Post by serpentine queen on Apr 26, 2007 15:17:33 GMT -5
Amend the Wrongs with Greater Evil
Ch. 1: The Recipe for Revenge
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Summery: Randall manages to escape from the human world. He’s angry, broken and vengeful. What will happen when he sees just how much Monstropolis has changed? Can he change with the times?
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A/n: This is my first Monsters, INC. story, so please be gentle. Randall is my favorite character. He kicks ass. I also have a major crush on Steve Bucsemi, who provided Randall’s voice. (MARRY ME, STEVE!!) Be warned, there is some nasty violence in this chapter. Language is peppered in for flavor. Shake vigorously. Read, enjoy and please review!
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Randall Boggs panted for breath as he camouflaged himself against a tree. Much had happened since he’d been banished a year ago. He’d been beaten by a crazy broad with a shovel and attacked by creatures he was sure were far more dangerous than human children. At the moment, he was being chased by a pack of hunting dogs. Boggs waited silently for a moment; his body flooded with adrenaline, waiting to either flee or attack. Once the dogs’ barking faded into the humid Louisiana night, he slithered back to the cave he’d been forced to call home for 365 days and two months. Randall growled irritably, snatching a rat that had wandered too close to him.
The lizard-like monster felt anger rose to this throat like bile as he became drenched in a hot, sticky summer rain. Randall seethed, as he did at least once or twice a day, about Sullivan and Wazowski, the two monsters responsible for his Banishment.
“Sullivan and Wazowski—damn them!” he muttered to himself as he entered his cave. He shook the rain from his thin serpentine body. He sighed, clutching the rat in one hand as he threw several pieces of kindling on top of the small fire burning in the center of the cave with remaining three. Randall viciously bit into the neck of the rat, gagging at the warm, metallic taste of blood. Once the initial disgust had worn off, the animal-like lust for meat kicked in. Boggs howled in laughter as he imagined Sullivan in the rat’s place as he tore out the creature’s spine with his teeth.
“One day—I’ll have my revenge,” he vowed, staring at the makeshift door station he’d constructed out of whatever odds and ends he could find. He fashioned a crude door out of scraps of wood he’d gathered around his cave. The only thing he couldn’t make was a power indicator that would allow him access to the monster world.
Randall opened and closed the door, hoping beyond hope, that something would happen. He knew it was foolish to keep trying, that the monster-world was beyond his reach.
“DAMMIT ALL!” he snarled, strips of rat flesh hanging from his bloodstained, razor-like teeth. He spat out a mouthful of blood and bone in disgust, furious with himself for giving into the strange animal tendencies coming over him.
“The human world is the real monster, turning me into…do I even know what I am anymore?” Randall asked himself. He threw the rat carcass into the fire, suddenly realizing how cold he’d become. Boggs shivered from head to tail, wondering why the fire wasn’t warming him. As he began feeling his strength fade with a numbing cold taking its place, he was certain that karma had caught up with him. Any second now, he’d be dead. Frankly, death would be welcome… Randall could even hear death come to him.
“Randall…Randall Boggs?”
Randall felt the last shreds of consciousness slip away; he caught a glimpse of this death-spirit. It was just a blur of green on sliver before the world faded into black.
Ch. 1: The Recipe for Revenge
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Summery: Randall manages to escape from the human world. He’s angry, broken and vengeful. What will happen when he sees just how much Monstropolis has changed? Can he change with the times?
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A/n: This is my first Monsters, INC. story, so please be gentle. Randall is my favorite character. He kicks ass. I also have a major crush on Steve Bucsemi, who provided Randall’s voice. (MARRY ME, STEVE!!) Be warned, there is some nasty violence in this chapter. Language is peppered in for flavor. Shake vigorously. Read, enjoy and please review!
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Randall Boggs panted for breath as he camouflaged himself against a tree. Much had happened since he’d been banished a year ago. He’d been beaten by a crazy broad with a shovel and attacked by creatures he was sure were far more dangerous than human children. At the moment, he was being chased by a pack of hunting dogs. Boggs waited silently for a moment; his body flooded with adrenaline, waiting to either flee or attack. Once the dogs’ barking faded into the humid Louisiana night, he slithered back to the cave he’d been forced to call home for 365 days and two months. Randall growled irritably, snatching a rat that had wandered too close to him.
The lizard-like monster felt anger rose to this throat like bile as he became drenched in a hot, sticky summer rain. Randall seethed, as he did at least once or twice a day, about Sullivan and Wazowski, the two monsters responsible for his Banishment.
“Sullivan and Wazowski—damn them!” he muttered to himself as he entered his cave. He shook the rain from his thin serpentine body. He sighed, clutching the rat in one hand as he threw several pieces of kindling on top of the small fire burning in the center of the cave with remaining three. Randall viciously bit into the neck of the rat, gagging at the warm, metallic taste of blood. Once the initial disgust had worn off, the animal-like lust for meat kicked in. Boggs howled in laughter as he imagined Sullivan in the rat’s place as he tore out the creature’s spine with his teeth.
“One day—I’ll have my revenge,” he vowed, staring at the makeshift door station he’d constructed out of whatever odds and ends he could find. He fashioned a crude door out of scraps of wood he’d gathered around his cave. The only thing he couldn’t make was a power indicator that would allow him access to the monster world.
Randall opened and closed the door, hoping beyond hope, that something would happen. He knew it was foolish to keep trying, that the monster-world was beyond his reach.
“DAMMIT ALL!” he snarled, strips of rat flesh hanging from his bloodstained, razor-like teeth. He spat out a mouthful of blood and bone in disgust, furious with himself for giving into the strange animal tendencies coming over him.
“The human world is the real monster, turning me into…do I even know what I am anymore?” Randall asked himself. He threw the rat carcass into the fire, suddenly realizing how cold he’d become. Boggs shivered from head to tail, wondering why the fire wasn’t warming him. As he began feeling his strength fade with a numbing cold taking its place, he was certain that karma had caught up with him. Any second now, he’d be dead. Frankly, death would be welcome… Randall could even hear death come to him.
“Randall…Randall Boggs?”
Randall felt the last shreds of consciousness slip away; he caught a glimpse of this death-spirit. It was just a blur of green on sliver before the world faded into black.
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