CHAPTER 31: RETURN OF THE FREAK, PART 1
Vacations are a special time reserved for relaxing one's self or one's family from the troubles of day-to-day life; in search of a period of peace from the hassles of responsibility and work. Perhaps one could take a sabbatical of solitude for a soul-searching journey for themselves as an individual, they could take Clark Griswold approach and take their family on a trip to strengthen their own bonds a unit, or perhaps just leave their home with a handful of friends for mindless fun.
Lars Rodriguez, trying to make himself a name as 'El Cucuy', has opted for an individual vacation, but for a bit of mindless fun for himself. The reasoning for his vacation is not to escape the hassles of his own life, but instead to evade the law, following his involvement in the Ocean Shores Incident, the Silver Sentinel Scandal, as well as an alleged shooting at a karaoke bar, which he fervently denies.
His last vacation involved him visiting a small town in Michigan called Royal Woods, eventually leading into his involvement with Silver Sentinel and his subordinates. Along the way, he had his face burned off, sent to an alternate dimension of moronic twerking ducks, and had his eye shot out, but still received a new robotic arm and face.
Despite relatively breaking even, he considers this the worst vacation he has ever had.
In search of somewhere he could find both his own sense of mindless fun, by which he defines as mass carnage and sexual predation, he has found his way to Hillwood. So far, despite landing him some opportunities for chaos, it has led him to getting stabbed through the chest with a sword, pinning him to a wall.
Now, this is the vacation he considers the worst.
After nearly half an hour of being left unconscious, El Cucuy has awoken from his blood loss-induced sleep at last, coughing up a few drops of clots as he did so. Looking down on the wound left from the sword, noticing he was still stuck to the wall from it, his first concerns are not the injury, but instead are towards his ruined, torn, and bloodied t-shirt, saying:
"Shit... that was my second favorite shirt." El Cucuy moaned.
Unable to free himself by pushing against the blade, he thought instead of another way to free himself from this trap. Changing his arm to its chainsaw form, El Cucuy began cutting against the metal hilt, seeking to separate the final barrier keeping him from the wall and freedom.
After cutting through most of the metal, he delivered a sharp elbow blow to the hilt, breaking it off. With nothing else to keep him stuck to the wall, El Cucuy walked forward, freeing himself from the wall and able to walk away. His departure to freedom caused him to cough out and vomit up the last remaining blood in his lungs and stomach, leading him to complain about his position further.
"Ugh... Son of a bitch! First, I get my arm ripped off by Rocket Dork, my dick and legs get eaten by sharks, I get my face burned off and sent to some wack-ass duck world by that retard Ace Sucky brat, and my eye shot out when I get back. What the hell's next, huh?! WHAT THE HELL'S NEXT?!" El Cucuy shouted.
Hearing gunfire come from behind him in the distance, El Cucuy received his answer in an expedient fashion. Coming down the street were various military jeeps and a tank, accompanied by various armed soldiers escorting a group of 'Little' Nicky's thugs with their hands behind their heads.
"Oh, damn... some martial law shit, that's what, huh? This just got serious. I'm gettin' my ass outta here." El Cucuy said.
Making good on his plans to flee Hillwood, El Cucuy began moving towards the nearest exit to the city as possible, not knowing where it might be or if he was even heading in the right direction. All that concerned him at that moment in time was moving away from the incoming armed soldiers, which was noble enough a goal in his mind.
However, upon trying to make good on that promise, a hand fell on his shoulder, leading him to instinctively freeze in place, raising his hands.
"No, dude, don't shoot me! I'm too hung to die!" El Cucuy said.
"Save it." A familiar voice said.
Turning to the individual upon recognizing the voice, El Cucuy found that this man was 'Little' Nicky himself, bringing him a mixture of relief and tension all at once.
"Oh, uh, hey, jefe. Listen, man, sorry I kinda said all that 'getting out of town' crap, it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, I-" El Cucuy tried to say.
"I said, 'save it'. I know you were trying to run, and, to be honest, any other situation, I'd rather have let you go. You're more trouble than you're worth." 'Little' Nicky said.
"So... uh... why aren't you letting me go?"
"Two things: One, even if I did let you go, you'd never make it anyway. The National Guard's already set up checkpoints across all exits. Even with your luck, you'd never get past them without a whole clip of bullets in your brain. Hence why I would've let you go anyway. Two, I don't have a choice but to keep you around. The government's cracking down on me now, and I need every man I can get."
"So, instead of letting me get killed, you're gonna make me fight against the federal government? Kind of a rock and a hard place, ain't it? Well, so far, I've gotten two of my favorite shirts destroyed, and impaled through the damn chest. Why the hell shouldn't I just walk away and take my chances anyway?"
"I'll double your pay. And... against my better judgement, I'll throw in two hookers."
"...Make my sluts one 17-year old blond and one 42-year old MILF combo meal and you got it."
"Deal. Now, shut up and follow me. I know a way back."
Needing a fast way away from the invading army coming into the city, El Cucuy followed 'Little' Nicky out of the city, heading to somewhere safe from any hands of authority that would seek to capture the massive mafioso or any of his accomplices. Though having fought tooth and nail against Valiance not too long ago, 'Little' Nicky still manages himself well.
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but, of all the things you could have said... 'I'm too hung to die'?" 'Little' Nicky asked.
"Hey, man, I paid good money for this dick. I got one half my old size after Ocean Shores, so, when I needed my new face grafted on, I had them hook me up with a new cock. I might have a white face now, but I got myself a big black dingus. I call it the 'Schlong of the South'." El Cucuy said.
"...Yep. I regret asking."
Concurrently, at Hillwood General Hospital, the linchpin to the events of chaos and mayhem that have swept this night, the Freak, has found the last bits of his surgery wrapped up, stabilizing his condition. Having sustained many injuries from the attack by the reanimated and vengeful body of Rhonda Lloyd, there was much work to be done, and little time to complete it to save his life.
The doctor who performed the surgery, a man named Dr. Ryan Yuzna, called an end to the surgery, finishing the last bits of work on the Freak's spine.
"Time is 01:43; patient's spine has been successfully reconstructed. Wrap him up and throw him in a bed. We'll check on him later. I need coffee." Dr. Yuzna said.
Following their orders, the hospital staff tightly secured the Freak's body in a new body cast, subsequently putting him in a new hospital bed. All that awaits for him now is to lie in peace on his hospital bed, secured in a new body cast and letting him heal from his injuries. Still groggy from the anesthesia prior to his surgery, the Freak does nothing now but moan in his place in his sleep.
Tossing away his latex gloves and wiping the sweat from his brow, Dr. Yuzna proceeded to a conference room, heading straight to the coffee machine to fulfill his brain's need for a stimulating jolt of caffeine. With other staff members of the hospital awaiting results on his surgery, the doctor took no real urgency to the matter, seating himself and sipping on coffee at his own convenience.
"How were the results, Dr. Yuzna?" One staff member asked.
Dr. Yuzna took a long sip of his coffee before answering, taking his time to leisurely enjoy his drink.
"Everything went smoothly. Only thing to wait for now is to see the patient make his recovery." Dr. Yuzna said.
"And how long could that take?" Another staff member asked.
"I don't have an exact number yet. Try to understand, this procedure is still in the developmental stage; it's only because of test runs like on this man that I can see what works and what doesn't. It could be a matter of minutes before he regains all sensation, or maybe months. No idea yet."
"Respectfully, doctor, we're already pushing our luck as it is. It was just blind luck that we were able to secure this opportunity to-"
Before the conversation could carry on any longer, the door to the room burst open, with the therapist Dr. Scott barging straight in and right up to the group. Just barely making his way to this event, the good doctor had an extremely angry disposition on his face; concerned over the well-being of his patient.
"Where do you people get off handling my patient behind my back?" Dr. Scott asked.
"Excuse me?" A staff member asked.
"You heard me. That's my patient you're operating on."
"Operated on. He pulled through." Dr. Yuzna said.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
"Dr. Yuzna. I'm the man who just saved your patient. And you are?"
"I'm the man who takes care of my patient. I am the one responsible for his well-being. Now, I don't know what kind of games you're trying to play here, but I can guarantee you that you'll be hearing from my lawyer and the Department of Health and Human Services about-"
"Dr. Scott. While your... empathy towards your patient is quite admirable, we would like to remind you that you are only his therapist; hired to ensure that he will no longer pose a threat to society. Other than that, you have no official authority on his welfare whatsoever. As both a convicted criminal and having no surviving family members, he is officially a ward of the state, and that leaves his welfare on our hands. As we required a specialist to handle our patient's injuries, we hired Dr. Yuzna's services to operate on Gammelthorpe." A staff member said.
"Exactly what he said. Most importantly, when I heard that I had the opportunity to work on a patient with a damaged spine, I knew that this would be an excellent opportunity to test my new Sahelanthropus Procedure." Dr. Yuzna said.
"'Sahelanthropus Procedure'?" Dr. Scott asked.
"Yes. It's an invasive procedure in which I reconstruct the spine and spinal cord, utilizing some basic stem cell research and some bone grafting. It's all a bit tricky and technical for a psychiatrist, but, the important thing is, what I'm doing for your patient will pave the way for many more people to be saved down the line from similar injuries."
"What do you mean, 'pave the way'? How many times has this been tested?"
"Not that I'm in any real position to tell you, but only a handful."
"And how many of those have been successful so far?"
"None so far yet. I've mainly been relegated to testing on death row inmates and convicts, no one that'll be missed. It's the only way I could be able to test this."
"So, what? You just experiment on anyone you can get away with? And Curly just happens to be your next patient?"
"Basically, yeah."
Both angered and unsatisfied with his answer, Dr. Scott grabbed Dr. Yuzna by the throat and began strangling him, inflicting his own punishment towards the surgeon's sociopathic response. Tightly gripping his fingers around his throat, Dr. Scott aimed to end the other man's life right then and there, not thinking about consequences.
"YOU NAZI BASTARD!" Dr. Scott shouted.
Quickly moving to save Dr. Yuzna's life, the hospital staff pulled Dr. Scott off, restraining him until he had eventually calmed down and ended his attack. Responding to his assault in stride, Dr. Yuzna simply adjusted his tie calmly, giving out a few laughs between his coughs.
"If that's how you treat your enemies, I'd hate to see how you handle your patients." Dr. Yuzna said.
"You know how I treat my patients? I don't experiment on them and disregard their basic human rights!" Dr. Scott said.
"Please, Dr. Scott, be reasonable. My procedure might still be experimental, but, there's literally nothing for your patient to lose. He wouldn't have walked again if I hadn't done anything; this way, he has a chance to stand on his own two feet again. If nothing happens, then nothing happens; he stays on a bed for the rest of his days and you can waste your time talking to him and trying to bring him to the side of the good all you like. Even if there was some chance that he died in the process... well, this man shot out a little girl's brains live on TV and laughed about it. Now, you might have some empathy for Gammelthorpe, but I guarantee that nobody else would shed a tear with you. Do you really think the country is going to shed a tear over the first supervillain dying?"
"It doesn't matter. My job is to help people, plain and simple. A doctor's motto is: 'Do no harm, do know harm'. I know he's been harmed somewhere, and I'm here to help him. Something you don't give a shit about doing."
"Well, I can assure you, I didn't do him any harm whatsoever. He's doing perfectly fine. He's asleep as we speak."
"I want to see him. Right this second."
"We'll get to that. Right now, I'd like to talk to you. You say you were his therapist, I'd like to know a little more about this patient of yours. What exactly have you diagnosed him with?"
"You don't need to know that, what I need is to see Curly!"
"Dr. Scott, respectfully, there are several moneyed interests looking into Dr. Yuzna's Sahelanthropus Procedure, and it does have the potential to save and improve many lives. If you cooperate with us, there could be a stake in the money for yourself as well. If not, there may or may not be a few... 'questionable ethics' found in your work... that may or may not cause you to be barred from psychology, which means you will never be able to help people as you seem so interested in doing." A staff member said.
Realizing the danger that his very career was in, Dr. Scott reluctantly complied with Dr. Yuzna and the hospital staff, seating himself down to share the information.
"That's better. Now, what exactly is this 'Curly' of yours?" Dr. Yuzna asked.
"That's the thing, I'm not exactly sure. He seems to have some form of psychosis; some kind of skewed interpretation of reality. For years, he was under the belief that his parents were abusive and violent towards him, but, after uncovering video footage of him and his parents, I discovered that wasn't the truth. I ran a polygraph test as well, so he clearly wasn't lying. What he told me, he really, actually believed." Dr. Scott said.
"I see. And exactly what other kinds of 'untrue beliefs' did he carry?"
"I don't know. I wish, I really just wish, that I could get inside his head for a moment, just to see what I could do."
Resting in his bed, his mind still foggy under the anesthesia, the Freak's mind began to slowly awaken, bringing him back to a slightly elevated state of consciousness. With his vision and most of his mind starting to return, a realization started to come to him that he had survived his encounter with Rhonda, leaving him to give a few laughs.
His cause for celebration was only temporary, as there were other affairs on his mind that he wished to address. Guiding his attention back to his exposed toes, the Freak began intensely focusing on them, seeking to will his way back to using his numb body and limbs once again, all in a futile attempt to overcome his injuries.
With an unknown factor of the blood of a Spirit Master in his veins, the Freak continues on his task; his mind put to his foot.
"Wiggle your big toe." The Freak said.
Strong as his concentration was, the toe would not move from its idle state, leaving him growing frustrated.
"Wiggle your big toe." The Freak said.
His concentration continued on, hoping to feel any sort of sensation, a connection to any nerve in his foot.
"Wiggle your big toe." The Freak said.
He still persisted in his efforts, hoping that this would be the moment that he would gain progress, only to have nothing occurr.
A temptation to quit lurched near, but a sudden feeling in his unconscious urged him to try one last time, bringing his concentration back in place one last time.
"Wiggle your big toe." The Freak said.
And...
With one simple twitch, becoming two and three twitches, the Freak began moving his big toe.
As the National Guard continued to roll into the city, fighting back against the ground troops of 'Little' Nicky and securing Hillwood once again, news reports began to roll in regarding the affair, bringing updates as they arrived in. Huddling together in their base residing underneath Lloyd Manor, the Hillwood Heroes watch the reports as they come, getting a decent assessment of tonight's damages.
"This is Lisa Bartholomew with Channel 96. Earlier today, the streets of Hillwood were in absolute chaos as recently escaped crime boss 'Little' Nicky Russotti sent multiple armed criminals to the streets following his complete takeover of the city's local criminal factions. The reasoning behind this attack is unclear at the moment, but local police reports estimate that the ground attacks were a diversionary tactic in an attempt to distract the Hillwood Heroes so that he could abduct Thaddeus Gammelthorpe, known to the country as its first official supervillain 'The Freak', as an attempt to gain revenge against him for the murder of his son, 'Big' Gino Russotti. The reports note that a group of 6 unidentified armed men had entered the Hillwood Home for the Emotionally troubled to abduct the supervillain, but were all killed by an unknown female assailant, described by the staff as a 'she-devil with blue eyes'. The unknown assailant was also fended off by the Green Eye, but not before she had attacked Gammelthorpe herself. After emergency services arrived at the scene, Thaddeus Gammelthorpe was rushed straight to surgery, where controversial Dr. Ryan Yuzna is conducting an experimental procedure to mend the injuries to his spine and nervous system, which have suffered abuse from the assailant as well as having been shattered upon impact following the first battle between him and the Green Eye a year ago. If left unchecked, Gammelthorpe's injuries would spell his death, but there are many voices in Hillwood who would prefer to see his death rather than his salvation. Whatever the consensus may be on the procedure, the outcome of it is still to be seen. I'm Lisa Bartholomew, here's Tom with the weather." The TV feed said.
As the news report switched to give out weather readings for the week, the Hillwood Heroes turned to one another to question the report further, reflecting on the information given. Knowing firsthand the damage that the Freak had done to the city, hearing of this procedure was a surprise, and not one they took easily.
The Green Eye was the one to take this news the hardest, still trying his best to make out his own feelings towards the issue. Lost in his own thoughts, he remained silent to the others; his voice lying inwards to him and him alone. Although he tries to keep to himself, another pries to find that voice and hear its thoughts.
That person is G-Funk, wishing to hear his best friend's thoughts on the matter.
"Hey Arnold. You holdin' up?" G-Funk asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, fine, Gerald. Thanks." Green Eye said.
"Crazy stuff now, huh? The Freak getting a back surgery? I know it's not a big possibility, but, you don't think it's possible he'd... uh... you know... come back?"
The very mention of that possibility made the Green Eye's skin crawl, fearing the day he would have to face against such a monster once again.
"Oh, Jesus, Gerald, please don't even joke like that. You know what that man almost did to Helga." Green Eye said.
"Ooh, yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I know you get touchy about that stuff, I would be, too. Listen, don't worry so much about it. I mean, the dude's paralyzed. There's no way he's coming back now. What's he gonna do, heal his spine?" G-Funk asked.
"I know, I know, I'm just... You know."
"Yeah, yeah. Listen, I wanted to ask you something. I don't know if this might be a good time for you, but... Well, you remember that talk we had about me and Pheebs leavin'?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've really been thinking about it. Phoebe was really insistent that we get out of here for our futures, and... well, seeing all this crazy shit go down, I don't know if we can do this much longer. I know you really needed our help, but, the National Guard's involved at this point. They'll get Nicky and put him back behind bars again. I was thinking that, well, now might be a good as time as ever to leave."
The words let loose from G-Funk's mouth led the Green Eye to go silent once again; his mind flooded in thought.
"Look, man, I don't like this anymore than you do, but I'm concerned for Pheebs. I love her, man. I've always loved her. And I don't want something to happen to her. I mean, you know what almost happened to Helga, I don't... I don't want that to happen to me. You know what I'm sayin'? I'm sorry if this is sounding kinda-" G-Funk began to say.
"No, no. You've got a point, and you're right. You and Phoebe have your own lives. I don't want to hold you back. I'm sure we'll be fine on our own." Green Eye said.
"Really? You mean it?"
"I do. You're my best friend, and that means I shouldn't have to twist your arm when you want to live your own life. I know how much you and Phoebe meant to each other. You deserve the best. Matter of fact, I need to call Helga myself. Since the government's stepping in, not only should we have less to do, but she can get back safely. I really need to talk to her."
"Oh, yeah? About what? You were soundin' kinda... well, you sounded real guilty when we were headin' out to kick some bad guy butt. Somethin' wrong?"
The Green Eye took a deep breath and let it out, taking his time to think of the best way to answer his friend's question.
"Let's just say I've been keeping secrets I shouldn't have, and I need to tell her. I'll work it out, trust me." Green Eye said.
"Okay, man. Listen, I know we're still doin' our own thing, but me and Pheebs ain't done with the superhero stuff for a long, long time. You need some help, you just give us a call." G-Funk said.
G-Funk extended his fist and thumb towards the Green Eye, prompting a familiar handshake.
Elsewhere, at Hillwood General Hospital, the Freak continued on his newfound progress on reanimating his paralyzed body. What began for a simple wiggling of the toe for the Freak soon turned into his whole foot now being movable, allowing him to move and wiggle all the toes on his right foot.
Finally regaining the movement in his foot once again, the Freak began laughing in joy, gaining progress on a long, hard journey that had brought him here at last.
But his laughter does not last. Now, with the blood of the Spirit Master beginning to flow in his veins, there is much more in store for him on this night. Where Arnold's journey towards becoming a Spirit Master had led him on a dreamlike state to remind him of his passions as a person, what awaits the Freak is a psychosexual nightmare unlike any he has ever had before.
Instead, there was laughter coming from someplace else, leading him to grow silent in confusion. This laughter seemed to sound more like a child in the midst of playing; a laughter of joy and innocence. Looking around the room for where this strange laughter was coming from, the Freak found that the oddities he was facing were only just beginning on this night.
Looking to his sides, he discovered that his body cast was not only completely gone, but his arms and legs were all mobile, and able to feel once again. The sudden return of the feeling of touch led him to grip against his pillow and bed to feel its softness once again, but, with this laughter continuing, there was no time for such a playful act.
Averting his attention to the side of his bed, he noticed that 3 small toys were climbing their way up the bed, soon discovered to be the source of the laughter. One toy was an anthropomorphic ice cream truck, one an army action figure, and the last a small figurine of the Virgin Mary. They seemed to march up on the bed in a most playful manner, not seeming to mind the presence of the Freak laying on it.
With a sinister sneer on his face, the Freak reached out to grab the 3 toys, but, upon opening his hand, found that they were nowhere to be seen, as if they had disappeared in an instant. Looking to the sounds of footsteps exiting the room, the Freak saw the toys all grow to giant-size, all walking down the hallway out of his room.
Feeling the urge to follow them on, the Freak jumped out of his bed, instantly running off to catch them. When stepping through the doorway, he quickly found himself to be walking in a pitch black area with no source of light, and the doorway he had just come from long gone.
Without any sense of direction, the Freak can think of nothing to do but move forward.
Walking through this black abyss of nothing, he soon encountered the smells of cooking meat, bringing hunger to his stomach and driving him to follow the smell to its origin. What he expected to find was a simple street eatery, perhaps some kind of hot dog stand or a backyard barbeque, but this was far from the case.
In front of him was a small bodega attended by a tall, slender man in a white uniform, smiling with a pair of bloodshot eyes staring right back at the Freak. Though the recognition was long in the making in his mind, he eventually found the connection of where he recognized this man.
"Wait a minute... you're that ice cream guy, right?" The Freak asked.
"That's right. The Jolly Olly man. That's me. Don't be expecting any ice cream this time around, though; I've ventured into... a different food department." The man said.
"Oh, yeah? And what would that be?"
"I've got a... 'kids menu' right here."
The Jolly Olly man pointed to a menu listed as a 'kids menu' posted next to him on the stand, prompting the Freak to read it. Expecting only to find listings for common food items like hot dogs or hamburgers, what he finds in its place instead is a far cry from the norms of human culinary arts.
The menu read several items of foodstuffs made of human parts, listing them all to see as 'fetus-kabobs', 'brain stew', 'intestine sausage', 'pancreas steak', 'nipple chips', 'stuffed and roasted stomach', 'fried foreskin rings', 'testicle nuggets', 'roasted arms and legs', and 'ovary chili', just to name some items listed. What brought the most concern to the Freak, however, was the note just below the menu, understanding now the name of a 'kids' menu:
'All ingredients are freshly harvested from real human children'.
[Soundtrack Cue: Pantera - Slaughtered]
Looking back to the Jolly Olly man, the Freak stepped back in surprise as he was drastically changed in appearance; his slim and weak build replaced with that of a morbidly obese man, and his clothes covered in blood and vomit. More concerning was the sight of a half-eaten baby resting in his mouth, letting out its last gurgles of life in a death rattle and its bodily fluids running down the Jolly Olly man's laughing and crying face.
Driving one last bite into the body, the Jolly Olly man split the baby in half, gulping down what organs and bones he bit at down his throat. Tears continued to fall down his eyes as laughter left his mouth, bringing out the most basic survival instincts in the Freak, leading him to back away.
Suddenly, the Jolly Olly's laughs came to a cease, the sounds of his stomach growling loudly filling the air. Beginning to churn in on itself, his bloated gut began to compress in on itself, leading him to groan in pain. Not sure what would come next for the man, the Freak continued to stay away, watching what would become of him next.
Then, he found out. The Jolly Olly man began defecating himself right in front of the Freak; his excrement filled with the bones of many dead children and the half-digested corpses of others, all flopping around with what remained of their bodies and gasping for breath. The sight was appalling to the Freak, but it was not the end of this vision.
The Jolly Olly man continued defecating, but, as he did so, his large gut began to shrink back down to normal size. Many more bones and remnants of bodies continued to flow from his bowels, all coated with bile and feces as they plopped onto the floor. But this was still not the end.
Next, the Jolly Olly man's body began collapsing in on itself; his gut sucking in and down to his bones, showing no signs of his internal organs. Instead, his own organs were defecated on the ground. His eyeballs, tongue, and brain all soon followed through, leaving his body nothing but an empty skeleton with its skin withering away.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Unable to focus himself to do anything else but flee, the Freak began running as far away from the decaying Jolly Olly man as quickly as possible, seeking shelter from the insane man, wherever it may lie. Running back into the strange, dark abyss that he was led into, he kept running once again for a place of shelter.
What he finds next he cannot describe as shelter, but, at least some place far away from the other grizzly sight he had abandoned. The world around him turned to a grayscale image, everything around him black and white, but this bizarre fact was trumped with what he saw next.
[Soundtrack Cue: Tool - Die Eier Von Satan]
Standing before him was a crowd of people cheering at a podium, all excitedly listening to what this speaker had to say. Walking through the crowd to get a closer look at the speaker, the Freak finally gained what he sought after with a sight of a tall, muscular man shouting angry words at his audience, recognizing this man as a school bully from past named Wolfgang.
"Wolfgang?" The Freak asked.
His recognition of Wolfgang was just barely made out, as the man standing before him behaved much differently than how he had remembered the Wolfgang he knew. This Wolfgang was not only dressed in a full S.S. uniform, and not only shouting his speech in German, but was also being anally accosted by Adolf Hitler from behind, while Hitler was manually stimulating him during the speech.
"[Yes, that's it. Keep going, Wolfgang. You're doing your daddy well.]" Hitler said.
"Der weiße Mann wurde lange genug von den Untermenschen in Amerika festgehalten! Es ist Zeit, dieses Land von den Minderheiten zurückzunehmen, die uns auseinander reißen! Es ist Zeit für den Weißen, zurückzugewinnen, was rechtmäßig ist, was immer sein war, und sich von niemandem wegnehmen zu lassen! Es ist Zeit, Amerika wieder großartig zu machen!" Wolfgang shouted.
Concluding the end of his speech, Wolfgang ejaculated towards the crowd, but the semen did not seem to land on any of the audience. Instead, it began coating the Freak's view of the world; this grayscale view of his surroundings beginning to turn white with the stain.
As he had reached his orgasm, Hitler had disappeared from the stage, and Wolfgang's head had fallen right off his head, rolling on the ground as his decapitated body raised a Nazi salute. Still seeming to be sentient, Wolfgang shouted one last order to the crowd.
"Malen Sie diese Welt weiß, meine Brüder!" Wolfgang's head said.
Taking cue from Wolfgang, the crowd all began furiously masturbating, all while shouting cheers in German and throwing their fists in the air. The sight of the raging crowd all joined together in a bukkake of bigotry led the Freak to once again move away from the bizarre sight laid before him, moving away from any more projectiles that would come his way.
One by one, the crowd members came to orgasm, ejaculation after ejaculation coming the way of the Freak. Just as before, the fluids had not reached him nor each other, but instead towards his view of his surroundings, all becoming stained white. The coming of this whiteout continued on and on with each member of the crowd releasing their orgasms, all shooting onto his eyesight.
Unable to stand this sight any longer, the Freak covered his eyes, hoping in a childlike motion that this sight would be gone.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Upon finally removing his hands from his eyes, his wish to be gone from this sight was granted. Now, he found himself before another new location, but not one with any signs of people. Instead, he stood in front of a church; no one else appearing to be around him or any traces of life near.
Seeking what might be laying inside the church, the Freak stepped inside, pushing open a pair of large, wooden doors to enter the building. Upon stepping inside, he found that his feet were submerged in a liquid substance, leading him to look down to a pool of opaque, yellowish-white liquid below him. Dipping his hand in and scooping it up to his face, the Freak identified it as milk.
Continuing his way down the aisles down to the altar, the Freak had one last individual come into his view. This individual was a young woman about his age, with a head full of red hair running down her back and shoulders. Taking interest in this individual, the Freak stepped closer to her.
The young woman appeared to be kneeling down in front of a cross with a depiction of Jesus on it, but, upon closer inspection, her actions towards the crucifix were much different than prayer. In her hands was her own heart, with a cut wound across her chest to prove it, and she was using her heart to manually stimulate the image of Jesus to inseminate her organ, like a makeshift fleshlight.
Despite her enthusiastic efforts, Jesus' member was limp, leaving no chance that she would acquire his seed to fill her heart. However, when taking notice of the Freak standing behind her, the woman stood up, holding the heart in her hand and looking straight at him; her eyes seeming to desire something of him.
With a good view of her face, the Freak finally recognized this individual as Lila Sawyer, the 'new girl' that everyone had taken a liking to at school. Though never paying much attention to her before, the sight of seeing her dressed in nothing but a necklace of a cross and a white stole running down her sides, the accessories seeming to draw more attention to her breasts, both leaking milk onto the ground, the Freak, too, began to desire something of her.
Laying a gentle hand upon the Freak, Lila slowly kneeled down before him, stroking his organ so that it would reach erection. Such an action led him to full attention almost instantly; whether it be by her soft hands doing the work or just the simple feeling of feeling his sexual organs once again.
Taking her heart in hand, Lila guided the Freak's member into it, engulfing his tool in a warm and wet cushioning; an environment more than enough to simulate him to orgasm. The first feeling of stimulation to his reproductive system after a year of no feeling in his body at all nearly led the Freak to orgasm right on the spot, loudly groaning loudly under the feeling.
Within mere seconds, the Freak had released a large load into the heart, causing it to overflow with blood and semen dripping onto the floor. Removing it from his organ, Lila placed her inseminated heart back into her chest, shoving her arm through her open chest wound to replace it. When finally placing her heart back in place, the wound closed itself up.
[Soundtrack Cue: Peter Gabriel - The Feeling Begins]
Still desiring more from the Freak, Lila led him to the floor, leaving him lying on top of her. Following her guidance, he positioned himself atop her body, combining their flesh together as one. Eager to continue this feeling granted to him once again, the Freak began thrusting in and out of Lila vigorously, leaving her to shout and moan with each movement.
Though purely enjoying the physical portion of this act, a strange notion began to come over his mind. His first time in any sexual experience was taken by force; gained by raping Rhonda. Here, the act was purely consensual, with Lila clearly wanting him for herself. The thought of merely being desired was a bizarre feeling to have for the first time, but, for now, all he can think about is to keep thrusting.
However, there suddenly came something that stopped him in his act. Where Lila's walls loosely engulfed him and only lightly gripped at him, there was something here that gripped at his member and clenched down on it, something that did not feel like her womb.
Upon pulling out from pure instinct, he found that a hand was protruding from Lila's opening, and it was grasping around his own shaft. Pulling back against the hand, the Freak freed himself from its grasp, but soon found that its influence here was far from over.
Lila's belly began to expand, first simply appearing to be pregnant, but the skin soon expanded far beyond the reach of what a pregnant woman would appear to have, indicating something different was occurring here. The act of her stomach expanding brought Lila a great sense of pain; her flesh and muscles tearing and bones snapping under the pressure.
After many moments of this disgusting growth happening, her belly burst open in a vicious explosion, sending chunks of her womb flying into the milk-flooded floor. The sight enough was enough to frighten the Freak, but what stood in place of the splattered belly was someone he did not expect to see.
Standing on the open corpse of Lila Sawyer was Arnold Shortman, standing alone atop her womb, bloodied and naked from this strange birth he was forced through. Stepping out of her body and into the milk pool, Arnold began walking towards the Freak with his glowing green eyes starting to pierce right into him.
Trying to escape from the approaching Arnold, the Freak began wading his way through the milk to reach the church doors; the milk seeming to grow thicker and harder to wade through with each step. Eventually, the Freak tried his hand at swimming through the milk, hoping to reach the doors.
Just before he could reach the doors, however, rising from the milk was another form of Arnold, evidenced to be him by his glowing green eyes as well. Looking back from where he first fled, not only had the first Arnold still remained, but multiple Arnolds began rising from the milk and approaching him as well.
As the Arnolds surrounded him, all reaching their open hands towards him, the Freak began sinking into the milk, screaming for help as he began falling below the floor. Submerged in a sea of milk with his eyesight leaving him under this dark abyss, the Freak began drowning in this fluids, feeling it fill his lungs.
With nowhere else to go, all he can do is scream in his liquid grave.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Though the Freak's mind is stuck in a strange hell concocted by his own imagination, his body still feels the stress of that his nightmare has put him under, elevating his heart rate and breathing to rates that would cause any other man to pass out. Tossing and turning his head back and forth, he desperately awaits for the nightmare to come to an end.
With the effects of the Spirit Master taking place, the injuries to his body began to heal themselves, all driven by his willpower to live. The damage to his spine, though aided by the work of Dr. Yuzna was brought to completion with his new healing powers. His muscles began to expand from their atrophied state to that of an athlete's, granting him his strength back.
Most importantly, his mind was expanded to sense and feel the thoughts, emotions, and desires of every man, woman, and child within the city, living their lives as they did. The overwhelming sense of hearing their minds was far too much to take in for the Freak, causing him severe mental anguish.
Unable to do anything else as his body repaired itself, the Freak began to scream.
Back at the Hillwood Heroes' base...
Extending his hand to G-Funk's as he offered it, the Green Eye shared their special handshake once again, a sign that their friendship still remained strong between each other. Though this separation between the two would be a trial on their friendship, they were both more than willing to work through the challenges, and proud of each other for how far in life they had both come.
"Will do, Gerald. I'll let you know if-" Green Eye began to say.
Before able to finish his sentence, the Green Eye felt the sense that another Spirit Master was coming into existence, a possibility that could not be true in his mind.
"Arnold? Hey Arnold, what's wrong?" G-Funk asked.
Unable to answer G-Funk's question right away, the Green Eye rushed straight to Valiance with one of his own, grabbing him in panic to get his attention.
"Valiance! Did you destroy all my blood samples?!" Green Eye shouted.
"What? Of course I did." Valiance said.
"All of them?! Every single one?!"
"I saw to it myself."
"Are you sure?!"
"Hey, what's the problem, Arnold?" G-Funk asked.
"I feel it again, the same feeling I got when Rhonda and all those other people came back to life. I shouldn't be feeling that, there's no way that-"
Remembering a split-second flashback in his mind during his first encounter with Rhonda, the Green Eye remembered watching her take a sample of his blood before her departure, giving him a clue as to who would have gained it next. However, that clue only led to more questions, none of which had a viable answer yet.
"No, no, that doesn't make sense. I don't understand why she would..." Green Eye trailed.
"Do what? Who? What are you talking about?" Valiance asked.
"When Rhonda came back, she took a sample of my blood with her. If you destroyed the rest of the samples, that's the only way there could be another Spirit Master. But I don't understand, who could she have possibly-"
Upon remembering the last views into Rhonda's mind, the Green Eye remembered that there was a recurring thought regarding the Freak, regarding how she wished him to suffer. She wished for him to suffer like she was suffering. And, in the Green Eye's mind, with a look of horror on his face, he slowly realized...
"Oh. Oh, no. Not him. Not him." Green Eye said.
As the Freak continued to scream in his room, his shouts were heard across the halls of Hillwood General Hospital, gaining the attention of those conversing in the adjacent conference room. Hearing the wails of their patient come to their ears, both Dr. Scott and Dr. Yuzna recognized that something was wrong with the Freak, leading both to look at each other in concern, then both bolt straight to his room.
"Yuzna, you son of a bitch, if anything happens to Curly, I'll kill you myself!" Dr. Scott said.
"You can blame me when we know what you're blaming me for." Dr. Yuzna said.
The doctors and hospital staff both reached the Freak's room, rushing straight to the patient to inspect him. Under his many cries of pain under the agony his body was put under, the staff were all baffled as to what even to make of his condition; nothing seeming clear for the patient.
Trying to keep the physicians under work, Dr. Scott was pushed away, leaving him only to watch the others go to work, but quickly fought to get his way back in.
"Get the hell out of my way! That's my patient! I'm responsible for-" Dr. Scott tried to say.
Finally, waking from his nightmare, the Freak's eyes shot open, with a surge of energy pulsing straight through his body. Utilizing this newfound energy, he busted straight through the body cast enclosing him with pure brute strength, launching himself off the bed and landing kneeling right in front of it.
Slowly rising up from the ground, the doctors and staff all stared at the revived Freak in pure shock and awe; none knowing what to say to help them comprehend this situation. To them, this is uncharted territory of human history, and they are but the first adventurers to set foot on this road.
Dr. Yuzna, out of the others, found a reaction for himself to make of this situation; a smile coming to his face from his handiwork paying off.
I did it... I actually did it. Nobel Peace Prize, here I come. Dr. Yuzna thought.
Giving his neck a crack, the Freak raised his head up to the ceiling, allowing himself to feel all sensation return to his body, and plenty of new sensations with this new power running through him as well. Closing his eyes to indulge himself further, the Freak felt himself connected with the city of Hillwood once again, and more than ready to inflict his own poison onto it.
Upon opening his eyes again, they seemed to glow with a green light.
"Hey Arnold..." The Freak said.
[Soundtrack Cue: Green Jellÿ - Carnage Rules]