Chapter Glue: Blue 2

Chris, my son… Chris opened his eyes. Before him he saw his loving father with angel wings and a halo.

"Father… I can't beat your rival. He is too strong," whimpered Chris, still unable to release any more tears.

"This is not how Tanaka raised you, my son…" said Nelson. "You must review your emotions and strike back with the pure intensity of your unique innards."

"I don't understand, Pappy!" screamed Chris. "Give me a stinkin' sign!"

Nelson pointed his finger powerfully. "You are the power, Chris. It's been in you this whole time. Don't let this great strength be forgotten on the curb of insolence…"

Just then, Chris's eyes snapped open. He realised it all. He knew what to do. He was ready for anything.

Dale was still cranking the crank and getting greener than the Hulk who stole Christmas.

Chris stepped one foot forward. His left arm with the corn-sized wound was too damaged to move, but he still had the other.

"You will not take this city…" Chris seethed.

Dale adjusted his gaze with questioning surprise.

Chris's Blue Morpho reignited. "You will not… WIN!"

Chris then screamed the shrillest cry of all time. All of the lampposts started to shatter and the building windows broke into microscopic shards. Birds with hearts of glass even went into cardiac arrest.

"That shrillness!" Dale shouted, putting on some noise-cancelling headphones. The sonic vibrations tore the headphones to shreds as well. "What in the world is this power? Is he even human?"

"I am not human! I am Thorndyke!" With that, Chris howled one last bellow of death and blasted Dale with a pressurised pump of tears from his right hand.

Dale panicked and launched his salsa verde from his gullet. The two blasts met head-on, but one was obviously stronger than the other.

"MY SALSA!" Dale shrieked.

Dale… said a voice.

Dale's eye began to water. "Master?"

A spiritual hand reached out from behind and touched Dale on the shoulder. Dale's face was a full-on teary mess now. With a wince, he yielded to the tear blast.

"Master, I… I was wrong…" Dale sobbed as he flew in the air in slow-motion.

A wise old turtle man smiled. "Dale, you didn't fail. You learned. And that's all I ever really wanted…"

Dale closed his eyes. A smile slowly crept its way to his face; the first smile he had truly smiled in years. "Master, I hope you are finally pleased… with me…"

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