- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 57: Retrieval

(AN: Slightly longer chapter today, hope you all enjoy!)

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Bizarro collapsed to the floor, exaggerating his exhausted state, laying flat upon the dirt path below him, limbs splayed out like a starfish, he was done. The clone had been put to work by his 'older brother', "Get after him, don't lose him!" he had been commanded, the memory of his brother sent a few goosebumps across his arms, how he wished to please. Yet, he had been running all day, the green monster quicker and more determined, having lost its pursuer a while ago. The two had made their way completely outside of the metropolitan area of New Mombasa with little resistance, not many would or simply could do much to stop the giant anomalies barrelling their way through the streets of Kenya's capital. Now hours had gone by, Bizarro hidden by a thick treeline, a green hue as far as the eye could see as the sun began to descend, it also happened that the Goblin was even more so hidden.

Any notion that Bizarro may have been lost with no way of finding his way back was lost upon the man, rather, as always, he was dead-set upon his task, finding the green monster. Unfortunately, torrential rain hailed down upon the lush forest, drowning out most sound and putting the clone in a foul mood, but this did little to deter him from his mission. Bizarro double checked, triple checked and quadruple checked the entire area, lifting up every tiny rock to the largest boulder, thinking perhaps the Goblin had hidden itself underneath. Pushing his head underneath a slow-moving river, Bizarro screamed into the water, "GREEN GUY!" muffled, a few tiny fish flailing away in record time. A flash of light sliced through the ever darkening night sky, Bizarro flinching at the sight, unprepared for the sequential booming roar frightening the large man, covering his face in response. Yet, his mission kept returning to the forefront of his mind, his task the most important thing right now, but he had looked everywhere, every nook and cranny, Bizarro deserved a rest after all.

Slowing down slightly, Bizarro came to the peak of a steep hill amidst the forest, leaning over the side to peer over, the large man held himself upon a deep leaning tree, continually putting greater amounts of pressure upon the dying trunk. Expectantly, a thick crunch drowned out by the compounding downpour, followed by a much louder crash as the large man tumbled, head first down the sheer drop. After a few moments of rolling, Bizarro eventually collided into another tree, his legs held up in the air, upside-down, attempting to analyse his surroundings, though the change in perspective perplexed the simple man. Soon righting himself, Bizarro roughly rubbed his temple, grumbling under his breath, "Brother not be too happy 'bout this..." the thought of disappointing the Doomsday building. A second ray of light tore through the darkness, a crash soon after once again scaring the oaf, what an awful day... he thought to himself.

Moping, the large man slowly walked up towards a steep pile of rocks, a steep-cliff face surrounding the area, granting it a protective veil of stone. Attempting to not slip upon the ever wet ground below, Bizarro made his way towards the edge of the sheer drop, rain assaulting his whole body. Where could green monster have gone? Bizarro thought to himself, he had been following him exactly until only an hour or so ago when he had evaded capture, the thought kept the large oaf constrained in his childlike sulking. A rapid streak of light erupted across the night sky, Bizarro turning his head instinctually this time in preparation for the crash of thunder, yet upon turning his head he was greeted with a sight that he didn't expect. A few feet away, a small enclave had been burrowed into the rocky cliff-face, a small cavern just deep enough for someone of Bizarro's size to fit inside. A hard grimace appeared from within the cave, a sharp chin and coarse features found similar surprise upon making eye-contact with Bizarro, shooting upwards in surprise. A slowly growing grumble from within the small inlet frightened the man more so than thunder ever could.

Yet the quick motion, coupled with the wet terrain, and Bizarro's haphazard disregard for carefulness as the large man soon tripped, falling head-first from the rocky outcrop. Bizarro held his eyes closed, he didn't see exactly how far the drop below was but it was sure to hurt, waiting a few moments for the drop, only to feel stationary, a tight clamp around the bottom of his leg. Opening a single eye, followed by the other, the large man was confused, his expression illustrated candidly. Once again peering upside down, the large Goblin man had raced over quickly, a strong arm held out firmly, keeping Bizarro in place. In a fluid motion, the Goblin attempted to put down the stranger as carefully as possible, though it didn't translate well as Bizarro fell into a heap next to the monster. Scratching his head, he couldn't really comprehend the gesture but the large green man seemed to almost hold an apologetic expression held behind the tough visage.