Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Fall 2013 Rough Draft Story 3


The Last Time Jack Lightning Pranked His Cousin

Begonia tilted her head a little and studied her cousin through narrowed eyes. “You’re lying,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest.
“No joke,” Jack Lightning took a step back and let his gaze drop just a smidge. “That chair down there is a portal to dinosaur times!”
“No, it’s not,” Begonia said. “Mom says it’s an anchor for the water pump.”
“Come on, Begonia. Of course Aunt Sharon would say that. ‘Cause…” Jack paused just for a moment. Timing was key. “You know…”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Jack shrugged and pretended to be really interested in the plaster weave of the cast on his right arm. “Never mind.” He turned to rejoin his friends who were waiting in the boathouse.
“What?” Begonia said as sternly as she could, which wasn’t very stern.
But Jack just kept climbing the stairs to the boathouse porch.
Begonia stamped her foot on the dock. “TELL ME!”
“Okay, Okay!” Jack leaned over the railing. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but Aunt Sharon didn’t want you to know because she thought you’d be scared.”
Begonia puffed out her chest to stand at her full height of four feet and six inches. That was only half a foot away from five feet after all. “I’m not scared.”
Jack regarded his little cousin evenly and gave her a satisfied nod. “Okay. We were gonna go check it out. Wanna come?”
The tension on Begonia’s face broke into a grin huge enough to clearly see the gap left by a missing tooth. “Really?” she asked.
“Sure,” Jack shrugged. “I just gotta let the guys know. Go put on a swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Begonia skipped to the stairs and ran up them as fast as she could. Jack figured that she couldn’t have skipped up the stairs, but maybe she did. He disappeared into his room before he could see.
Kenny and Rick were sitting on Jack’s floor and they jerked to face him when he walked in. “Did she fall for it?” Kenny asked.
Jack’s eyes twinkled. “Hook, line, and sinker,” he said.
“Really?” said Rick.
“You do know who we’re talking about, right?” Jack said, pulling the special rubber sleeve over his cast. “I found her lying on the couch with cookies on her face ‘cause she still believes that the cream inside of Oreos works as anesthetic for fallen eyelashes.”
The boys laughed and stuffed the rubber lizard masks into the pockets of their swim trunks and filed back down to the dock to wait for Begonia.

Jack Lightning watched his little cousin uneasily regard the white plastic lawn chair below the group. He could sorta see what she meant when she said it looked like a glowing skeleton chair through the fifteen feet of clear greenish water. It was the only thing on the pebbly lakebed that didn’t have a solid coating of brownish green algae.
Begonia took her face out of the water and looked at Jack out of little kid goggles decorated with plastic pink fish on the rims. “How do you know it is a time portal?”
“I told you,” Jack rolled his eyes. “That’s why the water is colder when you swim down deep. The portal takes all of the warmth out of the water as fuel. They didn’t have batteries and things back then. The only reason it’s warmer up here is because it’s sunny.”
Begonia thought about it for a moment and nodded. “Okay. So we just gotta swim down and touch it?”
“Together, yeah,” Kenny said.
“Uh huh,” Rick said. “And when we swim back up, we’ll have gone back in time.”
“Everybody ready?” Jack asked. They all nodded. “Okay. One, two, three!”
They all dove and swam straight down. The first three feet were warm and then the water dropped like ten degrees colder. The chair got brighter and whiter as the group swam closer. It almost seemed to glow in the watery sunlight despite the four approaching shadows. Jack felt the pressure in his ears as he swam the last few strokes.
They all touched the chair.
Begonia immediately started kicking for the surface while the boys reached into their pockets for their lizard masks. Jack may have been imagining it, but the water felt a little warmer. With the masks firmly in place, Jack, Kenny, and Rick swam up in a ring to surround Begonia. They broke the surface together and gladly gulped in a breath of warm air before roaring at her.
Begonia screamed; the boys laughed. “I hate you, Jack!” she said.
“Ummmm, Jack?” Rick sounded uneasy.
“What?”
Rick pointed at the shore. “Where are all of the cottages?”
Jack looked. There weren’t any. In fact, the shoreline looked completely different. The trees looked funny somehow. Looking back down at the chair, Jack noticed that it rested by itself with no water pump amongst rather largish stones unlike the pebbles he would have expected. A huge spiky clam lazed near it.
“I dunno,” Jack turned back to his friends and his sniffling little cousin. “Let’s go find out.”
If anyone had any objections, nobody said anything, so the boys stuffed the masks back into their pockets and the four of them swam to the shore. The ground was soft under their bare feet and ferns scratched at their legs as they walked.
Begonia seemed to shrink a bit, which said something for a girl wearing a My Little Pony one piece that was a bit too big for her. “The forest looks different,” she said.
Instead of the aspen and birch that surrounded the cottages with a scattering of short-needled pines, they were craning their necks to look up at impossibly tall trees with giant fan-shaped leaves. They looked like the real life version of a kindergartener’s drawing of a palm tree. There were pines too, but they looked funny standing next to ginkgos.
“But,” Kenny’s jaw hung open. “It can’t-”
“I know,” Jack said.
The sound of a roar echoed through the sparse forest.
Mark rounded on Jack. “But it was a joke. A prank!”
“I know,” Jack repeated. “Run!”
They broke into a run just as a huge dinosaur ambled into view from where it had been obscured by the tall ferns. It was more than ten feet tall and had to be like thirty feet long with spikes on either side of its front feet that were as long as Jack’s forearm.
Jack stopped running at the base of a ginkgo tree. “Okay, guys,” he said, “Start climbing.” Kenny and Rick immediately scrambled into the lower branches.
“But what about your cast?” Begonia asked.
“I’ll manage,” Jack said. Without giving her a chance to protest further, Jack wrapped both arms around his cousin’s waist and heaved her onto the first branch. “Keep going. I’ll catch up.” Jack walked a quick circle around the tree before settling on a branch. It was too thick to grip with only one hand, but it was the only one he could reach.
The dinosaur was only fifty feet away.
Jack sighed and tugged on the fastening for his cast’s rubber sleeve. It dug painfully into his arm and the skin turned white. He bit his lip and pulled as hard as he could. He could feel pins and needles in his fingertips, but he ignored them as he fastened the sleeve.
The dinosaur was twenty feet away.
Jack jumped as hard as he could, reached his arms around the branch, and grabbed the rubber sleeve with his intact left hand. It stretched in his grip, but he held on tight and swung a leg as hard as he could over the branch. Seated firmly, Jack released the fastening on the rubber sleeve and let the blood rush back to his fingers as he rushed to join the others fifteen feet above him.
They all stared down at the dinosaur below them. It munched lazily on the ferns at the base of their tree. “I think it’s an Iguanadon,” Rick said, “An herbivore. That’s good.”
“Everyone okay?”
They all nodded.
“Great. So here’s the plan.”
Kenny frowned. “Why should we listen to your plan, Jack? You’re the one who got us here and I’m two years older.”
“Good question,” Jack crossed his arms. “What’s your plan then?”
“Ummmm.”
“Exactly,” Jack said. “Anyway, the plan is we wait until that thing goes away and we’ll go back to the portal as fast as we can.”
“How do you know it’s still there?” Rick asked. “Plastic isn’t even invented yet.”
“Nothing’s invented yet,” Begonia added.
“Well, it was still there when we were in the lake,” Jack said. “I saw it.”
“Then why don’t any dinosaurs accidentally come to our time?” Kenny asked, watching the Iguanadon’s big jaws noisily grinding its salad.
Jack raised an eyebrow and tried not to stare at a spider the size of his fist that was lazily descending toward them. “Who do I look like- Google?”
Kenny shrugged.
“Anyway,” Jack turned to his cousin. “Don’t panic, Begonia, but there’s a spider on your head.”
Begonia screamed. It was like someone scared a rusty nail, gave it a microphone, and scraped it along a chalkboard the size of Kentucky as fast as they could. Begonia’s arms flailed around in the vicinity of her head so violently that she punched herself in the eye. Her head slammed back into the ginkgo’s trunk, squashing the spider flat with a disgusting crunch.
“Ewww,” Kenny said.
There was a moment of complete silence before Begonia started to cry, and none of the boys made fun of her for it. She looked around while she sniffled for something to wipe her hair clean with, but the ginkgo’s leaves were too small and they had nothing but their swimsuits and goggles.
“I got it,” Jack said, holding up his gloved arm. “Turn around a bit.”
Begonia turned to face the trunk and Jack gripped what was left of the spider’s body with his fingertips. He dropped it out of the tree and away from them.
Unfortunately, it landed on the Iguanadon’s head. It flicked its head to rid itself of the spider and looked up into the tree. It’s head rose and kept on rising as its front feet lifted off the ground. Standing on its hind legs, the Iguanadon grabbed a branch just a few feet below Jack and his friends between its paws and pulled it towards its mouth.
Begonia gasped and inched as close to the trunk as she could without touching the stain of spider guts. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her face any second.
“Herbivore,” Rick said. “Right.”
The entire tree bent a few inches towards the Iguanadon as it munched on ginkgo leaves. “What do we do?” Kenny asked.
“I got an idea,” Jack said. He clambered down to the branch that the Iguanadon was snacking on and swung his casted arm like a baseball bat. Plaster struck scaly skin and dense bone with a hollow thud as Jack’s cast smacked the Iguanadon in the face. It stopped to glance at him for a moment before snorting all over him and continuing to eat. Jack climbed back up to his friends and started wiping dinosaur snot off of his chest, glad that his cousin had found something to giggle at. “Any thoughts, Rick? You’re the one who knows about dinosaurs.”
“Uhhhh,” Rick thought about it with a disgusted look on his face and tried not to stare at his slimy friend.
“Hurry up.” Jack said.
“The masks!” Rick said. “They look kinda like raptors.”
Jack and Kenny stared at him blankly.
“Worth a try,” Rick shrugged and put his mask on.
Jack was glad that he had wiped his cousin’s head with the outside of his mask. “As Ray Arnold would say, ‘hold onto your butts!’”
“Really? Jurassic Park?” Rick crossed his arms. “This is clearly the Cretaceous.”
Once all three of the boys were ready, they lowered their heads to look at the Iguanadon and made what they hoped were convincing growling noises. The rubber teeth illustrations must have worked to scare it because the Iguanadon released the branch and turned to dash away, but not before Kenny toppled out of the tree and landed on the dinosaur’s back.
“Whoa!” Kenny yelped and reached his arms as far around the Iguanadon’s neck as he could.
“Oh crap- it’s got Kenny!” Rick said.
“Yeah,” Jack said. “That’s so South Park.”
The Iguanadon had barely gone twenty feet before bucking Kenny off of its back. He smacked into another ginkgo tree and disappeared into the ferns. “Is he okay?” Begonia asked.
“Kenny? You alright?” Rick called.
No answer.
“One way to find out.” Jack scanned for dinosaurs. The coast was clear. “Let’s go.”
Once they had all reached the ground, Jack, Rick, and Begonia picked their way through the brush to the tree that Kenny had hit. Though the ground was soft enough, rough twigs snapped and scratched at their bare feet.
Jack found Kenny first. He was lying at the base of the ginkgo he’d hit. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. He nudged Rick toward him and turned to Begonia. “Okay, Begonia,” Jack said. “I’ve got a super important job for you. Are you up for it?”
Her lower lip quivered a little and her eyes welled up again, but she nodded.
“Good.” Jack smiled at her. Not his usual smirk, but the same smile he gave his friends. “While Rick and I check on Kenny, I want you to walk in circles around us and watch for dinosaurs. I want you to stay within like ten feet of us and make sure you can always see my hair.” He indicated his blondish waves. “Do you think you can do that?”
“I think so,” Begonia murmured.
“Excellent,” Jack said and plucked a big pink and purple flower from a nearby bush. He tucked the stem behind his cousin’s ear and said, “There. That flower is so old that you’re the only girl to ever wear it.”
Begonia’s lip stilled and she hugged Jack tight, dino snot and all. She was grinning when she let go.
Jack nodded at her. “Alright. Let’s get to it.”
Begonia started walking in slow circles around the tree and Jack joined Rick and Kenny at its base. “Your dad’s a doctor. How is he?” Jack asked. There was a little blood smeared on the ginkgo’s trunk right above where Kenny’s head rested.
“I can’t be sure,” Rick said. “But he’s definitely breathing and I was able to feel a pulse. I just can’t wake him up.”
Jack kneeled down next to his friend and shouted, “KENNY!” Nothing happened.
“Don’t move his neck at all,” Rick said.
Jack nodded. “Good point.” He pinched the skin between Kenny’s thumb and index finger as hard as he could, but Kenny didn’t stir. “We’ll carry him home if we have to.”
Rick stared at their friend, his face unreadable. “Yeah.”
A high voice interrupted them. “Something’s coming,” Begonia said.
Jack looked. It was actually five somethings. They were sprinting towards the group on four thick, short legs. They were only about half as long as the Iguanadon, but they had menacing armor plates on their backs and tails. Bullet-shaped heads with tapered snouts bobbed on short necks more than six feet off the ground as big feet ending in five heavy, blunt claws crushed the ferns into pulp.
Begonia ran back to her cousin without even being told. They all huddled at the base of the ginkgo to let the dinosaurs pass.
“Nodosaurus at a guess,” Rick said.
“Nerd,” Jack grinned and punched Rick in the shoulder.
The Nodosaurus didn’t seem to notice the kids as they thundered past. The last dinosaur in the group released a fart that sounded like a sputtering broken foghorn as it passed them. Begonia laughed until the smelly cloud reached her nose.
It was worse than when the rhino at the zoo farted, and that chased away a crowd of a hundred people. Jack grabbed his nose and focused on not throwing up. Even with his nostrils squeezed shut, the air tasted putrid as he did his best to breathe as little as possible through his mouth. He thought for sure that his nose would bleed if he let it go.
Something wet and chunky hit Jack’s leg with projectile force. He looked down and there was Kenny sitting up and clutching his gut with both hands. “What stinks?” Kenny asked before heaving the remaining contents of his stomach at Jack’s feet.
Jack wiped his leg off with a fern and coughed. “Nodosaurus fart.”
“Oh,” Kenny said. “My head hurts.”
“It would,” Rick said. “I’m pretty sure you got a concussion.”
Whatever Kenny said next was drowned out by a ferocious roar that was way too close for comfort. Bushes crackled under enormous footsteps.
“I think the Nodosaurus were running from something,” Jack said.
Rick nodded. “I think you’re right. Kenny, can you run?”
“Maybe.”
“Good enough for me,” Jack said.
The noises got closer and the kids saw their source walk out of the trees on two enormous legs with three viciously clawed toes. Three more scythe-like talons decorated the ends of stubby arms. Golden yellow eyes stared forward out of a huge face. Sharp ridges ran from just above its eyes to its nostrils and another bigger one started at the top of its head and went all the way to the tip of its tail. Its lower jaw appeared to be as big as the rest of its head, and its entire gaping mouth was lined with sharp, peg-shaped teeth that were longer than Jack’s whole hand.
“I think I know that one,” Jack said. “T-Rex?”
Rick stared at the beast without moving. “Nope. Wrong part of the Cretaceous. Acrocanthosaurus. Bigger than T-Rex.”
“Okay, that’s nice. What do we do?” Jack’s voice was a little higher than he was used to.
“Well,” Rick said. “We could hang tight and hope it doesn’t notice us, but I bet we smell new and tasty.” Sure enough, the Acrocanthosaurus stopped walking and sniffed the air, looking left and right.
“And plan B?” Jack whispered.
“It’s not nearly as fast as a Velociraptor. We couldn’t outrun it in a straight shot, but it can’t turn as well as we can.”
Jack nodded. “So zigzag?”
“Probably,” Rick said and bit his lip.
“Probably?” Kenny said.
“Best we got.”
“Okay,” Jack took a deep breath. “Rick, you and I are gonna help Kenny. I’ll take his right shoulder and you take his left one. Kenny, you run as well as you can, and we’ll keep you up and moving if you need it. Begonia, You are going to run as fast as you can and race us back to the portal. What’s the route, Rick?”
Rick studied the short stretch of forest between them and the edge of the lake. “Let’s run straight to that cycad and then-”
“That what?” Begonia asked.
“That plant that looks like the top of a palm tree.”
Begonia nodded.
“So we’ll run to that cycad,” Rick continued, “And then we’ll loop around it and head for that pine over there. We’ll turn again and go to that boulder near the shore and then go straight to the chair as fast as we can. Once we’re in the water, we’ll be slower, so let’s aim to get outta here as quick as possible.”
“Everyone got that?” Jack asked.
The Acrocanthosaurus roared again. Jack imagined that he could smell the old meat on its breath. A glob of drool dripped out of its mouth as it spotted them.
“Now! Run!” Jack yelled and lunged at Kenny. He and Rick helped Kenny on his feet and dashed for the cycad with Begonia ahead of them and the Acrocanthosaurus uncomfortably close behind. Kenny was barely holding his weight, let alone sprinting. Jack could feel hot breath on his back when he reached the cycad.
They turned.
The Acrocanthosaurus kept on thundering forward a few steps before lumbering to a halt to turn around.
Begonia had gotten to the pine tree and was hiding behind it. Jack, Kenny, and Rick were halfway there. The huge theropod started running again and was gaining fast. The boys reached the pine tree and the entire group dashed for the boulder.
There was another roar as a second Acrocanthosaurus jumped out of the trees to land on the first one’s back. “Great,” Rick wheezed. “They’re fighting over us.”
When they reached the boulder, the two Acrocanthosaurus were still fighting. Teeth and claws were going every which way and Begonia clamped her hands over her ears to try to block out the screaming.
Jack pointed at their first set of footprints leading out of the water. “Keep going!”
They pulled their goggles on and ran full tilt into the lake. By the time they found the chair next to the giant clam again, the Acrocanthosaurus were done fighting. One of them was lying on the ground with its leg turned away from its body at a disturbing angle and the other was trotting towards them with blood covering its face.
“Dive!” Jack said.
They all swam straight down. Even Kenny. From underwater, the Acrocanthosaurus’ footsteps sounded like thunder in a hurricane. They all grabbed the chair as fast as they could.
The water got colder and silent. The clam disappeared and the chair was attached to a water pump again. The kids kicked off of the pebbly lakebed and made for the surface. The cottages were back, and Jack’s Aunt Sharon was pacing on the dock with a phone in one hand and the other gesticulating wildly.
When she saw her daughter, nephew, and his friends, she dropped the phone. “Where have you been?” She said. “We were so worried that we called the police! What happened to Kenny?”
Begonia scrubbed the last of the spider guts out her hair and handed her mother the prehistoric flower that her cousin had given her. “You wouldn’t believe it if we told you.”