Never again, Gizmo snarled at the helicopter behind him as he flew through the gale, dodging large waves. The chopper was hit yet again with a piece of metal, and was still standing.
"Damn!" he snarled, and swooped out of the way of a wave. He turned his head for a split second, only a second, before he turned back to be hit by a 40 ft wave. He squeezed his eyes shut as the water engulfed him.
Air bubbles spewed everywhere as he was thrashed about in the stormy water. Another wave crashed down on his head as he was tossed in the air. Gizmo looked up out of the water. The chopper was obliterated.
He smiled. They deserved a horrible death.
At least they'll be sentenced to hell as well as I will be, he thought. His eyes fluttered, and he sunk lower in the wild ocean. His mind faded as he closed his wings around himself. Finally... he smiled gently. Death will come to me after so long... His smile faded as his systems closed themselves off, and his world faded to black.