Carcharodontosaurus vs Tyrannosaurus

Carcharodontosaurus vs Tyrannosaurus

(A collaboration between Ankybeatsall2468 and Lord Vader)

Carcharodontosaurus saharicus

Length: 43 feet

Weight: 8.5 tons

Height (at the shoulder): 9 feet

Tyrannosaurus rex

Length: 40 feet

Height: 8 feet

Weight: 8 tons

 

FIGHT!

We are Instinct.

Anger. Mistrust. Joy. Arrogance. Innocence. Patience. Hunger. There was no love, not yet, but there was Affection.

 I am Instinct (Instinct is the name of the group and the group’s leader). I will lead you through Life. Out of the Shell, into the outside world.

No, I will! I will! Traitor! I must lead him! He needs food! Hearing the other voices bicker made Innocence turn up the corners of Hal’s mouth in a tiny smile.

 

Hisss… The sound made her blood run cold. The mother Carcharodontosaurus turned her head two inches before the stalking Tyrannosaurus clamped his massive jaws on the back of her neck. She struggled and thrashed, but there was no escape.

A pained bellow sounded on the other side of the clearing. Hal’s father had arrived.

But he only choked and sputtered. “You- you-” The Tyrannosaurus turned toward him, still dragging the female.

“YOU MONSTER! BEAST! YOU CALL YOURSELF A DINOSAUR!”

The tyrant growled evilly. “Careful with your words, lest you value your life so little,” he warned.

Flee, urged Fear. Fight! Distract! Your mother planned this to scare you! One voice rang out above the others. RUN! Shrieked Fear. Run, agreed Instinct. Hal ran. He ran for his life, into the forest where far more dangers than a mere Tyrannosaurus rex awaited him. He ran, ignoring his siblings behind him. Running as the sound of his mother’s death throes faded into the night. His father, immobilized by anguish and sorrow, also fell victim to the twelve-inch teeth. Hal ran fast as his legs could carry him, and even faster still… away from home.

At first, only two months old, Hal starved. Fear had him cornered for two days, starving in terror. Only by baiting himself with vengeance did he learn to survive in the savage wild. Soon Fear gave way to Passion- the furious side of Passion, the side housing retaliation and righteous wrath. But soon that gave way, and finally, the last sane part of Hal’s mind was claimed by Anger.

He went mad.

It was three years already, and the whole scene remained in his mind clear as day, which was ironic because Hal’s days were never clear. Everything was always blurred by Anger, spurning him to tear down the world. Sometimes when he played or got intimate with his to-be mate, the memory would be muffled but still present as a vague sensation like a lump in his throat. But those times never really lasted, and afterward it was back to the pain. He was now almost full-grown, and he and his to-be mate were almost ready. But nothing felt real. All the deeper feelings; love, wanting, even pain; were obscured by one thing: hatred. Hatred of the deepest kind for the bull T. rex who murdered his parents. 3 years ago, that was, and he could hardly remember anything but the final scene in his parents’ death when he had fled with his sibs into the underbrush, away from home forever. Why? He thought desperately. But there was no answer. His instincts had deserted him. He had driven them away.

6 months later…

Flames licked the sky. A volcano rumbled angrily in the distance, everyone below at its non-existent mercy. Chaos was everywhere. There was a mighty crackle as a lava ball landed in the water, sending up clouds of boiling steam. Scorching pillars of fire, the husks of once-majestic trees, guarded the flames from the oncoming tide, which hissed weakly and evaporated upon reaching the sand. Fire blazed on the horizon, scarring the ground and chasing the entire population of Gallimimuses toward the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’re not in danger yet,” cautioned Hal, barely aware of his mate leaning into him. Something deep within his mind stirred. This would be a momentous night, for the island and his family- he could feel it in his bones.

CRUNCH! 12-inch teeth drove deep into his shoulder. Pain shot through his back. Hal let out an ear-splitting shriek. He whipped around and bit his attacker. Then he stopped cold.

No. It couldn’t be. But it was. The same cold, evil eyes glittering with malice. Hal’s mind stormed for an explanation. Old age must have claimed the original killer right now. (Or at least the one who killed his parents; who knows how far back this kill streak might have gone.) Then this had to be… his son.

I’m going to die, just like my mother and father, he thought. History repeats itself. History is cruel.

The husk that once was a happy two-week old dinosaur had been saving up for this moment for three and a half years.

3 and a half years of pent-up rage erupted in two minutes.

Ignoring the pain, Hal ripped free of the deadlock and rammed the tyrant in the chest. Off to the side he caught sight of his mate rising, preparing to join the fight. “No!” he yelled. “You stay there!” He couldn’t let anything happen to her, after what happened to his parents. She was the only one who loved him, who understood him, and knew how he felt (after her own father was slaughtered when she was half a year old). If he survived but she died, he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt. If he lived at all, past this battle. Hal refocused on the battle. A vicious slash right below the belly, before grabbing the wounded T. rex and slamming him into a tree, had the tyrant screaming in pain and fury. Not to be outdone, the tyrannosaur lashed out at Hal’s foot as it came up for a kick. Off balance, Hal was defenceless as his 8-ton bulk crashed to the ground. Luckily he fell right on the currently unoccupied nest his mate had built, but the impact still jarred him and for a moment his vision flashed.

The Tyrannosaurus loomed over Hal, throbbing all over. Lava sprayed into the sky behind him, torching the southern end of the forest.

Suddenly the sky’s floodgates opened up, dousing the fires below. The volcano hissed in disappointment and went quiet, plunging the world into darkness. Hal’s eyes flicked up to the true giants around him, the redwoods, illuminated by flickers of lightning. They stood tall and strong, despite the destruction raging around them. He had never paid them much attention, just numb, apathic things that got in his way too much. But now, towering over the tyrant’s triumphant figure, they somehow gave him the strength to go on.

Without the flicking glow of embers to light up the ground, the tyrant had lost his edge. He stumbled around blindly, trying to keep the Carcharodontosaurus pinned. Hal lashed out with his foot…

Right into the crotch of the Tyrannosaurus rex. “Ooooohh,” groaned the tyrannosaur as he toppled like a felled tree (which was the first time Hal had heard him speak. It was several tones too low, like what a talking rock might sound like), moaning about playing dirty. “Dirty play is traumatizing a two-week-old to near brain-death by murdering their parents,” Hal replied as a cliché flash of lightning conveniently lit up the sky just long enough for Hal to execute his namesake, a halberd-like butt-and-(jaw)slam. The malice in the tyrant’s eyes faded with the light as the murderous creature finally exhaled his last breath.

AND THE WINNER IS……………………. CARCHARODONTOSAURUS!!!!!!!!!

A family to protect and avenge, maybe slightly slenderer build and not just a bit of luck tipped the scales in favor of the shark-toothed lizard.