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What If A Dragon Attacks?

September 10, 2013

BOOM!!! The explosion was loud. Flames shot several hundred feet in all directions. Chunks of singed flesh and sheets of sticky, dark blood rained down. Several houses were flattened like pancakes by the force of the blast. “Wow!” Breathed in awe several of the Militia members standing on the ridge of the hill. The ever irreverent Ted said. “Cool, Dragon shish kebab.”

“Let ’em try ‘n say we’re pulling a hoax now!” Walter spat. He kicked a piece of Dragon hide that had landed next to his foot. “We got proof!”

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The Stinger missiles hummed as they acquired the target. “Everyone locked on?” Walter inquired. A chorus of “Yup’s and yeses.” came from the assembled Militia. “On the count of three. One! Two! Three! Fire!” His thumb and those of eleven other people hit the firing triggers. A dozen Stinger missiles shot away in a blaze of glory.

“Get your second Stinger ready to launch!” Walter shouted.

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The rapid clatter of a computer typing filled the basement. “Okay, I’ve found the military surplus site. How many should I order Walter?” Jim rubbed his aching eyes as he squinted at the screen.

“Get two dozen, better to have too many than not enough. Pay for overnight delivery.”

“Two dozen Stingers on the way.”

“Now we just hunker down and survive until they arrive.”

“They were just delivered Walter!”

“Thank God the post office is still functioning. I’m getting tired of hiding in the basement!

“What do we do Walter?”

“We gather the Militia and put that beast out of our misery!”

“Everybody remember the plan! We climb to the top of the hill. We’ll be sheltered by the trees. We find a clear spot and aim for the Dragon when he drops down. When I give the signal, we fire!” The elven men and women of the Militia nodded their agreement. They shouldered the stingers and scaled the hill. They had the perfect vantage point overlooking the town.

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The Dragon was huge, larger than a jumbo jet. Its mighty wings beat powerfully in the sky. The crippled ultralight airplane spiraled down to crash into the lake. Frank didn’t survive. The Dragon blasted a gout of fire twenty feet in diameter. It roared in triumph and flew out of sight. “Well that sure was a bad idea! It swatted that plane like a fly.”

“What do we try next Walter?”

“Something that doesn’t involve flying. That beast rules the sky. I’ve got it! It breathes fire!”

“So what?”

“So it puts out a lot of heat, maybe even enough for a missile to lock onto. Stingers! That’s the answer!”

“Where are we going to get Stinger missiles Walter?”

“On the internet of course, you can find everything there.”

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The ultralight buzzed like a giant mosquito. “Get as close as you can Frank. Throw the Molotov’s and get out of there as fast as possible.” Walter shouted over the noise.

Frank nodded soberly. “I’ll do my best Walter.”

The plane bounced down the grass-covered runway and lifted into the air. “Do you think he can do it Walter?” Jim asked.

“I hope so, I sure hope so.” The Dragon was a small speck in the sky. The ultralight climbed to meet it.

The Dragon saw the ultralight. It folded its wings and plummeted down from the heights. He dove for the ultralight. Frank jinked and swerved to no avail. A blast of fire erupted from the dragon’s mouth. The fabric wings of the ultralight caught ablaze. It fluttered and fell from the sky.

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They mixed the gasoline with the alcohol and poured it into the six empty glass bottles. They made fuses from torn cotton t-shirts. They checked the lighter. It caught quickly and easily. They hung the Molotov cocktails from the harness they rigged in the frame of the ultralight. “Good luck Frank.” Walter and Jim shook his hand. Frank carefully tucked the lighter in his shirt pocket. He took his seat in the ultralight and strapped in. Walter and Jim stepped back as he started the engine.

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It caught the sleepy town unawares. Beating in from the east with the rising sun it strafed the village. Citizens screamed in terror as houses burnt and car alarms went off. Several people shot at it with their rifles. It did no good, the armour of its scales were too thick. The Dragon flew off unscathed.

“What was that Walter?” Jim asked his friend.

“Sure looked like a Dragon to me.”

“I thought Dragons were myths.”

“Not anymore, they’re not!”

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“A small town in the Finger Lakes Region of New York State has attempted to hoax the world. They claim that they were attacked by a flying fire-breathing dragon. Authorities assure us that dragons are not real. This has been CNN News.” The tv broadcaster said.

“They didn’t believe us!” Jim cried in horror. “The government isn’t going to do a thing to help us! The military laughed at me and said I was crazy!”

“Course not.” Walter snorted. “It’s not part of their world view.” Before the Dragon came Walter had been considered a paranoid survival nut. Now he was one of the few people prepared to do something about the situation. “We’re going to have to take care of the Dragon ourselves. We’ll form a Militia like the Colonists did.”

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The gymnasium of the high school buzzed with the voices of frightened people talking. “Listen up folks! We’re forming a Militia to deal with the Dragon. Anyone interested in volunteering step forward and sign up. People with weapons experience are preferred.” Walter made the announcement.

“Is it going to be dangerous Walter?” Jim asked anxiously.

“Probably, but not as dangerous as doing nothing will be.”

Jim gathered his courage and stepped forward. “I may not be much good, but I’m willing to try.”

“You’re a brave man, Jim. Anyone else?” Twelve people joined. “For the rest of you the get out-of-town! If you can’t leave the safest place for you is in your basements.”

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The loudspeaker on the town police car blared as it drove the streets. “Attention citizens, a town meeting will be held this evening at 7:00pm in the high school gym. All residents are urged to attend. Attention citizens, a town meeting will be held this evening at 7:00pm in the high school gym. All residents are urged to attend.”

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“How are we going to kill it Walter?”

“I think the best way is to air bomb it.”

“How, the airforce won’t give us any planes?”

“Anybody here got a pilot’s licence and a plane?” Walter glanced at the assembled Militia members.

Frank raised his hand. “I got an ultralight Walter. I reckon it’ll do the job.”

“Then let’s get ready!”

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Reality fractured. The long unused dimensional portal opened. The Dragon, its mighty wings tucked tightly to its body hurtled through into the skies of Earth. Its scales were a bright blood-red color. It blew a long jet of yellow-hot fire in celebration.

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In response to two challenges:
The Weekly Writing Challenge: Backward
Instead of starting at your story’s Big Bang, drop us off right at the End of Time: the final line of a conversation, the last, dramatic moment of a journey, the messy aftermath of a wild night out. Then, devote the rest of your post to showing us how you got there.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/09/writing-challenge-backward/

and The What If Challenge of 09/08/2013: What If a Dragon Attacks?
What if your hometown is attacked by a monstrous, flying, fire-breathing dragon?
http://okaywhatif.com/?s=what+if+a+dragon+attacks&submit=Search

Emily

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