The Giant's Heroes-Issue 4

A week ago Andy's life was normal, he was going to work, and then coming home and going to church. Now, he finds himself fighting a city of werewolves with a bunch of animals on his side. The fight scene can be described as nothing less than, hectic. Andy watched as a moose hit a werewolf with its antlers, only to be hit by another one. Andy couldn't tell which side was winning, nor was he even positive of why the two sides were fighting. Finally, after knocking one of the smaller werewolves to the ground, Andy saw something that would give his side the edge: one of the werewolves began to turn back into humans. Then, slowly, they all began to, but then something even stranger happened.
The battle began to cease, as the werewolves began to turn back, Andy looked on in amazement. However, as they were turning, they would give out loud shrieks. Some of them died off once turning, others were bleeding, all were naked. Andy, wondering what was happening, asked the same cat from before, "What's going on?"
"The secret to defeating a werewolf is not simply killing it. You see werewolves can sustain much more damage than can normal humans, so as long as you damage them severely enough, then when they turn back, they will die. Unfortunately, they also heal themselves at a much faster rate than that of normal humans, so you would have to battle them all night, sustaining heavy casualties, as you can see we have. However, we have never been able to do this before you came. Now, not all of them will die, but all of them will be incapacitated for a while. Most of them will need medical attention."
"Unfortunately, so do I," replied Andy, collapsing to the ground.

...

"Where are we going?" Zane asked Zac who was flying him to civilization.
"Back to...something."
"No, no, we have to go to mid cave, we have to go," Zane said, struggling to get out of Zac's grasp. Finally, he succeeded, falling from Zac's arms very high up in the air. Zac immediately swooped down and picked him up.
"Fine we'll go to this, mid cave, but first, you have to explain to me who you are, and why the heck you're after Andy."

...

Brady had made it back to the Dr. Moriarty's office. The doctor was inside, and appeared to be waiting for him.
"So, you're back," spoke the doctor.
"Yeah, but not about me, about my friend, that you poisoned."
"I gave him something very similar to what I gave you, I don't know why it didn't work the same way. You got super powers, and he died. Some people have to die for the sake of science, that's just how it goes." Brady was looking through one of the walls of the office via his x-ray vision, and could see that there were machines and chemicals behind that wall that no ordinary doctor would have.
"Alright, Moriarty, I want to know what brand of perverse science you practice, and I want to know now." He picked up the doctor, "Lest you see first hand the affects of what you did to me."

...

Zane had just told Zac the direction of this mid cave. "Look," began Zane, "I used to be normal, I used to be stuck in a dead-end job. But The Liberator changed all that, one thing lead to another. It's hard to explain, but it will be easier once we get to mid cave. Let me just say this, it was The Liberator that trapped me in the body."

...

Andy was recovering from his wounds, with the help of his animal friends. He was well enough to walk, which is more than could be said for most of the townsfolk. It was weird, it was now a town run by animals, with convulsing, injured humans littered about. Some of the Animals were walking around also, and Andy wanted some explanations. He walked about the town, searching for one of the Animals to ask what the heck was going on. He found his friend the cat, being petted by a young girl.
"Please," started Andy, "What is going on?"

~Good Luck and Good Eats

The Giant's Heroes-Issue 3

Andy had just witnessed a man run out of his house, rip off his clothes, and transform into a werewolf. He started to see more people run out of their houses and behave similarly.
"Next time, I'm definitely listening to the cat," Andy said to himself. He began to back out of the city slowly, he didn't have anywhere in particular to go, just anywhere else would do. At first he was successful, but then he accidentally backed into one of the werewolves. Andy didn't know if he could communicate with it or not, seeing how he wasn't sure if it was human, animal, or something else entirely. "Sorry," spoke Andy, "didn't see you there. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be on my way." However, as Andy started to leave, the massive werewolf stepped in front of him. As Andy stepped to the side, so to did the werewolf. Andy looked around to see several werewolves had surrounded him.
"To think that you are going anywhere before we are through with you is foolish," spoke an especially menacing looking werewolf. "And once we're done with you, there won't be anything left to go anywhere."
"Wait," began Andy, "you're werewolves, but you can talk?"
"Of course," replied the same werewolf that Andy assumed to be the leader, "At least some of us can. Now, enough chatting, you look too delicious to resist." Andy immediately tore the other set of arms out of his shirt, and got ready to take on the werewolves, seeing no other options. One leapt at him, and Andy sidestepped, knocking that werewolf into another. Another one charged for Andy, but Andy was able to use his four arms to throw him aside. However, one swiped at Andy from behind, knocking him to the ground, and a few surrounded him.
"Enough of this!" called the leader, "I'm hungry."

...

Zac had just rescued what looked like a boy from under a boat in the middle of a dessert. "What do you need to tell me?" questioned Zac.
"Everything," the boy replied in a more manly voice than should be expected from a character such as this. "Let me start with my name: Zane, Zane Hollinder. I have dedicated the better half of my life to stopping one man: The Liberator."
"The who?" questioned Zac, taking the boy in his arms, and beginning to fly, as he needed to find his way back to civilization.
"The Liberator, codename Andy Martin. I have been-" but he was cut off by Zac.
"Andy Martin? I know Andy Martin. You're going to have to explain this to me."

...

Brady was talking to a few of his Navy buddies. He found his x-ray vision to be something that required a little, getting used to. One of his friends was talking about his recent visit to the doctor's office, motioning to the pills that the doctor had given him that he had taken not too long before the conversation started. Suddenly, the young man began to choke, and seemed to not be able to breathe. He started to seizure and soon fell, unconscious, and after taking his pulse, everybody discovered that he had been poisoned, and now lay dead. Everybody was freaking out, and, using his x-ray vision, Brady looked at the business card in his friend's shirt pocket to see that the name on it read 'Doctor Moriarty'. Brady then burned with rage and said to himself, "I think that it is time to pay that old doc a visit. He then grabbed his yellow lab coat and left.

...

Shannon was trying to get her barrings after waking up from a car crash that had knocked her out and sent her flying from the car. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't recognize anything. She began to walk, but tripped after walking just a few steps. After a minute of taking a few deep breaths and sitting down in the middle of the street, she realized that she was still in Glendora, near her church. She decided to walk there, hoping to find someone there to help fix her car. However, after taking a few more steps, she fell again, and her consciousness once again left her.

...

In a high-tech, scientific DNA altering facility at night, a man, with large bat wings coming off of his back, lands down from the roof. After getting up from the landing he looks around, sees that the alarm is still set, but also sees a security guard running towards him. The winged man opens his mouth and breathes a strange gas from it that comes into the security guards lungs and strips him of oxygen, suffocating him. The winged entity then turned towards a vat with a strange liquid inside, reached his hand in, and pulled out a strange vial of something. As the hand with the vial came out of the vat it was revealed to be very scarred and burnt, but as the figure looked at the vial, in a very low, very brooding voice said, "Finally, the pieces are in place."

...

Several werewolves were closing in on Andy, and he feared for the worst. As one jumped at him he tried to swat it away, but it scratched his face. He backed up against a wall, as four of the bigger werewolves closed in on him. He tried to read their faces, see which one of them was going to go in for the kill, but couldn't tell. Then, suddenly, the biggest one of the four jumped at him, and all Andy could do was brace for impact, but no impact came. Andy opened his eyes and looked up to see that a large grizzly bear had hit the werewolf in mid jump. Andy looked in the direction the grizzly had come from to see several bears, and various other animals, all behind the cat from the inn.
"I told you not to stay here," reminded the cat, "but I figured you wouldn't listen to me, so I brought in some reinforcements." Andy, bruised, scratched, and bleeding from already fighting the werewolves, stood up with renewed strength, and a much appreciated small army of fearsome animals. Right as a horse came by, Andy jumped on.
"Now it's a bit more fair," told Andy charging in along with the other animals.

The Giant's Heroes-Issue 2

Andy had been wandering around for days. After hitch-hiking out of San Diego, he found himself in a very small town. The town, from what he could tell, was only of about 150 people. He didn't know that any of those still existed, and he just wanted to go to the inn to rest for a few days. He walked into the inn, and met an innkeeper with a smile on her face, which was rare for him to see.
"Hi, how may I help you?" She had a kind voice, and he had high expectations for this particular place of rest.
"Uh, yeah, I just need a room here, for just one night."
"Alright, and would you like the grand suite, or just the basic?" The receptionist asked.
"You don't want a room here," called a voice. Andy looked over to the stairs and saw a cat coming down.
"Oh yes, my insanity," Andy said to himself.
"It's not insanity," replied the cat, "But to stay in this inn would be nothing less. Believe me. If you can talk to me, wait why can you talk to me?"
"Shhh," told the receptionist to the cat, as she just heard it meow.
"Why? Why don't I want a room here?" Andy asked the cat.
"You've been warned," the cat answered, and scurried off.
"So, what kind of room do you want?" finally spoke the receptionist once again.

...

Brady knew that he had to be getting back to the Navy base soon, but he also knew that the man who poisoned him couldn't have gotten far. It was nearing night, and he soon had to report for duty. He decided to start back towards the base, but on second thought headed to the nearest city. Maybe a doctor could find out how to offset the fact that he can only see in yellow. He hurried to the nearest doctor's office, and found it extremely fortunate that the doctor had no appointments at that particular time. Upon seeing the doctor, he explained everything.
"Hmmm," the doctor began after sitting for a moment. "I think that I need to take a tissue sample, and a tear sample from your eye." The doctor did that very thing, and he got out his microscope and viewed the up close. After several minutes, the doctor exclaimed, "Fascinating!"
"What is it asked Brady?"
"It appears that somehow the poison that this person gave you reacted with your cells in a very unusual way. Your cells now for some reason crave the color yellow. That is why you can only see in yellow, it is your brain telling your eye cells that everything is yellow, otherwise you would only see things that are yellow."
"Oh man, what can I do, doc?"
"Here," he handed Brady a yellow lab coat and a pair of yellow goggles.

...

Zac had discovered that his mystery item was nothing more than an overturned boat, but out in the dessert? He decided to fly down to it nonetheless. It wasn't very big, just a small fishing boat with the word "Cometh" on the side. It looked like there had been more written there at one point but it had been scratched off. Zac had realized that he didn't need the wings above his head to fly, as he now had some sort of natural propulsion system within his body. He figured that the boat was probably not worth his time, so he decided to fly off, when he suddenly heard a strange sound come from the boat that sounded like a human.
"Hello?" Zac called and surprisingly, he heard a reply.
"Please, I don't know who you are, but I'm stuck under here, help me please!" Zac knew he had to help, but didn't quite know how at first.
"Just sit tight," responded Zac. Upon first instinct, Zac looked around for anything that could help him rescue this guy, and seeing none, he flew up to get a better look. He didn't know how long the man had bee down there, and he knew that any delay might cost the man his life, so he flew immediately down to the boat and tried to lift it off of the man, but it was too heavy. He put his hands on the boat, and leaned against it, trying to think of something to do, when suddenly he felt a great deal of energy withing his body that wanted to come out, and he let it. Immediately, a force field shot out from his body, shattering the boat into a thousand pieces. "Cool," Zac said to himself. He looked down to the spot at which the boat was previously, and there lay a small boy, of probably ten years old, but the voice that he had heard was a man's voice.
"I have much to tell you, savior," spoke the boy, but in the voice of a man.

...

I want to create a training regiment for you," spoke the doctor at first to Brady, "to see how your cells react to those yellow clothes." Brady had put on the yellow sunglasses and lab coat, but he began to become suspicious of why the doctor had no appointments. The when Brady emerged from the changing room, the doctor threw a syringe at Brady, but from Brady's perspective the syringe seemed to be moving in slow-mo, so he easily caught it.
"Watch it," Brady warned the doctor.
"Enhanced reflexes, very nice," responded the doctor.
"And X-Ray vision," confessed Brady, "Look doc, I appreciate you doing this for me, but I really have to get back to work, may I keep these?" He motioned towards the glasses.
"Yes, and the coat, they're yours, as long as you do me one favor, just keep in touch." He handed Brady a business card. Brady looked at it; it said 'Doctor Moriarty', and listed the address and number of the doctor. Brady thought the name sounded vaguely familiar, but hustled back to the base.

...

Police respond to a burglary attempt at a local electronics store. By the time they get there, there is nobody inside, except for a few unconscious employees. The cops notice a door, that leads to possibly a storage closet or an addition to the store, ajar. One cop kicks it open, while another points his gun in to see a man with a trench coat on, carrying something under his arm.
"Drop the-thing- and put your hands in the air," a cop with a slight Australian accent said. The mystery figure immediately made a sweeping motion with his hand, and then let out a vicious scream. The cops covered their ears in agony and dropped their firearms, although one of the cops was able to get a shot off at the strange figure before the figure dropped his trench coat and flew away with strange, bat-like wings and a slight chuckle.

...

Andy was taking a slight stroll around the city, before making his decision as to take a night off from trying to get home, or take the advice of a cat. Andy saw a man come out of a local house and scream, before ripping his clothes off. Andy wandered what was going on with this man, and then saw that he had started to transform into a...

~Until next time: Good Luck and Good Eats

The Giant's Heroes-Issue I

Andy awoke lying face down. He felt something crawling on him, and out of instinct he routinely said, "Get off." The little rat scurried away. He felt different. Then it him as he got himself up using two arms, he still had two arms to use. "Ahhhh! What happened to me!?!" Immediately Andy started running and didn't stop until he was back at the place that this all had happened. But alas, all of the government agents were gone, and Andy saw no way of tracking them down. Looking at his shirt, with two huge holes in it where his arms had popped out, Andy could feel the desire for justice welling up within him. "I'll get them!" he yelled.

...

Brady didn't know what had just happened. He had to have been poisoned, or drugged. He stumbled outside, not knowing what was going on around him. One of his buddies ran up to him.
"You ok, Brady?" Then, after Brady had looked up at him he added, "Dude, what happened to your eyes-they're yellow?"
"What's wrong with you, you're yellow," replied Brady, "Wait a second, everything is yellow!" A bunch of Navy guys gathered around to see Brady and his new eyes. Brady, on the other hand, ran back into his house, got his wallet and left, to see if he could find the son of a gun that did this to him.

...

Andy pushed the lid off of the manhole cover that he had come to. There were no cars on the street, so he quickly put the lid back on and fan to the nearest sidewalk. It was night, and he figured the best place would go would be home, to get a coat to cover up his new...appendages. But where was home, and where was he? He saw a passerby. "Hey, bro, do you know what city this is?" What Andy didn't realize is that he had four arms, stunk of the sewer, and was dripping wet.
"Get away from me, you freak," the man replied and ran away. Andy frowned but ultimately could do nothing about it. Then he noticed a blind man and his dog walking on the other side of the street. Andy knew this was his chance, as a blind man would only hear his voice and not see his extra arms. Andy quickly crossed the street and nearly shouted to the man, "Hey, do you know what city we're in?"
"Irwindale," the man replied, and then snickered. Somehow, he didn't know how, but Andy knew that this guy was lying. It was more than just a hunch; it was a certainty.
"You're lying, we're not in Irwindale."
"Yes, yes, we ARE in Irwindale," replied the man and he snickered again. The man's dog barked, signaling him to stop walking, as it was his guide dog. The dog barked twice more, however Andy heard much more than a bark.
"Sorry," he heard, "my walker is a bit of a jerk, especially for being blind. We are in San Diego. By the way, why do you have two extra arms? You are human, right?" Andy found it odd that the dog was speaking to him, but he found it even more strange that the dog didn't find it strange that he could understand.
"I'm not sure," he responded to the dog.
"What?" the blind man asked.
"Nothing," replied Andy, and he left, intent on at least getting home.

...

Zac awoke in a strange field, unaware of where he was or how he got there. The last thing that he remembered was trying that bizarre dish, and now, he was here. He looked around, turned around, and saw nothing for miles. He saw something that might possibly be something a few miles south, and he jumped to get a better look. He didn't see it any better, however he did notice that he never hit the ground: he was floating. He tried to go higher, and slowly he could, and slowly he realized what was happening: he was flying. Then he realized how, also; he felt above his ears to realize that he had tiny, albeit capable of flight, wings. He was ecstatic, and he decided to fly right towards that mystery something that he had seen earlier. His life just got exciting.

...

It is still nighttime, there is still darkness. In an unknown location an innocent woman walks down the street, alone, after working a late shift at a restaurant. A man approaches her, but she keeps walking. He grabd her and pulls her purse off of her arm. Before she has time he to even let out a screech, he gives her a hard jab to the mouth and she falls on her face, unconscious. He then slips off the trench coat he had on to reveal two large, bat-like wings which he uses to fly away with his catch. A thin smile spreads across his face as he flies, and an even slighter chuckle can be heard, however not to anyone on the ground. He flies with great precision, but where he is flying to, that is unknown.

...

Andy knows not what to do. Before he has time to decide anything however, he sees something fly overhead and watches its trajectory. Too big to be any bird, Andy knows what that means, or at least assumes he does. "They've made more of me," he says to nobody in particular. "I must stop them before they wreak any more destruction." He then sets off, intent on employing justice to whomever did this to him.

~ To be continued next issue. Oh yeah, good luck and good eats.