Cdm Chapter 20 part 1

Chapter 1

Deathmask and his newly formed crew had been destroying the power generator in the northern sector of a Ibor metropolis, when they found themselves with in a deadly trap. There were now in a room with a deadly bomb! They had no time to escape before the bomb had went off. What has happened to this motley crew? Are they dead? Let’s turn back time, right before the bomb had gone off.

The group was frozen in time as Mr Big punched an enormous hole in the reinforced metal floor and shoved all the other men inside the hole. The bomb then went off with Joe facing the direction of the blast. Joe was not afraid to die, since he knew that he would go to be with family in paradise. He was vaporized with a blast greater than a ten megaton nuclear bomb.

The scene clears and it reveals something truly sad.

There was mere ashes where Joe had just been. He was dead, due to the concentrated force of the blast. The bomb was designed to only effect the designated area and nothing more. This was the secreting weapon of the Ibor military: the Hughart bomb. Joe was one of the Ibor faction’s first guinea

pigs. It was a sick honor for the former champion to had obtained.

Mr Big was a man of valor and gave his life to protect the lives of his friends, despite knowing most of them for a very short amount of time. He had freely shown them the greatest sign of love, that was to die freely for your friends. He followed the example that his Lord, which had carried all those thousands of years ago. Plus, he had fulfilled his obligation to all the training that he had received under Coach J. Joe was a great athlete and as well a genetic freak, but he still learned everything about his former professions from the old trainer. But how would Joe’s family would take to the news of his passing?

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Back at Joe’s home, Bertha and Grandma had broke out in an outpouring of tears. Luckily the

children of Bertha and Joe’s were at school when this had been going on. The two women open their

tear filled eyes to see a vision of Joe mangled beyond repair. Flesh and bone were exposed all over the man’s massive frame. Blood and broken shards of flesh were hanging all over his broken body.

Joe spoke,”I am sorry that I couldn’t return home as I had promised. Please tell the kids that I love them and I will see them again in heaven. I had set up several trust funds to see that you all will be

taken care the rest of the rest of our future grandchildren’s lives.”

Joe’s image just vanished as it had appeared.

Grandma had fainted, while still sitting in her favorite rocking chair. Bertha had rushed over to her Grandmother in law’s side.

Bertha cried out,”Oh God, why?”

Grandma was out for several minutes, when she awoke back up to see Bertha holding her hand.

She spoke,”Oh Lord, spare my boy! I am near death myself, so take me for his sake. I will

die anyway due to the stress’ effect on my bad heart. Just give Joe my short remaining life for his sake, since I had been with You through thick and thin. He has done the same, as well. That doesn’t mean that I am strong arming you to get you to do what I want.”

The old woman forced a smile on her face. Then her eyes closed and she then died.

Bertha tried to revive her, but to no avail.

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Back at the mangled power room, stood Coach J, with a brown paper sack with something inside it.

He spoke,”My young cadet, you had done good. No, you had went beyond what I had expected out of you and obeyed my request. I don’t believe that a master should interfere with a student’s battle, but this time I will make an exception.”

He pulled out a mask out of the paper bag and threw it on the ashes. The object appeared to be a

metal wrestling mask that was with open eyes and mouth holes. The forehead was red with the cheeks of the mask being blue. It also had white strips around all the openings and between the areas of red and blue. The ashes of Joe begun to float up into the air. The remains started to form bones again! Within less than one minute, the man’s skeleton was completely reformed again. Next, was his internal organs, then his muscles, and finally his skin was formed.

The mask wrapped itself around Joe’s face and covered his whole head. The chest, back,

lower arms, and legs were red as the mask. The fill in space was blue, with a white separations between

the two opposing colors. Metallic wings are attached to the back and arms of Joe, as he stretched his arms in an upward “V” position. An explosion of energy covers the reborn hero and he revels in his new found power.

Joe spoke,”I am Mr Big and I feel fifty times more powerful than before! I am now invincible beyond measure! The Lord has bestow upon me never ending power!”

Coach J was still looking upon his pupil with no visible signs of emotions.

“Joe don’t get too cocky, since there is always someone bigger, badder, better than you. You go

can up to one hundred times your natural power and your speed could go up the same as well. This was one mask that had spent centuries with no master, or with any description for that matter. I guess we can now call it the big mask in your honor. This mask had wanted nothing to do with me, despite all my efforts. Don’t be surprised if it talks to you, since is sentient as we are. I don’t know how though, since that answer has been lost to our great race’s infamous history. I will not help you again, until who knows when. I have my hands in several other pies.”

Big laughed,”Thank you, my teacher. I can handle it from here.”

Coach J gave Joe no answer and dissipated into nothingness.

The hero looked for the scene around him and saw the hole that he had made.

Joe spoke,”Nothing ventured nothing gain.”

Big jumped into the hole without thinking where it might take him.

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Back at Deathmask’s home was his parents, William and Susie eating at the small table built for four. The pair had only had themselves at the humble home most days, but they had always fixed a plate for their son, since he had been taken from them those five long years ago. They had the faith that he would someday walk into the house and eat dinner with them as he had so many times in the past. The couple had hoped that would happened everyday, but it has not happened yet. The boy had been a promise from God and that promise would return back to them one day.

The pair was eating chicken Parmesan when they hear a still small voice talk to them.

“Don’t lose your faith, since he will return. I will do the work.”

The old couple begun to cry and prayed right where they sat.

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Back at Deathmask and the others’ secret military HQ, Hagotti was in a large control room overseeing the many battles of the Urano-Ibor war. He decided to focus at this moment at where his young cadets were fighting at.

He spoke out loud,”This is madness! How come three fourths of a twenty five million city just loses power in only a few days. I know all of the major Ibor cities have a secret teleportation system. The higher ups are cumming in their pants over getting it during this conflict and even offered a three rank promotion to whomever brings any information back about it. All the civilians there are long since gone, before the battle even started. So apparently this new technology is extremely effective. Could have somebody from our troops discovered one such device?”

An officer spoke,”If I may be so bold, may I interject into your conversation General?”

Hagotti spoke,”Well shoot soldier.”

The officer saluted as he spoke,”The Ibor people hate all waste of space above ground and

usually keep their power/ factory work to deep underground. Could one of our officers got down there and caused quite a stir, General?”

The general spoke,”It is unproven at the time, but it seems likely though. Good job, officer, keep me updated on this theory.”

The officer shouted,”Yes sir!”

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The smoke finally clears and Zulgeteb was still sitting on his throne completely intact!

Tenlong’s eyes were now bulging out his eye sockets. He could not help but visibly show his utter confusion upon what he was seeing. The wall and floor behind the troll had been completely destroyed, yet Zulgeteb remained completely unharmed! Not even dust was upon his clothes, nor any rumble as well.”

Tenlong was now livid and he bellowed out the fiercest ki shout that had ever spewed out of mouth. The troll hall was starting to crack under his massive pressure.

Rin shouted,”Stop it Tenlong, before you kill us all!’

Tenlong stopped the ki shout and started to mumble some sort of unintelligible order of words. The twins had no idea to what the warrior was trying to do.

Then out of nowhere he was gone in a flash.

Out of nowhere, the troll king was several dozen feet away from his throne standing on his two feet. Zulgeteb looked concern, as if something had just happened. Then his crown broke into little shards and fell down to the wrecked floor below him. Blood begun to pour from the top of his bald head. He feels the first shedding of his own blood and it confuses him.

The troll king punched the already wrecked ground beneath him and causes a huge crater to encircle him.

Tenlong was at where Zulgeteb’s throne once was. A small amount of blood and skin from the

troll was on the harden edge of Tenlong upturned hand.

The Giganto spoke as he wiped the flesh of his foe off his presence.

“How does it feel to finally feel the pain that you caused to so many of your unumerable victims?”

The troll was sniffling out of fear, as he was starring at the blood that was pouring from his head. Zulgeteb was trying to wipe off the blood of his head, but his body had refused at this moment to clot.

Tenlong started to laugh with a wicked grin on his face. The laugh filled the entire room with a cover of fear. Even the twins were afraid of what Tenlong might do next.

The hero vanished again and reappeared behind the troll with his arms contorted in some sort of pose.

Lin shouts,”Look at the troll’s head! It had been completely snapped around to his back!”

The troll then fell down backwards unto the floor..

Rin spoke,”You had won Tenlong! You had finally won the fight!”

Tenlong corrected,”It is not over yet!”

The giant put his hands behind his head.

A spear was piercing through both of Tenlong forearms. He was injured, but he had successfully protected his head from attack.

The twins had saw that it was Zulgeteb that was attacking Tenlong.

The hero spoke,”You do not when to die, do you?”

The troll boasted,”That was my weaker twin brother Zulgeteb, I am Reji!”

The king was holding the spear still firmly in his flesh spoke,”You used your own brother as a disposable body double. What scum you are to throw away your own flesh and blood as mere cannon

fodder!”

Reji boasted,”That is the troll clansmen way! The weak are mere stepping stones for the strong!”

Tenlong ripped himself free from the weapon and jumped in a three hundred and sixty degree arc to face his opponent. He was at a safe distance from his foe, but his lower arms were now completely useless.

He spoke,” I am not done yet!”

Reji raced towards his foe, when Tenlong did something unexpected.

He did a flying dropkick directed at the pointy end of the metal end of the wooden spear. It broke the spear into rumble, which surprised the real troll king.

Tenlong did a Hurricanrana on the troll, while still remaining up in the air above the head of Reji. The move flipped the troll down on the ground face first.

The troll king’s head was smashed into oblivion. Tenlong was victorious, for real this time.

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Back at Mary’s house, the young widow was praying in the same wooden chair that she prayed on some many nights before. She was crying, while she was leaning on the chair. She was praying for her younger son, Tenlong. Mary since she was a little girl had always believed in the power of prayer and had never lost that enduring faith.

She was glad that he had two comrades to go with him on his journey to find whatever Rin and Lin was searching after. Mary also knew that Tenlong had a second objective to going. That

was to seek out battles beyond her wildest imaginations. He wanted to help rid Lowroda of all potential dangers so the people within could finally live in peace.

Tenlong was not as short sighted as her deceased husband was. Jimmy Sr was not a bad man,

but he cared only for his love ones and not those outside his village. Her husband would help all those in need around him, but he would not travel to the nearby villages volunteering his help. Jimmy had a heck of time protecting his home and it had cost him his own life. Tenlong was attempting at just thirteen years old to protect an entire nation and that fact scared her the deepest. Despite being a giant warrior from old, he was still her son.

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Tenlong’s eyes had rolled to the back of his head, as he stood to feet with arms dangling to his side. His head was rattling, like a bobble head with no semblance of order. He was completely out of it that much the twins knew for sure. The pair stood to their feet, as they tried to approached Tenlong.

Lin spoke,”Ten, you have won! You need to get fix up by us, before you lose before you lose both of your arms!”

The giant gave no response, as he stood up no personal awareness to where he was currently at.

Tenlong made a weird noise and puked upon both of his forearms. The expelled fluid harden very quickly, like it was cement. Tenlong just stood there like a statue. Rin had almost got close his friend, when Tenlong prepared to strike.

The swordsman backed off quickly and said,”We might as well set up camp, since he is going nowhere for a while. The remaining trolls had chased each other outside the remains of the hall.”

Lin spoke,”Brother, you think that Ten is alright? He is hurt pretty bad.”

Rin spoke with concern on his face,”I believe so, because his kind have weird ways of self healing. It is best to leave him be until he returns to the land of the living.”

His sister seemed pleased with the answer, as went to search for supplies.

 

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It was an enormous troll siting upon the stone throne. This foe was not like the other trolls, because he had a regal appearance to him. His clothes matched his demeanor, since were of coverings pertaining to a king, no rather yet a troll king. His makeshift crown was made out of bone and various

gem stones. He was also wearing a fur coat of what looked like it was from a wolf and he wore pants dyed with the blood of humans.

The troll king spoke,”You imbeciles, you can’t jerk off without my guidance! Kill them all right now, before I destroy you all for your incompetence! I will not tolerate anymore malarkey from you clowns! Get it done, now!’

The rest of the trolls were scared to death by the harsh commandment from their commander.

Lin used the moment of inaction to reuse the metal candle stick from before. This time it would penetrate the massive chest of her new found foe. The weapon was heated several hundred degrees and fired faster than the speed of sound.

Instead of killing the troll king, it broke as if it was an egg over one’s own head. Lin was horrified to see her strike to be entirely ineffective.

The royal troll was flexing his chest out of pride, causes his pecs to alternate going up and down.

The king boasted,”I am Zulgeteb, the king of this troll clan and I will kill you two punks. You little darling will be my troll bride! Am I not right, my fellow trolls?”

The remaining trolls put their makeshift weapons up in the air and bellow out a deafening battle cry.

Lin shouted out even louder than the nearby trolls,”I am going to kill you all and sew you all together like one big troll centipede! Then I am going to glue all your weapons together and shove it your disgusting butts sideways!”

Zulgeteb spoke,”We have a feisty one fellows, it will just make it more fun to break you!”

The rest of the trolls made all sorts of cat calls at the small woman.

Lin used her powers to create illusions around the remaining trolls, which caused them to start battling each other to the death.

The king boasted,”Such parlor tricks will not work on me! Try harder!”

During his sister’s distraction, Rin was now completely over the head of Zulgeteb with both swords out. He would let anyone hurt his sister, yet alone some filthy trolls. He cut at the upper torso of

the ever observant troll.

But it was for nothing, because the troll blocked the swords with just his forearms as if they were mere children toys. Only minor wounds were left behind on the arms of Zulgeteb, despite all of Rin’s effort. He was then punched hard in the chest by the attacking foe. The swordsman spit up blood before he hit the hard ground still on his feet. Rin was grabbing his chest with his left hand and wiping the blood out of his mouth with his left. Lin ran over to help her brother, who was now on one

knee. She was holding his side, in attempt to shield her brother from future attack.

Tenlong had enough, as he was cracking his knuckles raring for a fight.

His eyes were not the eyes of their friend, but that of one preparing to go to an all out war.

He spoke with a rage the others had not seen before,”No one hurts my friends! No one will live to tell about it! That much I promise you this day!”

The troll only laughed at his opponent.

Rin attempted to speak,”Becareful Tenlong, this one is not like the others! He is a genuine monster!”

Lin spoke,”That is enough, brother, you mustn’t move anymore!”

Tenlong had not turned to look at his friend, but he kept them intently upon his target.

The Gigantos was almost on top of the stairs, when he was kicked in the stomach by Zulgeteb.

The strike knocked Tenlong back down to the bottom of the stairs. The young hero was pissed off by being bested by the troll, but what was hurt the most was his pride. The troll had never left his seat, yet Tenlong been showed up just the same. His face was red as an apple, which caused the troll to laugh uncontrollably. Tenlong managed to keep on his feet from the blow, but it nothing to recover his wounded ego.

The warrior did not run up the stairs, but leap flat footed at the troll, going faster than mach three.

But, Tenlong’s feet never hit the ground, since he was punched cleanly in the jaw by Zulgeteb.

He was rocked hard by the blow and fell down to the ground.

Tenlong was confused to seeing himself floating midair.

He thought,”Am I flying? Master J had shown that it was possible to use own ki, as a means to

fly above the ground.”

Tenlong finally puts two and two together and sees that Lin’s face was contorted. Her face

always looked that way when carrying a large load with her mind. The warrior left his horizontal position to standing vertically. Lin finally relents her hold over her friend, as he lands his feet on the ground with a thud.

Lin looked at Tenlong with a look of concern.

“Are you okay, Ten?”

Tenlong boasted with a smile,” It is just a flesh wound!”

Lin was nervous over this harsh battle but was slightly relieved that her friend had not yet given up hope that he could win alone. She knew that Tenlong would rather die, than accept help in a battle. This was why the twins would not take anymore further offensive action against the troll king.

Tenlong started to going into his battle breathing technique to help use all of his power against

Zulgeteb. He raced towards the bottom of the steps and ripped them cleanly out of the ground!”

The whole stairway and the raised platform connected to it was being lifted above Tenlong’s head! The stone platform had to weigh nearly one hundred tons, but it was like a feather to the young warrior.

Tenlong shouted,”Try this on for size!”

He suplex the entire stone object over his head backwards to the far wall behind him. The twins

had pressed themselves flatly to the ground horizontally in the attempt to keep out of the way of the destructive assault from Tenlong. The Giganto was a kind man who was gentle to his friends and love ones. But at times could be extremely rough with others, this was due to not knowing his own strength. The twins had learned the hard way to get out of the way, when the giant was in that annihilating state.

The twins were flabbergasted about the might of Tenlong as the stone construct was being obliterated into oblivion. Smoke and shards of stone were flung into the air throughout the entire troll hall. Tenlong was in backwards bridge position with the back of his head only a foot off the floor. His large arms were still in the end of the throwing arc. The core strength of Tenlong was incredible for him

to allow to do what he had done as a feat of sheer unadulterated power. Master J had taught him the value of proper conditioning, so that one could successfully perform as one had intended.

Tenlong returned to his feet and turned a complete one hundred and eighty degrees. He performed a double biceps pose and flexed every muscle on his fifteen hundred pound frame. The twins turned around, while remained kneeling on the ground to see what damage had been done. The smoke had not yet cleared when Lin gasped out in complete horror.

 

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Note, i screwed up and redid the last few parts over. Most of it turned out better, so I decided to leave it as it written. Some things had been retconed, so be aware.

Rin knew better than to strike the well developed traps of the trolls, because he had learned that from fighting Tenlong. Yet, he had no time to ponder such things, since he had a sister to save.

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Tenlong was following the screams of his comrade, like a homing beacon. He was starting to get closer and closer to the source of the screams. He had grown accustomed to her voice after training together for thirty years. He was starting to feel Lin’s ki, as if it was less than one hundred

feet away. He was running through heavy stone walls, as if they were just paper mache.

Tenlong finds himself in a large hall that reeked of various bodily fluids and rotten corpses. There was over one hundred trolls, inside the great hall. Lin was laying down on top of an extensive stone altar, while being chained down to it. She was trying to break free of her restraints, so

several trolls had to pin her down to the stained altar. He saw that in front of the altar was a large stone stairway that no handrails. On top of the stairway was a patchy rug, obliviously made out of several different fabrics sewed together with no sense of order. On top of the long stairway was a long stone platform that was at least fifty feet off the floor underneath.

Tenlong cried out,”Lin are you hurt? What do you need me to do?’

Lin stopped her struggle for an instance and gave Tenlong a piercing look that he had never seen from her before. It had pierced through his very soul to the point that his bottom lip was shaking, but was luckily left unseen by his long brown beard. He was entrapped in time by the gaze of the young woman to the point that he was unable to move even an inch.

Lin broke the silence with a high pitched shout,”Do you not see me in distress or are you daft.

Get your cave man derriere over here and get me out of here! If you don’t, then I will kill you myself!”

Tenlong broke free of his sudden hesitation and raced towards Lin. The trolls darted towards the

hero, while he charges recklessly towards the incoming trolls.

He gave out a double lariat to two trolls that knocked their heads clean off of their green shoulders. The heads fall down to the ground with a thud, as the head spasm due to torn up nerves. A mist of blood sprays out of the decapitated trolls, as if their shattered necks had been a water sprinkler. The bodies fall down to the ground in front of them.

Ten more trolls encircled the speeding hero down to a crawl. The trolls had been carrying all sorts of stone weapons and they were ready to use them. They were making some sort of battle chant, when one trolls jumps up into the air rushing downward on the fierce faced Tenlong.

The hero puts up his arms up to block the blow as he yelled,”Bring it on!”

Tenlong caught the stone blade with both hands and the lifted whole weight of the enormous troll up into the air. The creature was struggling to force the sword downward, as the Gigantos broke the blade cleanly in two to the troll’s complete horror.

Tenlong grabbed the sharp end of the sword and sliced the neck of the downward falling troll. The foe fell down to the ground clutching his neck. But it was for naught, since the enemy soon bled to death.

Two more trolls charge him each with a stone clubs, but Tenlong countered soon soon enough with a double kick to trolls’ ball sacks. The two green faced fiends’ faces turned white as a ghost, when they fall down to the ground forward.

The seven remaining trolls all run at the hero in all sorts of directions, readying to strike in unison. Tenlong was in a battle stance, while engaging in deep breathing. He punched each of the trolls

in the heart, or at least where he thought the trolls’ heart should be located at.

All of the seven trolls stop mid stride with their weapons drawn. Their faces were covered in a

veil of extreme pain. They all dropped their weapons to the ground, as their hearts exploded out of their

chests. This left a huge gaping hole in each of the would be attackers that could be seen cleanly from both sides. The bodies hit the ground as the Gigantos held his massive arms above his head. He was laughing like a madman, because he was enjoyed to being able to take apart in what looked likely to a mighty battle.

Rin finally finds his way into the hall and sees Tenlong deep into his battle lust, while he sees Lin wrapped in chains.

He thought to himself,”For crying out loud, this is some grade A bull crap! Lin is captured with close to one hundred trolls ready to kill her and Tenlong is just playing around with his prey, like a cat does with a mouse! I am left holding the puke bag again!”

Trolls are on top of the swordsman, when Rin disembowels the oncoming trolls, as a hot blade goes through cold butter. The trolls attempt to keep their intestines inside their torsos. He does not stop to see what carnage he was leaving behind in his wake, when he is almost directly in front of his sister.

Lin thought,”About time these two clowns show up together! I didn’t want to fight this many trolls by myself if I could help it. The foreplay is over and the main event is finally here.”

She used her mental powers to free herself of her chains, during the confusion that Tenlong and her brother were causing. Lin levitates the chains up into the air and wraps around an unsuspecting troll. Foam starts to come out his mouth, as the trolls loses the struggle for his life. The chains loosens

from the throat of the troll and explodes into a fray of blistering metal links. This collection of shrapnel pierces the harden flesh of several trolls causing them to scream out, due to feeling hot piercing pain. The metal links explode, like a bomb inside the flesh of the foes.

The trolls fall to the floor in broken fragments of flesh and bones.

Lin boasted,”I need no man to save me, as if I am a damsel in distress!”

Tenlong remained back to his senses and said,”Shut up, you blue hair feminist!”

Lin retorted back,”I am a red head, you big oaf!”

He smiled to the response as he was beating nearby trolls, as if they were a pinata. Instead of candy coming out, it was blood and viscera.

Lin sees that next to her was a metal candle stand and she levitates it up into the air. Then she fires it, as if it is heat seating troll killing missile.

The candle stick gores through several trolls, as they were made out of mere clay.

Lin gets to her feet and dusts herself off the best that she could.

She screams,”I am not gonna be a bride bride! I will die before I let that happen!”

The trio of Tenlong, Rin, and Lin were getting the better hand over the trolls, when they hear a deafening roar coming from the top of the huge stone stairway. Everyone stops in their tracks to see the source of the roar.

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He said with both tears in his eyes and a smile on his face,”What is that?”

She respond, while redressing him said,”Fred, the boy you hurt needs to made felt better. How

do you that?”

He shrugged his shoulders with both palms of his hands facing up.

She said,”You go to them the next time you see them and tell them that you are sorry. You need to hug him as well, to show that you would not do it again.”

The brat spoke, Okay!”

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The two exited out of the master bathroom and into the master bedroom and fell asleep on the bed. Momma and the brat slept for four hours, the world flew around them. The five sisters were about finished with the dinner and were getting the tables ready for eating.

The tables nearest the kitchen were covered in table length pizzas, garlic bread, cheesy bread, and many kinds of desert pizzas.

A fat woman name Martha comes into the room after knocking on the wooden door.

“Momma, dinner is about ready and the kids are chopping at the bit.”

The brat jumped out of the bed towards the smell of food. Momma threw on some slippers and came running after. The brat was staring at the food and was going to eat it, when one of the older kids

grabbed him by the arm and held him up into the air.

The brat spoke,”Let me go, you hussie!”

Before the girl could react, Momma and Martha came into the room.

Momma spoke,”We have a new boy here, who needs a name. We need to be nice and welcome him into our family. Oh! There he is!”

The girl puts the brat down as all eyes are upon him.

The brat thought he was in trouble, as he was prepared to run for safety, when everybody yelled,”Welcome to the family!”

The boy wanted to cry at the sight, but he did not want to shed tears in front of this many

people.

Momma spoke,”We let the new person in the family get the first slice of pizza from the table and move on. Once everybody has had their plate filled, then it is fare game after that. Do you understand that?”

The brat put a fist up in the air, and yelled,”Yeah!”

Momma blessed the food and the brat had a piece of pizza from each table and stacked his food, like a tower. He was walking once he saw the boy he attacked.

The brat walked over to the boy handed the stack of pizzas.

Fred spoke,”I can’t eat all of this! I need some others to help me with it.”

The brat spoke,”I can do that to help you after being so bad to you. I am sorry that I had hurt you. I didn’t know that being mean to others was wrong, until Momma found me.”

Fred spoke,”I am been hurt by you and you made me mad. But, you are one heck of a fighter for a small guy. You wanna learn to box after dinner?”

The brat spoke,”Yeah, I would like that. But what is boxing?”

Fred gasped,”It is just the greatest gentleman sport in the entirety of Flinkaz. You learn to defend yourself with just your two fists.”

The brat was excited about the thought of learning to box. The two boys were deep into their

pizza eating feast, when Momma finally got eye shot of the tender lad and she was surprised to see that he had so easily made up with Fred. She was still a little nervous, since the elder lad was not one to let matters of payback go undone. She did not believe in preemptive punishment, since no wrongdoing had been carried out. Momma would still keep near from now, yet not interfere in the new brothers’ relationship. Sometimes, you just need to let kids figure it out for themselves.

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The whole orphanage had eaten and the few leftovers had been placed back into the kitchen.

Most of the kids took a nap, and some even went to sleep for the night. Fred and the brat were now inside an old fourteen by fourteen foot boxing ring. It had been donated to the orphanage by the local

boxing gym, along with kid and teen sized boxing gear.

Fred was in a red pair of boxing gloves, while the brat was wearing some small golden gloves with a red face guard. The young boxer was starting to get into a fighting stance and was starting to move.

Fred spoke,”In boxing there is up to fifteen six minute rounds, but today there will be only one round, There are three ways you can lose, you are knocked down three times in a round, if you are unable to stand up before the count of ten, and finally if the other boys see that you are too hurt to go on.”

The brat spoke,”It will not come to that, since you are going to give up!’

All the kids laughed at the brat, which made him mad as a charging bull. One of the kids rung a bell and the fight was on.

The brat was charging at Fred to only being punched in the face for his trouble. The attacking was holding back, due to battling a young child. He did not want to get in trouble for beating the little turd black and blue.

The brat was getting madder and madder at his foe, since he was completely under the control of Fred.

Then the bell rang as the children yelled out,”Fight is over! That is enough for today! Guys, it is time to hit the showers!”

The brat had somehow managed to stay on his feet, but he was now on his butt gasping for air.

Boxing was an endurance sport through and through and it took it’s toll on the young boy.

Fred walked over to the brat and helped him to his feet.

The victor spoke,”You were always Johnny on the spot, when it comes to keep coming at me.”

The brat spoke,”Thank you!”

The young lad begun to cry to the dismay of all those involved. Everyone but, The two boys in the ring, due to fear of potential punishment from the adults.

Fred put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and said,”You do not need to cry over just one loss, because today is still your first day in the ring.’

The brat spoke,”Thank you for giving me a name! Nobody has ever given me a name before!

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It had been a couple days, since Deathmask’s unit had last seen combat and Kill Joy had just finished given the five men a medical check.

The medic spoke,”Against my better judgment you are all ready to go. I am amazed at Big’s and

especially yours, Deathmask. I used nanotech on you all, yet you healed extremely quickly.”

The whole group shouted with glee.

Mr Big spoke,”Our race has ungodly healing ability which I know to be true. Some gangbangers shot holes through me, unit I was road kill. Yet, here I stand before you all. I assume that

Deathmask would have a similar ability to do so.”

Before they could respond a loud siren went off.

The unit rushed out of the supply room as lasers came out of the ceiling.

The beams carved the floor, like a turkey being cut with a curving knife.

Bob shot all the laser cannons off the ceiling.

Deathmask shouted,”We will not taken so easily this time!”

Spinning blades come out of the floor and come rushing towards the duo.

The unit shoots at the blades one after another, unit they are all destroyed.

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The men ran towards the generator room and start to bang on the machines when Deathmask screamed,”It is a bomb!”

The panel on the generator had a timer and it was counting down!

The whole exploded shaking the city above ground.

What has happen to the heroes? Are they dead?

To be continued

Nanotechnology (“nanotech“) is manipulation of matter on an atomic, molecular, and supramolecular scale. The earliest, widespread description of nanotechnology[1][2] referred to the particular technological goal of precisely manipulating atoms and molecules for fabrication of macroscale products, also now referred to as molecular nanotechnology. A more generalized description of nanotechnology was subsequently established by the National Nanotechnology Initiative, which defines nanotechnology as the manipulation of matter with at least one dimension sized from 1 to 100 nanometers. This definition reflects the fact that quantum mechanical effects are important at this quantum-realm scale, and so the definition shifted from a particular technological goal to a research category inclusive of all types of research and technologies that deal with the special properties of matter which occur below the given size threshold. It is therefore common to see the plural form “nanotechnologies” as well as “nanoscale technologies” to refer to the broad range of research and applications whose common trait is size. Because of the variety of potential applications (including industrial and military), governments have invested billions of dollars in nanotechnology research. Through 2012, the USA has invested $3.7 billion using its National Nanotechnology Initiative, the European Union has invested $1.2 billion, and Japan has invested $750 million.[3]

Nanotechnology as defined by size is naturally very broad, including fields of science as diverse as surface science, organic chemistry, molecular biology, semiconductor physics, energy storage,[4][5] microfabrication,[6] molecular engineering, etc.[7] The associated research and applications are equally diverse, ranging from extensions of conventional device physics to completely new approaches based upon molecular self-assembly,[8] from developing new materials with dimensions on the nanoscale to direct control of matter on the atomic scale.

 

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The duo was entering a tiny town of less than one thousand people. The brat was looking on with glee from the sight. They entered the driveway of a large farm as Momma parks right in front of a large white mansion that kids were flying out of towards the red car to Momma’s delight and the brat’s confusion. Kids that had been in the yard playing when they all stop in their tracks to see her.

The brat speaks,”Where are we and who are all these people? They all must like you a lot to stop playing all of a sudden.”

Momma turned to the boy and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“They are your new brothers and sisters and I am their mother.”

The brat looked confused for a second, until he finally broke his moment of silence.

“You gave birth to all these kids and you are still alive?”

Momma smiled, as she spoke,”I didn’t give birth to any of them, I raised them as my own all the same. Family is more than just a blood bond, those that are close to you and love you.”

The brat was still new to this concept and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Momma saw that the brat was crying, like an endless running waterfall. She clutched the boy into her arms, like a newborn in his mother’s arms. The brat did not know what to make of all this

and he was scared to death. He had know only abuse and pain all his short life and within three days it had all gave way to a life of possibility. She held him for a few minutes, as she told the children to all give the boy some space.

The brat was led by the tender hand of the hunched over mother.

One of the older boys yelled out,”Who is the baby, you have brought with you this time? It you

a long time to only get just him.”

The brat took offense to being called a baby, since he looked like a one or two year old, but he was at least four years at the best guess from his former captors. He was called a lot of unmentionable

names in the past, but he would not take being called a baby. He would not have it for even a single second.

The brat broke free of his Momma’s hold over him and ran over to the boy that he had felt had slighted him this day. The lad kicked the older boy in his shin, who was over twice his size. The large boy bent over to clutch his leg out of pain, when the brat punched him cleanly in the left eye. The blow would leave a black eye on the older boy.

Momma grabbed the brat by the shirt color and forced him off the ground.

She said,”Boy that is enough! Now say you are sorry!”

The brat spit in his victim’s bruised face and the large boy had enough. He was prepping to charge at the brat, when he was grabbed up by five other boys his own size.

The victimized boy spoke,”Let me at this punk! I am going to beat him black and blue! I promise you all that! You will see!”

Momma broke her normally calm demeanor and bellowed out,”Boys, keep him in his room until supper and I will deal with this little honey badger!”

The five boys all said,”Yes Momma,” as they dragged the upset brother into the aging mansion.

Momma spoke,”Now, boy I know you are new here, but you do not fight among the brothers

and sisters! If you too are still mad at each other you settle it in the ring, like gentlemen!”

The brat spoke,”Nobody calls me a baby! Nobody! I will cut…”

Momma covered his mouth with her hand, before he could finish his sentence. She knew that the brat was small was his age but would probably fill out under better nutrition her at the local orphanage. The boy’s battle with his adopted mother soon relented to a tender embrace.

A little girl walked over to the pair out of wonder and let out of her mouth both a simple, yet difficult request.

“What is your name, buddy?”

Both the mother and son both looked at the girl with the realization that they had spent the time

to come up with a proper name on the ride home.

Momma finally broke the silence and said sadly,”When I found him, he did not have a name or much else for that matter. But, let’s leave it lay for right now. Let’s have the best pizza party, we ever had!”

All the kids jumped up and down in joy as Momma carried the lad into the mansion.

Five young woman come to meet Momma with her new found child. All the woman were in their early twenties, when compared to Momma, who was in the mid thirties. These woman were all wearing vintage maid outfits from over one hundred years ago. All the skin they were showing was their hands and parts of their uncapped heads. They were not forced to wear these clothes, but they all decided to do it together out of fun.

The smallest woman named Emily spoke,”Momma, who do you got there in her arms? He looks

like a strapping young man?”

Momma spoke,”Emily, he has yet to find a name, but we will give him the time to find one on his own accord. He had seen things I can’t repeat and I will die before I force to bring it up without his

own inclination to do so. We have to be patient and loving with him, until he integrates completely into

this wonderful family at his own pace. He needs to have extra food to get him back on track physically and once he settles into his surroundings to start his school. He is bright, yet forceful lad. He has got

the temper of a pissed off rattlesnake.”

The brat had placed his upper lip into a pouting position, as if he was upset that he had just crapped his pants.

Momma spoke,”Let me give the little angel a nice warm bubble bath with me, since we had not been able to clean up right, while on our trip. If you five would be troubled to pacify your beloved senor and make all the kinds of pizzas that you’re able to make. This boy can eat like you have never seen before, so be prepared. Take as long as need and prepare all the tables to hold the table sized pizzas. We have got to give him a warm welcome to every child that enters our doors, especially this one. Is that not right, big guy?”

The brat spoke,”Yeah!”

The two travelers went off to get cleaned up as the five sisters went off to get supper ready. Three of the woman went into the kitchen to get the food ready to cook, while the two others went into the large dinning hall to get it ready for the feast.

The mother and son were in a large bathtub big enough for two grown men, yet alone a slender lady and a small boy. He sitting on a plastic stool that Momma had placed in for the lad to set upon, so that they could be covered in water. He was playing with a rubber duck and toy boat, making all sorts of noises. She was just enjoying being in her favorite bathtub on the mansion’s enormous property. The two got dried up as the boy begun to cry.

Momma spoke,”What’s wrong?”

The brat spoke,”Don’t hurt me, like the bad men! I promised that I will be a good boy this time.”

The boy was so scared that he pissed himself, so he had to have another bath.

Momma spoke,”I will never hurt you and neither will the any of the others will. We will have our good days and our days, but at the end of the day will come together as a family. You know what my little man?”

 

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Joe spoke,”You all know that I am famous or rather yet, infamous in wrestling and mma. I did come out of the ghettos, such as some you have as well. My origin story was for real and not a gimmick in anyway.”

“The man who trained me to greatest champion in the Urano ghettos was a man, known only as

Coach J. He could had been a billionaire several times over by fighting knowledge, yet money or fame meant nothing to him. He never was seen to train any other person openly as he did with me. He made my jaw drop one day due to what he revealed to me in secret.”

Deathmask spoke,”What did he tell you that day?”

Big breaks out into laughter.

Billy asked,”What was so surprising that you are laughing about it.”

Joe spoke,”He told me that he was an alien from another planet.”

Pete spoke,”Are you jiving me?”

Big spoke,”When have you know me to tell tales? You know that better than anybody here.”

Pete accepted the answer with a wicked grin.

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There so much silence over the last few minutes that you could heard a pin drop to the floor.

Joe spoke,”It is breathtaking isn’t it?”

The rest of the unit did nothing but eagerly awaited Joe’s next words.

Big continued,”I did not know what to believe at first. So, I asked my Grandma to come with me for one of my shows. It took me a while to get her to come, since she could not bear to see me fight.

While I was four years old, I killed my parents’ killers with my bare hands. It scared her something fierce. As champion, I had my own dressing room, but I rarely used it. I wanted to the other athletes, to show the others that I was one of the boys, just as they were. I had grandma and I seat alone in my dressing room. She had a lot of discernment when it came to dealing with people. I had to know to deal with Coach J and boy did she tell me the answer.”

Pete spoke,”What on Rindat happened?”

Big spoke,”She fainted as soon as she laid eyes upon him! If I had not been there, Grandma would have fallen into the floor. It took me a long to get her to respond to anything for over one hour.

Once I got her to speak she started to sweat like a street walker in church. She asked me to why a monster had entered the room. She saw the old coach not as a man, but as a hideous monster. It took me forever to get her to calm down after her fright. That day I knew that Master J was for real.”

“Later that week, I asked Coach J, to why he had trained me. He said that he did it all that he could help the future of his race. He also told that I was of his race as well.”

The whole group was in disbelief of what they were being told.

Big continued,”Coach J said that they are three main types based on their fighting types. The first type was the huge brawler type, such as myself. This type was said to be the most common. The second type was less common than the first type and it is a smaller technician based fighter. The rarest type was the third type that the combination of the first two types. This type was the best of both worlds and he called it the emperor class. Coach J said that there has been only two emperors in the last two thousand years.”

Coach J said that he had an emperor candidate that he had found on his home world. But most importantly he said that was a four type that was emerging that could fix the weakness that his race was

supposed. I once asked him to show me his true power and I was helpless before him!”

The rest of the men’s eyes about jump out of their heads. Big was a monster among men, yet he could not defeat this old coach.

Deathmask asked,”Where do I fit in all of this?”

Joe spoke,”I was getting there my skull faced friend. Coach J said that the first person in the race to be of the fourth type would be a man wearing a silver faced mask and red ninja garb.”

All eyes were upon Deathmask as if he had a turd hanging out of his mouth.

Deathmask spoke,”So, you are saying that I am a rare space alien?”

Joe speaks,”Once you transformed, did you feel stronger faster, stronger, and tougher?”

Deathmask spoke,”All that you said has come true, but what does it mean?”

Joe spoke,”That much, I do not know my comrade, but I know that we got to survive this war. I do not agree with this war but we have no choice but to fight in it nonetheless.”

Deathmask did not know what to think, but he felt that Joe had been honest with him. It was a lot to take in all at once, yet he had always felt that he was like other people in his life. He could never

pin it down before this day. He never guess that he would be told that he was alien prototype. It did not help that everybody but Big was looking at him, like he was an animal in the front window of the pet store.

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The brat’s female savior had been driving on the road for three days, sleeping in the car once she had grown too tired to drive every night. The brat was scared to be left out in the open, so they slept in a sleazy motel the first night. His newfound “Momma” talked him into sleep the next night in the car’s backseat, since she was low on cash. She had to make sure that they had enough gas and food to feed the two of them, until they got to whatever Momma was driving them. The two of them had eaten the complete thirty pound bag of food, that she had kept in his a small plastic cooler. The third day the pair got some food from a nearby gas station.

The brat spoke,”What is that smell,” as he was led by the hand into the station.

He had said that right in front of a fat unkempt clerk, behind a desk. She dodged the question as she tried to led into the ill cleaned restroom. The toilet had be cleaned by the woman, before ether one of them could safely use it.

Both of the pair had left the restroom and they were looking at clothes at the meager toddler clothes rack. She found some that she thought that he could wear so spoke to the clerk.

“Can I have my son try on these clothes? If they fit, I will buy all of them that I got.”

The fat man paused before he spoke,”Let me ask Betsy.

The woman wondering to why the clerk was bent over by the register counter. He pulled out a sawed off shotgun and placed it on the counter. The brat ran back into the bathroom at the sight of the gun.

The man spoke,”You will have to deal with Betsy here, if you want to steal from me!”

Anger swelled over the woman’s face as she spoke,”Of course, I will pay for them, just put that thing away! You scared my boy! If you dare to show him that thing again and you will be dealing with me!”

She ran into the bathroom to find the boy crying, while shaking uncontrollable in the fetal

position.

She tried to hold them the brat in arms, but he bit her on the hand for all her trouble. She gave the boy a sponge bath every time they stopped at a gas station. He fussed at first, but he soon relented nonetheless. During the first bath she was horrified, but not surprised by the sight of physical abuse. He had scars all over his little body. She found dried blood, piss, and excrement all over his lower body. Burn marks and poorly done stitches were found all over his body. She was appalled beyond belief. When she saw that he had been branded, like he was a young calf. The brand was that of the Corbello crime family, which was one the infamous members of the five families that rule the majority of the crime world. They were represented by the vulture, since they preyed upon the less fortunate. They were proud of that fact.

(The other four members were: De Caprio, represent by the owl, since they were hunters in the dark world. Chinnici, represented by the eagle, which they believe that they are best among the five families. Next, was the Mandala, who was represent by the hawk, since they have endless gaze upon the crime world. Lastly, was the Bonelli, which was represented by the ostrich, due to their destructive power.)

Momma spoke,”It is okay honey, I had dealt with the bad guy. I made him promise that he would not hurt us. Let me clean you again, so that you can try on these new clothes that I found for you.”

The brat spoke,”Why is that? I was told that you are supposed to wear the same clothes everyday.”

Momma spoke,”Not anymore you will do that.”

The boy was completely obvious to the complete dump of an existence that he had been living in. Momma wanted to cry, but she did not want to trouble the boy more than he already was. She knew that the boy feared the gun, due to seeing it’s awesome power up close and personal. The sad thing was

that he must had thought that all of this former life was completely normal. That was what upset Momma the most, as she had wished that she had been able to kill the abusers herself.

She thought,”I will have to take much care with this one, so that he could have the chance to live a normal life. People that go through abuse, become overshadowed by their past, their entire lives. A lot of people like him become abusers themselves, or even be an addict as well. He should be an inspiration to those around him that they can get through it as well. That is my hope and prayer for the

boy without a name.”

All the clothes that Momma had picked had fit him and had some inches to spare. She let him picked out his favorite outfit to go along his new tennis shoes.

The brat spoke,”I want the one with the squirrel on it.”

She spoke,”You like the teenage mutant ninja squirrels?”

The lad shook his head in agreement.

The two walked out of the bathroom as the brat ran towards the food stand connected to the register counter.

He spoke,”I want some of that! Give me that! I want it.

She spoke,”You want some fried chicken?”

He spoke,”Ya, give me one of those huge buckets next to it!”

Momma did as she was asked and gave the boy a cherry slush to ride with. She paid for it all without incident and went on their merry way.

The brat asks,”Where are we going?”

Momma spoke with a smile,”We are going home.”

He spoke,”What is home like, because I never had one before.”

She spoke,”It is a place, where people you love are at.

The boy asked,”What’s love and how do you get it?”

She spoke,”It is when someone cares for you and help you without getting anything back in return. Plus you are loved by me. I am helping you to be with other kids like you. Don’t you want that?”

He shouted,”Yes, I do!”

Momma did all she could to fight back the tears her eyes was desiring to shed for her newly found son. She didn’t want to take the young boy out of his moment of bliss.

She spoke,”You get to play with toys and many brothers and sisters of all sorts of ages.”

The brat spoke,”I do not know how to do that.”

Momma spoke,”You soon will learn, so don’t worry.

website update

I am getting able to post about 2000 words plus a week again. I have gotten all of this month’s post done already and over half of January’s as well. Fighting Fantasy and Codename Deathmask will both be getting  one thousand plus words weekly post. (This is on an a average, since some weeks will just be a wrap up post for the story section). Guns a Blazin’ will be a smaller serial than the first two, but just as important to me. It will have two updates of around 1000 words each, at the first and last full weeks of the month. This will roughly translate to around 10,000 words a month, unless it is a five-week month. (Those months will be around 12,000 words).

Mondays and Tuesday will be Fighting Fantasy and Codename Deathmask weekly posts days. One series will be out on Monday and the remaining series will be on Tuesday. It just falls unto which series is done first for the month.

Enjoy all your reading!