“Don’t slow down!” Talon’s shout strained her voice.
Griffin thought the advice was fairly self evident, but out of impulse shouted back, “good idea!”
The two jumped over beams and metal shards, dodged rods jutting out from piles of discarded boats and planes. They had come to a graveyard for machines in search of a relic. They had found the relic, but discovered the plot of land was not exactly a graveyard.
Behind them lumbered a giant of glass and steel. The nefarious mechanical monstrosity seemed to conjure itself into existence the moment Griffin took hold of the formerly hidden relic. The adventurers asked not the how or why of the relic being found in a scrap heap outside the budding metropolis they called home; they stopped asking those questions long ago. The only question they dared ask this cold autumn evening was how to escape the relic’s power.
“It is like a self defense mechanism,” Talon said. Griffin had finally caught up to her and the two found themselves running side by side through the ever narrowing aisles of the junk yard.
“The relic felt it was in danger so it called created a zombie automaton to smash us?” Griffin asked to confirm he understood his partner properly. He hoped he had not.
“In essence, yes. Duck!” Talon rolled under what appeared to be a biplane’s broken wing.
Griffin tucked his head to his shoulder and tore through the crumbling and fragile wing. He thought there was nothing to lose; if the wing had not crumbled away at least he would not be conscious when the metal beast ate him whole. That he survived was a pleasant surprise.
“Your instinct was to rush the wing?” Talon sneered. She was surprised her partner had survived even this long.
“That’s actually not a bad plan. I’m going to double back on the robot. We can try to knock one of these piles on it. Take the relic,” Griffin pulled from his pocket a purple gem stone covered in the carvings of a language long ago forgotten to history and handed it to Talon.
Griffin took a sharp right turn and began his attempt to get behind the monstrous amalgamation of byproducts of the burgeoning industrial age.
“I’ll bring him to you,” Talon shouted. She kept her path waiting for a turn some yards ahead.
Behind her the monster roared. Talon heard the clanging of broken rail track and steel of forgotten ironclads hit the mounds and ground behind her. These scraps made up the monster’s arms and legs. It’s abdomen was the wreckage of a bent and mangled steam engine. Soot fell from its mouth, the head made from a torn carriage, and behind the monster smoke as black as night flowed to the sky.
Talon made it to her turn, pivoted right, sent dirt flying behind her and checked back to see the monster had at some point gained a propeller for a hand. The spinning blades were still in pursuit though, so the plan was working in a way.
She circled around what appeared to half a tug-boat and began running back to the place of the monster’s origin. She looked ahead and Griffin atop a metal mountain waving his hands frantically above his head before pointing to something large enough to crush the monster.
“Good find,” Talon said. She picked up her pace to allow more room between her and the beast.
Griffin watched, waited, and tried to catch his breath. He had no idea trash heaps could be go so high.
Talon zipped by below and was quickly clear of what Griffin was calling, in his head, the ‘splash zone’. He began shoving over what appeared to be a crane once used to build the near by city. Now it was a monster mallet.
With grunts and oddly high pitched squeaks, Griffin pushed over the crane just in time. It slipped down with an avalanche of parts and scrap in its wake before coming to fast stop atop the monster’s body. The beast broke apart without a sound.
“That was a rather disappointing finish,” Talon said.
Griffin jumped. He did not notice her arrival. “How did you get up here so quick?” He asked.
“It’s not that high,” Talon answered. “You remember that thing in Maldova? With its green glow? I wish more of the things that tried to kill us had a glow to them.”
“Next monster we’ll throw paint on,” Griffin said.
“That’s a plan. Let’s get the relic to the safehouse before it sounds another alarm,” Talon said. The two
Optional soundtrack! Because stories like music and this track felt like being chased by a giant mechanical monster brought to life by a magical rock through a junk yard. I’m sure there’s a word for that feeling…