"Now, there's one thing I need you to do for me," told the bat-winged figure.
"What is it?" questioned Andy.
"Wake up!" yelled the figure, and with that Andy opened his eyes to the image of another man standing above him. Andy quickly backed away after a quick look around to notice that he was still in the room with the statues in it.
"Fear not, for my intention is not to harm you," spoke the figure, an African American male.
"Who are you?" asked Andy.
"Me, I am the maker of the statues."
"Wait, these statues? How do you know what me and all these people look like?" Upon finishing his sentence, Andy remembered his dream and lifted up his shirt, and to his relief there were only four arms there. He then thought about his dream for a few moments and tried to determine how much of it was true. He then realized that the man in front of him was lying about the statues. He didn't know how, but he knew that he was lying.
"I've met you all before." Again, Andy knew he was lying.
"Why do lie to me?" demanded Andy.
"I'm not lying." Hearing again another lie, Andy walked away, realizing that trying to get this man not to lie was not worth his time. Suddenly, he was thrown to the ground. He turned around to see the man with fiery pebbles in his hands.
"Our conversation wasn't finished," he answered.
...
Dreadnaught was carrying his prize inside of his fortress, which looked much more like a castle, when suddenly Shannon woke up and pushed off of him, knocking him down.
"A little fight in you, as well, huh?" Dreadnaught spoke quite manically. Shannon ran at him and pushed him to the ground, which he hit hard.
"Just leave me alone, you creep!" she screamed.
"Creep? Yes. Alone? No." Dreadnaught replied. He took out his two swords that he had been wearing on his back. Shannon knew she couldn't beat him if he had two swords, but she also knew that he wanted her alive. She looked behind her and saw a sand trap and stepped on it. Sand shot up in the air, some getting in Dreadnaught's eyes, giving Shannon the opportunity she needed. She bolted, running as fast as she could, only looking back once to see that he wasn't chasing her. She thought that she was home free, but suddenly she didn't feel quite right. Then she looked at her hands. She realized that she was dehydrated as she had been running for several minutes and had had a skirmish, all in the middle of the desert. Come to think of it, she had been severly thirsty. She then collapsed, unable to stay conscious.
"A little fight in you, as well, huh?" Dreadnaught spoke quite manically. Shannon ran at him and pushed him to the ground, which he hit hard.
"Just leave me alone, you creep!" she screamed.
"Creep? Yes. Alone? No." Dreadnaught replied. He took out his two swords that he had been wearing on his back. Shannon knew she couldn't beat him if he had two swords, but she also knew that he wanted her alive. She looked behind her and saw a sand trap and stepped on it. Sand shot up in the air, some getting in Dreadnaught's eyes, giving Shannon the opportunity she needed. She bolted, running as fast as she could, only looking back once to see that he wasn't chasing her. She thought that she was home free, but suddenly she didn't feel quite right. Then she looked at her hands. She realized that she was dehydrated as she had been running for several minutes and had had a skirmish, all in the middle of the desert. Come to think of it, she had been severly thirsty. She then collapsed, unable to stay conscious.
...
Jeremiah Midas and Zac were flying, trying to determine how to find Andy Martin. "Where do we start?" asked Jeremiah.
"First, let's go down to that diner and get some food," answered Zac. They Zac flew down to it, and Jeremiah covered his entire body, so that nobody could see that he was made of gold. When they went in there was a detective asking questions there.
"Sorry, no customers right now," told the clerk.
"What's going on?" asked Zac.
"A hostess was kidnapped from here a couple of nights ago," replied the detective, "They say that some monster took her. But, unless you have any information about the case, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Zac and Jeremiah walked out the door to find Liberator himself starring them in the face.
"Hello Jeremiah," he said nonchalantly. Jeremiah grabbed Zac and held tightly before answering.
"If you take me, you take him too."
"That can be arranged," cynically replied Liberator and in an instant the two were gone.
"First, let's go down to that diner and get some food," answered Zac. They Zac flew down to it, and Jeremiah covered his entire body, so that nobody could see that he was made of gold. When they went in there was a detective asking questions there.
"Sorry, no customers right now," told the clerk.
"What's going on?" asked Zac.
"A hostess was kidnapped from here a couple of nights ago," replied the detective, "They say that some monster took her. But, unless you have any information about the case, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Zac and Jeremiah walked out the door to find Liberator himself starring them in the face.
"Hello Jeremiah," he said nonchalantly. Jeremiah grabbed Zac and held tightly before answering.
"If you take me, you take him too."
"That can be arranged," cynically replied Liberator and in an instant the two were gone.
...
In a hotel room, with the exact location disclosed, a hostess, with blue skin, wakes up and begins to leave, then, upon remembering what had happened the last time she woke up, stopped.
"That's right, don't go anywhere," The Liberator approached her with a sly aura around him.
"What the hell did you do to me?" fiercly demanded the young woman.
"I gave you life, the way it is supposed to be lived. Well, not technically me, but I did pick you out. Dr. Moriarty gave you life, and my minion kidnapped you. Now, you have the ability to do great things, Carrol. Join with us, no, join with me, and together we can make an army."
"Maybe I should just end your life right here," shot Carrol, again with intensity. She wrapped her hand around Liberator's neck, and fire started to come down her arm, from the shoulder and down until it was almost touching his neck.
"You were lonely and sick, contemplating suicide; I gave you a reason to live." She looked at The Liberator squarely in the eyes for several seconds, before releasing him. He coughed a few times, but ultimately regained his composure. "That's a good girl. Now come with me and meet the rest of the family." Andy lead her away by the hand.
"That's right, don't go anywhere," The Liberator approached her with a sly aura around him.
"What the hell did you do to me?" fiercly demanded the young woman.
"I gave you life, the way it is supposed to be lived. Well, not technically me, but I did pick you out. Dr. Moriarty gave you life, and my minion kidnapped you. Now, you have the ability to do great things, Carrol. Join with us, no, join with me, and together we can make an army."
"Maybe I should just end your life right here," shot Carrol, again with intensity. She wrapped her hand around Liberator's neck, and fire started to come down her arm, from the shoulder and down until it was almost touching his neck.
"You were lonely and sick, contemplating suicide; I gave you a reason to live." She looked at The Liberator squarely in the eyes for several seconds, before releasing him. He coughed a few times, but ultimately regained his composure. "That's a good girl. Now come with me and meet the rest of the family." Andy lead her away by the hand.
...
"You don't want to do this," spoke Andy to the man with the fiery pebbles in his hands.
"No, I do!" he shouted and he hurled one at Andy that struck him in the leg, knocking Andy to the ground.
"What is wrong with you?" yelled Andy as he he screamed in pain.
"Call me neurotic, or call me bored with power, either way, you'd be right." He threw another one on a collision course with Andy's head, but when it got close it dissolved and fell away. "What the hell?" asked the man, and he threw another one, but it too dissolved. It was then that Courtney stepped forward and, motioning towards the man with her hand, all of the stones in his hand dissolved.
"Thank you, Courtney," thanked Andy, "I can take him from here." But before he could even get up, Courtney started to dissolve the man, first his nails and hair left, as he let out an agonizing scream, and then his fingers fell away, and then his all of his body dissolved and nothing at all was left of him.
~Good Luck and Good Eats
"No, I do!" he shouted and he hurled one at Andy that struck him in the leg, knocking Andy to the ground.
"What is wrong with you?" yelled Andy as he he screamed in pain.
"Call me neurotic, or call me bored with power, either way, you'd be right." He threw another one on a collision course with Andy's head, but when it got close it dissolved and fell away. "What the hell?" asked the man, and he threw another one, but it too dissolved. It was then that Courtney stepped forward and, motioning towards the man with her hand, all of the stones in his hand dissolved.
"Thank you, Courtney," thanked Andy, "I can take him from here." But before he could even get up, Courtney started to dissolve the man, first his nails and hair left, as he let out an agonizing scream, and then his fingers fell away, and then his all of his body dissolved and nothing at all was left of him.
~Good Luck and Good Eats
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