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BIG BLUE and ‘The Hunt’ chapter 5.
Character Created by Neo Gonzales Story by Wayne Clayton
Across the huge pale dome of the Cloven white beast was a wild storm of electrical energy transmitting its pain and anger towards this new element hewn of rock which now stood before it. Within its casing the unearthly cogs and gears groaned and grated as it began to recall the distant memories of its last battle upon the earth. Memories reflected in the rock itself long ago by the Anasazi storytellers.
It cried out once more across the desert for its descendant kin to answer its call but the voices of its dark liberators were now silent, their ashes now one with the desert. It was now alone just as it had being long ago when it first came to this ball of earth and souls.
Then the desert had been lush and fertile with the industry of the Anasazi, a utopia upon the earth ripe for picking, but the time for remembering were brought up short as another red beam sliced the desert air towards the reeling fiend.
Blue wasted no time while the giant beast was once again distracted. He picked up Vinnie in his arms and dashed across to where Sam was tending to his own wounds. Any questions to who this new combatant was were pushed aside. For now he was an ally in the fight against the common foe, just as in the days of War a comrade in arms.
“Doctor take care of Vinnie, It’s time to take this thing down once and for all”
Before Sam had chance to reply Blue was already gone.
Although wounded the beast was not beaten yet. It carved yet another trail of rock from the valley floor and launched it towards the chiselled figure before it. The rock man tried to stand firm as the course boulders which escaped the flashing beams of light pulsing from his single red eye crashed against him like waves against the sea cliffs. Distracting him long enough for the Cloven giant to ignite its own ray of terror.
Ropes of crackling electricity arched across its dome before hurling themselves across the desert in a manner almost spider like as it reached out for its prey.
But as the crawling electricity struck and wrapped itself around the ancient strata of the statue man it found no crevice or perches to draw out the soul within. Instead it found to its disappointment a soulless vessel not unlike itself. One cast in rock by the ones who created him. As to what lay beneath the crust of skin to make it tick the Cloven cared not, he would crush it under his heels regardless now he knew it was of no worth empty of live giving energy.
The beast advanced as his deadly ray twisted and contorted the stone man trapped in its gaze. But before it could take out its vengeance it felt a new sensation of pain rip across its machine senses. Unseen Blue had seen his opening and although still weakened he had leaped up high onto the creatures back. His hands transformed once more into the glowing balls of death. He dug his nails into the wrinkled surface of the beast and raked his fire down the entire length of the spine of the beast. Searing and melting skin and bone in one fell swoop before crashing to the floor.
The white demon twisted in agony as the mechanical nerves snapped and withered under the heat of Blues fingers. The fetid blue gas with lubricated its internal voids began to vent as they found their escape via the thin breaches in the flesh. Unsteadily the beast staggered as its legs sort instruction from the severed cords above. But its rage kept it from toppling. Towering over the heaped limbs of Big Blue the dome of the giant began to crackle once more, this time certain it would find a fresh burning soul to devour.
But rage had blinded the beast to its stone tormentor and within a blink of a single red eye it had pin pointed every breach in the Clovens back and had sent a beam of light to penetrate, slicing fresh slabs of machinery away from the spinal column.
Arching its now shattered back the white sky demons siren wail reverberated throughout the burning walls of the valley, setting all who heard its cries teeth on edge like the sound of nails on a chalk board ten thousand fold.
Stumbling it slid across the red earth, trying to find its footing on wild uncertain limbs freed from their tethers of thought and reason. It spun and twisted confused. Blue looked up to see the towering giant stagger towards him, and swiftly scrambled out of the way of the deadly cloven hooves which trampled the rock to dust.
He spotted a gapping hole at the base of the spine and sprang fist burning towards it. Driving his gloved hand and arm into the void Blue focused all his fire into one final act of destruction. Seconds later the ball of atomic atoms smashed and collided its way through all that stood before it. Ripping gears and levers, flesh and bone with equal ease it tore the great white demon in half. Its torso flew flaying into the air while is legs buckled and gave way to gravity and green fire before driving into the earth lifeless.
The cleaved Cloven machine crashed back onto the valley floor, his dome on fire with dancing waves of electricity, still alive and bent on revenge it began to drag itself across the scorched earth strewn with fragments of its own shattered remains. But the figure of the stone man stood in his way, its finely carved arms held high above its head, its fingerless hands joined to form a hammer of hardened rock. And in one graceful swing it brought it crashing down into the dome of the white beast, shattering it into a billion shards before sinking into the machinery of its dark calculating brain.
The dome exploded into a ball of fire and torrid swirling sulphurous blue smoke. The beast was now slain and the world was free of its kind once more. In the mists of the flames the stone figure remained un touched by the heat of fire, its single red eye now dimmed as it watched the smoke billow out up into the air. Only he witnessed the faces of the long lost souls play amongst the billowing clouds rising up into the air. Free at last to journey to the lands of their forefathers and to join the great hunt amongst the great fertile plains where roamed the Buffalo from horizon to horizon.
The valley walls now grew dim once more and the only sound heard was screech of an eagle as it circled high above.
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