Here we go again =)
Reposting my stories. Note: I have to say that this word limitation is annoying
NIMH Unbound #1
The storm had passed. The sky was now calm. The sound of thunder became distant as the storm clouds rolled across the plains. But it was still quiet. The creatures of the night remained in their shelters and the ones who didn’t have shelters searched, wet and miserable, for a new home or food. But there was no sound except for the distant thunder. The only sound that emitted in the area was low, sinister laugh.
The tall rat composed himself, knocking off the clumps of dirt that had stuck to his tunic. Clutching the jagged sword in his hand he turned towards the group of rodents who had watched in silence the carnage that had just unfolded. Although it had seemed like an long ordeal the fight only lasted no more than a minute starting with the assault on the small mouse, who was by now clutching an elder mouse, and ended with the murder of a tall rat in a blue and white tunic who now laid unmoving at the tall rat’s feet. In the distance is another injured rat lying facedown in the mud clutching his bleeding abdomen. The tall rat standing amongst the injured and presumably dead narrowed his eyes at the group of rats, raised his sword so now it was pointing directly at the group as if warn off any attacks, and walked slowly forward.
“Anyone who opposes me will end up like this two fools”, said Jenner while using his free to wave half-hearted at the two fallen rats. Jenner’s glare now focused on the small mouse who was still clutching the elder mouse. “The stone.” Jenner continued walking forward while outstretching his left hand, expecting the gold amulet that hung around the mouse’s neck to be in it. At first the mouse seemed to be given in to his demands until a group of rats started to surround her and the elder mouse, forming a barrier of protection. Jenner stopped. He gritted his teeth.
“More lambs for the slaughter eh”, he said intimidatingly. “You’ll be fools to try.” This was true. Despite the courage of this group of rats they were at a disadvantage. The moving of mouse’s home, a cement block, was an engineering job and therefore didn’t require the use of weapons. The rats looked at each other and then at the shivering mouse at their feet. They seemed to reach a conclusion without saying a word. They stood their ground.
Jenner’s eyes narrowed further as his breathing increased. His fist clenched with rage and was about to unleash a barrage of verbal insults and threats when out of the corner of his eye something unexpected was happening. The mud surrounding the cement block started bubble and the block tilted sideways and began to sink. The mouse leapt to her feet. “Oh no”, said Mrs. Brisby in low, horrified whisper as her home along with her four children began to disappear into the ground. The elder mouse, Mr. Ages, struggled to get his feet and he too had a look of horror on his face. So did the rats who had gathered around the two mice.
“There must be a sinkhole”, yelled Mr. Ages as he struggled to move with the plaster cast on his leg. He lost his cane when he was attacked by Jenner while trying to defend Mrs. Brisby. “The block is sinking”, cried a rat as the group began to move toward the impending disaster. Their path was blocked by Jenner.
“No you don’t. Simple choice Mrs. Brisby: give me the stone and I’ll let you save your children.” Mrs. Brisby’s hands moved towards her neck. A fuming Mr. Ages was about say something to Jenner when he was halted by Mrs. Brisby. She gently shook her head at him preventing him from speaking. She turned towards Jenner. She removed the amulet from her neck and with all her might flung it towards the tall rat. It landed at his feet. Jenner’s expression went from pure rage to absolute delight. He laughed as he bent down to retrieve the amulet. As he did so he slowly stepped aside allowing the group access to the sinking block. Mrs. Brisby shot passed the rest, struggling through the swirling mud towards her home and her children. Orders were being barked, rats racing about trying to gather materials that could aid the effort, and ideas being quickly tossed around as the block lifted vertically into the air.