Timber and the Creature (standard:Fan Fiction, 2158 words)
Author: Slappy	Added: Dec 18 2008	Views/Reads: 3193/2142	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Timber Alexandria is a boy that had survived a plane crash and is living with a tiger called Tracks. Beside his hut there was a pool and he decided to dive in. Will he or will not get out of it...?

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in a glass box. A box! Was he trapped? Was he inside a trap? Whatever 
it was, it just made him feel more uncomfortable and he felt that death 
was near. As he looked around the glass box, he saw a key. Beside the 
key was a huge padlock. Quickly, he grabbed the key and turned the key 
lock. Without warning, the water around him began to flow out of the 
box like a strong flood. The stream was moving him along; he was out of 
control. He was in free-fall, suspended in the stream of hard, flowing 
water. The water brought him to a tunnel, and he was lost in it. The 
torrent never stopped. But he could still breathe freely. It kept on 
going and going like crazy flood. Timber was at his mercy, with nobody 
with him. He hit another bend, and everything was whizzing and spinning 
like as if he was in a twister. He was howling and shouting as the 
walls around him hit him and scratched him. One scratched on his neck 
badly and blood began to seep out quickly. Still in the cold flood of 
water, he started to panic and tried whatever he could to stop himself 
to go along the mad flow. He hit another bend, and he was swept round a 
corner at the horrifying speed. As he curved it, he saw a curved wall 
above him, like a crescent above his head. It was the mouth of the 
disaster. The end. He was flung with tremendous force, and finally onto 
a ground. The floor felt hard and cold and the water here was shallow. 
His clothes were soaked and drenched and he was shivering with cold. 
Timber saw a small hole at the other side of the tunnel, and there was 
light shining out from the tiny hole. Curious, he went towards the 
hole. The only sound was the water dripping that echoed in the 
darkness. His footsteps were silent and his breathing was present. He 
could here them clearly. He clutched onto his neck where the blood 
seeped out endlessly. He groaned with pain. Soon, he reached the tiny 
hole that was now a large one. As he peeped in, he saw a white mist 
clouding in the room. He couldn't see anything. Still filled with 
curiosity, he walked into the misty room, shivering in his drenched 
clothes. He looked inside, clutching his neck. 

Timber saw a figure. A strange figure, a wrong shape. It was walking
towards him, clearing the mist. As he took a closer look, this was the 
strangest creature he had ever seen in his entire life. 

It had a horn on its head and dragon-like ears. Its eyes were similar to
Tracks's, only they were bigger. Its face was full of scales and they 
look wet. Bits of teeth were jutting out of its closed mouth like 
deadly sharp diamonds. Instead of having hands, it had paws with shiny, 
metallic-looking claws that shone glinted. Tracks should be jealous of 
this ‘thing'. It stood up on two hind legs that also had shiny claws. 
It wore a red robe and there was a pair of scaly wings that sprouted 
behind its back. A long tail of a fish trailed behind it. “I've seen 
you before,” it said it its low, stern voice,” I saved you every time 
you faint in this ‘pool' and I keep out flinging you out.” It took a 
few steps closer to Timber. “What is your name?” it asked. Timber was 
too scared to speak. He almost screamed but it jammed up on his throat. 
He felt his blood, snaking and trickling down his neck and matting on 
his shirt. It was stained crimson. “What is your name?” it asked Timber 
again, pointing a finger and him. Its' claw slit out, ready to strike. 
Timber better tell his name, or he'll be killed. “I'm Timber,” said 
Timber, still eying the creature fearfully and clutching his neck 
tightly. His heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer. His head was 
pounding. 

The creature put down its paw. “Hello, Timber,” it said,” I am Buku.” It
held out its hand. His muscles stopped tensing and he relaxed. This 
freak isn't going to hurt him, after all. “Nice to meet you, Timber,” 
Buku said, holding out his paw. Timber gulped. Shake hands? Alright. He 
held out his bloody hand and put his on Buku's paw. It felt strange and 
hard, and kind of watery and slimy. Their hands shook. “What brings you 
here?” Buku asked, sitting down. He put his arms around a chair, 
inviting Timber to sit too. In minutes they were talking. Buku didn't 
hurt him; he was a kind old thing. He just looked fierce. But inside, 
he was as harmless as a flower. 

Laughter and talking can be heard from the tunnels that echoed in the
dark. The water blurred and its edges seemed to flicker every word the 
two of them spoke out. In the middle of their chat, Timber suddenly 
stood up and cupped his mouth in shock. “Oh no! I have to go! My tiger 
will be waiting for me up there...,” he exclaimed, looking at Buku 
worriedly. “Can you get me out of here?” he asked Buku, going towards 
the tiny hole. He looked outside. An endless tunnel; the place where it 
filled his heart with fear. “Oh, not to worry,” chuckled Buku, who was 
enjoying his time so much, “I'll fling you out of the pool like what I 
did before.” Timber agreed, and the two of them began to walk and 
splash in the tunnel. The water had rose up to knee height and Timber 
feared that he might see rats swimming in the water. Or he could step 
on a snake's tail and it will bite him to death. But nothing was in 
their way, and Buku had successfully lead him out to the glass box, and 
then through the door and they were in the pool again. Once more, 
blueness filled his vision and ornaments were on the glass shelves. 
Timber closed his eyes. Slap! Timber felt a tail slap his back with 
tremendous force. It didn't hurt and there weren't any scars on his 
back. He was flung out of pool, water splashing out on Tracks and 
wetting the hut. He was flung higher into the sky this time, higher 
than the trees. Timber snapped open his eyes. He looked down. Tracks 
was roaring. He was afraid. Timber stopped in mid-air and fell back to 
the earth again. He landed neatly beside Tracks with a very loud thud. 
He forgot about the scar on his neck but at nightfall he remembered all 
about it. He talked to his tiger about what he saw on his journey in 
the pool. While they were lying down in the hut together and the candle 
lit beside Timber, he ripped a bit of his clothes and tied it on his 
neck for a bandage. He thought that if it was OK to see Buku everday or 
any day. He looked at Tracks. He gave a loud 'nyiau!" and brushed its 
head at his chest lovingly. “This scar will remind me of everything 
that happened his afternoon,” said Timber to Tracks, grinning and 
stroking it,” Everything.”


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