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// I'm not dead yet! 
// Story: Lizard King: Tyrant 
// by Mick0339 
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	Rex observed the night sky as it glistened in its beauty. She surely does make one hell of a night sky. The sun is great and all, but you can't even look at it without going blind. At least with the moon and all of the beautiful stars you could observe them with no consequences, soaking in every little detail, pattern, and image. 

He had to whistle in astonishment at the glowing moonlight on the ground as well, especially when it reflected off of the water. It seemed to make water even more satisfying to drink with that glint. Rex certainly could go for a bit of soda though, but he doubted the ponies had anything similar. He wouldn't be surprised though. 

All in all the night was going pleasantly. The air was serene, as it seemed at a nice temperature, and he could sleep without a single shiver. Luna had already visited him, gave him a hug, a word of love and left. He felt loved, more than his other world offered. And if that meant sticking to this life, he certainly wouldn't mind. The other fact of the matter was how he felt like he could do something here. His life mattered and he had the power to do something if let's say a pony was in trouble. He had always loved his comic books, even if they were a little over the top. That's what made them so great though, was the impossible odds, the unlikely hero, and the final stretch to end the evil villain. 

Wait, that sounded familiar. 

Too familiar. He had to think for a moment. He had actually managed to snag a few Daring Doo books, and needless to say, that's where his lightbulb came in and he bonked his head in remembrance. It was fairly good material, although he doubted this mare had ever really been through these things despite the claims. 

His thoughts abruptly halted as he heard the trees begin to ruffle in a picking up wind, and odd occurrence. However, the speed only seemed to increase. Then he saw a pony wandering in the distance. He was about to call out in alarm, to warn the pony of dangerous winds, but it was a complete stranger. It seemed like a mare, but it wasn't a maid, a soldier, a guard or anything. A complete stranger in complete black, then he realized something and his eyes popped out. It was a thief, that had to be it. As he got up to give a chase, the wind only howled on his resting tree. It creaked in protest, and with its huge weight it cracked at it seems and came tumbling down. Sadly for Rex, it came down on him without a remorse, trapping him and stabbing him in multiple places. 

Rex panicked as he could feel pain erupt from his sides and a force push him down. He cried out in agony as his skin was penetrated and blood leaked onto the ground. Grass became a tinted red, perhaps never returning to green as he laid trap n wailing agony. He pushed his legs up as much as he could, giving it his all, but the tree weighed tons, and with blood leaking fast his dizzy vision and weak muscles didn't help. 

He looked out to see the pony approach him with a sinister smile. She laughed at Rex's predicament. 

"Such a fearsome animal trapped under his own sleeping spot. how do you like it?" Rex growled and attempted to lunge for the intelligent creature. He was almost frightened at his own bloodlust, but the pony only snickered further. 

"Your little master, well, she'll be all gone. And if you survive this, and that's a big if, you may be disposed of by the one who loves you so. You see, she has another side to her, a very powerful side, locked away in all of the negative emotions she carries, and I intend to take it out. So farewell beast, and try not to die on me; you may even get to enjoy the show."

As Rex struggled and arched his head back to scream, he only had one thing to say. "I'm not dead yet! You hear me!" Sadly he couldn't exactly speak, so a mighty roar had to do.