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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.