Thanks Sean Fogle and PitbullLady for the warm welcome, much appreciated:). I believe a flashback for the story is in order as well.

Enjoy and feel free to R+R everybody!

Sluggishly, he complied with the intercom. He - just for a moment, stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth.

Another migraine. Ever since he came back from the godforsaaken human world, he had them. They lasted such little time, but bit with a ferocious heat.

Every blow from the shovel in turn was a blow to his ego. It met his head thrice, causing his rattled brain even more befuddlement. His eyes

began to close, trying to close out the pain - which was successfully unsuccessful. The flurry of impacts ceased, and his reptile brain began to sort itself out. Where he

was, what happened, and who did this to him. James P. Sullivan and Mike Wazowski. They were hypocrits, that's what they were. Hating him because he was "unfriendly"

and "truly, undeniably evil", when they themselves needed a little lesson in forbearance. He'd give it to them. A fire erupted inside Randall that moment, a fire that would

drive him to do the unthinkable.

He opened his eyes and met those of a young boy near the age of thirteen.

"Ma'! The croc opened his eyes! Ma'!"

Randall stood up, arched his back and let out a blood - curdling roar. The child screamed and hid his wee face in the chesterfield he had been sitting on.

The monster flashed the boy a toothy grin goodbye, and dashed out the door of the small trailer.

He scuttled along on his belly, caressing the mud and grime with his scales. It was repulsive - being the generally cleanly monster he was. His mind was elsewhere.

Sullivan, Wazowski and Waternoose occupied him. These thoughts were broken however by the sudden harrowing pain that engulfed his entire body. Cuts and bruises from

the barrage of shovel strikes practically enveloped him. One particular cut that was placed right inbetween his chameleon - like eyes, just below his "frond line" one could call

it burned with almost the ferocity of Randall's nearly mad loathing for them all. Every monster who ever set foot in Monster's Incorperated! His blood began to boil. He thrust

every branch that blocked his way roughly to the side. His heart raced, he was almost at a run now...

He stopped abruptly and smoothed his fronds back. He had to restrain himself, or he was dead for sure.

"For heaven's sake! I'm a raving lunatic!" he muttered to himself.

"Continue like this and I'm on Monstropolis' Most Wanted." He calmed himself. The murderous hate he felt was boiling down to just pure loathing.

We limped a while further, until he came upon a truck halted by the side of the road, its human outside talking to another who seemed to own the convertable parked a few

meters in front.

He blended into his surroundings, as not to be seen.

Truthfully, he was amazed this ability wasn't snatched away from him. During his pummeling, he could feel himself mentally fighting for it. He valued it more than anything

he had in his life, and refused to lose it. Refused. He gritted his teeth throughout the whole ordeal, not allowing his dignity to be shattered even more by the loss of the

power that made him the second most frightening monster in Monstropolis.

He crawled up to the fully open window and peered inside. Nobody in...and the key in ignition! He made one of his smooth lunges into the passenger seat of the vehicle,

and prepared to snatch the wheel. It didn't look unlike his automobile in the monster world...it just wasn't as nice. He nearly had his right hand on it when the driver's door

opened.

Muaha! Cliff - Hanger. Hopefully this chapter will be an imporvement on the last. I'm feeling rather good about it, however I'm sure I'll look back on it, horrified at what I

did:P. Thanks for reading!