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As WHAM!’s incredibly popular “Wake me up before you go-go” erupted from Amadeus Cho’s alarm clock, the young Korean teenager let out a soft tiresome groan. No matter how many times he awoke at this early hour, he knew that he’d never get used to the pain that it constantly brought him inside. His vision still blurred slightly from his drowsiness, Amadeus struggled to prop himself up from where he had been led on his keyboard, only to swear silently to himself when several keys came with him, stuck to his face. Groaning, he stretched his arms about above his head, as he stifled a yawn, before wiping away the keys, with them clattering back down onto the table. He felt weak. Tired. Most of all, his head, and brain, ached. Just a typical morning really.
Coffee. That was what he needed. Something to get the mental juices flowing in that big heads of his. Rattling his brain, he glanced up towards the kitchenette and the coffee maker on the side, before looking back down at his keyboard. His fingers instantly began to dart about across the keys, a task made difficult due to the fact that some of them weren’t even attached anymore. With one final click of the mouse, the computer accepted the macro, causing the coffee machine across the room to activate at once.
Happy due to the fact that his salvation was quickly on the way, Amadeus rose from the seat where he had been sleeping, only to find himself overcome by intense pain all around his body. As he made a mental note not to fall asleep in front of the computer ever again, he continued with his morning stretches. It was during this that the young man’s eyes landed upon a spilled flagon of ale on the floor. Once more his spirits deflated.
Hercules was born the saviour of the Gods and mankind. Known as the Prince of Power, Hercules is one of the strongest beings in existence, an Olympian God and a modern superhero recognized throughout the world for his might. He has been a champion of mankind since ancient times and continues to defend the world in the modern age. That is, when he isn’t going around getting drunk and seducing as many people into his bed as humanly possible. He had come to Amadeus a few months ago now, intent on helping the boy on his adventures. Oh course, like any regular semi-intelligent person would have been, Amadeus was extremely confused as to why. Why on Earth would an Olympian help him of all people? He later discovered that it was because the Goddess Athena was interested in him or some garbage. The thought unnerved Amadeus, although for the time being there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Regardless of why he was here though, the two had quickly grown close, with the young man often finding the Olympian’s antic to be somewhat hilarious.
Of course, like with now, that wasn’t always the case.
He marched forward toward's the Olympian's quarters towards the back of the RV, intent on giving the ex-God a piece of his mind. Upon spying the shut divider however, Amadeus instead decided to hold off. Who knows what sexual horrors would await him in there? Hercules certainly wasn’t alone. The sounds from last night had proved that. So did the multiple sets of clothes that seemed to litter the entrance to his room. Amadeus shuddered in disgust, before turning his attention elsewhere.
Elsewhere came in the form of the weapon’s table. The weapon’s table was exactly that; a table in the back of the RV covered in weaponry. There were gleaming swords, blood-stained hammers, as well as razor sharp battle axes. It wasn’t entirely weapons of this caliber either. Machine guns and rifles also made up a huge part of the pile, as well as pistols, crossbows, and even a series of grenades and explosives. It was ever homicidal murderer’s dream. There was even a minigun! That wasn’t even the center piece however. That prize came in the form of the beautiful golden mace that sat towards the front of the table. It was Hercules’ own personal weapon, forged by the Olympian Hephaestus as a replacement for a wooden club he had favored during his time as a mortal. It was as deadly as it was beautifully crafted. Amadeus wanted nothing more than to have his play with the thing, although the big guy always gave him a big resounding “No.” Still though, the temptation remained, with it growing stronger by every waking minute.
Thankfully, today wouldn’t be that day, as a small beep from behind Amadeus caught his attention; his beverage was done. Barely managing a smile, he wiped his eyes once more for a couple of seconds before grabbing his trusty travel mug and moving himself across the room. He took a gulp of the magnificent liquid as soon as he had filled his mug, intent on getting that oh so satisfying buzz.
As the caffeine hit him, he let out a cool, relaxed smile. The drink had certainly done the trick, with his brain returning to feeling as spectacular as ever in a heartbeat. As such, his eyes widened in realization, with Amadeus remembering as to why he had set that blasted alarm in the first place. Grabbing a protein bar off the counter, as well as his customized Nintendo 3DS from next to his laptop, he set off.
Opening the RV’s door, Amadeus watched happily as Kirby ran out in front of him, tail wagging and tongue dangling cheerfully out of his mouth in the morning air. His pet coyote must have awoken when he had, with Amadeus simply not noticing due to his tiredness. He looked on for several seconds as the coyote sniffed around at the Arizona air, before shuffling off past their makeshift campsite towards the bushes and disappearing into their depths. Once Kirby was out of eyesight, Amadeus decided that he too should get down to business.
Striding forward, he set off down a dirt trail, taking the odd sip from his travel mug every so often. Within a couple of minutes, he found himself emerging on an old worn out road, on the edge of what appeared to be the top of a cliff. Not fazed however, he kept going, quickly passing by the “Grand Canyon” display board without little more than a glance. He stopped as he neared the edge, preparing himself both mentally and physically for what was to come.
He took another swig.
Peering over the edge, he finally laid eyes on it. The entire reason they were at this dreaded tourist trap. There, sleeping at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, was none other than the government’s own escaped personal Frankenstein’s monster; American Kaiju.
Today was going to be a blast.
