A Little Hungry 9
By GhenKai, Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com
Rumble In The Mountains


Warning: For read ONLY by those of 18 years of age and up.

And so it continued to pour.

He yawned, trying to make the best out of his situation. He wasn't sure at all
how long it might've been raining so far; maybe one hour, maybe three. He
didn't care much about the cold water splashing down outside anyhow; he was
quite warm where he was now. He was currently laying in where was quickly
becoming the common place to be with his furred captor, and that place was
lying deep within the crevice between her dual mountainous bosoms. She was
once again laying down against the wall of the cave, her eyes closed and one
arm draped over the top of her immense bosom. It was a spot he was becoming
well accommodated to. Johnathan couldn't help but take long stares at the two
enormous beachballs he was trapped between; they rose so high and majestically
around him, a smaller peak resting at the top of each of those hills. While
her muscles that underlay her body were impossibly hard even in their relaxed
state, the thick fur and smooth skin that lined her body on the contrary made
her feel soft and cozy. And because of that and the great warmth he felt
generated by her body heat, he knew the cold of the air and cavern floor had
no effect on her. With his heels gently nudged between the crevice of a pair
of powerfully defined abs, he was as comfortable as he could manage, which was
surprisingly comfortable given the circumstances. Unfortunately, soft and cozy
suddenly became tight and inhibiting when she gave a small whining moan and
casually shifted herself onto her side.

The blackhaired policeman gave a surprised grunt as his weight was pressed
down against her left breast, the right, despite their firmness, placing a
'minimum' of it's weight pressing down hard agaiust his ribs. It wasn't as
great a position to be in as it might've looked; he feared that another
subconscious move might wind up leaving him a big red smear in the cleavage of
her densely packed mams. The confined policeman began to shift his own
position, successfully placing himself face down against her bottom mammary,
staring towards the ground and taking the pressure off of his sides.

For what might've been the 5th or 500th time, he thought about his
predicament, and all the events that lead up to it. It was all set off that
one night he caught her in the supermarket... she made it no secret that she
was attracted to him. Then the next day, she'd broke back into the place just
for the sake of meeting him again. Then the night inside that mysterious
building. She broke out of the room she'd been confined inside and sniffed him
out, later leaving with him. Then there was the sudden strong response she had
to him not long after breaking out of the building. If nothing else had not
blown his mind up till then, that surely did. After that was the stop she made
at that small store, and the long walk through the forest and crossing the
river. The attack by the bear that she defended him from. Through it all, he
still could not help but wonder what she had instore for him...

His mind continued to come back to the same answer, but he refused to accept
it, thinking that there must be much more to it than he sees, which he could
or could not be right about.

He noted that this was the first time he witnessed her actually sleep, or
maybe she was simply relaxing, waiting for the rain to stop so she could
continue her journey. Many thoughts began to swim through the policeman's mind
as he lay atop her huge breast. Staring at the semi truck (looking worst for
wear in places after the toss over the river) in the distance outside of the
cave reminded him that he was hungry, but he was in no position to quell that
desire. He began to worry what might've happened to his friend Bryan during
the time he was gone, and what could he be doing now. Probably trying to wake
up from this dream. He then wondered idly if the bear had recovered from those
two blows it received earlier, or if it was still alive anyhow. That thought
brought him to a new question, a question about the area of her limits. What
could stop her? She leapt through the multiple thick floors of that building
like it was nothing. And they were definitely using powerful armaments against
her down inside that building, and she was much too big a target for anyone
with two working eyes in their head to miss. From what he saw, she was nowhere
even close to being this invulnerable that first night at that supermarket.
But as she was now... The mythology behind werewolves and any other
supernatural creature always depicted them as being very powerful and almost
unstoppable except for blatant weaknesses, but at this point she seemed almost
invincible. But perhaps, she suffers from those weaknesses all werewolves are
said to have, which would be... silver? Wolfsbane? Holy water and stakes?

'No wait, the last one is only for vampires isn't it...?'

He felt a sudden small twitch in her muscles, which felt more like a convulse
for him as her chest tightened, squeezing the breath out of him before they
relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up resting on her left elbow,
immediately awake and fully aware of her surroundings. Her nose twitched as
she sniffed the cold air, her long ears turning back and forth as if she were
zeroing on something like sound radar. Obviously her senses caught something
as she rose to one knee, growling, resting one clawed hand against the ground.

'What's going on??' John wondered as he adjusted his position within her
cleavage.

Her growls became deeper as the sneer she had on her face revealed her
gleaming canines, rumbling against him. Her hand clenched as she rose to her
full height, scooping up a chunk of rock in the process, her chest tensing and
clenching against the poor man because of her deep breaths, threatening to
swallow up the smaller man it seemed. John could feel her fur begin to prickle
against him as they rose, each hair flaring out and standing on end. Her
twitching fingers slowly closed around the rock it held, transforming it
instantly into powder to seep through her fingertips. Undaunted, those large
fingers flexed, closing and opening in a half closed fist, the claws at the
ends of each one seeming to extend incredibly sharper and further, then relax
and regress to fluid motions.

Whatever she was seeing, or sensed, John was completely in the dark. The only
thing he could see outside the cave entrance was the steadily pouring rain and
the semi truck, it's metal gleaming slick from the sprinkling water. He tried
to concentrate and understand what got her so suddenly agitated, but it was
for not; he was willing to bet her primal senses were a multitude of times
better than his own. And between the sounds of her snarls, deep breathing and
the distracting rising and falling of her chest, it was hopeless.

Her body became rigid, sensing a change in the situation. Johnathan was still
in the dark, but his world was about to be lit up. It began slowly. He almost
didn't understand what was happening, and when it was done, he still wouldn't.
There was a loud eerie sound, like that of an inhuman roar mixed with that of
an unnatural jet engine powering up. An instant afterward, a hump molded
outward from the center of the truck's trailer, swiftly changing colors from
the dull black and white paint that covered most of it, to a glowing, raging
orange that began to melt and run down along it's side. A speck of pure white
light shined from the center of the hump, growing, overtaking the previous
orange color and eating it's way through, expanding in diameter and intensity,
threatening to swallow up everything. With squelching and melting metal, the
trailer savagely separated in two where this light plowed through, lighting up
the cave wall as it barged towards its target. Any of the food that was in the
path of the white hot bolt was almost instantly warmed, cooked, roasted,
burned and finally disintegrated into nothingness in less than a second,
whatever didn't simply fly out onto the ground. John felt like he was staring
into the blinding light that would lead him into his next life. He didn't see
when his female companion took a quick, worried glance down at the slackjawed
man nestled between her bosom, her glowing red eyes averting back the large
bolt of light streaming towards the two, intent on doing to them what it had
done to the truck. It soon did as prophesied, and swallowed them whole.

It'd been a very long day.

After being patched up, Bryan spent a large portion of his time being toured
around the designated safe areas of the injured building in the wheelchair. As
uncomfortable it made him feel to have Miang tediously stroll him around,
she'd actually volunteered to do so in the first place, and it was either that
or sleeping the day away and watching TV in the room he and John used to nap
in the day before. TV was out however, their room was one of the rooms that
didn't have their power back. He'd offered to use the crutches, but she
declined once again. It was easier and simpler to stroll him around than have
him limping about one step behind. And besides that, even the least damaged of
floors showed damage here and there, which could be dangerous for an injured
man to fall prey to. Sten was much too busy directing traffic and figuring out
what to do and where to go from here to spend any time with Miang like he'd
much rather do. Miang speaking of whom had been acting rather abnormal and
different from the sure but soft- spoken manner he once thought she carried
herself with during the while. Sometimes she would seem free and flighty,
carefree and bright-eyed. The next she could be miles away, blank, staring off
into space, detached. The face she wore was eager to ask a question, but
afraid of the consequences. It had him worried. All that had happened last
night undoubtfully still echoed in all their minds, and if so, Miang was still
plagued by how she'd acted. Things like that can leave devastating internal
scars to fester and grow, reopening later in life to taunt one at the mere
remembrance...Bryan was never one to delve into another's private life, but he
conceded as the two gathered in the library awaiting Sten's visit (he asked
them earlier to meet him there later that night), that it was best to confront
her.

Another thing that plagued his mind back and forth the entire today, was what
might've happened to his friend out there, with that massive behemoth. Maybe
he was simply extra food to divulge in later.

'Nah, some reason I doubt that. Maybe she'd taken him back to a whole tribe of
secret giant werewolves to be used and played with like a slave, or to make
him into another cursed denizen of the night just like them. Or maybe she
wanted him for herself to do just that... and afterward, set up for the
biggest org--'

"I got you a soda from the vending machine! I thought you would might be
thirsty too," Miang said as she walked into the room carrying two 32-oz.
bottles of Mountain Dew in her hands. John blinked twice, coming out of his
daydream.

"Hey thanks!" He answered, in a way glad she took him out off track of those
wild ideas he was having a moment ago, especially that last one.

'Still...' The forbidden thought continued to poke at his mind, 'She is a
living creature, and all creatures have needs... and she IS female...and he's
a man... and what the HELL am I thinking??' It was beginning to haunt him that
these thoughts were actually making more and more sense. The thought of the
gigantic were, placing the full grown man Johnathan between her mammaries and
grinding him between them playfully formed in his mind, making him raise an
eyebrow and crack a nervous smile at the thought. The image then began to
morph, and where John was, he was now trapped between instead, not sure at all
how to feel about this, though the small snicker he made betrayed him. Then he
remembered one of the story rumors about last night, that when 'she' took down
those heavily armed and armored troops, one of them nearly got crushed to
death like an aluminum can between those two enormous globes. The image of
himself in third person being suddenly splattered into a haze of little red
chunks wiped away his growing smirk, turned him blue in the face and his left
eye twitching in a small spasm.

"Bryan? R.U.O.K.?" Miang asked at the sudden set of eerie faces he made,
holding out his refreshment for him to take. Mentally throwing the latest
thoughts into a closet and bolting it shut, he took the drink gratefully but
was no longer in a rush to drink it, not until that last unsettling thought
cleared completely.

"But, are we supposed to be drinking inside the library?"

"Not normally, but it's okay so long as nothing gets damaged we don't make a
habit of it..."

"Bending the rules once in awhile retains sanity," Bryan stated, like some
unwritten commandment. Miang smiled at the little joke and sat down on her
side of the table, twisting off the cap of her own drink and sniffing at it a
moment, before finally taking a long sip. She reveled in the taste for a
moment, running her tongue about the inside of her mouth as if she never 'did
The Dew before', finally setting the bottle down and resting her chin on the
shiny oakwood table. Time rolled by slowly in the looming silence that
decorated of the area; it was completely deserted in the large place; the most
deserted it has probably ever been since the construction of the building.
Sten said he would meet them in the library around this time, but it looks
like he would be alittle late. Afterall, he has an entire building of injured
people, cracked water pipes, broken electrical wires and more to look after.

"...So, what's running through your mind?" Bryan asked, breaking Miang's blank
daze.

"Oh? ...Well... nothing, I guess...."

"That embarrassing?" He asked with a snide grin. Miang blushed, frowning.

"Your mind is in the wrong place," she answered simply. "I was mostly thinking
about all that happened last night..."

"Yea, it's still running through my mind too," Bryan admitted, finally
untwisting the cap on his drink and taking a long swig. He knew it was more
than that digging at her however. He had an idea what was bothering her, but
he wanted her to admit it first.

"...You can ask me it if you want," The blond haired policeman offered.

"What?"

"You look like something's been on your mind all day. What's wrong?" Miang
stared back down at her bottle of soda, considering her options.

"... It's nothing, really," She answered finally.

"Ahh, So it IS that embarrassing!" Bryan declared with a wide shit-eating
grin. Miang glared at him.

"NO! It's not like that! ...Well, no, not like your implying anyhow..."

"I won't tell a soul, and it's just you and me here. You need to open up
Miang. I know how it can be sometimes; everyone does." Bryan took a deep
breath before continuing.

Okay, you ask me your question, and I'll tell you something I've been thinking
about during this whole ordeal, okay?" Bryan hoped he wasn't being too snoopy.
But he wasn't about to tell her about the last thoughts that'd been on his
mind though. He shuddered visibly as the memory tried to resurface. The door
that held that memory confined seemed to swing open in his mind, before slabs
of wood appeared and slammed themselves against the door, followed by a shower
of nails boarding it up entirely.

".....What do you think of... of that werewolf from last night? The one that
took John?" Miang asked, as if there was a number of other 13-foot red haired
female werewolves running around internally rupturing large buildings.

"What I think?"

"... Do you... think of her as a monster?" The blue haired woman asked with a
sigh, pulling at a lock of hair that hung near her face alittle nervously. "We
saw how she looked earlier... human... laying on that bed... like a normal
girl... you wouldn't think she was capable of taking down most of a trained
SWAT team anyway. I saw when she was shocked unconscious, and she reverted
back to her normal self. I thought the Shokclamp was overkill, but she
survived it..."

She sighed, annoyed by her own rambling, deciding to hurry and make her point.

"I knew she was strong... but I hadn't thought she was capable of... well...
turning into something like that... something that ENORMOUS... POWERFUL...
unstoppable..."

She inhaled deeply for the last part...

"... And I might be turning into something like her."

Bryan stopped in the middle of his drink, understanding completely now. He
remembered the reason why she'd ran off last night, because she was raving
about becoming a monster herself. The pieces of the puzzle fell in place.

"Why do you think your going to become like 'her'?" Bryan asked, genuinely
intrigued, though alittle more worried for her than he was a moment ago.

"My blood is similar to hers," She stated. "I didn't know until yesterday, the
full significance of it... and last night when I met her like she was, face to
face... something was... 'triggered'... something that was dormant until
now... so I was wondering... what would people think of me after I turn into
something like what she is... or maybe I'll end up being something different
entirely... something... worst..." Miang looked over at Bryan, who was
listening intently, if not alittle distraught.

"What do you think of that girl, Parra, as she--?" Her gaze abruptly went from
Bryan's face towards a nearby bookcase. He didn't see what was so important
about that, but then he heard the click of a latch, followed by the light
squeak of an opening door inside of the library, more specifically at the
entrance.

"Hello, boss," "Miang said with sudden show of cheerfulness and a genuine
smile that could light up a room. Once again, her sudden positive change in
personality was hard to place with the gloomy and foreboding disposition she
had only a moment ago.

Meanwhile...

The impact seemed to shake cave itself. The heat was unbearable, flash frying
any threads of grass in its wake. The shockwave of blazing energy that plowed
into it's target awoke the bear, it's instincts kicking in and forcing it
despite it's cracked ribs and fractured jaw, to seek immediate refuge inside
of the cave.

Johnathan barely heard the howling whine of pain from his enormous companion
over the roar of white-hot power that was crashing into the giantess
werewolf's back, washing over her like a raging tide. He could feel the
tremendous heat lick at his own skin at a near scolding point; it was almost
overwhelming. But he was still alive, because 'she' managed to turn herself
around in time, cradling him close to herself as he took the brunt of the blow
to her exposed back. He was only feeling the residual heat from the streaming
wave. It then hit him like a ton of bricks that, of all she'd done in the past
two days during her present state; nearly crack an entire building in two,
walk through blazing artillery, destroy armored troops, dead leap through
series of floors, all without taking a scratch... this was actually hurting
her.

The raging bright inferno finally ceased. There were the two loud bangs of
red-hot rock cracking below her feet as she dropped to one knee and then the
other, sucking in air, grimacing and whining painfully. The blaring light from
the blast died away, leaving the same dank, dark cave they had never left,
John's eyes having to readjust themselves alittle painfully after being
exposed to such extreme bright color. He felt her straighten herself and once
again stand upright, growling as she turned around to see the cause of the
powerful blast of energy a moment ago. Her fur and wild mane of hair held
licks of small dying flames on the end of some strands and singes shading
random areas black on her fur. She looked like she'd just waltzed through a
firepit. As the blades of grass that were set a light being doused by the
falling water from the sky, John’s gaze fell upon the red smoldering marks on
the sides of the torn apart truck trailer cooling in the rain, and could
barely make out a large, strangely shaped form in the distance behind it. But
he could not see what she saw in the darkness and the pouring rain outside.
And even moreso, he didn't recognize the form advancing towards them as
intimately as she did.

She stood angered and poised to fight, but the policeman could not see the
turmoil that suddenly lined her feral face as she mentally contemplated her
thoughts. With only a gruff snarl in warning, she turned on her heels and
dashed away into the darkness of the cave, the loud hard thumps of her heavy
footsteps leaving large footprints in the soil where there was any, and bred
new cracks into the rocky floor from the friction that came with her hasty
retreat. Over the sounds of her heated pants and the her feet thudding against
the rocky ground as she ran, he heard what sounded akin to a screech melded
with beastly roar echoing off the cave walls behind him. Fear began to settle
in for Johnathan, as he now realized just how dire and deadly this situation
may well be. Whatever it was out there, was powerful enough to cause her to
run, and with one wrong move could end in their deaths.

It'd been a VERY long day. Quite eventful too. After the two left from the
river scene and away from Wylker's, their next stop was to the Hotel they were
told the two truck drivers might be holding up at after the loss of their
truck. Despite the circumstances, their boss wasn't be too happy about the
sudden loss of tons of food and an entire truck to... some weird piece of X-
File, comicbook, fairy-tale fiction, or the most ballsy excuse he’d ever heard
in his 30 years on the job. The boss didn't buy a shred of truth in what they
were saying. It was just too ludicrous. It was a miracle he didn't fire them,
but they both swore up and down it was the truth. He was planning on talking
to them when they made it back, (the company they worked for was 3 states
away) and suggest drug testing.

Still, the reporters went to speak with them, and their story was damn similar
to what the owner of the small convenience store told them. A giant beast of a
creature came out of nowhere and stole the truck, disappearing into the
forest. While Shawn was open to ideas, Margaret still refused to buy it.
Ritcher and Chad however were mostly along for the ride. This was really
getting interesting for them, the most interesting thing they'd reported on in
a long time, and it was quickly becoming like something one hears on a TV
show, not the news. At the least, it would make for a quaint distraction
during work. At most they may crack a big case, and have a story that would
set their careers into the stars and make their marks in reporter history, no
matter which way the end of this story turned out. All four hoped for the
later, Margaret the most. Later, they went out of their way to see the injured
driver, still in a coma, on a curious whim. They weren't planning on it
before, but after that visit they made afew calls, managing to find and ride
to the towshop that had the car in the expanse of an hour. When they got a
look at it, more questions formed. It looked as if a hail of boulders was
driven down ontop of the car. One thing they realized, like the towshop
workers, was that this was not any ordinary crash. It looked almost like there
were four different holes in the car; two crushing down on the hood and two on
the top. What type of crash leaves the top of the car in better condition than
the front?

They would still be following leads now like detectives, but their jobs came
first, and it was time to get their heads out of the clouds and back to work
for the mid day news. After that, time passed on and the group took it easy
until their scheduled 10:30 news report, which were now only minutes away. The
5-minute warning was given for the two reporters.

"I still say they tried to eliminate him," Margaret spoke out. Shawn sighed.

"This is becoming an obsession with you, isn't it?" She scoffed.

"Oh shut-up..... well, okay, maybe just alittle. But, think about it; what if
we do solve this case?"

"We're not detectives Margaret," Shawn retorted as he shuffled his papers.

"Which will make it all the more impressive if we succeed!" She chuckled. "For
now though, it may just look like an unexplained story on the news, alittle
weird and even laughable, good for a chuckle. But then when the full answer
comes out, we could make our mark in TV history!"

"Or be known as the reporters behind that 'crazy kook story'," Shawn amended.

"When'd you get so negative?" Margaret asked, glaring a hole through his head.

"Sorry, just overthinking things alittle right now. I just feel like, we're
going to end up at a big dead end." He gazed down at his stack of papers,
skimming them over for the fourth time. "But no, I'm still with you on this.
Infact, something has been bugging me for the longest time!" He looked up from
his papers into Margaret's eyes.

"Remember yesterday, the big incident we stumbled on at the supermarket with
all those SWAT? Just what hell was going on there?? It was obvious they were
hiding something, and I can't help but keep thinking... thinking that maybe,
what happened there..."

"Had something to do with what's going on now! Conspiracies and government
cover-ups!" The female reporter cheered next to him. The male reporter was
dumbfounded at her 'glee' of the situation.

"Possibly, but if so, we might be in over our heads...."

"Getting scared?" Margaret intoned.

"Nope... just cautious. I trust the government as much as I trust my friends
to pay back the 20 bucks they owe."

Chad pretended not to hear that, continuing to work the other workers,
tinkering with the mainframe controls. Meanwhile the 5 minute warning was mere
seconds away from conclusion, and both reporters shoved aside any thoughts on
this 'little case' they'd been busying themselves with on the side, to get
down to business.

"Alright; Margaret, Shawn, your on in 5, 4, 3, 2..."

It was catching up. Parra skidded across the ground trying to stop, her feet
digging out long trenches into the rocks as her steely shoulder slammed
against the corner of a wall, sending a small web of cracks along the wall and
a small shower of loose rocks to the floor. Not missing a heartbeat she leapt
forward onto her hands, racing away on all fours as a moment later a white hot
streak of energy careened into the very spot she was just at, exploding and
tearing out a huge chunk of the wall, raining down pebbles and debris. She was
deep into the cave by now, and her human friend clinging to her fur and
cleavage for dear life. He was lucky he could not see how close he was bobbing
to and from the floor and the twists and turns she was nimbly traversing
through as she now dashed on all fours through the pitch-black cave.

Sliding around another corner she took off once again, but right into the
darkness of a dead end. She gave a sharp yelp in surprise and ran over to the
cavern wall in anger and shock, pressing her clawed hands against it in
dismay, growling deeply as if hoping it would somehow part before her under
sheer desire. She gave a low whine when she realized her plight, and began to
stroke John's head gently. John wasn't sure what to make of this, but as nice
and gentle (as gentle as she could manage that is) her show of affection felt,
he could feel a wave of fear and trepidation wash over him. What is going on?
Were they going to die here? Does she this mean she can't beat that monster?
That's why they have been running all this time, hasn't it?

But he still did not understand...

With the thudding sounds of heavy footsteps approaching, the creature came
into view. Parra's view that is, being that there was no light at all this
deep into the large cave besides the ones that seemed glow from Parra's eyes,
and the pair of radiating golden-white tinted irises within black scleras that
also did just the same in the distance. They were the eyes of the beast that’d
chased them throughout the cave.

With no sight, the only senses of use to the human now were sound and touch.
Those senses fortunately allowed him to clearly hear and feel the slow,
pounding footsteps of the creature's feet against the hard cold stone floor of
the cave as it neared them slowly, those glaring eyes coming closer with each
thudding step. Johnathan once thought the most bloodcurdling sound he'd ever
heard was the 13 foot giantess were's roar, but he now found a challenge for
that title as the creature snarled deeply and gutturally, the sound vibrating
through his ears with intensity second to the rumble of a minor tremor.

Parra growled back, her back against the wall as the creature continued
approaching, her chest tightening and inadvertently squeezing the trapped
policeman with it's casual might. Her clawed fingers dug deep into the solid
rock walls with crackling and crunching sounds. Clenching her hand and pulling
forward, she wrenched free a large plug of solid rock from the wall the size
of full grown man, and with a heave and a guttural snarl, hurled the rock at
the deadly beast before her. The rock was flung through the air as if it were
shot out of a ship perched cannon. The 5 ton boulder soared on point toward
it's target, but the creature simply held up a massive forearm in reflex, the
small boulder exploding into jagged pieces upon impact, raining across it's
body harmlessly and onto the floor below. With another crackle, crunch and a
pull, she lugged another fresh boulder with her opposite hand, this one atouch
smaller in size, but barely noticeable as it shot through the distance. This
time the creature snarled as it caught the high-speed projectile with relative
ease, and growled arrogantly as it propelled the boulder right back at atleast
equal the speed it was thrown. Caught offguard by the counter, she did what
little she could to stop the soaring rock and turned her body, raising her arm
to shield the human from the incoming projectile. Her deflection was off
however, as the rock instead slammed into her powerful right breast with a
powerful, ear piercing BAM, shattering into dust fragments against the
unyielding furry mound. It quickly became apparent how futile their attacks
with the boulders were; and options were becoming limited...

But she could not fight it. Despite the overwhelming desire to do so. Not yet.
However, time was quickly running out, and though the creature was taunting
her, taking it's time in it’s approach, it would attack sooner or later. She
knew that she was it's primary target, but couldn't shake the worry she had
for her little human companion. That it may kill him after it was done with
her, or even before. A surge of anger washed through her at that thought, an
anger she didn’t fully understand, though she thought she did. But she didn’t
need to know all the answers. She knew she would not allow him to be hurt.
After she knew he was safe, she then would fight the demon, and this time kill
it.

Easier thought than done.

It was less than 30 feet away now inside the large cave, faint steaming
tendrils of white hot energy beginning to curl and leak out of it's closed
mouth, giving alittle outline and form to the face of the unknown creature.
The features of its face were smoothly extended, like the beak of a bird or
the muzzle of a triceratops, coming down to a semi-coned shaped, rounded
point, a small windswept horn perched at the tip, swooping back over it’s
forehead. It's eyes were in a position where it could easily see ahead, and
blind-siding it would be a near impossible task to accomplish if it was ready
in anticipation. She knew what was about to happen. It was preparing to fire
again, uncurling its wings from around itself and spreading them wide as it
braced for the attack.

The next few moments seemed to pass by at a snail's pace. Despite it's futile
gesture, the giant redhaired werewolf turned around to the wall she was pinned
to, digging into the wall and scooping out enormous chunk of solid rock,
almost twice the size of her own body. Meanwhile creature whipped its head
back, then snapped it forward, the blinding white light spouting forth towards
them, illuminating entire room of the cave. The blast shot forth, and so did
the huge boulder Parra held. Both obstacles met in an explosion, raining a
hail of debris everywhere, some stinging and cutting small wounds into
Johhnathan’s exposed legs and face. As quickly as the light appeared it
disappeared, leaving in its place a thick smoggy cloud of debris. With the
light gone once more, John was once again left in the dark, but even the two
supernatural beasts would have a hard time seeing through the huge mist of the
smoke and mist in the air around them. It wasn't what she was expecting to
happen, but she knew to take advantage of it. Dashing toward a random distant
wall she crashed a burly clawed hand into it, sending webs of cracks exploding
out everywhere from the impact. The other hand followed suit as she began to
dig into the wall, hurling massive chunks of rock behind her, shaking the
entire cave room in the process. Another explosion rocked the room they were
in as a pure white bolt of energy slammed into a distant wall, and then
another afew moments another. It could not see her, but could damn well hear
her attempts to escape, and was trying to get a peg down her location. A growl
of impatience and anxiety rumbled within Parra’s throat, muffled out by the
sounds of large boulders being dug out from the cave wall and tossed
carelessly behind her. The cave wall was much thicker than she expected it to
be. But over 20 feet deep into it she pressed on, bashing and crashing through
the multitude of tons of rock like a demonic bulldozer.

What sounded like a muffled thunderclap rang out suddenly, as the redhaired
werewolf's back suddenly jolted forward with a sudden painful whine, jamming
her immense arms and slamming her chest into the crumbling wall, her nipples
pressing relentlessly into the rock. Johnathan up till now felt like he was
being jerked around like a rag doll, but the sudden impact almost crushed the
life out of him in the most literal of terms as her breasts converged around
him in one viciously painful moment, making him wonder if he had a cracked rib
or two by now. A loud, mourning howl followed after as the massive creature
behind her, obviously having found where she was, then stabbed its sharp
talons into the small of her back, drawing actual crimson blood. The beast
behind her accomplished what a militia of weaponry could not do; pierce her
skin. She lurched forward growing agony as the creature continued to dig and
twist its talons further into her back. In a desperate attempt to
counterattack, she ripped her right arm free of the wall and swung around in a
wild backhand, but the creature blocked rather skillfully with the back of its
forearm. Following through, she ripped her other hand out of the wall, sending
a small hail of rocks flying about as she came around with another wild swing,
claws long and fully extended, but the creature caught her hand with the same
arm in a grip easily tighter than steel. With a maddening roar she attacked
again, her free arm swinging out in an upward arc, cutting through the air in
a blurry slash. Once more, the creature caught the other wrist and slammed her
back into cave wall she'd just been digging through, hard enough to shake
another hail of stones out of the ceiling and atop of the two beasts and the
man trapped between them.

Johnathan was in the worst position one could be in through all this; right in
the middle. To make matters worst, as the muscles within Parra's body began
responding to the great challenge, he could feel them contract and bulge with
increasing strength. Her arms, legs, and most importantly for his situation,
the pectorals muscles of her chest, swelled with increasing strength as
adrenaline pumped blood rushed throughout her body, fueling her fight and
inadvertently crushing him once more without relent or notice.

'This thing IS big!' John’s mind screamed as he was practically face to chest
with the monster before him now. The two supernatural creatures pushed against
eachother with tremendous might, angry growls and roars filling his ears. With
a small crunching sound, their feet drove into the solid rock below from the
sheer force they were placing against eachother, but it was slowly becoming
evident that the powerful werewolf was beginning to be overpowered as her wide
back became pressed into the wall she was once cleaving at. Cracks webbed from
other cracks as she was being forced harder against the once sturdy
impenetrable stone, until the wall began to buckle as the giant female
werewolf found that she was being plunged into the rocky interior via her
wrists. Her arms bulled thicker and denser as she redoubled her striving
efforts, but it wasn't enough as rocks cracked, crumbled and parted as she was
gradually plowed faster and easier foot after foot through massively thick
cave wall like a spoon through pudding. The cave shook violently as if there
was an earthquake, causing the roof to cave- in with rocks and stalactites
behind them in of the makeshift tunnel.

The end came unexpectedly when the sound of cracking rock abruptly ceased, and
feeling of violent, nauseating shakes, rumbles and vibrations were replaced
with the confusing feeling of weightlessness and gravity...

"So, I have a long run of work ahead of me, getting this entire place back on
its feet,"

Sten snickered as he finished, resting his chin in his palm. It was showing
without a doubt, but he was hiding most of his fatigue nicely. He hadn't had a
moment to breathe for himself since noon yesterday. If he'd known this would
happen, he would've spent his off-work time sleeping instead of reading those
books on mythological legends. He managed to get the main power back on to
atleast half of the building, and round up all those injured in last night,
mainly getting the soldiers out of their crumpled armors and to the medical
room to be patched up. Fortunately the medical rooms was part of that half.

The conversation went along casually. Bryan noticed idly that when Miang
wasn't taking a sip of soda, she was sneaking looks at Sten. She was in her
'flighty mood' now it would seem, and he could faintly make out the slight
twitching of her nose as if she smelled something funny in the room. He
blinked a couple of times and broke his train of vision when he noticed that
he'd been staring much too long at her to be able to spot such a minor detail.

"Well, atleast nobody was killed," Bryan said after taking another drink from
his bottle of soda. "Actually, for all the damage that's been done, that's a
friggin’ miracle!"

" Really? Nobody was killed??" Miang asked alittle shocked herself, but also
relieved. Sten shook his head.

"There are a number of stories of various 'close calls' roaming around the
place, but everyone's been accounted for. With mostly minor, some serious
injures, but no deaths... " He chuckled alittle, stifling a yawn as he sat
back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. Even his conversations
seemed to be more ‘laid back’ than usual. "There is this rather weird rumor I
heard about 'her' hunting for chocolate..." Bryan cocked an eye up at that.

"Chocolate?? Well, perhaps that's something else to give her if she were to
come back... like pots full of chocolate pudding..."

"Yes... if she, were to come back..." Sten said mechanically, frowning at the
possible thought of her returning to finish leveling the complex to the
ground. Yet another detail for his sleep-idled brain to worry itself about.

"Has there been anything on where John is?" Bryan asked. Miang swallowed
another gulp from her bottle of soda...

"Nothing that I know of," Sten answered. "I've been busy all of today with the
aftermath of last night...I really don't know about anything outside of this
building..." He mentally chided himself for not taking the precaution of
marking her with a tracking device.

"Actually... I did hear some things over the radio, while I was in the
shower..." Miang spoke up meekly. She had their attention...

"I heard that an entire truck of produce and drinks disappeared... the police
are having a hard time tracking it down..." She looked up for a moment at the
two men's faces before continuing. "The police are not believing the story of
'bigfoot' taking the truck, like the two drivers of the truck and owner of the
store they were unloading at, says..."

"Idiots... she’s not a bigfoot," The blonde haired policeman muttered.

"There was also a bad car accident last night as well, afew miles from
here..."

"Think that was also her?" Bryan asked.

Miang nodded. "...The reporters were hinting at a possible connection...."

Sten took long closemouthed inhale, hiding his yawn. "Who else would steal a
truckful of food?"

Bryan frowned. "But still no sign of John I'm willing to bet..."

Miang gave another nod, confirming his statement. Bryan swallowed a lump
that'd formed in the back of his throat when he thought of the worst that
might've happened to his friend. The nailed boards flew off the door
containing that mental image he'd so been trying to forget, except John was in
place of where he once saw himself in. Bryan cringed for a moment with a
sickly face as he took another long swig of his Mountain Dew, now wishing it
was instead a can of beer so he could forget his troubles.

The seemingly long silent fall ended with a sudden shriek of buckling metal,
and a loud, engulfing splash. Realizing with some confusion that she was no
longer being forced through meters of multiple tons of solid rock and was now
for some reason underwater, she quickly swam to the top, making her way over
to dry land. They were not outside however, and there were lights in this
place. She'd just fallen through a large metal beam, one of many lined about
this new area. Electrical lights hung along the dull red cement walls, and
water washed every which way through large pipes and wide tunnels. Parra
climbed onto a lit walkway that was in the center of the large and eerie
tunnel, tearing down the fence that rimmed the sides out of her way. As soaked
giantess werewolf took afew seconds to gather her bearings and shake herself
dry, she quickly came to realization that she'd lost her 'human company'
during the short swim.

John coughed up the water out of his lungs as he struggled to climb over the
railings onto a different platform that ran along the side of the east wall.
His entire body felt as if it’d been stuffed into a washer and set on
permanent press. Ignoring his aching body, he took a good long look at his
surroundings. Despite the light structures spread about the enormous place, it
was still dimly lit. However, Johnathan could see far better here than he
could inside the pitch-black cave, which he was grateful for. There were heavy
duty pipes large and small lined about the walls along with metal walkways,
rusty black steel ladders and ramps connecting to other platforms of different
heights, and passageways built into the walls at different levels. He could
see the exact place they must have fallen from, which was a giant jagged hole
close to the top of the ceiling, about 90 or more feet high he estimated.
Looking down at the far end of the tunnel, he thought he could see the speck
of an exit, which he also estimated was probably atleast more than a mile
away.

John watched from afar as 'Parra' growled under her breath shook off the
excess water in her fur, standing on what looked to be the main platform,
suspecting that they may have fallen into a sewer. But that theory was soon
thrown out when he noticed the water smelled and looked much too clean and
clear. Maybe they’ve fallen into sometype of underground falls that was built
into the mountain; apart of some nearby hydro-electrical plant or a treatment
plant or...well, something. Best he could figure at the moment. But as he
heard the sound of a great thud a short distance from him, figuring out where
they were went to the bottom of his agenda list. John got a good clear look at
the creature that’d been chasing them as it stood across from the werewolf.

Like he thought, the creature was not only as large as Parra, but also afew
points taller, not counting the arc of her wild billowing hair. Also, like he
suspected it looked reptilian, but with a human-esque physique that was also
massively overdeveloped like Parra’s, but leaned towards that of a male.
Enormous muscles stood out quite visibly on the creature from its burly arms,
to it's more massive thighs and legs. It stood on in a rather curious manner,
up on the balls of its large taloned feet in a lithe semi-digigrade style like
a cat or dog, the thick gleaming claws tipping his toes digging into the stone
floor below. Though it's chest stood out swollen with many layers of large
dense musculature, John was pretty sure that this creature was male, as his
chest did not have the added large gravity-defying orbs as the female werewolf
did. Even its long thick tail radiated the idea of raw power as it waved
behind it slowly, lightly sliding across the flooring, sometimes tapping
against it as if bored or impatient. The shape of it’s head was in a rather
swept back motion, three large horns and two smaller ones in inbetween
extended from the back of its head along with a pair of webby, sharp-pointed
ears that were also swept backwards. Jutting up from his knees and elbows
stood out small coned protrusions like spikes that have not broken the skin,
and a column of web connected spikes running down the spine of its back,
stopping just before the base of its tail. A collar made of thick black 3-inch
rubber ran around its burly neck, a small circular orb sitting in the middle
with thin, barely visible wires running up hook around the strange lobes of
its ears. Four more similar thick collars clenched tightly around its wrists
and ankles, but without the weird orb that lies in the middle of the neck
collar.

Of all the weird features though, the strangest about the creature was it’s
coloring. A shiny dark silver coloring coated its body, it’s tiny scales
faintly gleaming beautiful, eerie colors in the dim light of the surrounding
area. It was an unreal look that John wasn’t sure he’d ever seen in or out of
comic books or movies. It was like the scales of its body were made out of
silver pearls that could barely be seen to the naked eye as they reflected the
other colors of the room off of its body, mainly a faint reddish highlight.
The wings were colored the same way, but the webby insides of them a deep dark
red that was much closer to black than anything else.

She snarled under her breath, her chest vibrating from her deep rumbles and
her hair and fur standing on end despite still being very damp with excess
water. She stood braced and poised to attack, claws outstretched and hands
clenched slightly, the razor-like toe-claws of her feet scratching against the
concrete of the walkway as she stood in a lithe manner, most of her abundant
weight now resting mainly on her toes, the heel raised up afew inches from the
floor. Her opponent stood in a different, but equally solid stance, one leg
brought forward ahead of the other, with his body shifted slightly to the
side. It’s enormous wings were folded in slightly and arced back, with it’s
long tail twitching acouple of feet above the ground in a show of anxiousness,
the only show of anxiety the creature displayed. The rest of its body was
tense, yet calm and controlled. In next few nerve- racking moments to come,
the policeman would become a spectator for a sight few have seen, and fewer
have lived to talk about, especially if they were on the receiving end.

In one swift movement, the dragon creature lunged forward, leaping high into
the air. John could audibly hear the sounds the pavement exploding under it’s
feet, and it's wings and body cutting through the air over the crashing water
below, as it altered it's course in midair to sharply divebomb down toward
Parra like a missile, taloned toes first. With a shatter it drove itself into
the concrete floor up to its waist, but missed Parra completely as she managed
to vault backwards out of the way of the attack. Her momentum was increased by
the explosion of wind caused by the dragon's landing, sending her spiraling
backwards in one long, uncontrolled backflip. With an impressive show of
agility, she managed to gracefully land on all fours, her hands touching first
to the floor then followed by her feet, claws ripping through the foundations
like wet paper until she finally came to a stop meters away. Already the
combination of metal, and concrete that made platform were showing signs that
it wouldn't last too long at this rate. The dragon creature wasted no time in
following up, hopping out of the hole it created and swelling up it's chest as
it filled it's lungs with fresh air, tendrils of steaming light drifting from
the sides of it's mouth as it cocked it's head back then threw it forward. Its
fanged mouth opened wide and spouted forth a white hot beam of energy that
seemed to expand until it was about half the size of it's own body, thundering
it's path of destruction towards it's brown furred target. The beam cut
through the air like a polished bullet, roaring through the gigantic dank
corridor and disappearing into the dark exit in the distance, but it
completely missed the redmaned werewolf. In a red and brown blur she managed
to lunge to the to left, sidestepping the attack and in the same second was
airborne with an unreal leap that made her look as if she were flying. John
eyes almost lost track of her from the sheer speed she displayed, despite her
giant misleading form.

The red an brown blur arched up around 40 feet into the air, crossing twice as
much ground as she plummeted down towards her adversary, a tensed and ready
clawed hand cocked back, slicing down at the dragon creature's face in a
gleaming red streak. The dragon managed to react just as quick however,
leaping back from the air strike, almost completely avoiding the assault as
she streaked by. It wouldn't notice the slit of purple blood sliding down the
thick smooth hide of its face, a promise of pain to come. 'Parra' continued to
press her advantage on the retreating dragon, lunging forward with amazing
speed and agility, another slash after another just barely missing it's
target. An unorthodox backhand swing sent a thundering echo throughout the
area as Parra was knocked flat onto her back with her feet up in the air,
sending more cracks through the walkway on impact. Her fast recovery surprised
even the dragon when she bunched her legs up to her chest where she lay, and
used her arms to shoot herself up off the floor and at her target feet first
in a innovative show of barbaric grace. This was the dragon’s turn to sail
through the air before crashing onto it's own back, sliding across the floor
and making a large car-sized trench beneath himself, his furred adversary now
perched atop it's chest on all fours. The long claws tipping her fingers
pointed dead on at their target before her stabbing knife- edge hand flashed
for it's head which it barely avoided, the claw driven strike smashing through
the cement harder than a piledriver. Undaunted, she quickly drew back her
other hand for the next blow, but the attack never came to be as the dragon
belched a small ball of white hot energy into her face, blinding her and
throwing her off balance more than actually hurting her. However it was enough
of a distraction to turn the tide of battle, allowing the beast to knock the
enormous were off his chest off with a swing of its curled fist, knocking her
into the fence that wailed at the sudden exertion of her weight against it,
barely keeping her from falling into the churning waters below.

John stood slackjawed and mind-numbed. He’d never seen anything like this
before. Not that that was saying much; it’s not like one could see two larger
than life behemoths go at it in a life or death battle every time they step
outside. The speed of the battle seemed to modulate wildly between the two
bestial creatures. One moment they might move at a speed visible enough for
the human eye to track, the next moment they moved like the wind, a blur of
color and an exploding chunk of concrete the only testament to the velocity of
their near untraceable motions. It was as if someone was playing around,
fast-forwarding a videotape at random moments.

John could audibly hear, even feel, the groundshaking blows of their fearsome
impacts upon eachother's bodies, vibrating through the scenery around them
over the sound of the crashing water below, along with the faintly audible
'woosh' of their enormous limbs slicing through the air on a missed attack. He
could hear the sudden gusts of the wind flowing over their great bodies when
one got up and once again charged the other, covering the large distance
between eachother in a mere half-second, the ground exploding up under their
feet like systematically detonating landmines from the extreme friction placed
upon it. As the fight continued, tiny rivers of crimson ran from different
bodyparts as cuts and bruises were made, inflictions that evidently could not
be made by most manmade weaponry. Even if they stood still long enough for
them to try.

Another thing he noticed, was the difference in fighting ability between the
two towering beasts. Parra's was wild, unpredictable, and surprising. While he
was growing more and more accustomed to how strong she was, he was surprised
at the flexibility and ingenuity she displayed. The dragon creature on the
otherhand fought quite differently, with precision and skill, almost
human-like in some aspects, yet as savage as feral giantess it faced in
others. And like the werewolf it was facing, the dragon was surprisingly
flexible and agile.

Her lunging upward slash missed the creature's head just barely, but the
massive knee that plowed into her abdonimals like a runaway drag car in
retaliation, was on the mark. With a wheezing, exhaling whine, she ended up
crumpled over the other creature's burly leg, stunned and trying to gasp air
back into her lungs. She was not allowed any breathing room however as the
equally massive creature plunged it's taloned fingers into her midriff, the
stabbing blow causing her to stumble backward in whimpering grimace. The final
attack came when the dragon creature took a step forward, pivoted, and spun
itself around in a quick full circle, snapping out it's tail like an oversized
bullwhip and smacking her square on the cheek. The impact cracked like
lighting and sent her spiraling over the floor more than 10 yards away like a
wild top, but once again managing to land hard on all fours. A streak of red
streamed down the fur under her left eye from a fresh wound as she snarled
deeply at her adversary.

The dragon creature, not letting up on it's attacks in the least, bounded
towards the werewolf Parra, but this time she was ready with a desperate
counterattack, jumping up and flying across the floor with a wild clothesline
that sent the charging behemoth flipping backwards over the ground and
crashing onto it's face against the floor with a loud 'wham'.

Twisting around quickly, her thigh clenched and flexed in building strength
before her large clawed foot shot down like a missile, intent on crashing
straight down onto the skull of the creature’s head and mashing it into paste.
The dragon just barely managed to halt her foot by catching it around the
immense calf of enormous leg, but the force of the attack was still more than
enough to rupture the floor around the two creatures, and imbed the body of
the creature halfway into the concrete. With a heave and a shove, the dragon
beast vaulted the female werewolf spiraling through the air. That small action
placed alittle more pressure on the floor than was needed, the web of cracks
already in floor exploding wider before large chunks of jagged cement
collapsed and crumbled away underneath and around the dragon. Hopping up to
it’s feet and launching into the air, an over 50-foot long gap of steel and
stone fell into the waters below.

"Agile like a pair of cats," Johnathan mumbled to himself, despite the
contrary. For the close to 30 minutes since it began, he ran back and forth
across his smaller walkway watching the fight with great interest for the
feral furry female as they landed on different sides of the now gapped
walkway. The small distance would not be enough to postpone their duel in the
least as Parra would demonstrate, leaping across the gap with ease, poised to
attack with gleaming red claws bared. Unfortunately, where mostly blind rage
clouded her mind, the clearer and sharpened mind of the dragon creature
reacted instinctively, leaping up to meet her head on in mid air, the two
smashing into eachother like a pair of colliding bullet trains. The dragon’s
greater counter velocity was enough to overpower Parra’s own, carrying them
from over the gap of churning water below and back onto the half of the
walkway the female were just leapt from, her lungs empty from the explosive
impact of the aerial tackle. They came to rest over thrice as far as the
distance of the gap in the walkway, the redhaired were taking the impact of
both their incredible weight onto the solid concrete, a high cloud of dust and
grime blowing up from the cracked floor beneath them. Snarls, roars of pain,
and crushing impacts rung out for a handful of moments, but when the dust
finally settled, John saw both leap back to their feet, placing distance
between eachother to take a brief moment to recover, their first breather
during the entire bout. The blackhaired policeman could see the dragon holding
it’s left hand which was covered in blood from becoming careless around
Parra’s steel-shearing jaws. Parra in turn held her large clawed hands to her
chest, one covering the center of her large left breast, the other buried in
the crevice between them as she winced and whined under deep, half exhausted
breaths. Multiple scratches ran across her body, many decorating her body with
small rivers of crimson. Her large sensitive nipples unfortunately not
exempted from attack, a pair of painful scars running over the wide areolas.
No wound however, was worst than the one in the middle of her massive chest, a
thick running of blood that oozing down the center of her chest between the
crevice of her large breasts. Neither at this point looked very healthy, with
various open wounds across their bodies, each a spot that’d been punctured by
the others sharp claws.

Deciding she rested enough, the 13-foot werewolf lunged forward, covering the
20 feet of distance between them in a simple hop. With an echoing roar, a
downward stroke of long gleaming claws breezed down past where the dragon’s
head once was, the beast managing to sidestep the incoming attack. It was only
the beginning as the werewolf unleashed a berserker assault on her foe, each
swipe, claw and slash cutting through the air so fast it looked as if her arms
were magically disappearing and reappearing in different positions, her
movement too fast for the on-edge cop to track. The barrage of attacks even
had the dragon creature hardpressed to defend itself, having to back up to
avoid the attacks instead of block, each successful swipe creating a new row
of wounds to pour forth their life-force. The dragon could not help but shriek
deep lashes of pain.

"... That’s right... you have to beat that damn lizard," Johnathan muttered
aloud through clenched teeth, completely drawn into the struggle between the
two supernatural forces of nature.

The were gave chase everywhere the dragon would try to retreat to, soon
turning the fight into a game of cat and mouse as the reptilian creature tried
to avoid the lethal quicker-than-eye attacks. In desperation, a last ditch
attempt formed within the dragon’s mind...

Slash after slash, swipe after swipe came, rising in intensity as the feeling
of sure victory comforted her. That is until her assault was brought to a dead
halt. Confused, she glanced down at her left arm, realizing that she could not
move it despite how much she was straining to, her immense bicep swelling up
larger than it already was like a rising bread loaf a thick vein pulsing atop
the peak. She spotted with confusion, a silver whip wrapped around the
wrist... no, it was the dragon’s tail. Her other arm was sudden put in bondage
as the dragon grabbed her free arm in a vice-like grip. Before the sudden wave
of realization and worry for her predicament could settle in, a mind numbing
pain lanced through her tough but sensitive nose, causing her to reel
backwards. But she could not fall, was not allow to fall. She was tugged back
upright, only to be pounded on again in a different area, helpless to defend
against the attacks that would either cut through her tough fur-covered skin,
or launch her violently into the air with a hit that could easily rivaled
anti-tank fire, to quickly drop again, having no where to go. Every successful
blow was detailed with vibrations that literally shook the foundations around
them.

"Damn! Let her go!!"

Without thinking, John frantically reached into his holster, fishing for his
trusty gun. Grabbing at nothing but air for a long moment, he then remembered
what happened to his ‘trusty’ SIG, and the futility of his actions. A sinking
pit formed in his stomach as he watched the large female werewolf take such a
tremendous beating at the mercy of her reptilian opponent. He contemplated his
options for a split second, realizing that any attempt to help her would only
prolong her possibly death afew seconds more as it took time to mash him into
a red smear. He didn’t want to admit that he was utterly useless. That he
could not do anything to help her the way she protected him. That he could now
only watch in unavoidable guilt as his unique abductor fell at the hands of
the beast before her.

The terrible assault came to a rather unmerciful ending when the free talons
of the dragon pointed out straight, and dove hard into her throat, sending her
stumbling backwards in agony, holding her bleeding throat, doubled over on the
floor gasping desperately. The dragon had one last attack coming.

Spreading it's wings wide, it began to arch its back and inhale, its lungs
filling with air and making its chest expand to even more massive proportions,
the muscles in it's body seeming to tense, strain and vibrate as if there was
an unchecked fury beginning to form within its body. The tough black rubber
bands clasped around its body expanded slightly with the tensing bulk of its
muscles, but soon tore and snap off, electrical wires and metal fixings
spilling out of each of the broken bands, the one around it’s neck the last to
break away. John's frantic warnings could not be heard as he shouted towards
the struggling werewolf over the other much louder sounds in the area. Still,
he continued to desperately communicate to her, even as the chest of the
dragon beast began to radiate a white-hot glow from within, overpowering the
natural chrome silver of it’s skin, its body puffed up nearly twice the size
it previously was and almost blocking out it’s own vision, the air around it’s
body shimmering with intense heat.

It's chest filled to full capacity, body straining with the raging inferno
within, the dragon finally released. The floor beneath their feet rumbled as
the torrent of power was expelled, dwarfing it's earlier blasts of breath as a
wave more than three times the size of it's own body, expanding wide from the
woefully smaller point of its mouth, rushing forward and blanketing the area
in the gleam of all consuming light. The destructive force of the energy
released was so large, it swallowed up and utterly destroyed the walkway floor
as it traveled on, heating up and melting the metal fence that lined the
sides.

Though her eyes were still closed tightly shut, her face a mask of pain, she
could instinctively feel the impending danger storming towards her. But she
did not know where. She was dizzy, disoriented, exhausted and sore from the
rampaging assault to her body, still holding her wounded neck. She fought to
rise, standing drunkenly as the white light crept closer and closer around
her, feeling its immense radiation before it slammed into her with devastating
force. The unstoppable blast lifted her off her feet, and carried her down the
walkway path, engulfing her body and washing through her wounds while making
many, many more in the process. Searing pain screamed throughout each cut, and
the usually heat resistant fur and mane of hair sprouted into flames, her body
igniting like a torch within the wave. Her last, mournful howl was lost in the
winds as the thunderous torrent of energy tore through the tunnel, arcing
slightly to the west enough for it to shred, rip apart and melt away the tons
of concrete and solid steel pipes that made up the wall. The vicious attack
annihilated anything in its way as it sliced through the meters thick wall of
stone and steel.

Thrown to the floor by the bustling of wind that was exuded from the titanic
white fire blast, Johnathan’s face became pale as he felt his blood suddenly
run ice cold in his veins. In a blinding white light of pure power, that
mythical force of nature by the name of Parra, was gone.

The dragon fell heavily to one knee, panting deeply as the remains of the
walkway crumbled, shattered, and splashed into the water below. All that was
left standing of the large central platform was the path extending behind the
dragon creature, which lay heavily damaged from the previous battle. An attack
of that potential however did not come without a price; that being deep
exhaustion from the great exertion, and temporary loss of the use of his
breath attacks, making it in essence, a final, all-or-nothing attack. Small
chunks of melted concrete and metal continued to sprinkle into the waters
below as it stared on in the direction it'd just fired. It goes without
saying; there was no sight of her. ‘She’ was blown into oblivion.

Finally recovering enough strength to stand, the dragon rose very slowly and
surveyed its handiwork, folding its wings around himself like a large cloak.
It looked as if a world war had been waged in the underground tunnel, save for
some of the thick solid pillars sticking out of the water that once held the
platform. Now all that was left to be done was to decide what to do about
loose ends. Namely, that human who’d been watching the entire ordeal.

‘How could she survived that?’ His mind repeated over and over again, his
feelings more ajumble than ever since the past couple of days. Until now she
seemed virtually invincible. But virtually, there’s no such thing as the word
‘invincible’.

‘How could ANYTHING survive that... She’s dead...’

He could still feel the sweltering heat even from where he stood, overpowering
the inherit cold of the enormous damp tunnel they were in. He saw for a brief
moment before the brightness of the light forced him to shut his eyes, that
immense stream of smoldering energy as it swallowed her whole. He could only
imagine what it’d done to her, judging by the damage that’d been done to the
scenery around him. But he could not worry about Parra anymore. He now had to
worry what was going to happen to HIMSELF.

John’s world became bleak as the dragon turned its gaze towards him from 15
yards away. He suddenly began to regret that fleeing during that entire battle
never came to mind. But he never truly considered that she would lose. Curling
it's wings around itself like a cloak and making an effortless jump, the
creature cleared the space between the broken destroyed walkway and the
platform running alongside the concrete wall in a couple of seconds. The
overwhelming creature landed with an almighty floor-shaking thump, collapsing
at the knees slightly, obviously nowhere near being truly recovered.

The utter helplessness of the situation settled in like a like a thick fog as
he soon had his back to the brick wall behind him, the dragon creature
advancing on him, taking it's time. Even as exhausted as it looked now, dried
purple blood on some wounds, some still running freely of it’s essence before
his eyes, John knew there was still nothing he could against this creature as
it closed the distance. It's eyes glared down on him, unreadable in their
intentions but nonetheless heartstoppingly intimidating.

He did only what he knew he could possibly do now. He ran, his feet already
beginning to move before the mental impulse reached his legs, the pain of his
cracked ribs, bruised bones and sore muscles taking a rain check on the mental
list of importance. Little good that did; in a swift blur the massive leg of
the beast shot up, its foot stabbing solidly into the red brick wall, cutting
off his first escape root. Chunks flying every which way, the fearstruck
policeman knocking the breath out of himself as he bumped into the huge leg
and he fell back onto his rear. Running on fear tainted adrenaline alone, he
rolled through the fall back onto his feet, rushing in the opposite direction
around the creature, leaping over the thick strong tail that swept out at his
legs with pure instinct leading his actions. Hope resurfaced that he might
escape, when he felt himself abruptly halted in his tracks as something caught
the back of his ragged shirt and hoisted him into the air. He was dangling
from the sharp talons of the dragon's hand like a little rat, the reptilian
beast giving a gruff snort at his attempts in defiance. John struggled and
wriggled in his shirt desperately, when lady luck came to his aid; the ripped
tears lining his shirt that Parra placed in them much earlier coming into
play, tearing open further from his frantic struggles and dropping him to the
floor barechested. He scampered back to his feet and sprinted to the edge of
the platform, vaulting over the railing and diving into the cold underground
waters before the dragon creature could make to catch him in the short
distance. The shivering cold was the furthest thing from his mind as he dove
under the waters, quickly becoming victim to the violent current that washed
out to the large exit in the distance.

Undaunted, the dragon creature jogged along the path, trying to keep sight of
the foolhardy man who was putting his best efforts into trying to escape him.
It realized despite its great vision, the water was thrumming and splashing
too hard to actually see anything too deep within it’s depths, or distinguish
it from another piece of debris, even a full-grown man. Seeing no other way of
finding him, the creature leapt into the waters.

To Be Continued...

Author’s Rants: I think this is my longest chap yet. Heheh, I’ll just leave
this one to speak for itself. As always, C&C Welcome. Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com