Like To Kill
#6 of Out of the Shadows: AnthroLover's Version
Part 6, now online.
Ducky closed her eyes tightly, thinking that now that Cera was gone, there was nothing that could stop the sharptooth from killing her too. The sharptooth looked at her hungrily, and walked forward, prepared to slice his teeth into her flesh as well.
"NO!" Came a loud voice, and a long tail lashed out of nowhere and struck the hunter in his side, knocking him down. Ducky looked, surprised, and found Littlefoot standing there, teeth clenched together. The sharptooth, surprised to find another challenger, struggled to his feet. He raised his horned head towards the longneck and snarled.
"Littlefoot? I'm surprised to see you here." He smiled.
Littlefoot turned his head, and noticed Cera's dead body. Eyes wide with shock, he muttered, "Cera...? No..." He closed his eyes and let a couple of tears fall through, and then he gave the sharptooth a look that could kill if it had the power to. "You... Why are you doing this...?" He took a step forward. "Sharpteeth are supposed to kill when they are hungry, but you...you do it whenever you please, don't you?"
The sharptooth grinned, exposing his long sharp teeth to the longneck. "Is that a problem, dear little longneck?" He tilted his head, the same dark smile on his snout. "After all, it is called 'survival of the fittest', is it not?"
"It doesn't mean you can kill anything anytime you want!" Littlefoot shouted.
The sharptooth chuckled. "My my, what a temper you have..." He shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should learn to control your temper."
But Littlefoot wasn't listening. He was so angry, he could've shot lasers from his eyes and killed the sharptooth. His body grew tense from the anger, his face turning red. "You like to kill...more than you like to eat..." He stared the sharptooth straight in the eye. "Isn't that right!" He shouted. He couldn't take his mind off what happened to Cera, Lizzie, and Dusty.
The predator grinned. "Control your anger. Stress is a killer."
Littlefoot's eyes widened. "So are you!"
"I guess there's no use in talking to you." He shrugged. He started to turn around and vanish into the forest once again, but Littlefoot called to him.
"Where do you think you're going!" He yelled. "I'm not finished here!"
The sharptooth shrugged. He looked back at Littlefoot, eyeing him through the backside of his red eye. "Well I am. You see, Littlefoot...I don't want to fight you, not yet..." His lips curled back into an evil snarl. "But I promise you that you and I will face one another...very soon." He chuckled. He disappeared into the forest.
As soon as he was gone, Littlefoot ran towards Ducky, and lowered his head. "Ducky, are you okay?"
Ducky glared at him. "Do I look okay?"
"Uhh...no..." Littlefoot muttered.
"I still haven't found Petrie..." Ducky said, hoping to draw Littlefoot's mind away from what happened to Cera.
Littlefood answered, "Not surprised. Spike and I couldn't find him either."
The swimmer struggled to her feet, and leaned against Littlefoot for support. They started walking back towards their homes near the center of the valley. "Littlefoot? How did you know where I was?"
Littlefoot smiled slightly. "I followed the screams."
Ducky chuckled a little. "That loud, huh?"
"Booming." Littlefoot said.
As they headed towards the center of the valley, they were greeted by Spike. He had his head low, as if something was wrong. Littlefoot and Ducky approached him as quickly as they could.
"Spike?" Ducky asked, staring at her step-brother.
"Hi, Ducky..." His voice trailed off. He shuffled his feet, and eyed Ducky and Littlefoot. "Topsy want you."
Littlefoot and Ducky were taken aback. "What?"
Spike nodded. "Yes. He want to see you. Messa dinks it very important." He pointed his head towards where Mr. Threehorn was waiting. Littlefoot and Ducky looked at each other, and started walking towards that direction, joined by Spike.
Littlefoot started wondering what Mr. Threehorn wanted with him. It couldn't possibly be about Cera's death. It just happened. And he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Maybe it was about the sharptooth incidents. That must be it.
As they were approaching the center of the valley where they held the meeting, Littlefoot could see Mr. Threehorn standing right there, looking at him. And by the looks of his face, he didn't look very happy, not happy at all...