A chill wind whirled through the streets of Arlen Texas, scattering leaves among the various porches, driveways and lawns of the several nearby homes. Though the Autumn season had been seemingly uneventful, there was something brewing far beneath the paved roads of the super-sized state. A great evil, casted away deep beneath the planet was finally reawakening. A stone tomb began to rock and shuffle as the creature sealed within surged with life. After a moment, the lid to the casket burst forth, being shot into the air with such force that it slammed into the ceiling of the burial chamber. Stone crumbled onto the great evil, some from the lid that was just obliterated, other pieces from the now horribly dented ceiling. Finally sitting up, the large figure placed a hand on his head, disoriented from his sudden return to the waking realm. "Aw geez, Ray is gonna be really mad about me oversleeping. Aw gee." Sprinting over to a tomb opposite his in the back of the chamber, he gripped the lid, and tossed it with ease, creating yet another dent in the room, and destroying the lid completely. Placing both hands over the heart of his eternal roommate, he channeled his dark ki, his hands beginning to glow a dim black color. With a powerful and commanding war-cry, the energy intensified ten fold as his hands were completely enveloped by the sinister energy, turning from a dim black to an empty and thick black that obscured all vision of the flesh underneath. Immediately, the smaller figure known as Ray's eyes shot open, and he sat up with anger in them. He knew his time for revenge had come, and during all his years of sleep, the rage that consumed him never faded in the slightest. "Dammit Robert! I've got a good sense of time, and I can tell you slept past the alarm we set for 2003!" The short man said, running his hands through his short black hair, his wrinkled face showing great signs of disdain. "Aw come on, Ray. It's not so bad. I mean, I feel well rested!" Said the imposing giant, a hand on his forehead in frustration, not quite touching his hair due to the hair line being so far up his head. "Ah whatevah. We've got work, and not much time to do it. The great matron needs to be tended to. You need to go find the one called Hank. It's as ma's diary foretold. But you need to bring him alive." With a simple nod, Robert took one enormous leap, and slammed through the ceiling of the chamber, and all the way through the crust of the earth to the surface world.
Shaking the dirt and rubble from his body like an enormous dog, Robert seeked to gain his bearings. He was in a small neighborhood, one of general peace, the only sounds being heard being of various small animals, and children playing with their outdoor playthings. Closest to him was a house with a dim yellow paint job. As he inspected the single story dwelling, a passage from his mother's diary filled his head. "The great propane seller can be found in the yellow home, in that serene little neighborhood of fools." There was no doubt in his mind. This was where he needed to be. As he lumbered down the driveway, the garage door slowly opened, a mechanical whir filling the air along side several clicks as it did. Rolling out from next to the tool bench, was a short fat child with a round, shaven head. The boy wore a blue shirt along side green shorts, as well as tennis shoes. He looked up to the massive brute before him, and said. "Who're you, mister?" The boy felt uneasy around Robert, and not just because he was a dwarf compared to him. From deep within him, the boy felt a malevolent presence controlling his heart. "I'm looking for a man named Hank. Hank Hill." Robert told the small youth. His gaze pierced right through the fat child, unmoving as
their eyes locked. "Well I'm his son Bobby. And i don't think I trust you!" Said Bobby, fear gripping him as his hands tightened around the handlebars of his yellow-orange bike. "Look boy. If you don't tell me where ya dad is, me and my bruthah Ray are gonna have to make things get real messy." As he spoke, he raised his fist, clinching it tight. His dark energy surrounded his hand, ready to strike the boy down. "I won't let you hurt my dad!" Bobby shouted. Scowling at the heroic pre-pubescent, Robert delivered a mighty blow to the boy, aiming to connect right with his temple, as to knock the boy out with no struggle. In a flash of brilliant speed, Bobby's open hand met the Giant's, clamping down on it with great force. For a split second, Robert was dazzled by the display put on by someone he had presumed to be less than nothing in terms of strength. But even so, he could feel that the boy needed all his power just to hold back his blow. Within a blink of the boy's eyes, Robert grabbed the front wheel of Bobby's bike, and yanked it from underneath him, tossing it behind his back and clear over the home across the street and behind them. Stunned with surprise, Bobby fell straight to the ground, his head meeting the pavement with a loud "thunk!" Before he knew it, a giant fist was barreling down towards his gut, and he just barely managed to roll himself out of the way- the ki that empowered Robert made contact with his shirt, and made an enormous rip along the left side, barely missing it's chance to cut into the boy's flesh. Faster than he could comprehend, the giant's behemoth body flashed to the side of Bobby's own body, towards the direction he had rolled in. Delivering a mighty kick to Bobby's head, the helpless child was rocketed into the fence of the Gribble residence. Hearing the commotion, Bobby's best friend, Joseph Gribble sprinted from his backyard and into the front. Unlike his father Dale, Joseph was a dark skinned man, with a deceptively strong physique and a thin mustache beginning to grow along his lip. This, in comparison to his pale and hairless father, should be obvious evidence to anyone that Joseph was not biologically related to Dale. But, despite the odds, they continue to believe they share blood. His shirt was a lighter blue than Bobby's, and his shorts were red rather than green. "Ah geez, dude!" Joseph said upon seeing his greatest friend most trusted ally laying amongst the rubble of the now-ruined fence. Before he could even attempt to help, Robert had begun channeling a ball of energy, cocking his arm back and flinging it at Bobby, as if throwing a baseball. Still dazed by the blow bestowed upon his head, Bobby had scarcely noticed the destructive blast until it was far too late to dodge. He clinched his eyes shut and had begun to recite a prayer to himself when he heard a pain-filled howl. The voice was far too familiar to the boy. It was that of his dear friend, Joseph. Knowing Bobby had no chance of dodging, he flung himself in front to take the full brunt of the attack. "G-GET OUTTA HERE, DUDE!" Said the young Native American, panting heavily before collapsing next to his chubby companion. His back had been heavily seared by the blast, being covered in third degree burns all along it, and he now lay face down in the splintering wood of the fence. Bobby's fist tightened as his whole body began to shake with fury. His natural light-blue key shot up, and he took to the air high above his adversary. Charging energy in both his hands, he screamed "THIS AIN'T MUCH, BUT IT'S ALL I HAVE!" as he rained down bullet after bullet of energy. Ten blasts became twenty and twenty became 40. After reaching over one hundred separate blows on his foe, he lifted his arms high above his head, and charged up a blue beam of luminescent blue energy, and launched it with all his might, screaming louder than he thought possible with his tiny lung capacity. Then, he fell to the ground, barely landing on his feet, signs of exhaustion showing all over his person. He could barely manage to breath, and soon sat down on the ground as the dust of the ruined lawn began to clear. "D-did I do it?.." he asked faintly, ready to pass out. But when the dust cleared, Robert was no where to be seen. Bobby looked straight up, and realized that he had managed to hide a leap into the sky above Bobby by using the dust and gravel that was kicked up all over the yard during his barrage. Robert's clothes were heavily ripped, and his arms were covered in cuts and scratches. His forehead had even began to bleed. Bobby's eyes widen with horror as Robert flew down at him at what he swore had to have been mach speed. Robert grabbed the boy by his face, preparing a blast to finish him. As the energy welled up, it burned into his face, causing indescribable pain before the attack even went off. "Gotta hand it to ya, kid. You really pack a punch for someone so small. But there wasn't a chance in heck that you could have taken me out." He said dryly, blasting Bobby's face almost as soon as he finished speaking, sending him flying on top of Joseph's body, with a face full of similar burns to those inflicted to the dark haired boy.
To be continued..
