Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm happy to see you're all enjoying the story! It's time to continue on into The Crypt with our favorite green prankster!
You might also see a surprise in the next chapter regarding Gar. In this chapter, however, I wanted to explore more of the 'animalistic' side of him, while trying to remain faithful to the way the cartoon portrayed it.
I hope you all enjoy it!
Your friend, Cody.
Oh, and P.S.: JINX WILL APPEAR SOON! It really amazes me how much you guys want her in here! Don't get me wrong, she's awesome, but wow! XD
The hours passed, and Gar was still staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't slept at all. He didn't even know if it was night or day. He was too busy worrying about what he was going to have to do next in order to get out of here. He had no intention of staying here in this Hell-hole.
He began to think about his friends, and what they were doing. Were they planning on getting him out? As much as he was hoping for that, he figured that was impossible. He then thought about Rachel, and how she was feeling, if the news had spread to her at all. He wondered if she was worried about him, and what she might do to Xavier if she knew what he said about her. That would be fun to see!
His thoughts were broken once he heard his cell door being opened. Standing in the doorway, a H.I.V.E. soldier rudely demanded Gar to exit his cell, and head to the arena. Reluctantly, Gar stood up, walking out of his cell as the soldier escorted him across the walkway, down a flight of stairs, and to the lower area. There, the Master sat on his throne, watching Gar make his way across the arena from him, where other inmates stood.
The Master overlooked the inmates in silence, averting his eyes left and right. After a few moments, he finally spoke.
"Who shall be next in their quest to escape The Crypt?" he asked.
The inmates remained silent, which made Gar a little curious. Shouldn't they all be lining up to try and get out of here?
"No-one?" The Master asked again.
Still, everyone remained silent. Gar looked at all the inmates with a perplexed look on his face. Why were none of them willing to fight? Surely, they would all want their freedom back. Well, at least, freedom from this place.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Gar decided that he would be the one to step up, and he did.
"I will."
A smile formed upon the Master's face.
"Good. Step forward, Gar."
Gar did what he was told, standing on the left side of the arena.
"I am pleased to see how well you fare this morning, shape-shifter. Because I have a special opponent in mind. You fared well against Killer Moth. But now, I believe it's time for a new challenge. So please..."
The Master gestured to the other inmates, "Is there anyone who wishes to face the young shape-shifter?" it didn't take long for one of them to step up.
"I'll do it."
Gar recognized that voice! He turned to check, and found his suspicion confirmed. It was Johnny!
"Excellent, Johnny Rancid!" said the Master. "Please, step forward and face your opponent."
Johnny did as he was told, and stared at Gar with a cocky smirk on his face. Just like Xavier, Gar felt a bad vibe from this guy. Which was ironic, seeing as how he was the guy who gave Gar a congratulations, as well as insight into this Hell-hole. Then again, he had never met Rancid before this.
"BEGIN!" the Master commanded.
In an instant, Johnny Rancid's appearance flashed from black, to blood red. His once long, greasy hair was now fully spiked. The tattoo's adorning his arms glowed bright, as well as his eyes. The only unchangeable portion of him were his black open-finger gloves, leather pants, and steel-toed boots.
Rancid clenched his fist into his hand, "Time to show you what being an animal is all about!"
With a roar, Johnny Rancid threw the first punch, which Gar was barely able to dodge as he stepped aside. Rancid threw another punch, and Gar ducked underneath it. Gar figured Rancid would throw another punch, so he was ready to dodge one more time. But before Rancid's left fist made contact, he decided to fake the boy out and deliver a right punch right to the stomach.
Gar clenched his stomach and rubbed it in hopes to make it better. A lot of good that did him, as Johnny continued with a stiff punch across the jaw, then another, and finished it by grabbing Gar's head and slamming it against his knee. The boy fell back flat, and lied there in pain. He could swear his jaw was broken right now.
The pain in his jaw didn't subside, either. Johnny Rancid now had his boot on Gar's head, pressing down on it hard. Gar tried pushing it off, but it was proving to be very difficult, and painful. The sound of Rancid laughing didn't help in the slightest, either.
"Come on, Gar! Where's that primal instinct!?"
Rancid continued to press down on Gar's head, and Gar continued trying to push him off. Every second he pushed, Rancid would press down harder. He needed to get away.
In a moment, Gar had vanished once again, just like his fight with Killer Moth. Rancid looked in every direction to find the boy, wondering exactly where he was. Or rather, what he was. He could be a fly for all he knew.
Rancid took one last look up, and was greeted by the sight of screaming flying squirrel. The morsel landed on Rancid's, temporarily blinding him, before scurrying around his gray-pale torso, tickling the biker into laughter.
"Hey... stop that!... Get of...!" the biker said between laughs. His wish came true, but not in the way he wanted. From a small flying squirrel, to a large kangaroo, Gar sent a flurry of punches to Rancid's face. Left, right, left, right, left, right, a hop on the tail, and bam! Johnny Rancid was sent crashing down on his back.
The other inmates cheered as Gar returned to his human form. The sound of cheering brought a smile to his face, and he couldn't help but start boasting... or rather dancing.
"Oh, yeah! Go, Garfield! Go, Garfield! Go, Garfield!"
The young boy was so overcome with excitement, that he never noticed Rancid getting back on his feet until he finally turned around. Johnny Rancid stared at Gar with hate in his eyes, and blood dripping from his mouth from the punches earlier. That brought Gar's excitement down. This wasn't going to be...
Gar's eyes immediately turned red. But not from primal instinct like Johnny wanted. But from the blood Johnny had spit in his face. Blinded by the thick fluid, Gar was unable to do anything at the moment, except get beaten down by the blood biker.
Rancid threw another punch to the gut, and then a running knee to the face. The impact of the knee sent Gar falling on his back. The inmates cheered for Johnny as he raised his arms high, but he wasn't ready for a victory yet. He had something else in mind. He held out his hands, and two flashes of red simultaneously lit up, revealing a curved, spiked blade in each of them.
The inmates cheered louder than before. Rancid knew what these guys wanted, and he was going to give it to them.
Gar's head was spinning from the last attack as he lied on the floor. He could barely make out what was in front of him. Everything was all blurry. It was just a matter of time before things became clear, and Gar only had a moment to react before Johnny's blade was about to cut him up. He rolled out of the way just in time for the blade to actually pierce the steel floor.
Gar sprang up, and quickly tried to dodge Johnny's blades as best as he could. It was proving to be harder than he thought. Johnny was fast, really fast. And his head was still reeling from the knee. But he had to be focused. He had to clear his head. He had to...
"AHH!"
Gar screamed in pain as a blade managed to slice his chest, just above the heart. He pressed his hand against the wound to stop the bleeding, wincing as it stung. He didn't have much time, though. Johnny was still going, and he had to keep dodging. It was only after the third swipe, did another cut make its way on gar's person. This time, it was his arm. It was small cut this time, thankfully. But that didn't make the situation any better.
"Come on, green-bean!" Johnny said smirking, "You've barely left a bruise on me! Granted, that kangaroo bit was pretty good, but you need to do better!" another swipe, and another cut to Gar's arm. A cut across the chest, and a slice at the leg. Gar once again screamed as he knelt down to cover the wound. But Johnny payed no sympathy towards him, and just pushed Gar to the floor with his boot against his head.
Gar watched through half-closed eyes as the inmates cheered for Johnny Rancid. They were just like the ones in the real arena. They didn't care who won or lost, they just wanted a show. But there was a difference between the arena, and The Crypt, he realized. Unlike the arena, The Crypt was a blood sport. There were no winners or losers, just killers and victims. They didn't care who won or lost, they just wanted to see someone die.
But that wasn't going to be him! No, Gar was not going to be a victim today! He needed to escape!
Johnny Rancid, once boasting to the crowd, turned at the sound of Gar's grunt. He watched the young boy try to push himself up, despite all the damage that had been done. And even though he hated to admit it, he had to admire the boy's strength.
But now it was time to end it.
Rancid walked over to Gar, grabbing a handful of his spikey hair and lifting him to his knees. A single smirk came across the blood biker's face.
"Gotta hand it to you, kid. You got guts." he pointed to Gar's stomach with one of his blades, "So, I guess I'll just have to tear them out."
Rancid reeled his arm back, aiming his blade directly for Gar's stomach. But before he could skewer the boy, Gar quickly transformed. This time, into a tiger, and like a steel trap, clenched his jaws tightly around the arm that was holding him up.
Johnny screamed in pain as he tried to pry away from the tiger's grip. Luckily, he did. But now blood was dripping from the wounds where the teeth dug in. Rancid furiously growled, but immediately gasped in shock as a new animal, a rhino, took charge.
The large beast collided with Johnny Rancid at full force, and the biker was sent crashing into one of the two large fire bowls set at opposite ends of the arena. Johnny crashed into the bowl, and the fire adorning it spread everywhere...
And engulfed Johnny.
Screams of pain and agony filled The Crypt as the inmates, and Gar, looked on in horror as the flaming carcass of Johnny Rancid writhed violently. Gar wanted to try and help, but was frozen in absolute horror. All he could do, was watch as the flames died out, and all that was left, was a burning crisp.
There was a moment of silence, and the inmates began to cheer once more.
"Your winner!" the Master announced.
Gar payed absolutely no attention to anyone. He was too preoccupied, horror-stricken, over what just happened. He couldn't believe it. Never in a million years did he think he could do such a thing! It wasn't on purpose, it was just an accident! No, no, this can't be right. This isn't right!
But no matter what Beast-Boy told himself... he couldn't hide this one dreadful fact.
He had just killed a man.
After the events that transpired a few minutes ago, Gar still couldn't motivate himself to get out of bed, not even to clean up his scars. He had been sitting there on the edge with his hands in his hair trying to deal with the fact that he did something he never thought he would. Gar's mind was a whirlwind of emotions; panic, happiness, fear. All these emotions took over the young-blood, so much so that he could feel his stomach churn. It didn't take long for him to run to the toilet and ultimately puke his guts out.
Once he retched the last bit of vomit from his insides, Gar turned the sink on. He cupped some water in both hands and took a sip of the liquid in hopes to wash the bad taste out of his mouth. He swished the water in his mouth left and right, spitting it out once he felt necessary. After relieving himself of any vile vomit, Gar looked at his broken reflection in the mirror.
He still couldn't believe what happened.
He could still smell Johnny Rancid's burning flesh, stinging his nostrils even though the fire had subsided just minutes ago. His screams of pain and agony as he writhed on the floor rang in Gar's head like a bell, showing no signs of leaving. Gar tried making the screams go away by pounding his head with his hand. But every hit just made the screams ring louder and louder, both Johnny's... and Gar's.
Hit, scream.
Hit, scream.
Hit, scream!
The screams were still there.
He heard his cell door open, and his attention was turned to someone he didn't expect.
The Master.
"You did well out there, Gar." he said, still smiling.
"I don't think so." Gar replied, solemnly.
"I know you do no approve of what transpired. But in this world, it is survival of the fittest. You win, or you die. You must not show mercy. You must not show regret. You must act as the animal, the beast, you truly are. Those are the rules of The Crypt."
"Then what about Killer Moth?" Gar questioned his first fight.
"Merely a test to see what you could do. It was quite entertaining. But your fight with Rancid... that was impressive."
Somehow, Gar didn't find that very encouraging. But the Master didn't seem to care.
"You will continue to fight, if you wish to live. If you desire death... then so be it."
As the Master took his leave, Gar's mind rang with the words he had just been told. He sat down on the edge of his bed once more, taking a look at the gashes and cuts he had received. He thought about what the Master had said, about it being survival of the fittest. The closest thing he could think of at that time would be the animal kingdom. Predator, and prey. In the jungle, you're either the hunter, or the hunted. In The Crypt, however, it's either 'kill, or be killed.'
Killing someone had never before crossed Gar's mind. Not even with the H.I.V.E. Sure, he could turn into the biggest, strongest, fastest killers in the world, but he would never kill anyone with them. That is, until today. And no matter how much wanted to believe it was an accident, which it was, something inside him, told him it was necessary. And as much as it made feel awful, that part of him... actually liked it.
Gar closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, trying to rid his mind of all those thoughts. He wasn't a killer. Not like Johnny. No, he wasn't an animal. He screamed in his mind, I'm not an animal. I'm not an animal! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!
Over time, Gar's battles grew to be more... ferocious. Not just in opponents, but in finishes. One of his opponents, by the name of Punk Rocket, had put up quite a fight with his guitar, even going so far as to use it as a weapon in certain occasions. At one point, the pale white-haired, orange jump-suit wearing musician struck the shape-shifter across the head with his guitar.
Gar slowly picked himself, shaking his head to get rid of the buzzing. He had no idea where he was at the moment. It wasn't until he got a kick across the face, did he finally come back to his senses. He was also lucky enough to roll out of the way just in time before his head became a bloody stand for Punk Rocket's guitar. Now that Gar was able to stand, Punk Rocket took charge, ready to swing his guitar like a club. But Gar reacted quick, and actually managed to spit out whatever blood resided in his mouth, into Punk Rocket's face.
With the musician now blinded by the red, thick fluid, Gar decided to finish it. He transformed himself into a wolf, and immediately pounced on Punk Rocket, tearing away at his chest, blooding splatting everywhere as his claws scratched and his teeth maimed.
The inmates loved it.
Gar's next opponent was actually the fat man he saw Killer Moth beat-up when he first arrived. And let's just say, he's not so fat anymore. When you squeeze a man the size of Control Freak using massive gorilla arms, you're not going to get a pretty picture.
And then, there was Adonis.
Not only was this guy big and strong, due to the large red battlesuit he wore, he was also obnoxious. Every single time Gar was taken down, which was frequently, this guy would run his mouth off. A perfect example would be right now, after throwing Gar across the arena like a rag-doll. As the green elf lied there on the floor, Adonis, with his suit-muscles flexed, began to run his mouth.
"You think you can take down Adonis, wimp?" he held out his hand, "Bring it on."
Gar quickly picked himself up to his feet, "Dude, it is totally brunged... branged."
Ooh, bad grammar. That ought to scare him.
But apparently, it didn't. Adonis simply charged towards the young-blood. Gar did, as well, transforming into a wolf and pouncing towards Adonis' head. But that proved to be useless, as Adonis simply grabbed the wolf, and threw him across the other side of the arena. Once Gar managed to stand up again, he tried a trifecta of animals, in hopes to take down the armored muscle-head.
First, a charging bull. But Adonis simply grabbed the bull by the horns, and with little to no effort, spun him around and sent the bull flying to a nearby wall. Next on Gar's list, was a monkey. He tried to pounce, but was actually punched, not swatted, put punched away to another wall. Finally, Gar tried a tiger, and pounced one more time. But once again, Adonis truck Gar with both hands locked together, sending the tiger actually crashing into the crowd of inmates watching the fight out of their cells.
As Gar was piled on by the inmates he crashed into, Adonis taunted, and flexed, once again.
"What's the matter, wuss? Don't you know how to fight like a man?"
It was then, that something inside Gar seemed to... snap. Every ferocious thought he held in the back of his mind suddenly began to cloud his judgment, and build something inside of him. Something... beast-like.
"I'm not a man..." he growled, "I'm an ANIMAL!"
Every single inmate crowded around Gar was sent stumbling or flying away by Gar's massive gorilla strength. The large, angry ape looked at the inmates, and without thinking, grabbed the two nearest inmates, and actually threw them at Adonis.
The muscle-head merely swatted the inmates away like flies, but had barely any time to react as he was viciously rammed by a large, green rhino that sent him crashing to a wall. The assault only continued from there, with a bear now striking Adonis left and right with its claws, scratching and tearing away at the battlesuit, with no end seemingly in sight. Pieces of metal flew everywhere with each strike as Adonis' battlesuit continued to be torn apart.
Sparks flew until the battlesuit finally broke apart at the chest. All that was inside, was a young skin-and-bones thin man with dark hair and a red bodysuit inside. Adonis, tired and broken, fell to his knees and fell on his face in defeat.
It was another victory for Gar, but that didn't matter to him, as he stared at his defeated opponent with hateful eyes.
"Who's the tough guy, now?"
After Gar's battle with Adonis, he immediately retreated back to his cell. After washing his face with water, Gar stared at his broken reflection in the mirror. In a fit of rage, Gar punched the already broken mirror. Small shards of glass fell, not making a scratch on Gar's hand, thanks to his gloves. Cuts were the least of his worries, anyway. He didn't want to stay in this place anymore. He wanted to get out!
It was then he heard his cell door open again, and once again, the Master stood in place.
"Congratulations are in order, I believe. You are better than what I expected."
"Yeah, thanks." Gar replied, showing no care whatsoever as he stared back at the broken mirror.
"I have some news for you."
Gar narrowed his eyes at the Master's reflection. What kind of 'news'?
"It appears your friends are preparing for battle. They will be teaming together, in hopes to release you."
Gar's ears perked, "They are?"
"Yes. If they win, you shall be released."
Gar was about to fist-pump his excitement, but the Master wasn't done just yet.
"However... you, yourself, must face a similar challenge."
A similar challenge? "What do you mean?"
"If you defeat your next opponent, just like your friends, then I shall release you from The Crypt."
Gar's eyes widened, "What?! I have to face someone else?! WHY?!"
"It only seems fair that you should continue to fight for your freedom, as well."
Gar was about to lash out at the Master, but was instantly cut-off.
"Be ready. For tomorrow, your fate shall be determined."
With that, the Master left behind a very upset shape-shifter.
The Headmistress stood in the elevator, Rachel and Kori beside her. She was on her way to meet with Brother Blood for an important issue. What that issue was, exactly, neither of the two girls knew. Once the elevator stopped, the doors opened, and the trio was surprised to see Richard and Cyborg standing in front of them.
"What are you two doing here?" asked the Headmistress.
"We needed to talk to Blood." Cyborg answered. "Dr. Light sent Gar to The Crypt, and we need to get him out."
The Headmistress raised an eyebrow in surprise, and curiosity.
"The Crypt?" she repeated the name to see if she heard right.
The boys nodded.
"I see. Kori, Rachel. You may part with Richard and Cyborg. I have a little business to discuss with Brother Blood."
"Yes, Headmistress." only Kori was the one to say it, and she passed a worried glance to the silent Rachel.
"Rachel?" the Headmistress questioned, looking over her shoulder. Almost instantly, Rachel replied back.
"Yes, Headmistress."
"Good."
With that the Headmistress strolled past the boys and down the hall. She wanted to know the reasons behind Gar's sentence. Whatever it was, it had to be better than whatever she had planned to say before. She entered Blood's office, instantly asking the question.
"What is this I hear about The Crypt?"
The sudden burst and question caught both Brother Blood and Dr. Light off-guard, but Blood was able to answer quickly after.
"There was a sudden outburst between Gar and Xavier. Gar acted out using his powers, and now he is being punished."
"So you sent him to The Crypt?" the Headmistress asked, bluntly.
Dr. Light responded simply, "It's the rules."
"And what did Cyborg and Richard have to say?"
Brother Blood replied, "They weren't, exactly, happy with situation. So, we remedied it."
Remedied it? "How?"
"If they can defeat their opponent at high noon tomorrow, then Gar will be released. Provided, he's not dead at that time." Blood had a tiny bit of humor in his voice. As if the thought of the three young teens dead brought happiness to him.
"Have you decided on an opponent?" the Headmistress wondered.
A smile formed across Brother Blood's face, a devilish smile.
"Oh, yes. Yes, I do."
It was just yesterday when Richard and Cyborg were given a chance to save their friend. Now, they were in the armory. Richard had to change into the same uniform he wore when he fought Xavier. When he saw it, Cyborg had to stifle a laugh, which made receive a death-glare from Richard.
"Sorry." Cyborg apologized, taking a seat on a bench so he could lean forward on his knees.
Richard searched the armory and inspected the weapons of his choice. As he was doing this, Cyborg decided to ask him a question.
"Hey Richard. Be honest. Do you think we're gonna be able to get Gar out?"
Richard could hear the uncertainty in Cyborg's voice. And to be honest, he couldn't blame him. They only had one chance to save Gar, and they had to do it by facing an opponent they didn't even know! To be honest, Richard himself wasn't entirely sure if it was possible. He decided against the typical "we'll beat him" speech, and spoke his mind, starting with a sigh.
"I don't know, Victor. I mean, we don't even know if Gar's still alive." he turned his attention tot he cybernetic teen, "We don't even know who we're facing!" he ran a gloved hand through his spiked hair, "I'm not going to lie, and say we have a chance. But I will say this..." he slowly stepped toward Cyborg, pointing to the door that would lead them to the arena.
"We will go out there, and no matter who stands in our way, whether we live or die today, we are saving Gar."
Cyborg looked at Richard's outstretched hand, prompting a bro hand-shake. A new-found confidence rose in the cybernetic teen. He could feel the confidence rising every second, as if he knew Gar was going to be safe, no matter what their outcome may be. A smile formed, and Cyborg locked his hand with Richard's as he stood up.
"You're right. Even if we do die out there, we'll make sure to bring whatever poor bastard we're facing with us!"
Richard smiled back, and returned to the assortment desk and wall for any remaining weapons he felt were needed. As he was finishing putting the weapons in his utility belt, he heard a door open. Coming in, was Dr. Light.
Great.
Richard and Cyborg payed no expense to even pretend to act like it was good to see him again. After all, he was the one who sent Gar to The Crypt in the first place. Dr. Light could sense the hatred from the two teens, and whether he ignored them, or just didn't care, he proceeded to speak to them.
"You both know what's at stake here, don't you?"
"Yeah." Cyborg said bluntly, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, same with Richard.
"Blood just better keep his word, and you better make sure he does." Richard warned the overseer.
Dr. Light nodded, "But of course. Now, go out there." he pointed to the door that led to the arena.
Cyborg and Richard looked back at the door, then exchanged glances at each other. Though they didn't say anything, they knew they were both ready. They headed for the door, hearing the roar of the crowd just waiting for the inevitable battle. The two pushed both doors wide open, using their arms to shield their eyes from the sun's bright light as they walked out to the arena.
Soon enough, they were able to see, taking in the sights of the overwhelming crowd. Surprisingly, there was a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. They figured the cheers were for Cyborg, seeing as how he defeated Cinderblock, and the boos were for Richard. Well, what can you expect from surrendering in your first one-on-one battle?
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Brother Blood spoke from his balcony, while the Headmistress sat in her throne with Kori and Rachel standing at the doorway, as usual.
"Yesterday, a prisoner was sent to The Crypt for his unruly behavior!"
The crowd cheered, not surprising to either Cyborg or Richard.
"But today, that prisoner has a chance to escape The Crypt! With help from his two best friends: Cyborg..."
The crowd roared for the cybernetic teen...
"...And Richard Grayson."
And booed the young millionaire.
But neither of them cared. They weren't fighting for these people. They were fighting for their friend.
"And today, these two Titans shall fight alongside each other, in a battle to determine the fate of young Gar! Ladies and gentlemen of Steel City..."
As the introduction began, the doors on the opposite side of the arena began to open.
"Allow me to introduce their opponent..."
Footsteps could be heard throughout the arena. But they weren't just loud, they sounded kind of... squishy?
The footsteps drew closer and closer, and so could the being causing them. At the mere sight of this... thing, everybody gasped in disgust and awe. This monster of hideous. Not only was it large, but it was made out of some... disgusting, purple fluid with two green eyes. It looked like it could be human, but yet... it couldn't be. There was no flesh, only...
"Plasmus!"
And then came the ear-shattering screech.
Gar had been ordered to the arena by the Master himself, a guard escorting him once again. Gar had little, to no time, to clean out the cuts given to him from his last few battles, so his body was riddled with gashes and torn clothes. He was thankful the gashes weren't deep, but it still stung at times.
Gar stood on his side of the arena, facing the Master as the rest of the inmates stayed in their cells.
"Today, Gar has a special opportunity. Just as his friends are fighting for his freedom, Gar shall fight for his, as well. But seeing as how this is a special occasion, it requires a special opponent."
Gar's attention was taken away by the sight of a large hole appearing next to him. At first, he was confused. But that confusion quickly turned to worry as he could hear something rising from below. It sounded like... snarling?
Gar's heart instantly sunk to his stomach as he finally got a look at who, or rather what, his opponent really was.
Its eyes were nothing but pools of red, filled with a sense of rage and hunger as it glared through the elongated skull-helm it wore over its face, while a long mane of hair traveled all the way down its back. Its horns were sharp, standing straight up like two spears, ready to stake their victim. The sharp teeth it showed was riddled with saliva, dripping down its chin, wetting the brown tuft of hair underneath before dropping to the floor in small puddles. Its body was massive, intimidating on all levels, towering over the green elf like a giant. But what scared Gar the most, was the bones. Not only did it wear a skull as a helmet, but it wore other pieces, like some sort of armor! With blood still on it! It even had a necklace... made out of skulls.
Gar was so overtaken with fear, he couldn't even hear the Master announce the name of this monster.
"Wildebeest!"
Author's Note: Plasmus, and Wildebeest. Things are not looking up for our favorite heroes.
I wanted make Wildebeest seem scary. I got the inspiration from the comic version of him, but replaced the armor with bone, as I think it fit the mood for The Crypt's most dangerous inmate.
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Hope to see what you guys think about it! And trust me, things will be awesome in the next chapter. Two battles at the same time! :D
I hope you all enjoy it!
Your friend, Cody.