shot through her and Drin watched as her mother stepped outside the hut to be savaged by the huge jaws of the slavering beast. Drin screamed and screamed as her mother's body was ground into mince by the vast maw of the big lizard.

  By the light of the dying fire, Drin's screams rent the night, causing a few of her village mates to groan and turn in their own drug induced sleep.

  The morning dawned bright and clear, birds singing in the trees as a gentle breeze ruffled Drin's hair, waking her. She stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the effects of her narcotic induced slumber. Grul approached and stared at her pert breasts hungrily before he offered her some water in a stone bowl. Drin dipped her fingers into the cool water and splashed some on her face, drinking from the bowl as Grul stared at her semi-naked body.

  “What are we going to do?” Drin asked Grul.

  “Why do you ask Grul?” The burly man asked, “Grul not know what to do.” His eyes traveled over her curves and muscular frame, saying without words exactly what he wished to do. Drin was used to being stared at by men, from the time of her first blood she had had offers to share the beds of the various men in the tribe. She had waited until she was older before she had allowed one of the younger men to have her; the whole experience had been thoroughly boring and pa
inful to Drin and she had not bothered to do it again. All that she needed to be happy was the thrill of the hunt.

  Drin rose and shoved the bowl back into Grul's hands before making her way across to another group of people who were talking quietly among themselves.

  “What are we going to do about the big lizard?” Blank stares were all the response she got. “We must kill it!” Drin shouted. “For revenge! For our dead! For our homes!” Drin was angry now- why did these pathetic fools believe they were safe now? “What happens when it comes back?” The comment was greeted by some grumbling responses and a few shouts of fright. Drin held up her priceless cutter and shouted “I want a meet!”

  That afternoon, after a pitiful meal of a few scraps of scavenged meat and collected berries washed down with river water, Drin approached the circle of men and women who had gathered at her call. As the ruling Elders had all been eaten, at least partially, there was no one to preside over the meet, so Grul had been promoted as one of the older men here and a hunter. Alongside him was a woman of thirty summers named Srie. Srie had lost all her children, either on the hunt or to the big lizard attack, and Drin had no idea what she might advise. Each member of the village who had seen more than thirteen summers could speak their mind at the meet, guiding the lives of all the villagers and helping to shape the future of all.

  Drin stepped into the center of the circle and held her cutter aloft, turning in a slow revolution and making eye contact with each member of her reduced tribe. She used her cutter to punctuate her speech as she called to the small group sitting around her.

  “I am Drin, chief huntress and second only on the hunt to Grul.” She thrust her cutter at the older man, “I called this meet to tell all gathered that we must kill the big lizard.” There was a grumble from the assembled people, most of whom knew why they were here. Drin continued, “I say this because the big lizard will return to finish what it began!” The grumbles came once more, punctuated now by shouts and calls of fear; no one wished a repeat of yesterday's massacre. “We must make sure the big lizard does not return to kill our people again!”

  “We should make plans and leave!” Srie cried, “I have no one left to grieve over, the big lizard has taken the last of my family and home, but my heart goes out to the rest of you. How many more children must die? How many bed partners?” Srie pointed at Drin, “Drin the huntress calls for revenge and I understand her reasons, but I can't see how we can kill it.”

  “Then we should injure it so that it never comes back.” Drin advised, “Grul, what do you say?” The gruff man looked as if he would like to be anywhere but here. He stood, allowing everyone to see the bulging muscles and battle scars which showed he had led a hunter’s life,

  “Grul think Drin is right,” there was uproar at the meet. Grul raised his hands for silence. “Grul think Srie is right too.”

  This statement was followed by confused whispers and murmuring before an unknown someone shouted, “Explain yourself, Grul!”

  The burly man scanned the audience, looking for the shouter. “What Grul means,” Grul explained patiently, “Drin has good thought for killing big lizard. Srie also has good thought in saying we can't fight big lizard. We are small, he is big. We can't win.” As easily as that, Drin's plans for revenge died as almost the entire village voted against hunting the big lizard.

  The group of settlers decided on moving to another, hopefully safer, area. They packed up what meager belongings they could find and set out on the long journey. They spent four days and four nights in the wilderness, shuffling quietly along so that the animals around them did not detect their presence. On the dawning of the fifth day, the group of dispossessed people came to a flat plain with a river running alongside it.

  Drin immediately set out on the hunt, chasing a deer which had been grazing in the middle of the field. Birds, butterflies and jumping insects scattered before her as she raised her long stick, aimed it at the deer and threw. Her stick flew in a graceful arc, the weighted stone point ramming down into the neck of the deer which fell immediately to the floor, shaking. Drin caught up with the deer and raised her cutter, delivering a massive killing blow to the back of its head.

  She returned to the settling people, covered in blood and carrying the deer carcass. Drin dumped the carcass in the center of the forming settlement for others to butcher and strip of all useful parts. The hide would be used for clothing, bones for tools and decoration, all the meat would be eaten, and the entrails dried and used as twine for building. Srie approached her for the first time since the meet and spoke to her,

  “I can understand you are angry with me.” Srie said. Drin looked at her,

  “You are not responsible for the village vote,” Drin said. “I am not angry with you, Srie, you said what you believe is right- which is as a village Elder should. It is a pity the people voted to move and not fight because when the big lizard comes again it is them who will pay the price.”

  “Them?” Srie asked, “What about you?”

  Drin looked around at the plain they had decided upon trying to settle and sighed. “My da died on the hunt many summers ago and my ma was killed by the big lizard. I have nobody left for it to kill except me. If I die, I won't care, will I?” Srie was saddened by the young woman's words but said nothing else.

  Some weeks passed with Drin and Grul leading hunts and the villagers making new huts. Fish were discovered in the river and their nutrients were added to the diet provided by the land. Memories became short as the days rolled by and people got on with their lives. New bedfellows were chosen and mated, ensuring that the population continued. An air of complacency crept into the psyche of the people. More than a few individuals sneered at Drin and her dire predictions concerning the big lizard and their sidelong glances were accompanied by laughter.

  Two months passed before the Tyrannosaurus Rex struck again.

  A summer storm had blown in, darkening the skies and forcing all but the hardiest of the villagers to shelter inside their makeshift homes, hiding from the violent rain which hammered from the sky. From one end of their plain to the other, the grass was flattened by pouring rain, branches were blown from trees in the forests nearby and the river was whipped into a frothy torrent.

  Drin stood in the open, her fair hair plastered to her neck and shoulders as she marveled at the power contained in nature. Lightning flashed, illuminating the whole plain, and cold fear shot into her chest and stomach as she saw the shape of the big lizard stalking across the plain towards them. She screamed wordlessly and ran to the nearest hut where Grul and Srie now shared a bed.

  “It's come for us!” Drin yelled into the living space as Grul rolled off of Srie, annoyance crossing his face at her interruption of his rutting and he stood with his erection pointing at Drin as she tried to make him understand. It was Srie, however, who noticed Drin had become deathly pale and shook like an infant. The woman who had stood against her in the meet almost sprang from her bed and threw a loincloth at Grul,

  “Cover yourself, man,” she ordered him, “The big lizard has found us!” Both she and Drin ran through the new huts, screaming the news and rousing people who were taking the opportunity of the storm to rest or have sex.

  Before long, most of the survivors of the last attack stood in the driving rain, soaked and cold, shaking through nerves and fright as they all scanned the area around them, looking for any sign of the thing which had brought so much death to their families. Nothing showed itself for the duration of the heavy rain. As the storm petered out to become a light mist, several people turned to Drin and looked at her as if they wished she were dead and several more turned to go back to the shelter of their homes or return to the work they had been doing before the storm struck. Drin lowered her long stick and met the disappointed stares of Srie and Grul.

  Which was the exact moment when the trees nearest them exploded.

  Pieces of deadwood were thrown high into the air as the big lizard stamped into the clear, grassy are
a in which the villagers had chosen to make their new home. The Tyrannosaurus Rex had to be at least ten feet from head to tail and stood six feet high at the hip. It was partially covered in green plumage, filament-like feathers coating its underbelly and flanks. Drin knew this indicated that it was an adolescent; it would be attempting to mark out its territory, making it violently aggressive. The remainder of the big lizard was covered in overlapping scales, these ranged in color from dark green to grey, depending upon where they were positioned on the creature. It opened its mouth, revealing frightening teeth of varying lengths, and screamed a high pitched yell of rage, bringing fear to all who heard it.

  Running feet beat a tattoo on the wet grass as men, women, and children fled the monster they had believed would not come back. Only Drin stood her ground, grimly determined not to allow this big monster to take any more of her village mates. With her long stick in one hand and her cutter in the other, Drin stood in the ever-lightening mist as she watched the big lizard cautiously approach the huts.

  Its nostrils flared and saliva ran freely from its vast cavern of a maw. Every so often, the creature shuddered and a wave ran through the feathers covering its underbelly. Head and tail stuck straight out fore and aft, making a horizontal line from which the legs extended dead center. It had beady little eyes in comparison to the size of its huge skull, but those eyes were the keenest on this entire plain, being at least three times more accurate than a human eye. Both small eyes were situated at the front of its head, giving it amazing depth-perception and all round sight.