Jaws Fanfiction: Jaws:Unleashed - 9. Enter the Fishies
The news had returned. The Armada had failed. Over 69 were killed, and 1,230 Coast Guard crew members were also killed.13 survivors in all. 6 died of injuries hours later.Mayor Vaughn was upset. Pissed off was more like it.
He pondered where it had gone wrong.Maybe Brody and Hooper were right, maybe the Megalodons were real.Vaughn was still trying to get over the fact that Matt Hooper, now under the alias Mr. Bard, was still alive. He was seventy-three years old! Seventy-three!He should have died of old age years ago.
Pushing Hooper out of his mind, he proceded to look at the reports of the newest Tourist Trap.Lost River Resort. (Can anyone find all the references in this chapter?)Lost River Resort was a motel situated near Lost River, a river that was perfect for money grabbing oppertunities.The mayor didn’t care about the endangered Bucca Bird, the only wild toucan in North America. So what if he destroyed it’s habitat?Kill a species for several thousand dollars and the mayor was a-okay.
Meanwhile, near the Lost River Swamps…The bass were gone, extinct, deleted from Lost River. So were the turtles, trout, crabs, lobsters, and a few human children whose bodies would never be found.The skeleton, maybe. But the flesh? No way in hell.Scourge’s soldiers had seen to that.
Scourge was a piranha. A piranha that had supposedly been extinct for over two million years. He was one of the last one thousand Pygocentrus Nattereri. His heritage was memorable as the original piranha.Their tails were the main thing that set them apart from other piranha. The tail was fused with the body via an abnormally thick stretch of skin.Their scales were also different from modern piranhas because of the dark texture.And their eyes were pure blood red.Not the: ‘Red eyes that glow in the dark like an alien’ type.The: ‘Piercing stare that gave people a heart attack simply by glimpsing the eyes’ kind of blood red.But what really took the cake were the stealth attacks, the time it takes for twenty piranhas to reduce sonething to skeleton, and the “Scream”. The Scream was when a piranha opened it’s mouth wide enough to reveal all of it’s teeth, and then the skin overlapping the gills would go out like an umbrella would.Worked every time.
Now, however, the piranha faced grim facts. The food was running short, overpolpulation in the reletively small area of Lost River, and more human which equaled more fishers and more piranha deaths.If they could only get past the Docks, then they could be safe. They could all breath in seawater for some reason.But even then, the Megalodons would surely kill them all. Megs and piranhas never mixed.
Scourge passed the training arena, where the young trained with their parents. For exactly four million years, not a single piranha has shed a tear in either pain or happiness.Not even the young ones.If a newborn got a bad gash on it’s side, not a cry of pain was heard and the young one would wear that scar with pride. That’s how the system worked: scars are sexy and show signs of a fearless mating partner.Even though all piranha are fearless.
Xerxes, the piranha leader, had the best scar of them all. The massive wound stretches from the corner of his right eyes all the way to the base of his tail.It was infected many times, reopened countless other times, and bled even more times than that.Right now, Xerxes was training with his only son: Hans. When he grew up to be a soldier, Xerxes and Scourge said his callsign would be Solo. As Scourge entered the TA, he heard Xerxes talk to his son.”Don’t forget today’s lesson.”, Xerxes husky voice sounded.”Respect and honor.”, Hans answered.Xerxes nodded and noticed Scourge swim through the barnacles, towards him.
Xerxes nodded to his son to swim off, and Hans acknowledged him.”What is it?”, Xerxes asked when Hans was out of hearing range.”The patrols have returned. Human activity had increased along the Docks. A few days ago…it exploded.”, Scourge answered, cracking a smile.Xerxes was surprised at this.Scourge noticed his expression. “Courtesy of Jaws the 6th and his new family.”Xerxes smiled as a thought crept into his mind.With the Docks destroyed and the sharks surely miles away by now, they can escape this prison and spread across Amity and it’s surrounding islands.
There would certainly be challenges, of course.This would be the biggest operation they have ever assembled. Finding homes, food, resources, enemies, and more would hinder the operation back a few weeks.But they would certainly control the entire area by next week.Right?
In under eleven minutes, the Piranhas and the Megalodons stood face-to-face, with the young ones in between.All the baby piranha were closer to the sharks and the two baby Meg/Great Whites were closer to the piranhas. Xerxes was staring with all the hate he could muster at Jaw. She did the same to him.Jaws, the baby sharks, and the baby piranha didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on.
“Touch my little ones, and all of you will die.”, Jaw threatened.”Touch ours and the same will happen, except to you all.”, Xerxes countered.Jaws knew the life of every creature here was in the balance. So he did what he could possibly think of firsthand: he nudged the baby piranha towards their parents and took his children back.
Maybe he was a peacemaker afterall.