"I'd better bring you to my little brother. He'll enjoy having such a cute toy like you." At the sound of those words, Ramone turned and ran as fast as he could, a futile gesture, given the size of the giant before him.
"Hey, where are you going, little guy?" Largo asked, bending down and picking the smaller teenager up. Grabbing him by the waist, Largo brought Ramone up to his face. "Yeah. I believe you'll make a fine toy for my brother.
"Please," Ramone pleaded. "I'm not a toy; I'm a human being."
"You sure look like one," Largo responded. "Plus, you weigh about the same as one of my brother's toys." He paused a moment, contemplating. "Yep. It' official: You're gonna be a toy." He gripped Ramone a little tighter as he started walking towards his home, his basketful of fish easily held against his hip as he walked.
Ramone watched as they approached Largo's house. Actually, after looking around, it was more of a burgeoning community. Averaged-sized homes dotted the area, with every other home lined with a white-picket fence. Various animals, each giant to little Ramone, sat or played in their respective yards, as children as large, if not larger, than Largo, played baseball in the middle of the street. There were no adults that Ramone could see, only giant, muscular children playing or reading a book or doing something else to occupy their time. It was just like "Lord of the Flies."
...You know, if the characters in "Lord of the Flies" had the resources to develop their own functional cul-de-sec neighborhood.
"Here we are," Largo said, as he opened the front door of his house. He walked in the kitchen and placed the fish on the counter. "Tommy! I got somthing for you!" Largo yelled to his brother upstairs.
A few seconds later, Ramone could hear a loud rumbling coming from one of the rooms upstairs. Someone was running down the stairs, everything in the house seeming to shake as he ran. Soon, a figure emerged, walking up to Largo.
"Yeah, what is it,Largo?" the younger child asked.
"I found this lying on the shore." He extended his hand and Ramone looked up at the boy. He had to be around 13 or so. He was roughly the same size as Largo, give or take five feet or so. Well, five feet to Ramone, just a couple of inches to the two boys. He was wearing a Gap t-shirt, the fabric stretched to its limit. The shirt hid the wide and dense musculature of the kid's shoulders. His chest jutted outward, hiding a pair of pectorals that would put any professional bodybuilder to shame. His arms were massive, though, thanks to the shirt, only a small portion was visible. Still, thick forearm muscles, roughly the same size as Lee Priest's, snaked up to his wrist.
"Cool!" the boy said, plucking the small teen from his older brother. "Who is he?"
"Just some guy who washed up on shore today, I guess. I decided you can have him."
The boy smiled, as he walked back to his room, looking down at his new toy, smiling. "You and me are going to have o much fun."
Ramone froze in fear, not knowing what was in store for him.
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