| Issue # 3 |
| Keep Your Friends Close... |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| "Where are we?" asked Burt. "They brought us back," replied Kurt. "Why do they want us back?" asked Murt. "Who are they!?!?" The three sat up quickly after realizing they were not alone in the room. Dark shadowy figures crowded the room around them. They were far enough out of the light so as no details whatsoever could be made out except the glowing red eyes. A lean figure stepped into the light. The creature wore a green hat with a large red feather. His left eye was considerably larger than the right and he was holding a remote control in his hand. He was chuckling. Murt lunged at the creature. The creature pressed a button on the remote control and Murt was restrained by cables originating from the unseen ceiling. The creature pressed two more buttons on the remote and the remaining brothers were restrained by more cables. The brothers tried struggling but the cables only responded by tightening even more. The creature cackled and began toward the three. "Now," the creature began, "let's play a little game..." * * * "What's your proposition?" Deacon Troll asked. "I have a little problem," Dizz Trawyer began. "It seems that you are quite unaware of your significance to this planet so far. Never the less I need you." Puzzled by the statement of the living nightmare the troll replied, "What's in it for me?" Dizz Trawyer chuckled. "That depends on you, actually." "How so?" "It really depends on how much you want to cooperate," hissed the abomination. "And if I cooperate completely?" the troll suggested. "Then I am willing to give you complete control over the Underworld for the rest of your natural life." Dizz Trawyer was starting to get annoyed. Deacon remained emotionless. "And if I refuse?" "Then you die." "Right..." the troll replied. "Well I guess I'm gonna have to take my own chances by saying no then. I'm not really interested in control of the Underworld. I have better things to do with my time." "So be it," hissed Dizz Trawyer. "I tried to reason with you." He pressed a button on the armrest of his chair. "Send them in now." Metal doors came crashing down over the various exits in the room. There was no escape. Dizz Trawyer only grinned. A familiar flash went through the troll's mind. He had felt it before, but this time it was twisted and evil. He was becoming disoriented. Deacon held his hands to his head and attempted to steady himself. The flash came again. Deacon fell to the floor. "What's happening?" he asked. There was a third flash and he groaned. "My, my, my, you are impatient," Dizz Trawyer spoke cruelly. "You'll find out soon enough." A door slowly opened to the left of the troll. It opened to a room with just enough room to see four shadows. The first figure emerged into the light. He was a short creature dressed in green. He had a green hat with a large red feather. "Master.." he cackled, "they are ready." "Very good work, Himzz Elf," spoke Dizz Trawyer approvingly. "Now don't be shy. I'm sure that our guest would like to see what you've been up to." He laughed. The elf turned to the figures. "Come along then. You don't want to keep the master waiting." Slowly, Murt, Burt and Kurt emerged from the darkness. The elf cackled. The three's faces were filled with unflinching anger. "Kill him!" the elf commanded. The three began towards the troll. The elf cackled. To Be Continued... |
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