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Planet Earth--Chapter 8

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Planet Earth

Chapter Eight: A Stray Away from Home


  Downtown Station Square was known to be one of the most undeveloped and dangerous part of the city—filled with so much crime and havoc that people living there find it a daily routine to see the cops during their breakfast, lunch and dinner hours…strange folks of many kind lurked in the shadows, eager to pick on a victim they can steal from and torment…even some homeless folks were seen in the alleyways, prancing and singing about how good life will soon be given to them. It wasn’t a safe place to build your family around, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t perfect enough to live in. There were some local stores open for services selling things like TVs, DVDs, games, groceries, medicine and more—they get the most amount of money down here because the citizens in this part of town need as much supplies as possible to survive.

  This place was like a jungle built for only the strong to pick on the weak…built to prove who has the most courage and strength to top all humans—one step in this area and you knew you were in for one heck of a battle. There were no freebies, mercies or even a pat on the shoulder, it’s either defend yourself or get taken out—because of such an attitude this place uncovers, most people would rather drive a few miles around the place than go straight into its trap. However, what did keep the peace amongst the folks was a certain detective by the name of Thomas Connors; he is the true meaning of justice and liberty.

  A long beige coat covered his arms and hung down his waist, a beige hat covering his silk, brown hair; his skin coated in a healthy fleshy pink color, his eyes vibrant as the grass, brown shoes covering his feet while a nice vest-like attire covered the main part of his body, and his triumphant and courageous look of his smiles made criminals and schemers tremble in fear. Everyone in this town knew that he wasn’t someone to mess with…he will put anyone in their place with a single stare—he meant business and wasn’t allowing anyone to take him down. He is known for catching the highest criminals in three major cities; because of such a grand reputation, police were honored to see him walk into their department.

  He stepped out of his vehicle and placed his shoes down onto the cracked gravel beneath him—everyone went all silent, afraid of what he might to do them and wondering whether he was here to place another criminal behind bars; and he was. A criminal by the name of Jack Stanton managed to escape from jail two days ago—police searched for any tracks, debris or clue that could lead to where this guy was, but there wasn’t. This man was crafted and known to never being caught by his escapes—when Jack wanted to disappear; he makes sure it is known before anyone could lay their eyes upon him. After hours upon hours of searching, Connors finally has a lead on where this lowlife might be.

  As he shoes clacked away against the cement, a small lime green crocodile crawled his way from out of the sewers coughing and gaging up the tasteless water from his mouth—lime green scales covered the majority of his body while a yellow-green plates scaled from his chest down to the tip of his tail…red-orange spikes were visible seem from his back, his eyes were orange as the sunset, black attire covered his feet, wrists and shoulders and his muzzle, so narrow and sharp that he could easily snap anyone in half with one clamp; by the look of his size, he seemed to be at least 11-years-old.

  He groaned and shook his head before looking around the area he was in. There wasn’t a vast land of green grass, rivers and lakes nor animals that ran freely—if you count pigeons that is. What happened to the wildlife he once lived in? What happened to the river he loved to swim in everyday? He had a feeling that he wasn’t in the freedom and carefree continent of Australia anymore…so where was he? He climbed up onto the sidewalk, shivering from the uncomfortable feeling of gravel hitting against his fingers—he crawled his way downward into an alleyway; he looked around for any opening or exit, but nothing appealed his interest, just as he was about to leave, he growled out in pain as a shadowed figure trampled over his tail.

  He snarled, snapping his jaw and turned around, seeing a robber beginning to pick himself up after that stumble; the crocodile gave out a menacing as he lunged forward and clamped his jaws shut onto the criminal’s leg! The man screamed and hollered in pain, punching at the crocodile, hoping it would open its mouth, but all he provoked it to do was clamp down even harder. The criminal shrieked even louder, thinking that this was how he’s going to die when two pair of hands began to yank on the crocodile’s mouth.

  The young reptilian looked over to see who dared to disturb his catch and noticed it was some strange guy in a beige coat—he snarled lowly, warning the person to step away from him, but was quickly gurgled in surprise as he felt his pressure point being poked. He released the man as the cops went over and handcuffed him while Connors continued to keep a firm grip on the reptile—the crocodile hissed and snarled as he squirmed and struggled to get out of his grip; he tried snapping at the man a few times, but he was just too short of his reach.

         “Nice work detective, we’ll make sure this guy is in a special locked cell for him to sleep on for the rest of his life,” the police man smiled, “Hey, you got yourself one heck of a wild one there.”

         “Yeah…feisty little thing he is,” Connors spoke, “He needs to be put in a zoo or something. He’s way too dangerous to be out and loose in the city.”

         “Fine, I’ll let Central Station Square’s Zookeeper know about a new addition to their exhibition,” The police offer nodded, “If it wasn’t for that little guy, Jack would’ve never been caught.”

  Connors continued to hold the squirming crocodile with all his might, making sure he didn’t end up the same way as Jack did, but one thing bugged his mind…the police officer was right. If it wasn’t for this tempered lad, Jack would’ve been out of reach and out of sight—it’s thanks to this reptilian that he was able to settle the peace in the police department once again as well as preventing any future lives from being lost.

         He glanced at the crocodile once more as he spoke, “Hey Officer, cancel that appointment to the zoo. I think I’m going to keep this rambunctious little lad.”

         “Are you out of your mind?!” the police officer exclaimed, “A crocodile for a pet…do you even know how dangerous and unpredictable these beasts are? You know you are setting yourself up into a death trap if you do this.”

         “And it’s one I’m willing to take,” Connors grunted as he placed the crocodile in a small, yet comfortable cage, “These lad is a true crime fighter, and I could use some of that inspiration on my team. Besides, I think he’ll enjoy the company that awaits him at my place.”

         “Thomas, I know you like exotic pets, but you are one crazy dude,” the police offer smirked, “Well, incase this reptiles becomes the next Godzilla, give me a call and I’ll handle him for you.”

         “Thanks for the help, but I assure you that he’ll mean no harm,” Connors smiled, “I can see us becoming very good friends.”

  The small crocodile gave one last snarl before facing his back at Connors—he refused to become some sort of pet to this lowlife…as soon as he was let out, he was heading straight out the door and back home where he belonged. However, he was curious about the “ company” Connors had waiting for him. He wondered who or what they were and whether or not they mean well or could cause harm to him—I guess he would have to wait and see.
Phew...it's been a long while since I've written up a chapter, really sorry about that but Junior year really has taken a big toll on me as well as writer's block. Anyways, I'll be posting up more chapters now I got my inspiration back.

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:nuu: AAAAAHHHH THE NEXT ONE ISN'T MADE YET!!! IM GONNA DIIIIIIIEEEE!!!:slinky: