| Issue # 7 |
| Reality's Dawn |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| The light from the flames illuminated the faces of the three shadows: Khaz McDust, Mini Moom, and Black Hole Degrujj; the long absent minions of Dizz Trawyer. "You!" exclaimed Kurt. "We meet again," replied the cyborg, "and I'll guaruntee this is the last time." The three jumped from their knees to their feet and prepared themselves. * * * Deacon Troll stood in the vast light of the newly created Merge. The white surrounded him as the black formerly did in the previous Merge. He needed to get out. He needed to contact the three. Do they remember the Merge? The troll cleared his mind and prepared to contact the brothers. * * * The three stood ready for an assault from the henchmen. A tail appeared from behind the cyborg. A memory of pain flashed through the brother's minds. Murt let out a yell and thrust out his arms, wrists together, with his hands spread open. The air vibrated in front of Murt in a trail towards the tail until the tail shattered. "I see you've learned some new tricks," smirked Dizz Trawyer. "No, remembered old ones," replied the three without shifting their gaze from the henchmen. "It seems that you still haven't remembered everything yet..." said the nightmare. "What do you mean?" asked the three looking in the nightmare's direction. The nightmare laughed. This gave the henchmen just enough time. * * * The troll could not reach them. He had to try harder. Deacon Troll summoned up as much power as he could. He intended to let it out in one great outcry and hoped it would get through to them. Deacon Troll called out. * * * An ear-piercing cry entered the minds of the brothers just before they were tackled by the henchmen. The cyborg went after Murt, Mini Moom attacked Kurt, and Burt was trapped by Black Hole Degrujj. The cry echoed in the minds of the brothers, bringing back memories. They remembered their captured master, their abilities, and a calling within. But it had changed, and they knew He was responsible. He was there, and could not get out. The three brothers reached out to him while fending off their dangerous opponents. * * * The troll stood there as the Merge dematerialized around him. The brothers had found him. He could feel the hold of the brothers on him as they carried him out of the Merge. Then suddenly everything went black. * * * Deacon Troll's vision slowly came back to him. His limbs were sore from staying in one position for too long. He relaxed his muscles and let himself fall to the floor. He groaned and stretched. "No! It can't be!" cried the familliar nightmarish voice of Dizz Trawyer. Rage began building up inside him. The troll turned in the direction of the evil abomination and smirked. He knew that he must let the brothers face the captors without any interferance. This also left the troll vulnerable to the twisted nightmare. "The fun has only just begun..." To Be Continued... |
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