Eggsasperation || Solo [POTW]
Eggs. It had to be eggs. Zeke couldn't stand the taste ever since his aunt Marge used to force feed her hen's eggs to him while he hung upside down in the back yard. Who was Aunt Marge again? The man shook his head for the trillionth time. What the fuck was up with this town? While he'd come knowing that it had a reputation, Zeke certainly hadn't expected to find himself working for an Argentinean Dance Complex and paying his student loans by dancing at night at the local- NO. This had to stop.
After Neven told him about a possible cure, Zeke couldn't have gotten into his car any faster if he'd had a teleporter. What if the eggs were all gone? What if one of the monster birds was there waiting for him? Without a second thought, Zeke was barreling through the streets of Ashkent with one thing on his mind: eggs. He vaguely wondered how the kid had figured it out, or how he'd eaten them, but decided that wasn't very important if it worked. As far as he knew, Neven was still alive and that's all that mattered to Zeke. In a matter of minutes, Zeke was jumping out of his car, ignoring the silence that surrounded him. If he'd been paying more attention to the world around him rather than on just trying to spot any eggs like some twisted Easter Egg Hunt, he might've noticed the eery silence that enveloped him. The only sound that echoed around the trees was his own loud feet crunching through leaves and branches, not a bird or mouse to be found.
Even the lake was still as glass, lifeless and dark. He reached the water's edge in no time and scanned the scene for anything that resembled an egg. Neven hadn't been too detailed in his description of what he needed to look for, or even what part of the lake to look near and Zeke kicked himself for not trying to ask more questions. No location, not even a description of what kind of eggs he was looking for. Chicken? Sea turtle? Dinosaur?
The man whipped out his phone, ready to send off a message to the kid when the loud shriek threw him off guard. His phone fell out of his hand as he stared up at one of the escaped tigers from the Los Angeles Z- giant monster birds he and Deirdre had seen when they failed initiation. "Aw shit."
Leaping into action, the bird dove towards him, sending a few of it's razor sharp feathers zipping past him. A few lanced off his arms while one planted itself firmly in his thigh. Letting out a howl of pain, Zeke dove to the side, rolling quickly to get back on his feet, keeping all of his weight off the now injured leg. He grimaced, wishing for once to be the monster that hid inside him. There was no way the bird would be able to hold it's own against a wendigo, and the thought felt sour. He shouldn't wish to be a monster. But at the moment, if he could tell the truth, it sure as hell would come in handy.
The bird grew more frenzied and Zeke finally saw why: a few feet away, a large nest filled with ostrich sized eggs was nestled just out of sight. Eggs. Throwing a quick glance back to gauge the distance between him and his attacker, Zeke made the call. Launching himself forward, he managed to get his hand on the closest egg just as a pile of steaming, acidic shit hit the ground millimeters from his pinky finger. He and Deirdre had outrun one of the bastards once, now he just had to do it with a damn weaponized feather sticking out of his leg. Zeke grit his teeth and took off in the direction of his car feeling the air around him swirl with each flap of the giant bird’s wings. With every step Zeke took, the bird seemed to gain a mile. Feathers rained down around him, but luckily missed piercing through him. A couple grazed his arms, his cheek, one even nicked his ear, but he was used to getting bruised up.
His car in sight, Zeke pushed as hard as he could, the pain in his leg worsening with each stride. That was gonna be a bitch later, but other than being a hindrance, it wasn't exactly at the forefront if his mind. The bird seemed to fall behind, maybe not wanting to stray too far from her eggs, but it continued to aim projectiles with deadly force. Thanking God he was in too much of a rush to lock the door, Zeke ripped it open and hurled himself and the egg inside just as another pile of shit flew at the window. He thrust the car into drive and slammed his foot on the pedal, leaving the bird behind. Blood seemed to pour out of his leg and Zeke groaned, knowing there would be no getting all the blood out of the upholstery. He glanced down at the egg in his lap.
This shit better be worth it.