Chapter 3_Titan's Folly

Chapter 3

Waking up, Johns mind was in a fog and his house was pitch black. “How long was I asleep for?” Getting up from the bed, “Bam!” He smashed his head through part of the ceiling. “Shit!” "Do I really have to crouch through my own home now?”

Searching for the lights, he flipped them on, seeing his new, massive frame, and hole in the ceiling. “Woah!”Looking at his system panel, he began to understand, his new worlds reality.

[Titan God System]

Welcome:

Name: John Thornheart

Race: Sitecah giant

Height: 9 foot 2 inches

Skills: Bloodhound, Forrest jumper

Life expectancy: 150 years

Evolution points: 18/20

Looking at the new panel in front of him, John couldn’t help but laugh, and celebrate. He had finally broken free from his family’s control, and taken revenge at the same time! Rushing to the bathroom mirror, he was shocked at the new him.

Standing in front of the mirror, was a massive, nine foot two strongman. Opening up his mouth, he was excited to see, he now had two rows of massive, bone crunching teeth, and an extra finger and toe on each of his hands and feet.

Taking off the rags of his former clothing, he now had the physique of an Icelandic strongman. He had always loved watching the strongman competitions, and even participated at a few amateur ones when he was in college, but was never big enough to be competitive.

His body was naturally too weak. No matter how much training he would do, it could not beat out natural genetics, but now, things are very different. Pinching his skin, he was surprised by its elasticity, and almost terrified at its insane toughness.

Going into the kitchen, and picking up a nearby kitchen knife, he pressed it into his shoulder, only for the blade to bend and curl, before getting anywhere close to piercing his skin. “Holy shit.” “I wonder if I can take a bullet now?” “Not that I would really like to try, but I did eat some strays earlier, and people may not appreciate that.”

With his thoughts going a million miles an hour, someone began banging on his front door. Startled, he rushed to the door, and looked out the window. Standing at his front door was a stunning five foot eight petite blonde woman, searching through her purse for a key. “Shit, its Kristina, why the hell is she here!” working up the nerve to speak to the wife that had left him at his most vulnerable, he manned up and spoke, shouting through the door. “What are you doing here Kristina?”

The stunning blonde woman jumped as she was startled, not expecting the loud voice coming through the door. Putting her purse down, she spoke to him, “Your mother called me, she said everyone has been trying to get ahold of you since yesterday, and no one could.

Your brother and his family are having an emergency and everyone wants you to be there. I told them it didn’t concern me, and how they shouldn’t expect you to be there for your bastard brothers, or their shitty family's, but she kept calling until I at least came by and talked to you.

I knew you wouldn’t answer my calls, so I just came over, are you going to let me in or not?” Waiting for a second, John responded, “No” “And you of all people know I don’t give a damn about their lives anymore, they have shown, time, and time again, that they don’t care about mine.”

Kristina stayed at the door for a while, thinking, finally turning and walking back to her car, as he turned to walk back to the kitchen. Picking out any remaining food from the cabinets, he realized, he didn’t have any food left at all. Thinking of what he should do, he suddenly heard the door click and unlock, seeing Kristina walk in.

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Dashing to the door, he slammed it behind her, before she could get a full look at him. Finally getting a full view of his new, massive frame, and extra fingers, she began to scream as he grasped ahold of her, putting his palm over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Terrified, she looked at him like how a cornered mouse would look at the snake.

With his mind now racing, he panicked, looking at his ex-wife in his grasp, he asked, “What the hell is wrong with you?” “Why would you just barge in here, after I specifically didn’t answer the door?” “Damn it!” Seeing Kristina wiggling and trying to speak through his thumb, he lowered it slightly, letting her speak. “What the hell happened to you Johnny? I don’t give a damn about your shitty family, but you know you mean the world to me, no matter what, why didn’t you call me?”

Seeing the concern and worry in her eyes and voice, he relaxed my grip, setting her on the couch. Slowly, Explaining the circumstances leading up this moment, he finished the story by explaining what had happened when he met his brother, and family outside of the grocery store, and how unimaginable hunger assaults him if he goes too long without eating, driving him mad.

Finally done listening to the strange and horrifying story, and examining his new physique, Kristina took it all in and began uproariously laughing. Confused, he waited until she was finished, at which point she came up to john and kissed him deeply, “The reason I left you was because I couldn’t stand watching your family destroy you, over and over.

I had to stand there, and not say anything, when your brother gave you all that, “Help” with your business, giving you loans when your father passed. I remember, he acted like he was mother terresa, and reminded you over and over how kind and great he was to give you the loans, as he collected your signature on the dotted lines.

I also remember the horror, when we realized, he had been using the money that you were already supposed to be getting from the rent of the house that was left to you. He lent you, your own money, and charged you for it. I know it wasn’t your fault, but seeing you used, and crushed, over and over. I couldn’t do it. I loved you too much to see you hurting like that.”

They spent the next few hours conversing on what they should do next, and how they should move forward. Oddly enough, the death of the, hell spawns, didn’t really seem to affect Kristina, and hearing of their demise, it only left her laughing and cheering him on.

Thinking things through, it made perfect sense. She had always been faithful, and loyal to a fault. She was the type that would rather get her leg cut off, than have you suffer a cut. This most likely stemmed from how she was raised. Growing up, her birth parents were alcoholics and drug addicts. Not being able to, nor wanting to, take care of her, she was left to her grandparents, who stepped in and raised her.

They were not overly cruel or mean, but there was much left to be desired in the house. Growing up, she was never allowed to call them mother or father, and was always alone. Her grandparents did impart an important life lesson on her though, if you love someone, then you should stick up for them and protect that love with your life. Her grandparents had a long, and prosperous marriage, still going strong to this day.

Finally finished with the plans, john told Kristina, “I am out of food here, and need to find meat soon, before the hunger comes back” Listening to his words, they made a plan. Kristina ran off to a U-Haul rental company, and rented their largest moving vehicle. With that done, she pulled up next to the house and backed into the garage. Exiting into the U-Haul, she began driving off onto the road. She drove for hours, until it grew dark, and john could no longer take the hunger pains any longer.

Knocking on the divider, she pulled into solitary dirt road. After another half an hour, John was already frothing in the mouth from hunger. Opening the shudder, he barreled out into the knight sniffing the air. Smelling a strange smell in the air, it was not an amazing, or endorphin making smell, but it did still smell good. Looking around and listening, he began hearing the squealing of pigs and smelt their blood and meat.

Barreling off into the nearest pen, he pulled the cast iron railings and pen out of the ground, and crumbled them up like a cheap piece of paper. Shooting into the pig pen like a cannonball. SQUEEEEE!!! SQUEEE! SQUEEE!! Hundreds of pigs began screaming in fear and panic. Half an hour later. The pig’s pens were no longer noisy, and John came back to the U-Haul, with a massive protruding gut, and carrying a few dozen pigs for the road.

Stepping onto the U-Haul, and dumping the meat inside, he turned to Kristina, bloody and disgustingly dirty, and asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Smiling, she leaned in and kissed him on his blood soaked mouth, answering, “Till death do us part.”