10Calamity's Survival
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Amphibia
Thunder strikes the sky. A storm has rolled over the small town of Wartwood. Rain, thunder and lightning hit the town hard, flashes of light illuminating the place every so often, but most of the attention on the little town is not on its denizens, but of the relatively new arrivals that have come to the village. Three figures stand in front of a shambled house on the edge of the village, two of them standing side-by-side against the third. They are toads. Big, tough, and quick to anger toads as they wield their weapons, a hammer for one, and a spiked club for the other.
One of them is red skinned with an orange underbelly. Small horn-like protrusions in a crest are on top of his head and is wearing metal armor with leather pauldrons, including a silver emblem in the shape of a frog foot on his right shoulder. He wields the hammer.
The second is a female large green toad with a light green underbelly. She has grass-colored hair with a feather tied in a braid with a headband and wearing a tan clothe armor and leather pauldrons with spikes on them. She has the spiked club.
Their opponent… a girl. A human girl, Thai in ethnicity, wearing a gray shirt with her schools purple crest symbol on the front, a short purple skirt, white socks on both feet with only one yellow and white shoe on one of her feet. She has bushy brown hair with a few sticks and leaf's sticking out of it. A chipped steel sword in one hand, her pink tennis racket in the other. Both of the two groups stand several feet from each other, a small billow of wind from the storm ruffling their clothes and hair as it passes.
The female toad charges at the human girl. The girl blocks the spiked clubs attack before she directs it to the side, forcing the toad to step past her and almost fall forward into the mud but stumbles forward. She doesn't have time to rest though as the human girl quickly pulls up both her sword and tennis racket, blocking the hammer from hitting her full force. She isn't able to hold her block though as the toad swings his hammer again, this time he hits the weapons out of the girls hands, making them fly through the air and land nearby but away from her. "No!" She shouts as she reaches out for her weapons.
Unfortunately this distracts her enough from the other toad, who with a smile and a laugh jumps up, the spiked club coming in an overhead attack and comes down right onto her arm.
"ARHHHHHH!"
The girl screams, the sound cutting through the storm and catching the attention of all the denizens of the village. She clutches her injured arm, cradling it as she falls to her knees, an angry and hurt expression on her face as she glares at her opponents. They stare down and laugh at her as they hold their weapons.
One of them pushes her to the ground and into some mud. "Grrrrr!" She growls in anger as she's pushed into the mud, a boot pressed into her back and forcing her face into the mud, dirtying herself and her clothes. This further angers her at the demeaning state they are placing her in, especially as they laugh at her.
"You shouldn't have messed with us, girl." The female of the two grumbles with a sneer on her face.
"And now your—"
*SMACK*
"Arhhh!"
"Ooof!"
Before they can continue to mess with the human, a figure bursts forth from the rest of the toads lines, sprinting forward covered in a black cloak and makes it to the two toads before they can be warned. The one that's off the wide gets batted away via a gloved fist, while as the second on top of the human just barely manages to turn to their partner, does not have time to react to the full body tackle that they are hit with. They are launched into the air for a couple of seconds before landing in the muddy ground a little bit away from them, sliding on the muddy ground and now dirtying their clothes and self. The toads all look on in shock and confusion at the action, even the two toads next to the human as one helps their partner out of the mud. "What the— Who in the blazes are you?!" The female shouts in anger, trying to pull the mud off her form as she glares daggers at the one that interrupted their fun.
The figure though, stays standing above the human girl, who is staring up at the figure in confusion but wariness. It turns to her, making her flinch as it stares at her with an expressionless facial mask, the only thing she can take note is the dark eyeholes on it. Then it suddenly thrusts a hand towards her. "Get up Anne Boonchuy." Her eyes widen at the full use of her name. So much so she grabs its hand with her uninjured hand. The figure tightly holds her hand and almost effortlessly pulls her to her feet, surprising her still as it takes great care to make sure it doesn't exacerbate her injured arm. "You're not out of this yet." It speaks in a gruff male voice.
She looks warily at the figure, even take a step back in caution. "Who… who are you? How do you know my name? I've barely told anyone here my full name and one of them definitely wasn't you!"
"Hm hm hm hm hm." He chuckles a little in mirth, still to her confusion. Once the laughing has ceased, he breathes steadily as he stares at her. "Of course I know you Anne." He reaches up and grabs the mask, lifting it up. Her eyes widen, her breath hitches as she stares at the face.
"How could I forget one of my best friends."
One month earlier…
…
…
… He waits.
Perched in the middle of the flowing river water. Still as statue with his makeshift spear in hand. His eyes scan the contours of the water, looking for any and all signs of movement.
…
…
… *SHICK*
With a slight grunt and a mighty heave, he thrusts the spear in the water. A small splash of water and the spear goes still. He smiles before wrenching his spear out of the water. He nods at the freshly killed fish stuck to the end of his spear and sighs, already picturing the meal he is going to have.
Not wanting to overstay his welcome, he quickly gathers the few fish he's killed back to his camp. He gets back to a modestly made camp, with a log as his makeshift setting area, a small fire on a dry patch of land surrounded by a ring of rocks, and a haphazardly made small tent, using sticks, leaves and some hardened mud parts. He passes by his backpack and takes some sharpened sticks near the fire and immediately gets to work prepping his meal.
As the pieces of fish begin cooking over the fire, he lets out a sigh and relaxes on the log. It's been only a few days since he found himself in the hell forest he's currently in. It's been a short stay but it's been almost nothing but constant worry and caution for him. Caution due to the swampy forest and the different types of creatures and animals that prowl around. Worry… not for him but for… others.
"Ughhhhhh…" He groans and rubs his face with his hands. He lets out more groans and moans of frustration at the situation he has been put in.
*Tchk*
He immediately dives off the log and grabs a large sharped spear he fastened from his surroundings. The sound of twigs cracking around him sets him to be prepared.
The stomping and rustling of the forest in front of him puts him on edge but he's ready. Frustration and anger builds up inside him as he sees a large hulking figure move towards him through the trees. He grips his spear tightly, almost warping the wood if he grips it any tighter.
Tired is he.
Since coming to this godforsaken place, for days its been almost nothing but constant fights for survival. With bugs the size of dogs, cars, and even houses, no longer is the human part of a species that's the dominant force on the planet.
Now he is the prey. Now he is the one at the bottom of the rung, the highest chance of being some creatures meal. He's barely scraped by in getting food, barely subsisting on the few edible mushrooms he's found, the grubs and worms he's found in the dirt, much to his disgust, and the fish he's been able to catch. But everytime, the second he turns his back, either all or part of his meal is taken. Slowly, as the days passed, his anger only grew at the constant state of starvation he is forced into.
No more.
He grits his teeth. Breathing erratic. His heart pounding. The black glow of his eyes as he stares at the rustling of the forest in front him. He can here the pounding of his own heart amidst the sound of the forest and the crackling of the fire next to him.
He.
Is.
Angry.
He almost smirks as he recalls something.
"You should be careful about your anger. You might get into even worse trouble than before if your not careful."
Anne… always the one to watch his back.
"Dude, you straight up have an anger problem. I get angry too but man you take it to a whole 'nother level."
Sasha… as blunt and forward as always.
"Aww lay off him girls. Save the anger for the games my man. Helps you get into character when you go full berserker on your enemies."
And Marcy… a peppy, clumsy but fun loving jokester if you will.
They were all right about him. He always tended to have an anger problem when it comes to people messing with him and his friends.
Well now… that anger is going to push him to do something really really stupid…
*CREEEEEEEEEAAAAAA*
… Like fighting a giant red mantis.
Out past the trees does the large bug burst forth, eliciting an almost earsplitting screech in his makeshift camp. He barely grimaces at the noise, refusing to backdown and be rendered to lunch as prey against the monster. He will not fall as prey to anyone.
"C'mon you overgrown bug!" He shouts, trying to match the volume of his voice against the beasts, shouting his challenge to it as he points his left hand to it. "I'm tired of all of your crap!" He shouts at the beast that's taller than a semi. "I… am done! I am done running! And I am done with YOU!"
The mantis makes no effort to acknowledge him, instead raising its left scythe up and swings it down towards him.
He ducks and dives to the side, avoiding the slash that would have bisected his body like butter. He rolls once before getting back onto his feet, his anger still prevalent and grip still tight on his spear. "IS that it?! IS that all you got?!"
Again, the mantis rears its right scythe up and swings it down to him. This time he sidesteps it, allowing the appendage to stab into the ground just where he was. With a shout he stabs the tip of his spear right at the joint of the appendage. With a shriek the mantis recoils as a little bit of green blood leaking from the wound.
This only reaffirms his determination to keep going as he shouts to his opponent, and to the heavens. "MY NAME IS JACKSON WRIGHT! AND I'M READY!" He brings his foot up and slams it into the ground, pointing his spear at the monster. "ARE YOU?!"
*SCREEEEEEAAAAAHHH*
"HRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The mantis lets out an angry screech as it charges at him.
Jackson reciprocates the screech with his own yell and charges as well. In the midst of the dense swamp, both enemies charge at one another, echoes of shouting and screeching echoing all throughout, carrying its way to a small house.
A gloved hand grabs the handle… and opens the door.
And there you have it. Welcome to my official fanfiction of the world of Amphibia. Those of you just finding out about me and this story, I thank you for giving this a shot and hope any work I do in the future is a good one that makes you interested to keep reading.
Although for those of you who already have seen my work and want to see what I've got with this, I'm sorry. I know adding another story to my list of works will only stretch out the time to work on my other stories but I just couldn't help myself.
I was hooked on this show when the last season came out for this show came out and so many ideas, thoughts, plots and so forth just started coming forth and I just had to get writing. I've got a few more chapters already written out for this story and will slowly release them as the months come forth, just to sort of stretch out the reading time and so I'm not going to be quiet for half the year.
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