See chapter 1
Author's Note: Oh geez…after telling Marie I didn’t write at all in
the past 3 days , she…um..well ^^o Seems like she’s going to bite me!!! Lol
I thought I’d switch perspectives of how the story would go. After all, it’s
much better than speaking in mystery and not making any sense at all. So the
first half (I mean, quarter) is seen through, but not narrated by Dory. The
other is Marlin’s. If you haven’t noticed, sometimes the cast talk/think in
between their own voice. ‘…..’ is thinking and “….” is talking.
Enjoy, ‘cause you won’t like it!
Chapter 4: I Won't Fall to You......Again.
‘………!!’ Random words were shooting through Dory’s mind at the moment of
her coming death. In the blink of an eye, a great barracuda hungrily darted
for her whole body, snapping its mouth that was just dying out of eager to
devour her in one bite.
“DORY!!!!!!!” a voice shouted. Something then hit her, shoving her to the
side and away from the predator, before she was quickly grabbed and engulfed
in something soft, and elastic that burned like little stinging needles.
All of the sudden, her body felt numb. ‘……it hurts..’ Whatever it was that
was holding her firmly, it wasn’t going to let her go. Poison was eating through
her skin, followed by the swirling dizziness that shrouded her mind.
“AH!!” At the same time, she could hear a fretting outcry from someone close
by. “Dory!” She couldn’t see anything anymore. It was pitch black, while that
stinging feeling of pain wouldn’t leave her. Was she dead? Had she been eaten?
No, she was still breathing…at least she think she was.
“Dory! Dory!” All her senses had failed, except her hearing. Dory could
hear an anxious voice call her. “Get a hold of yourself! DORY!”
When Dory was pushed aside from the advancing barracuda, his body moved
on its own, acting on its natural instinct. Dory was out of the danger from
being eaten, however, “Oh no….!!” Marlin had not foreseen he had shoved his
dear friend into a poisonous anemone below him.
It took some time for Marlin to realize what was happening, that is, until
the jaws of the vicious barracuda snapped for him. He barely evaded those
razor sharp teeth! Dodging it by just a downward swim! The predator dashed
passed him, but turned around in an instant. There was no time to react! Marlin
was going to be eaten, if he wasn’t going to—
“DORY!!!” he shouted once more. The barracuda darted for him again
with such speed, that Marlin thought he going the speed of a sea-slug! As
fast as his little fins would permit, Marlin swam down toward the anemone.
He was flung forward and into the poisonous plant when he dodged the predator’s
Marlin’s clownfish body allowed him to remain in the anemone. The plant-like
animal did not sting him. He wasn’t going to be affected by its poison. He
was safe, but what about—
“Dory! Dory, where are you?!” he was nervously whipping around, when he
spotted something blue in between the anemone’s tentacles. “DORY!” He hurriedly
yanked her out of the poisonous grasp and placed her in the center of the
anemone. “A-are you alright?! Are you okay?” What kind of question was that?!
‘Of course, she wasn’t okay, you moron!’ Marlin protectively kept Dory
away from those hungry tentacles. “Dory!” he turned her around, tapping her
face, “Say something! A word—a whisper—just—something!! ANYTHING!!” He wanted
to see, hear, whale-sound—HECK! Any sign that would indicate she was still
She was silent. It felt creepy. Marlin could barely even think! ‘Think Marlin!
THINK!!’ The barracuda ominously floated above the anemone. “Look, look, look!
Where does P Sherman live?”
Dory moaned, and somehow started mumbling, ”P…Sherman…..Wallaby….Syd—“
“Yes! Yes!” Dory was alive! “That’s it!!” She was still breathing! She’s—
suddenly the jaws of the barracuda pierced through the tentacles! ‘WHAT’S
THIS?!!’ Weren’t predators SUPPOSED to stay away anemones?! Didn’t the tentacles
sting it!? Luckily it did, because the fish quickly yanked its face out of
the burning anemone, whipping about itself in pain.
‘Thank goodness!’ He released a heavy sign of relief, but—‘We can’t
stay here any longer!’ the poison was slowly shriveling Dory’s body. Marlin
tried his best not to panic, how could he not? They were safe from the barracuda—yes,
that was the positive aspect, but Dory wasn’t safe against the tentacles of
Marlin greeted his teeth out of fear and frustration. “DANG IT!!”
He was in a total jam, right about now. The choice was either to have both
of them being eaten by that violent fish, or letting his last friend being
stung to death.....
“What am I going to do?!” He glanced down at Dory, at the verge of despair,
while he firmly held her in his fins on the anemone floor. Minutes went by,
even seconds of utter silence seemed like Death was leering on them.
Marlin looked up above him, (‘Are you going to
let her die?’) someone mentally asked. He stared into the open
ocean where that deadly fish was still waiting on them to come out of that
blasted anemone. (‘Are you letting her die?’)
‘…no…..’ Out of nowhere, the death of Coral played in his mind, ‘…no….’
(‘MARLIN!!!!’) the voice
of his deceased wife yelled.
“CORAL?!?!” he gasped wide-eyed.
“Mar-,” he noticed Dory barely mumbling, “-lin….” Was she trying not to
forget him? Was he trying not to forget Coral? It felt awkward, so strange
when Marlin carefully watched Dory.
‘I see her reflection… ‘those words simply floated out of his mouth,
’her reflection…,’ he carefully brushed her face with his fin. ‘I see Coral’s
reflection…’ “No…..I won’t.” he let go of Dory, “I WON’T let Dory die!!” and
with that, he awaited for that barracuda, that same species who killed Coral,
to swim far enough from the anemone.
Marlin poked his head out of the anemone, observing, and scrutinizing the
environment. “There’s got to be some other—A-HA!” there was a narrow tunnel
not too far away from them. The clownfish timed his actions and swiftly rushed
out into the open, with the blue tang firmly clutched in his fins. It didn’t
take much for the barracuda to notice, because the snapping sounds of its
impatient jaws were heard right behind him!
Somehow, probably through sheer luck, Marlin managed to evade the predator’s
teeth. Zig-zacking left and right in heated chase, “If I can—,“ while the
barracuda was surely growing annoyed with its delayed dinner. “No! I WILL
make it into that tunnel!!!!” The predator suddenly thrust forward, snapping
with greed. The tunnel was right there! Right in front of him! He was going
to make it! He and Dory were going to be safe!! ……correction, they WOULD have
been safe. The barracuda was positioned in front of the tunnel!
“DANG!” Marlin jolted. Obviously, this predator was a smart one, a smart
one alright! “Is it me or—“ or was this beast really THAT desperate on eating
them? It went after them like there was no tomorrow! It waited for them
to leave the anemone, it even ATTACK the anemone just to get them?! ‘What’s
wrong with this fish!!’ he shuffled backward.
The barracuda leered on them, especially on Marlin. This time, it was going
to taste the flesh of fish….
*LOL, should I stop here? ^_~ AWE! But I’m tired! I woke up at 6AM due to
a restless night of itching sleep. Yeah, I got a bug bite and it’s itching