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ancient-anteater · 4 months ago

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Here’s part 2! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing this, and I actually rewrote this part so it’s a lot better than what it was originally. It’s still some exposition but I did my best to make it work, enjoy!

Warren had bought the cargo ship and remodeled the entire under deck area, making an almost secret space for illegal shipments that could be delivered to Gotham and into his care. How else would he transport helicopters with question marks, or obscenely large working toy penguins without his crew immediately being arrested on the spot. He took effort into making sure the cruise always arrived at night safe into the harbor, spending money on high tech systems that would plot the course of the ship and arrive just on time, practically driving and steering it without needing anyone to control anything but a few buttons, levers, or something out on the deck. The main issue was the ship wouldn’t stop moving, even after different tests and trials there always needed to be a small crew to basically park the ship.

There were two control rooms one for the lower deck and one for the rest of the ship, the lower cargo area was practically separate from the ship with only a few doors connecting to crew quarters and no connection to the actual engine rooms. The main way to get into the lower cargo area was a straight ramp that came out onto the center of the upper deck. It always had a shipping container on top of it, at least it usually did. Due to the weight of the animals empty shipping containers had to be left behind, and the ones on top of the ramp doors were moved off to keep the full containers up top.

Below these doors were locked with chains, up top they had no door handle or any sort of system to open it and as Warren walked through the dark he hoped his eyes would adjust to the low light soon. He needed to find something to open those doors due to the huge raptors prowling around the quarters looking for what he had stolen. He knew they wouldn’t find the eggs though, he had hidden them in the main control room in a secret compartment… his train of thought left him as he paused crouching down next to a wooden crate as he heard an almost chirping sound, he waited for his eyes to adjust better to the darkness to take a better look at what was making such annoying sounds.

It was more of the small fluffed animals, similar to the one that had been in the bedroom and was currently in a pillow case that he was holding. A few seemed to have lighter tails similar to a young lizard, but he didn’t think about it too much when he realized they were eating. He looked over from the edge of the crate to get a better look, watching the small animals bite at an arm specifically picking at the fingers and the part exposing the bone and he couldn’t help but scrunch his face up as much as he could in disgust. These small ones had striped tails and barley made it up to his knee but he knew by the small bite on his face that they were still dangerous, one or two he could handle, but there seemed to be more squeaking, chirping, and hooting at each other to tear off pieces of muscle and skin to eat.

They were distracted so he moved, going between two tight cages and moving to where he could more easily climb onto a crate, he moved trying to look for the secondary control room. He kept turning his head until he saw the small red lights and the glow they gave off, and he saw the bloody handprints staining the inside glass.

Warren swallowed, shifting for a moment as he hesitated before he bit his tongue and moved onward. He climbed across crates trying to avoid the metal cages and make loud sounds, there was a ladder that led up to a catwalk leading into the control room. The catwalk was flimsy and would no doubt make a sound when he got up there so he had to be fast. If he could get up to the control room, he could grab the emergency radio he stashed away there for a “just in case” situation, this seemed like that kind of situation.

Warren climbed down from the crates, there were only metal cages from this point on and stepping on those would no doubt result in some sort of day ruiner. So he walked, tightly holding the bloody pillow case like a weapon as he moved forward, then felt it. Felt like something was watching him, it sent shocks up his spine when he turned his head slightly and saw two eyes that glowed in the slight red glow of the warning lights centered close to the catwalk. The steel was the one thing separating him and those eyes and there was a rumbling he felt shake his bones. It had come from the big thing stuck in the cage, the tranquilizers were wearing off, had it been that long? Were they that close to Gotham harbor?

Another grumbling sound shook his body and he realized now how some of the cages were empty, he had brought extra cages but not nearly as many as there were. How many animals were now running aboard the ship? How many- the animal opened its mouth and tried to move forward, its lips touching metal as it bared its teeth. Its teeth had to be as big as his hand, slightly curved and no doubt serrated. It had bumps all along its nose and between its eyes, separating into round almost rock like bumps over and around its eyes. Those glowing dots that stared at him, it hissed lowly like some sort of pissed off crocodile. There were bumps at the end of its mouth, and it suddenly moved teeth trying to close around the metal and bend it.

God he was so close to its teeth and jaws, but also so close to the ladder it was right there, it was right there. There was an angry bellow as it closed its jaws around the metal and the metal bended after some pressure, Warren was still before he reached his hand into the pillow case and pulled out the limp headless striped animal. He held its leg and with little effort threw it into the much bigger animal’s jaws, it was quick to move its head away in surprise at having food quite literally thrown down its throat and it grunted as it corrected its posture beat it could. The hugely round animal turned with effort to get its feet underneath it, small two fingered hands scraping against the floor as it’s foot got underneath it and it tried to stand, banging its back and head against the metal.

Warren with his sense finally coming back to him, ran. He ran to the ladder and scrambled up it, probably climbing the fastest he’s ever climbed in his life, including all the times he’s tried to jump across a roof to escape the Batman or his bird brats. He made it to the catwalk and didn’t care about the small glowing eyes or the waking eyes of bigger animals as he ran across it and ripped open the control room door, slamming it as he got in. He looked around, seeing the vent and quickly closing that, ignoring how he slipped slightly on red and how when he got to his knee to close the vent the blood soaked threw his pants leg.

He swallowed, breathing before he turned around, seeing a picked apart body missing an arm and a leg. He grasped his shirt as he looked at the body, it wasn’t the worst he had seen in his life but the visible ribs and torn apart back was something outstandingly new. He heard metal creaking and shuffling, as well as loud honking, grunting, grumbling sounds coming from the cages. They were all trying to get out some more successful than others, he ran his hands around the dashboard until he found light switches, flicking them on and not caring if the light was red as long as he could see properly. He saw immediately a few small groups of the tiny striped tail animals run and scatter, and saw some of the bigger animals knocking on the metal they were trapped in, denting and damaging it, escaping slowly but surely.

Warren screamed curses as he banged his hands on the console for a minute, he stood there head in his hand as he thought before looking under the console. He grabbed a box and practically threw away the first aid kit to instead grab a box with a long distance radio. He looked around as it rang, moving past the body to open the cabinet and finding the tools. They were all meant for fixing parts of the ship or the cages, and he grabbed the bolt cutters hanging as the call finally went through.

Part 2 of 3

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ancient-anteater · 4 months ago

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Final part! This part wasn’t that much different but I did change it up a little to make more sense! Enjoy!

The boat was rocking in the water, tilting towards Gotham in an immovable path. Boats rocked towards the ship and a few people climbed out, boarding the cargo ship as it swayed in the water. It rocked against waves batting at the sides of the ship, the Gotham harbor mist covering the ship and moving endlessly into the dark, the two people walked along the deck passing shipping containers and hearing the creak of the ship.

They had guns but didn’t take the situation seriously, holding them loosely even despite the absence of crew members, Roman Sionis and Oswald Cobblepot climbed aboard. The Black Masked man adjusting his suit as the shorter man looked around frowning as he walked, his cane clacking and echoing across the ship as two others joined up on the ship. Roman huffing as he watched the surrounding mist close in tighter and tighter. There was a loud metal screech and an open shipping container that caught Oswald’s attention, Roman continuing to walk forward towards the red flicking lights on the control room.

The ship was big, Oswald making it up behind Roman to the main control center, the Penguin walking on the metal stairs up and stopping, seeing the walkway around the main control room and the open door, a thick red substance dripping down the stairs, drip by drip in thick spots. Oswald touched it, rubbing the red between his fingers, it was cold and he huffed as he gestured for his guards to move forward, Roman waiting before following after as one opened the door and stepped inside, shouting that it was safe but- but dear god. Oswald came in after the Roman and looked at the bodies, there was the captain with fear plastered over his face but missing his lower jaw and neck. His teeth shone like small pearls despite his throat being torn out, flesh ripped and cut as if bitten.

Oswald looked at the other three, one was missing his arm, the bone looking like it was picked clean, his muscles ripped and stretched. His head was down, but his side was cut open in a long gash. Oswald hesitated as he looked at the other two, they looked like they had been trying to protect each other. Roman was crouching over and investigating the two, one was holding a metal pipe but it had small cuts in it almost like teeth marks, his other hand was over his stomach, ribs peaking through as he held his own upper and lower intensities in a cut, ripped hand.

The woman he was trying to protect was covering her face with her arms, but she was missing half a leg that had been thrown half way across the room, no doubt hitting the glass with how there were cracks in it just close enough to the catwalk around the room. Some of her fingers were gone on one hand, that hand itself looking like the skin was practically pulled off. Her stomach had been ripped open as well but the difference was her insides had actually been eaten. There was an empty cavity inside, the ribs, lungs, and heart remaining but looking half eaten. Like whoever was eating them was interrupted.

There was a chirp and Oswald swung around, Roman standing slowly as they both saw one of their guards laying on the ground holding his throat, an almost bird like animal standing on his stomach. It cocked its head, looking at him and the other three he was with. It turned its head the other way, watching, it chirped, leaning forward and sniffing the man choking on his own blood. It was bigger than a turkey but just ever so slightly, it’s arms had feathers and it’s long tail had a near sort of fan on the top of it. It had a beautiful pattern in Romans eyes, a near skull like black and gray marking on its face.

Oswald watched as it sniffed the blood and the man’s shaking hands, Oswald unable to hear his employee’s voices behind him as he watched it bite the man’s hand and suddenly shake its head. Tearing skin and he could tell Roman was listening to the gargling scream of the man as it went for his face not a second later. Tearing at his lip and pulling the skin and flesh off with a few jerks of its head, and it was quick to throw it’s head back and swallow to go after his nose next. The animal shaking its head violently as it tore, one of the guards raising their gun and Oswald screamed at him not to shoot! The animal snapped up and hissed violently, flaring out its feathers as it suddenly ran down the hall next to the stairs, towards the Captains quarters. Oswald running to the door, not for the man but to watch the animal run and quickly turn, squeezing into a vent and shuffle inside of it, small clangs and bangs ranging from inside as it wormed its way around. There was blood stained on the floor leaving it’s foot prints behind, Oswald turned seeing that Roman had made it over to the man and was pulling back his hands to look over the claw marks in his throat, seeing how the wounds kept a steady supply of blood bleeding over the man’s jugular.

Roman couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, ignoring the dying man that tried to gasp at his own throat, Roman speaking with amusement as he said that Warren hadn’t been fucking with them for once. Oswald gestured as he stepped back into the control room saying they would have to dock the boat and make sure the cargo ship was secure. One of the guards looking at the man slowly dying on the floor and asking why they didn’t shoot that- that mutant turkey?! Oswald stared, saying that such a beautiful bird like that animal was only acting out in instinct. He couldn’t fault it for that, they stepped into its feeding ground. Roman stepped over the man whose eyes were fading, the gurgling stopping as he stared off into thin air saying that they should do something quick then, if those little.. turkey raptors were out who knows what else would be out.

Oswald looked around before spotting a radio, picking it up and broadcasting to the entire ship, to Warren, that he and Roman had made it into the control room and he would be docking the ship. A loud honking sound interrupted him, and he looked out along the deck to see some sort of duck-billed animal walking along it, pushing some sort of flat door that was on the bridge of the ship and moving onto the deck. It was moving its head back and fourth looking for something, honking loudly like some sort of over exaggerated duck or goose. It reared back on its hind legs to try and look over the shipping crates that were bigger than it, honking louder. The sound echoed, as it went back onto its front legs, walking around with a hoof like structure in its front feet, but having three toes in its back feet.

Oswald ignored the large animal, Roman moving closer to the glass and watching as Oswald turned off the radio. Oswald snapped his fingers for one of his employees to help him control the ship, smoothing out the docking of the cargo ship so it wouldn’t harm the harbor.

There was a rattle in the vent and Roman took the chance to look around to see why those small animals were so determined to get into the room. He saw the cabinet off to the far side with the captain in front of it. He pushed the captain away and opened it, seeing the boxes that were labeled for Warren only. Roman took one out, grabbing the tranquilizer gun and used it to carefully open the crate, pushing aside straw and wood shavings to find eggs carefully nestled in-between the shavings and kept warm with a heating pad wrapped with some kind of cloth to not burn or cook them.

There was a hiss down the hall and Oswald turned, seeing the two glowing eyes in the dark and the lights flicked on for a second, red outlining the big figure in the dark. The felon next to Oswald trying to move the controls faster, panicking, trying to get the main power back on. The two eyes watched him and they moved, cocking to the side as it stepped down the hall leading to entrance. The red lights turned on again, and he saw the feathered arms, saw the big curved toe claw, this wasn’t the same animal as the turkey sized animal from before. Roman gestured for one the thugs to hurry *quickly* and close the door, snapping at them with a harsh whisper aa Oswald was locked in its sight, frozen. The animal was large, a padded foot touching the ground, near silent as it moved forward. It was stalking him. It let out a huffing sound, red flashing again and showing its lipped maw slowly open, showing sharp curved teeth as it moved forward.

A guard slowly went to the door, trying to move it quietly but it creaked and the animals head lowered, tilting the other way, glancing at the stairs. It was bird like, feet touching down slowly, it seemed inches away now. Red lights flicking again and he saw it snarl, saw it’s eyes, it was dark again. The screech it let out was horrifying and Oswald knew, *knew* it was launching its body at him, arms held wide to grab him and tear his sides.

The door slammed into its face as the guard struggled, the other responding to his screaming and helping him keep the door shut. The animal pounded against the heavy metal door, claws scraping on metal in a sickening grating sound. The glass window cracked when it slammed its head into the door, the animal stopping, for a second, then slamming its body into the metal again. The glass cracking more with a spreading glass web. Oswald turned, screaming at the guard stuck in shock to call the others on the dock! Now! He stumbled and turned, only for there to be something in front of the glass.

There was a second one, and it was right outside the glass. It snorted, breath showing in the mist as it’s head moved forward, nose touching the glass as it stared at the felon at the controls with Oswald. There was a snarl and then the glass cracked as it broke through. The animals jaws were immediately on the man’s head, tearing, twisting as it’s clawed toe and hands slashed at the guard, it’s powerful neck twitched and it snapped its head up with a sharp hiss. Roman had shot it, the sound quiet, a small puff of air, and Roman reloaded the tranquilizer gun.

The raptor shook its neck, the dart stuck in its throat as it jumped onto the main console table in the center of the room. Looking at him, feathers ruffled as it screeched but its eyes fluttered and its feet slipped, the feathered animal tumbling down when the second dart pierced its chest with another puff of air. Oswald was thankful for the tranquilizers only hesitating when there was a loud cracking sound.

The glass broke in the door and a maw poked its way through, ignoring the glass before it suddenly pulled away. Roman could hear it’s heavy footprints and he trained the gun, turning back to the window quickly as he saw it leap onto the catwalk to the broken window, it was fast, so fucking fast and there wasn’t enough time and Oswald felt fear well up in his chest- there was a gunshot and the animal let out a shrieking sound almost like a scream as it turned around. Roman quick to shoot a dart into its shoulder, then its cheek as Oswald screamed at the two guards for them not to shoot it!

It fell onto the glass, feathers scraping against shards as it fell into the control room next to its fallen friend. There was a loud honk again and a smaller honk as there was a loud thud and Oswald ran to the broken window. Seeing the large animal step onto the wooden dock, following behind it two smaller versions of itself and another similar to it- if not slightly larger, pushing them out of the boat onto the dock. The four animals moved, honking loudly to eachother as they moved into the mist and onto the docks of Gotham.

Oswald breathed heavily, shipping containers were being moved or opened as animals left the lower cargo bay and then he heard Warren. The man yelling as he ran out onto the deck, Roman moving next to Oswald as he saw Warren drop what looked like some kind of cutter, bolt cutter probably. Then Roman saw the raptors chasing him, one jumping onto his back and biting onto his ear, another moving out a vent and running after to chase Warren. Roman leaned out.. aimed, and shot it the first one in the back. The bird like animal swung its head around and let out a surprised hoot before Warren pushed it off ignoring the cut he got in his back, he kicked at one of the other raptors that had bit onto his leg, shaking its head like a hawk tearing meat and Roman shot at it as Warren stood and tried to shake off his adrenaline, watching the second animal stumble and fall onto the ground.

There was a gunshot behind him and Oswald snapped around to see one of his guards shooting at the third raptor, it had snuck out of the small vent in the room and had already cut one of their faces, he was holding his face while the other shot widely trying to hit it. Oswald opened his mouth but there was a pained hiss as the raptor leapt forward and bit the other guards wrist, twisting and thrashing as it got shot in the leg, Roman trying to shoot it with a dart but unable to as the employee thrashed as well.

Roman near growled as he shot a dart, hitting the man in the neck before hitting the raptor. The raptor grabbed onto the guards throat, biting, twisting, before it’s eyes rolled back and it went limp. Oswald ran his hand through his hair as he thought of how useless the guards were. Then, there was another thud and another, Warren shouting as Oswald looked out and saw more animals leaving the ship, big ones that ignored Warren, except for one. Warren was standing behind a crate as a big animal on two legs sniffed at it, it had crests on the top of its head and was more long than bulky. The other animals ignoring them and instead trying to make it to land, honking or huffing or grunting at each other to make room or watch where they were going no doubt. A big feathered one with long curved claws and a beak stepping past Warren and grunting at the long animal stalking Warren. Roman trying to get a shot in.. he saw the two colored crests on its head as it moved away from the big beaked animal. It went towards the dock, as if to avoid the bigger animal but it stopped sniffing and finding Warren’s scent. Roman shot and got a dart in its throat, the longer animal thrashing and opening its jaws to snap at open air, it’s mouth was curved slightly and Oswald would’ve loved to see it more but it fell, thumping when the second dart hit it.

There was a loud hiss as another large animal left the ship, running from the cargo ship on two legs and past some of the more calm animals trying to munch lazily on the specks of grass or dandelions. It was hard to see what it was in the mist. Warren stood as he tried not to shake as he moved to try and run up to the control room but stopping as there was a low, barely audible sound. A grumbling and Warren ran to the side of the ship instead, a large rounded animal with bumps on its snout and above its eyes suddenly moving towards him.

It stopped and stared, motionless and Warren stood still, hoping, praying… it moved forward and in one large step had crossed the distance between it and Warren. The huge animal’s mouth opened wide… and Warren jumped off the ship into the water. It snapped where he once was, the animal looking around and sniffing, hesitating before shaking its body and grumbling as it stepped onto the dock.

It waited as two smaller and longer versions of itself ran over and jumped onto the deck, they were covered in a downy fuzz and Oswald watched them follow after the other animals. Roman was motionless as he watched the animals disappear into the mist, watching the dinosaurs make their way into Gotham.

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