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Before Topsy had a chance to demand an explaination, they suddenly heard a low rumbling sound. Rocks began rolling off the side of the pile that had formed just minutes earlier. The group turned their attention to it. The rocks continued shaking, and rolling. Pebbles first rolled down, and then rocks, and finally a few boulders. A low moaning could be heard.

Ducky perked up, her eyes filled with hope. "S-S-Spike...?"

As if on cue, a beaked green head poked through the rumble, large lazy purple eyes staring at her with a look of pain and confusion. "What happen...?" The shaky voice muttered. The large stegosaurus suddenly stumbled through the pile, having no injuries except a few small cuts and scrapes.

"Spike!" Ducky shouted with glee, and rushed towards her injured brother. "You're alive!"

Spike winced as Ducky wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled faintly. "Messa okay. Nearly die, though." He licked her face.

"I'm so glad you're all right." Ducky whispered.

The others looked happy as well. Only Littlefoot wasn't cheering. He was busy eyeing the rock pile. It wasn't only Spike that was causing those rocks to move. If Dil and Ichy survived, then they wouldn't have much to worry about. But if Chomper survived, that's a whole different story.

"Littlefoot?" Rex said, looking at his longneck friend.

"Hmm?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh...nothing." Littlefoot lied, quickly turning his head away from the rock pile. Rex didn't look convinced, and expressed it with a small glare. Littlefoot gulped. "Okay, okay... I was looking at the gathering of rocks over there." He gestured towards it with his head. "I don't think Spike's the only one who survived."

Rex nodded. "My thoughts exactly. Chomper's pretty tough." He reluctantly admitted.

They were interrupted by Mr. Threehorn, who was walking towards them with a serious look on his face. "All right, you two. You say you know the sharptooth's name is Chomper. Does this mean you know him personally?" He asked in an accusing tone.

Tria was standing right beside him. "Now now, dear. Don't get too mad."

Mr. Threehorn smiled softly at her for a brief moment. "I won't, I promise."

Littlefoot shook his head. He knew Mr. Threehorn wouldn't be able to keep that promise for long. He knew the threehorn still wasn't under good terms with Rex. How would he be able to handle the fact that his own daughter became friends with the very sharptooth, who in the end wound up killing her? He could only imagine Topsy going berserk and trying to kill the sharptooth himself. Maybe he'd fair better, being bigger.

"As I was trying to say before, when I and the others were still children," Littlefoot began, "We followed egg stealers into the Mysterious Beyond. We were trying to get Ducky's egg back. But we wound up taking a sharptooth's egg instead." Mr. Threehorn's eyes widened a little at this statement. "By the time we figured out it was a sharptooth's egg until it had hatched. The baby sharptooth we named Chomper, and he was...used to be...the friendliest sharptooth we met."

Littlefoot inhaled. "The two sharptooth who invaded the valley were his parents, or so we thought. They left the valley after they had found Chomper. They even saved my life when I was harrassed by the egg stealers."

Tria spoke up, "But if Chomper was your friend, why did he turn on you?"

Topsy rolled his eyes. "That's easy. He's a sharptooth! They do that."

The longneck cleared his throat. "It's because he thinks we ruined his life, and killed his real father." He closed his eyes and lowered his head a bit. "We can't convince him he's wrong. We don't know what to do."

"Well I know!" The male threehorn raised his head high in the air. "We must kill him!"

Ducky looked a bit shocked. "What?"

"It's the only way!" The old threehorn shouted.

Rex looked at Littlefoot. "I hate to admit it, but for once I agree with the old guy." Littlefoot looked at him. "I mean, we can't talk him out of this. You saw the look in his eyes, Littlefoot. He's serious."

Littlefoot nodded. "Yes, I know. I know."

"Look out!" shouted Tria all of a sudden. There was a loud crash! Then something knocked into Mr. Threehorn, something large and heavy. The threehorn cried out in pain as he rolled across the dirty floor, feeling a few of his bones crack under the pressure. "No!" The female triceratops crushed towards her fallen friend. Before she could reach him, a set of sharp horns thrust towards her, knocking her away!

"Chomper!" Rex cried out angrily. "Why did you do that!"

The blue sharptooth, who apparently survived, scowled. He ignored Rex, and turned his direction towards Spike. "Spike, you may have succeeded in killing my two henchmen, but you failed to have killed me..." He started walking towards that direction. "Now there's no landslide you can cause out here... Time for a rematch, Spike."

Suddenly Ali jumped in the way. "No...if you're going to fight anyone, it's me!" She shouted bravely. Chomper chuckled at this, but said nothing. At this point, he didn't care who he fought. Ali may not have been there when he was taken away from his real father, but she was still prey in his eyes. "I won't let you hurt him!"

Chomper could hear Mr. Threehorn's groans of pain, and suddenly got a different idea. He loved to make others suffer, even if they aren't his targets. He knew Tria loved Mr. Threehorn. He turned and walked away from Ali, confusing her. He made his way towards the wounded threehorn, and stood next to him. "I got a better idea." He announced, raising his clawed foot. "I'd rather stall my time killing you. Today will not be the day."

As soon as he said that, he kicked his foot down, and made deep gashes in the threehorn's side. The threehorn cried out in severe pain as blood rushed from his side. Chomper then opened his mouth and closed it around Mr. Threehorn's face. The entire group, including Tria, could only close their eyes and turn their heads away as the sharptooth crushed Topsy's head just as he crushed Cera's head. Tria was sobbing softly as her old friend was killed right in front of her.

Blood spilled all over the place, and bits of bone clung to the sharptooth's mouth. He smiled, exposing his teeth. They had pieces of bone and flesh and were stained with blood. "You are right, Littlefoot. Very right. I do like to kill more than I like to eat." He laughed.

Rex felt a few tears curl down his face. "Why you...monster... Why must you keep killing? Why!" He took a step forward. "Haven't you forgotten the adventures we used to have together?"

Chomper didn't flinch. "Those are behind me now."

Rex was about to charge forward when he was interrupted by Littlefoot. "No, you're still a little hurt. Maybe you should heal a bit first before attacking, Rex."

Rex shook his head. "No, Littlefoot. I have to fight him...now."

Chomper smiled. "How touching..." He whispered. Then he said loudly, "If you wanna fight me Rex, now's the time to do it!"

Littlefoot tried to convince Rex to not attack, but he knew it was hopeless. Rex, despite the pain, was already running towards Chomper for the confrontation. This would be an interesting fight. A sharptooth against a sharptooth, claw against claw. Chomper just stood there as Rex ran towards him, mouth open and claws outstretched for battle...