"How come?" His voice broke into tears, her hands covering her bleeding stomach. "Help!" He yelled. "Somebody help!" He cried.

A roar came from above as the bird called Black Vuiture approached, flipping wide arms as they cast their shadow on the ground. Its malicious yapping sound reverberated, and its striking red eyes fixed on the prey below.

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As the vicious yapping sound came near,

Neal looked up, trying to discern the source of the vicious sound. And just like an eagle snatched a chick, the Vulture swooped down and seized Darcy.

"No!" Neal sprang up, running, jumping, and stretching up his hands like a hot-air balloon would be given to him to go after it.

"No! Darcy!"

The vulture emitted a resonating yapping as it glanced at Neal and flew off into the distance, Darcy's body dangling from its talons.