I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 10 - Fish Vendetta

What Timothy was about to do, took a lot of guts. He was about to encounter that big mako-shark, and this encounter could end up badly, but he was simply mesmerized by the idea of ‘special crabs’! He wanted them.

He found the shark lurking about fifty meters away from the reef, and then approached him. Tim felt uncomfortable about this plan, but he had to get close in order to catch the shark’s attention.

"Hey, flame-ass! Harold the eel needs your help, he sent me to find you!" He shouted.

However, a stingray’s vocal cords were very limited, so he couldn't make any loud noises. For that matter, he had to approach even closer, and then yell out once more.

He called out, “Hey, fish face! Harold needs your help! Can you hear me?”

Tim was about ten meters away from the shark now, and this was as close as he could get. If he swam any closer, then Drake the shark may attack, and he surely didn’t want to get bitten today.

Thankfully though, the shark seemed to have heard him. It turned around, and then headed towards Timothy.

“Nope,” Tim grunted, and then instantly swam towards a little hole nearby.

The hole was snug, but it was made out of stone, so he figured that the shark wouldn’t be able to bite him there. This was the safest option he had right now.

Moments later, he heard a gravelly, manly tone calling for him. “You’re that menace that bit me… get outta there, I saw your flaming fins, jackass!”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Tim answered, and yelled as much as he could. “Get your dumb nose away from my hole, buddy! My tail is amped up with fire and thunder, so I’m not afraid to use all that on you, Drake.”

“How do you know my name?” The shark gasped, much like a shark would gasp.

“Pull your ears out of your ass and listen to me,” Tim yelled out, “Harold the eel sent me here! He’s trapped in some coral, and he needs you to get him out!”

Drake sounded confused afterwards, as he asked. “That fucker’s still alive? I haven’t seen him in ages!”

The conversation that followed was more of a long session of bickering. Tim didn’t want to get eaten, so he made Drake promise on his mother’s watery grave that he wouldn’t attack whatsoever. It took about ten minutes of bickering to reach an agreement of that nature, but they did meet with mutual terms eventually.

Tim slipped out of that hole in the ground eventually, and swam side by side with this two-meter long mako-shark. It didn’t attack him, and Tim couldn’t be happier about it!

He convinced a whole shark to behave properly, and with that part done, most of this little mission was completed already. He just had to show the shark where Harold was trapped at, and that was about it.

Both of them swam quite fast, as Tim was still bearing the ‘flaming fin’ powers he stole from this same shark. They got to the reef within less than a minute, and then, he showed Drake where to go.

He explained, "That’s the spot, under the sea-bushes there. Now… how are you gonna help Harold, huh?"

The mako-shark didn’t answer that question. Instead, he just charged towards the coral and bashed his head against it!

That bash wasn’t enough, though. The coral was tough, especially since Harold was stuck under a couple layers of them, so it won’t be easy to break them! Drake didn’t stop trying, however, he continued to bash the coral with his head, even though each bash was piercing through his skin!

This was painful to watch, there was blood everywhere! At some point, Drake struck the coral with the left side of his body, a couple of times, instead of with his head. This was more comfortable, and seemingly more effective too!

The layers of red coral shattered into four, huge pieces, so Drake’s barbaric approach was now a success, as they saw a huge, dark-blue eel emerging from within the coral. The eel was three-meters long, half as fat as his shark friend, and surely seemed terrifying all together!

“There you are,” Drake celebrated.

“Here I am!” Harold followed along, “This place almost drove me crazy, I was cooped up in there… and could barely move.”

“And now you can move,” Tim interrupted the two, quite shamelessly. “How about you stretch with me a little bit? Show me where those special crabs are, eh?”

He was intimidated by these huge beasts, however, he had a tail packed with power, which made him feel a tad protected. He was willing to threaten these beasts if he had to, in any given second.

Harold didn’t seem amused, however, he said. "Get out of here, dumbass, there’s no such thing as special crabs!"

With that said, Tim realized that he had been tricked, so yelled out. "What the fuck? But we had a deal, you big fat liar!"

Drake intervened afterwards, he said. "Fuck off, kid. Quit harassing my friend."

Timothy did not let that slide. This new fishy life made him really greedy over these past few hours, so he wasn’t willing to do free labor, even for a minute! This betrayal angered him quite a bit too, so he was quick to respond.

His tail spun around a couple of times, as if it charged with power. He was just finding the best way to aim at these beasts, and moments later, he attacked.

Less than half an hour ago, he had eaten flaming crabs, so his tail was charged with a bit of fire too. Paired with the lightning he had stolen from that slaughtered eel, the attack he unleashed left a mark!

Tim shot Harold right on the forehead. This shot was powered with twenty volts of thundering electricity, so surely, it left a mark!

Harold squeezed backwards in response, and then shot a gust of cold wind from his mouth. This wind was meant to hit Tim, but it was too slow, so he got away from it quickly!

Afterwards, he poured every ounce of offensive powers he had, both against the shark and the eel. He didn’t manage to kill them, no, but at least he managed to pour his anger out on them! It felt nice.

Afterwards, he swam away quickly, and started squeezing within the many layers of coral close by. The beasts were both too fat and too tired to follow him, so he escaped effortlessly! He even mocked them along the way.

Anyway, though he got a bit of revenge on these traitors with his attacks, it was certain that he and them had a vendetta from now on. A vendetta, which wouldn’t stop unless either side was dead!

Tim bickered with himself, "They will die by my hands, well fins… soon enough Vengeance is the only way!"