The Terror of Tyrantis
Chapter Six: the Death of a King

Tyrantis was sleeping with his new kill, another giant octopus. He felt pleased, for he had found a new land with plent of prey. In a few days he'd find his family and bring them back. He enjoyed the idea of seeing his brothers and sisters again.

Suddenly a loud buzzing sound filled Tyrantis's ears. He peeked over a destroyed building to see what was wrong. The helicopters had returned, one of which had a large stinger, which was filled with a very potent venom.

Tyrantis roared in challenge, and then let loose his fire breath. Many helicopters melted in mid air, but the one with the stinger remained. It shot its primary weapon into the neck of Tyrantis. The tyrannosaur roared, then choked. His body went into convulsions as the violent siezure began. He coughed up both blood and saliva, no longer able to spit flame. He finally stopped, comatose, lying nearly lifeless on the ground.

Inside the helicopter, Lerna and J.C. Clark watched the spectacle.
"Excelent. The virus worked like a charm. Now for some human test subjects...." Clark whispered.
"What was that?" Lerna questioned.
"Nothing. Just saying how glad I was that this is all over." Clark replied.
"Over? It's not over." lerna scoffed. "Twenty animals were breeding on that fateful day. That mean twenty possible breeds of monsters, with a high possiblity of there being more than one of each. Our days with Tyrantis aren't over. The way I see it, they've only just begun."