Wake up call wasn’t exactly what Dax was used to. An alarm, that he could destroy and replace every morning but in this case, the sirens vibrated the trees he took shelter in. Gripping one of the branches, Dax concentrated on focused on being one with the shadows. He knew his fire breathing wouldn’t help him now. Especially against a team of trained killers.
“Eighteen hours and thirty minutes.” A computerized voice announced from the city.
Closing his eyes, Dax tightened his grip on the branch. A few feet away from him stood one of the task force members. He stood, tall and built. Down his back were triangle shaped scales. He wasn’t a flyer, but there was no doubt that the earth was his terrain.
“Dax Rye,” The member began in his gargle like voice. “You do know that after the time is up, we’re allowed to kill you in the next twenty four?” He laughed. “So, in reality.” He shouted. “You have to run for seventy-two hours!”
Seventy-two… Dax sighed. Staying in one place couldn’t be the answer to this. These the task force consisted of the strongest, however, so Dax couldn’t see how he could take even one of them down. Sniffing the air, the task force member growled.
“You’re here somewhere, Rye!” He shouted. “And I’ll be the one to turn you in.” He laughed. “Or maybe I won’t turn you in.”
A chill ran up Dax’s spine. This mythic wasn’t planning on turning him in which meant only one thing. Eyeing his surroundings, he calculated the distance between the two of them. He couldn’t outrun him. He could out fly him but if he went into the air, he’d have to worry about the other flyers and even thought he was able to put himself on the board for a recording time, Dax knew good and well that the top three flyers, which doubled his time, were able to make the task force.
Dax held his breath as the monster crept towards his direction. “I can smell you, Dax.” He boomed.
Above him, a voice chitted. “We can smell you.” Dax assumed that there was a flyer above him which meant that he couldn’t fly to escape. There had to be another way. But something was off about the two’s precision. If two of the task force members could smell him then why couldn’t they find him? He had done everything he could to stay still, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.
“Croxis.” The flyer boomed. “He’s here, directly under me.” He growled. “Find the boy.”
“Even if he was in his dragon form…” The one name Croxis snarled.”Then why am I not seeing him?”! He snapped back.
“Because you’re blind!” Argued the flyer.
“Croxis is not blind!” He shouted. “Garum is blind!” HE spat.
The one Dax assumed to be named Garum screeched in annoyance, making Dax grip the branch even tighter, at this point, he wasn’t sure how the branch was holding.
“Garum!” Croxis snapped as he threw a tree trunk at his peer. “You know I hate it when you do that.”
“It’ll bring out the boy!” argued, Garum. “The ears of any creature can only handle so much of my screech.”
“That goes for me and the other members too, you idiot!” He shouted, more in a way of not being able to hear himself.
“Like I care about your ears!” He laughed, and screeched once more. This time, he held it, while Croxis burried his head in the dirt.
This was it. Dax had to move now or it would be too late. Yes, there were other members, but there had to be a reason why they couldn’t seem him, so he had to take advantage of it and the foolishness of Garum. Jolting forward, Dax ran past Croxis, glancing up to see Garum, a fellow flyer but more from the bird species. Running, Dax didn’t think to look back until the screeching subsided, then, he paused to take a short break.
His ears bled, and for a moment, all he could hear was a ringing sound. How, Garum didn’t see him, he didn’t understand. All he knew, was that he was lucky. Overhead, two other flyers on the team darted towards Garum’s location. In front of him, what seemed to be a form of a rhino slammed their horn into the trees, tearing them out of their way. In his surprised, a female voice emerged from the monster.
“I hate it when Garum makes a scene.” She shouted to herself. “But that boy isn’t getting away. Not on my watch.” She snarled, leaving a path behind her as she tore down the forest.
It was impossible. How could she not see him? He was standing in clear view at that point, that or she was so narrow minded that she missed him. Taking in a breath, Dax began to walk
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