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.

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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.

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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