The evening air was cool, exceptionally cool for the middle of August, as a young mad made his way across a nearly deserted parking lot and into a large, modern factory. He entered the complex and returned to the work station he had earlier left for lunch. Unbeknownst to the other workers of the plant, this was not a man, but rather a feriousious beast in disguise. He was spending the summer months in a village called Yellow Springs and working as an inspector for the local branch of an international rubber factory.
As the young man carelessly fingered through the tiny rubber tipped metal pieces, he began to daydream. This was to be his final day at this place called Vernay Laboratories before making his triumphant return to his old stomping grounds of Rio Grande. The young man remembered, like a distant dream, a time long ago when he reigned terror across the English countryside in his natural form; that of a troll. He saw himself slay ten pilgrams on their way to Canterbury and afterwards Beelzebub appearing in his cave and telling him he was needed elsewhere. Then he appeared at Rio Grande.
He recaled his brothers, the Men of Tau Kappa Epsilon and his idle... the awe-insiring Beast. Troll and Beast had many a darn nifty time at Rio. Since joining this group of men, they had risen to the best organization on campus and claimed two straight homecoming and May Day elections. The troll also thought of how it enjoyed giving people something to talk about. Like the time he and his buddy Funky joined a sorority's near dead little brother program and when the Dynamic Duo entered the cafeteria on that day, the 15th day of February 1991, how everyone looked and whispered. Ten weeks later the Duo struck once again, getting fifteen new pledges for the ladies. Several doubted Troll and Funky, but a smile crossed his face as he recalled the almighty Beast saying that he wouldn't have done it, but if that's what he wanted, Beast understood.
Troll had almost come into his own after that, all he needed to do was separate himself from Funky. How could he do that? What would it take for the once ruler of the English countryside to be recognized as an individual? It was time for the troll to emerge from the shadow of those who molded his human side into what it was.
Then he found a way. It happened purely by accident. A blank stare crossed the troll's face as he remembered that fateful day in March. The day the one called Shaker took him to lunch a half hour before the cafeteria opened. A girl stood there in line and followed the troll like the stray dog she was. This girl was a beast of a different kind. A small white girl with a large afro. She could strike fear in the hearts of all men just by looking at them. The troll was just trying to be nice by responding to the nauseating creature, but try as it may, the troll could not shake the mongrel. He thought that this could be another way to get people to talk and notice him. He did what others wouldn't do in their worse nightmare, he bedded the one called Boofy the Bush bitch.
That hidious thought caused the young man to let out a sound of startlement and he awoke from his dreaming stuppor. Looking around, he wiped the cold sweat from his brown. It was a bad experience, but people noticed him as his own troll. He stood up and glanced at the clock. A smile graced his face as he saw only fifteen minutes remained in his work day. He usually stayed at his desk and starred at the next shift as they entered, especially the one who wore the greek letters which read "Alpha Sigma Phi." Every night that the troll saw that guy, the curly headed fool called Tony Brown, he muttered that brilliant quote once said by a drunken Funky "Alpha Siga Ma Chi can kiss my ass!" But tonight was Friday and the Sig wouldn't be there. Troll had better things to do anyway. He slowly made his way through the factory before stopping at the next department.
He walked up to a descent looking girl who was tall and had shoulder length brown hair. Her name was Debbie and the troll had learned last week that she had taken a liking to him. She gathered up her items and the two walked out the door. They began to make their way to her car to discuss their summer plans. As they made their way further into the parking lot and began to move apart to enter Debbie's vehicle, a little Ford Escort sped through the parking lot towards them. The two turned to see who the culprit was when the passenger pulled out a gun and shot the troll. The Escort drove off into the night unseen by others. Debbie ran to the fallen young man as he lay there bleeding on the blacktop before she ran into the company to alert the Emergency Team. As Troll laid on the cold ground, he began to drift in and out of consciousness. Everything turned white as if someone were shining a bright light in his face.
Slowly, his vision returned and he looked around his surroundings to gauge his location. He was in a hospital room in Springfield, Ohio. He saw that Debbie was there with him and he called her over. He told her to go to his car and get his leather pouch from the passenger seat. When she returned, he opened the pouch and removed a large bottle of Jack Daniels, quickly guzzling the contents. He immediately began feeling better and left the hospital bed. He turned toward Debbie, gave her his address and kissed her goodbye before saying he had to go. He leapt from the opened window and headed into the darkness.
The young man transformed back into his natural form and started heading back to Rio Grande. As he began his journey, he recalled the car from which the gunfire came. He tried to remember who was in the car. He scanned his brain for the answers. He saw three guys in the car - Tony Brown was in the back seat, Rambo was the one who shot him and the car was being driven by none other than the President of Alpha Sigma Phi - Yes, the one who was giving Troll's lil' sis the hot beef injection...Sparkplug!
