| Issue # 2 |
| Who Is Dizz Trawyer? |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| "Who is Dizz Trawyer?" asked Deacon Troll as the strangers carried him away from the three brothers. "You're soon to find out," replied the cyborg. "Will you tell me who you are, then?" said the troll. "I am Khaz McDust," the robot started, "the tall one is Mini Moom and the other is Black Hole Degrujj. Now, that is all you need to know" Sitting in the crook of Mini Moom's arm, Deacon wondered what was going to happen to the brothers. * * * Hours past, unbeknownst to the brothers, since the troll had been taken. The effects of the flash were wearing off. Kurt was the first to open his eyes. He moaned and sat up. He was quickly followed by Murt, and finally, Burt. "What happened?" asked Murt. "I dunno," said Kurt. "How did they get so close to us without us sensing them?" "I don't know." Burt began to search his surroundings. "Something is terribly wrong." "I sense it too," Murt and Kurt spoke in unison. "Where is Master Troll?" Murt asked. "You'll not be seeing him for a very long time," replied a faceless shadow. The voice sounded more twisted and evil than any other they had ever known. There was a sudden jolt a pain that surged through the three of the brothers and their world, for the second time, went black. * * * Mini Moom tossed the helpless troll into a dark room with walls of cold stone. There was no light except from the open door. When the door was slammed, Deacon Troll was left alone in the darkness. The metallic voice of the cyborg called out from behind the door, "when he is ready, he will summon you." The troll groped the floor carefully searching for a wall. When he reached the wall he propped himself against it and entered a state of meditation. Hours passed. Deacon tried to call out to the three brothers with his mind. He could not sense them. Hours passed. He went through the past events in his mind trying to make sense of it all. Hours passed. Suddenly the door flew open. Deacon's eyes, fully adjusted to the pitch darkness, burned at the light from outside of his cell. Mini Moom appeared along with Khaz. "He is ready to see you now," Khaz spoke as Mini Moom scooped the troll into his powerful arms. Deacon Troll was carried down a very long hallway made entirely out of stone. Every so often a torch was attached to the wall to illuminate the way ahead. The hallway seemed that it would never end and the journey became monotonous. Finally, after a trip that seemed to last forever, the hallway merged into an extremely large room with a red carpet leading down the center to a giant throne, wreathed in flame. A figure lounged in the throne, clad in green and gold armor. His body, mostly his head, was a nightmarish combination of organic flesh and robotic oddities. His cold red eyes pierced through the troll's own soul. "It is a great pleasure to finally meet the infamous Deacon Troll," the figure spoke in a hissing whisper. "I've been waiting along time for this." The troll stared at the figure curiously. "What is it exactly that you want from me?" The figure chuckled slowly. "Your reputation precedes you. Are you always this quick to bargain for you life? No matter. My name is Dizz Trawyer and I have a proposition for you..." To Be Continued... |
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