Disclaimer:
The BioGuyverX Fan-Fiction is based on the Anime "Bio-Boosted
Armor Guyver" by Yoshiki Takaya.
I have to apologize my editor has quit so if you find
any Grammar or Spelling errors please forgive me. Remember; feel
free to e-mail me. I am always looking for tips, pointers or
ideas.
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Story 1: Birth Of BioGuyverX
It all started one Monday morning
when Chris’s alarm clock went off.
I roll over to hit the snooze
button, when I notice that the time was 7:30 a.m.
“Shit.
I never heard the first buzz.
I am going to be late for work. I have to be to work in half an
hour. Wow, this has never happened before.”
As I grab the towel off the
closet door and head for the shower, I murmur to myself,
“I am always on time!”
{Does one of those quick
10-min. showers}.
I get dressed really quickly.
I run down the stairs grabbing
my keys and book bag with all paperwork in it (skipping
breakfast, of course in the meantime). I jump into my cherry
black 1983 Chevy Camaro, throw it into reverse to back it out
the driveway – [THUMP. THUMP.
THUMP]
“Damn it, a flat.”
{Hits the steering wheel with palms of both hands}.
“It’s going to be one of
those days.”
I get out of the car and grab
all the stuff to change the tire.
20 minutes fly by. I hop into the car again.
Now I am on my way.
I’m doing about 80 M.P.H. down the
highway, trying to make up for lost time (you know, weaving in
and out of traffic, being a complete asshole).
After about 5 min., I get to
my exit.
I start to slow down, but I am
still skirting the off-ramp at 30 M.P.H. (10 M.P.H. over the
recommended limit).
I almost lose it in the curve,
but somehow I come out of it with a smile.
The stop light at the base of
the off-ramp just turned red.
“Oh man, I don’t want to
stop.”
So me, being the rocket
scientist I am, floors it.
I get halfway through the
intersection and [WHAM!]
(You've got that right.)
I was broadsided.
“Shit!”
As the car rolled to a halt, I
sit there a sec. and think,
“Any pain?
No?
Good.”
I undo the seat belt.
I get out the car and run over
to see if the other guy is O.K.
Up pulls a police car with all
lights flashing (whoever said there's never a cop around when
you need one?)
{Is now smiling}.
I think,
“Oh great.
Now I’m going to go to jail”.
I get to the other car.
I look in, push the airbag out
of way, asking, “Hey man,
you O.K.?”
I get a reply,
“Yes, I’m fine.
Where’s the asshole that
didn’t stop for the light?
I am going to kill him.
I just got this car
yesterday.”
I say,
“I’m sorry sir. It was me.”
He looks me in the eyes.
All I can see in his eyes is
the Wrath of God.
That’s when the police officer
walks up and ask for our driver’s license and registration.
I think to myself,
“Thank you.”
I handed him the info he asked
for.
The cop says,
“Mr. Winder, go stand over by your
car.
So I do.”
Now I am over by my car.
The cop is talking with the
other driver.
He appears to be O.K., walking
around and stuff.
Which pleases me to no end.
A half an hour passes and the
cop finally walks over to me, hands me my info plus two tickets.
One for running a red light
and one for speeding.
He then says,
“You need to appear in
traffic court at the date and time stated.”
I say,
“O.K.”, like the
dumb-ass that I am.
He also asks me if I need to
have my car towed.
I say,
“No, I can call my buddy.
He has an auto repair shop.
He can come and tow it.”
So I do.
20 min. later, the Camaro is
up on the back of my buddy’s tow truck.
He walks over and says,
“Man, nice job on the
car.”
I smile and nod my head.
He also says,
“The car will be at my shop.
Do you need a ride anywhere?”
I shake my head, not knowing
that my office is only 3 blocks away.
He
then says, “Call me later.
I will give you the bad news.”
So I start walking.
Five min. later, I get to my office
building.
I head up the stairs toward my
cubicle.
When I get there, my
supervisor is sitting in
my chair, waiting for me to get in.
His name is Alonzo.
Alonzo says,
“We need to talk.”
{Gesturing toward one of the
conference rooms}. When we get into the room, he closes the door
and says,
“Now why are you 2 and a ½ hours late
getting to work?
For the last 3 years, it shows
that you have never been late before.
So what happened?”
So I told him.
I get done telling Alonzo what
had happened.
The next thing he said shocked
the hell out of me.
He said,
“Since you are having a
really bad day, why don’t you go home and rest.” All at the
same time I thought, “YES.
NO.
How am I going to get home?”
I get outside my office and I wave
down a cab.
I tell him where I live and
where to drop off.
I step out of the cab and pay
the driver.
I walk over and pull the
garbage cans in from the curb.
I get up to the door, unlock
it and open it.
I get inside, take off my
shoes, and drop my backpack.
Then I go over and plop my ass
down on the couch.
I just sit there for about 10
min., reflecting on what has happened to me today, while I look
at the clock on the wall.
“Oh man, it is only 12 o’clock.
What am I going to do till my
brother Bob gets home?”
I look at the computer.
NO.
I look at the Nintendo64.
NO.
I look at the Sony
Playstation.
NO.
“Oh, what to do.”
I get up and walk over to the
anime video cabinet.
NO.
I look out he window.
“Nice summer day out.”
{A bike rider whizzes by}.
“That is what I will do.
I will go mountain biking.”
I run around the house, gathering the
stuff I need to go riding; backpack with water and granola bars.
I then run outside, open the
shed and pull out my bike.
Then I head for the trails.
2 hours later, I am riding up
the side of this hill and I hear this noise.
It almost sounds like someone
is whistling. But I know that there isn’t anyone
around. So I get off my bike and start looking around.
I look up just in time to see
something fly overhead and crash in to the ground at the base of
the hill.
I run over, hop on my bike and
down the hill I go as fast as I can.
I then get to this crater in
the ground, about 10-ft. wide, 5-ft. deep.
I look around.
There are small fires and
smoke everywhere.
“Shit.
What did this?
An asteroid?” Then, I notice this glint of light
coming from the center of the crater.
So I go over and investigate
to see what it is.
There, in the center of this
crater is an egg-shaped
thing.
I reach out to touch it; it
feels smooth to the touch, like fine leather.
I pull my hand away and all of
a sudden the thing
starts to hiss.
That was all I had to see.
I saw ID4.
I was on my bike and riding
away.
I get a fair distance away and
look back, there is nothing chasing me.
So I stop.
Now there I am standing in the
middle of the woods.
I just saw something crash
into the earth then start hissing. And I am now thinking about going
back there just to see, (you know what they say,
curiosity killed the cat).
“Ah, fuck it!”
I turn the bike around and
start heading back.
Every bone in my body is
shaking.
I get back to the crash site.
There are no aliens walking
around.
Now, that is a good sign.
I climb down into the crater
again and walk up to the thing, which turns out to be some sort of storage pod that has
opened into three sections.
Now each section has a
round thing sitting in
it.
I am standing in front of one
of them.
It just happens to be green,
my favorite color.
It’s round, about a foot in
diameter and has this shinny half orb in the middle.
There are 2 others.
One black, the other blue.
I bend down to take a closer
look at it, and the shinny
thing starts to flash and the thing inside the casing starts
to move.
So I take a step away.
And the
thing settles down. I
am wondering what this thing is, so I grab them and stuff them
into my backpack. So I can take it home and study them by
running some test on them. After I took the things the pod
started to melt away and reveal a
thing that looks like
a tablet with some funky writing on it.
I shove it in my bag as well.
{Meanwhile, elsewhere in the woods.}
There is a group of people walking
through the woods.
They are wearing blue suits
and helmets.
Now let me explain these
people to you.
They are foot soldiers for a
company called
Chronos.
Chronos is a company bent on world domination.
They have the ability to turn
a human person into a monster, which can shape-shift.
They are called
Zoanoids. A
Zoanoid has two forms.
It’s human form.
And their beast form.
If you know about the company
you would know that a
Zoanoid always wears a blue jump suit, well almost always.
There are many types of
Zoanoids, but I will go
into that later.
They were walking in a
straight line, about 10 paces apart.
One of the men say to one of
the other men that they should hurry up and find what ever that
was that came out of the sky. The leader of the group says,
“Don’t stop looking.
We will be out here all night
with flashlights, if we have to.
We have to find what ever it
was that crashed.”
Back at the crash site.
Now with the
things in my backpack, I am looking around to see if there are any
more strange things.
When I hear some voices,
“Man, we are never going to find this
thing and the boss is going to roll our head down the hallway. I
hope no one else found it.
I don’t want to have to tear
anyone apart today.”
Now I am thinking to my self,
“Time to go.”
I run over to my bike.
When this large, hulking,
ape-like creature with bat-like ears, razor-sharp fangs and
claws (later I found out that it was a
Ramotith type
Zoanoid.), drops
out of the trees, and lands right beside me, I start to peddle
my bike as hard as I can.
The
thing takes a swing at me, but he misses. Now I am riding my bike down the
hill, back towards town with this ape chasing me.
“Oh, what a day. I should have just stayed in bed
today and called in sick”,
I thought.
When the ape says,
“Stop now and I will kill
you quickly.”
The ape trips over a tree root
and falls. Well, I see this as a chance to get away and start
pedaling harder.
And that was the last I saw of
the ape.
Back at home.
I burst through the door yelling,
“Bob!
bOb?
BOB!”
Then, I wait for a reply that
does not come.
“Shit.
He’s not home yet.
It must be 6 o’clock.
And it is getting dark out.”
So I close and lock all the
doors and windows.
Then I turn out all the lights
except for the one in the basement, which can’t be seen from
outside.
I had laid the round
things out on my brother’s pool table. I arranged them in a triangle with
the tablet in the center of the triangle.
Then I took a closer look at
the green one again, and again, it started to move and hum.
So I backed away. I walked over to the black one,
bent down to take a look and nothing happened.
I did the same to the blue one
and again nothing happened.
I said to myself,
“Maybe the green one likes
me.”
It was another 3 hours till my
brother Bob got home, which put it around 8 o’clock.
He walks into the house and
asks, “Why are all the
lights out?”
I said,
“Bob, you are not going to
believe this, so I have to show you something first.”
I led him down to the round
things.
Bob said,
“Yeah, so they’re weird
Frisbees.”
I told him to shut up and sit
down and listen to what I have to say.
Then I told him about my day.
After I told him, he gets up
while giggling and says,
“Big apes, right?”
He walks over to the green one
and bends down to look at it and nothing happened.
Bob looks at Chris and says, “Nothing
is happening.”
I walked over and bent
down.
I expected it to move and hum
again, but it didn’t.
This time, the things sprang
open and shot out hundreds of little tentacles that grabbed me,
then it started to cover every piece of clothes and skin.
Then I could feel the
tentacles entering my body through every orifice.
I scream in pain, because it
is all I can do and I am not able to breathe.
The pain was so intense that I
blacked out…
Some time later, I felt like I had
just woken up from a nap.
But I am standing in the
basement of our house.
The room is totally trashed.
I said,
“What the fuck happened
here.”
(Now let me tell you
something.
I felt really strange, because
I could see 360 degrees around me and every thing was crisp and
clear, plus, I felt this surge of power running through me.)
I know that my brother was on
the other side of the wet bar, lying on the floor, shacking.
So I walk around to the other
side of the bar to see what was wrong and I said,
“Hey Bob, what happened here?”
Bob saw me, scurried backwards
until he hit the wall, when he started chanting,
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill
me!”
He had the look of total
terror on his face.
I took a step toward him and
he let out this blood-curtailing scream.
I jumped back.
He said,
“Stay away, you demon!”
Now, I was confused.
I looked at my hands and they
had this green armor-like stuff on them.
I ran into the laundry room,
passing the overturned pool table and the tablet and the other
two round things lying on the floor by the wall. The only reason
I know this, is because they where glowing.
Once in the laundry room, I
stopped in front of the mirror and looked at myself.
I saw the green armor all over
my body.
Then I screamed,
“Get this shit off me.”
The armor went away and I had
a sharp stabbing pain in the back of my neck, then it was gone.
I looked in the mirror again
and I was back to my old self.
I ran back into the poolroom
and back behind the bar.
I bent over to tend to Bob, he
cowered a little more, and I said
“Hey Bob, it’s me, your brother
Chris.
It’s Chris.”
After about 15-min., Bob was calmed
down enough to explain what had happened to me and the basement.
He explained that I was screaming in pain, then I just stopped.
He said that when I stopped screaming, I
went nuts and picked up the pool table and through it across the
room with no effort at all.
He said I overturned the couch
and the chairs.
Then he told me that when he
grabbed my arm, I punched him in the chest, knocking the wind
out of him.
He explained that at that
time, he knew I was not in control, so he hid behind the wet
bar. We started to clean up the
basement by tipping the pool table back onto it legs, flipping
the chairs and couch back over.
I cleaned up the broken
drywall and glass from the picture that fell on the floor.
Bob walked over and picked up
the blue round thing and it started to glow.
The next thing I know, he
through it across the room and dives behind the bar again. Then I here him say,
“No way, man.
I don’t want that stuff on
me.”
I go over and pick up the
round things and take them and put them in the tool storage
cabinet in the workroom at the other end of the basement.
Then I walk back to get the
tablet, to put it in with the other things.
When I grabbed it, then I got
a flash of information shot into my brain (I fall over with pain
grabbing my head.
I have just been introduced to
information overload.)
The pain lasted about 10 min.,
but I had a headache for hours.
I never went to bed that
night, because I was so pumped.
I mean, come on. I had all this information to
process. I explained to Bob that the tablet
was programmed to do 3 massive downloads. There is one download
for each of the round things.
The download gave me into on
what the round things where.
I told Bob that they are
called Unit G’s or Guyver Units and what they could do (as in
weapons, abilities, etc.,) and how to use it (which I planned to
practice the next day).
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