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Crimson Cobra · (05-23-2013)

The thick cloud of dust kicked up from the mountain caused the runner to take a quick break, allow himself to breath in oxygen then continue running up the hill. His legs were just getting warmed up on hill leading to the giant mountainous path. The man continued to run, his bag clinging to him like a leach, sucking all the blood it can for itself and draining him.

But even if the leach was to suck all of the blood out of the man he would continue running, continue climbing, reaching and only gaining higher goals. The man proved to be much more than a man, a monster instead. The leach like backpack was actually a man holding on, wanting to claim the achievement of climbing the mountain on his own when all the work is being done by the monster.

The man is nothing more than a coward, a failure, a misfit who has found something he may be able to attach himself to as long as the monster doesn’t find out he has been clung to. The man is terrified, looking down at what seems to be miles to the ground, there are wolfs chasing the monster smelling the sweat sent of fear.

The two hungry animals chase the smell that they love in their prey. The two helping each other when needed, as the mysterious monster could easily step up high rocks, the two wolfs would be forced to stop, and figure out a way around the obstacle. Both prevail every time and get right back on the chase up the mountain while the monster still has no idea all of this is going on and is simply looking for his own opportunity to claim victory.

Drooling at the mouth with the taste of the feeble human crossing their minds the animals are going mad in anticipation of the man dropping to the ground, falling hundreds of feet of the gigantic monster and breaking all of his bones with a thunderous thud. The two would have a feast that would settle their stomachs only for so long before they would be after the beast next.

The fur on the back of the wolf’s neck stands straight up as does any dog when defending its home, attacking another, or ready for a fight. This wouldn’t be a fight at all, the meat would simply fall and be devoured, no back and forth, no fight, just an easy victory for the brutes, almost as easily as Gilmour can wet the panties of all of the under aged jail bait girls.

Step after step, the mystery monster, who has a man seeking refuge on his back, continues to only grow faster and challenges the wolfs to a chase. The beasts must keep up if they ever want that first meal that will quench their ever growing hunger. But this mystery runner doesn’t seem to be running to something but instead away from something. What that something might be would be the next question, maybe he has a partner who doesn’t lift his end of the weight so he needs to get away, maybe he fears losing twice in a row to the same man, perhaps he knows that either way he is going to be defeated and only thinks running will help him escape.

The unrelenting beasts never slow, they never tire, as if to be well oiled machines they again are tailing the giant waiting, as if to be playing chess with him, waiting for him to make the next move.

Knight to A5… the move has been set in place. A large leap up a steeper cliff than normal sends the man on his back falling to the ground. The fall seems to last forever for the man, but this is because it will be the last time he ever sees the light of day.

Check…. The king is in danger but for now he is on the run, disappearing into the forest on the mountain trail. For now the two beasts are pleased with the meal that lay before them, the man who once could claim to be a champion, the man who during his life would cling to the accomplishments of others and claim them for his own. No longer would this disgrace of a human being be allowed to commit the ultimate crime, and no longer would this man be able to call himself half of the tag team champions.

As a check in chess only proves that you are close to victory the beasts are forced to move on and continue with the check mate. The monstrous foot prints in the rock covered ground lead them to the massively mysterious monster that hides his face behind a mask.

Does the mask prove he is nothing more than a coward who was placed in a perfect situation at one point to make him look as if he really was a monster? He looks the part but does he really play the role. Does the mystery of a man make people run in fear, or does he only lead you to believe this.

The chase intensifies the two begin to pick up speed as they travel up the mountain. A false peak shows that they still have so much more to climb, and yet they still do not tire, they still sprint full steam towards their goal. First they know they must find the monster, and second they have to finish him off, they must achieve together what the former team could not, a victory caused by a TEAM.

The forest surrounds them engulfing the two in an immensely green area that matches the color of the envy that these two have for the monster. The monster only holds one thing over these two and that is not being defeated yet, something that they will make sure ends, just as the reign of a man who is a formidable opponent and his completely obsolete partner will end on May 25th.

The footprints veer off into the foliage, a bush has been crunched and a small tree completely snapped in half. The grass has been destroyed and the mud is all that can be seen shaping into the giants foot exactly. The hunters’ instincts tell them to continue following the footprints and they know they will find the monster eventually. Soon enough he will fall! Soon enough the reign of terror will be put to an end, and soon enough a bright sun will emerge from behind the dim clouds.

A sleeping giant is what the two beasts find, the mask covers his face and the fear is still smelt. They believed the smell was seeping from the man hanging from the monsters back but as they devoured him the realized that the stench was still there, it had died down from the intensity of the man but it still lingered in the air.

The mask is the first two go as the attack goes underway. The monster awakens yet he is stuck in the position he had fallen asleep, he finds it hard to move, hard to get up, what is wrong he wonders. The two savage beasts have begun their attack and rendered the monster unable to move. He has been paralyzed with a spinal attack and can do nothing but sit and watch as he is eaten alive! The mask is tossed aside, the disfigured face is enough to make any creature cringe but the two are un-phased. The arms are ripped from their sockets, no more shoulders to hold championship belts. The legs come next and the bones are all used as chew toys to amuse the animals while they are waiting to become hungry so they may feast on the monster once more.

The rancid smell of the dying monster attracts other nearby creatures, the vulture has flown in and snakes have slithered up. The vulture swoops in and lands on the monsters destroyed body, it begins to pick at the wounds just as Bryce picks fights with the wrong opponents. The wolf just as much as looks at the bird and scares it off, a small family of venomous viper snakes slither up but a passing Cobra devours the lesser snakes. The single cobra is able to take on the entire viper family but is smart enough to know to slither on and allow the beasts to continue their work.

The bones are all that become left of the once great monster, the mystery now is how a small pack of two wolfs were able to take down such a great beast.

Check.... Mate

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