In My Mind

 

Inside the mind of Gregory Lucas

 

            I sit in front of Cassandra’s grave. The tombstone I made was greatly decorated with a rose. Fidget would have loved it, she was always like that, simple things were the most important to her. I used to call her my Black Rose. She was very calm and depressive, although I knew why. She was an orphan, matter of fact when I met her she just turned 17 and left the orphanage. She had barely any education; they could not put her through high school. And the teachers who volunteered there were almost worthless. I remember almost killing one after I learned why he was always teaching only girls.

            But she was too modest. Although not educated she was incredibly intelligent. Josh and I taught her higher math and other things of the sort, but she could never get a formal education. During that time I was only in my Pre Warrior form and Ira was still in the War Clan. We had barely any money. We stole most of the food and clothing we had. Because of my unit I was always teleporting into stores and taking food.

            I wish for only one day life was back to what it was. I was so happy in those days. My insanity was next to none and I had love in my life. Both things I am destined to lose at every turn.

            “Like it matters,” I say standing. “Warrior”. The organisms on my back open up and out wraps the guyver tendrils. My unit bonds different now, it wraps the organism and grows the armor almost instantaneously.

            I walk away thinking about the recent events. James has died; The Darkness is now on my list of things to annihilate. We have given the means to care for the Neo Guyver Gunslinger armor to the World Government. Josh and Amanda cried for a while, James may have been a perverted bastard but he was out friend. We battled hordes of Zoanoids together and destroyed cities in primal rage. Something we both enjoyed greatly. I’ve buried him at War Clan Island.

            Jarrod has begun getting very suspicious of me. Ever since I lashed out at Ira I have felt this. Although it doesn’t matter, I hate to see my only living relative mad at me. I have put him under my wing and the results are great. His strength has increased in the Guyver Armor and his fighting techniques have become superb, worthy of the name ‘Fighter Guyver’.

            Josh and I have completed the Space Station. It is made from Relic parts and Human technology. We have put a cloaking device on it as well to hide it from Chronos. Many of the children we have rescued are also on the station. Their families destroyed by Chronos and this damn war. I feel almost responsible for some of them.

            Millis Khan, the Female Zoalord, has also joined our ranks at the War Clan. I detected a scent of human love in her, pacifism. But she is willing to fight to rid of Chronos, amazing really. But I still don’t completely trust her.

            Relations between the World Government and me are weakening. I am beginning to wonder if I should not strip them of the armor and make a new breed with their units. But I promised Cassandra long ago not to. This is due to my attack on Ira, and my battle with XT. He is a powerful opponent that alien. But I have shown him my power, and he fears me, so I have no need to continue against that freak.

            I step inside my home on my island. Inside it is mainly wooden, I’ve kept it this way because Cassandra designed it. She loved nature and designed this home to look like that. But I really hate the wooden toilet seat. I keep getting splinters in my ass.

            I step inside to check on Albass, she has grown up much. She is now 12 years old. She has become quite a lady as well, her elf like features have become much more prominent, as well as her more female ones. Her hair has changed into a light blond and eyes have become blue. She has also asked me to teach her to fight. Which I did, seems this Zoachild is a natural in battle. She learned quickly and with deadly results. She has been a great help to me, without her I would have either starved or under slept myself to death. Once she displayed some Zoalord qualities to me when she fired a single Gravity Bullet, it pierced me in the gut and blew my stomach away sending me out of control. Luckily my unit has that Friend or Foe feature. Truly she is much like her father.

            But I fear something, what will become of me. I have only one purpose left, to destroy those who cause harm to the Human Race, and that is Chronos. I’ll destroy them, but I worry what will happen afterward. Will the Creators return and haunt us again with those evil experiments. The Jy-taki are coming in 6 months, and I don’t know how powerful they are. Alkanphal should be waking up soon; he will certainly help in the battle with them.

            “Seems the world is going to hell Albass,” I say stepping out of her room.

            I disengage the Guyver armor and sit down on my couch, the damn thing looks like a tree stump, and I always thought it was ugly but Cassandra loved it.

            “What is happening to me Cassandra?” I say picking a picture off the table. It shows me wrapping my hands around her neck standing behind her. She has her ankh necklace on and has the usual smile. That is what made me love her, that smile. It was like a drug to me.

            A tear falls from my eye, this has not happened in a long time. I hear a noise. I put the picture on my lap and see Albass standing in front of me. She has battered hair, she’s slept for a long time.

            “Are you okay,” she asks me? I have no choice, I smile.

            “I am fine, just thinking about the past,” I say. She sits next to me on the couch and grabs the picture off my lap.

            She looks down at it and smiles, but it is only half of one. “How much did you love her”?

            “More than you’ll ever know sweet cheeks”, I say. She sets the picture aside and lays back.

            “Where did you meet her”, Albass asks?

            I grin. “Josh and I used to be little trouble makers when we were younger. There was a little place called the Vampire Café, it was a coffee club that opened at midnight and stayed open until morning”.

            “Like that café you brought me to,” Albass says. I nod.

            “Exactly” I say. “She was there reciting a poem when we met. I left with her”.

            Albass smiles at me. “Like a story book”.

            I guess. Laying back I put my feet on the coffee table and sigh. Looking back is hard on me; it reminds me of times I tried to forget. I feel warmth fall on me. Albass has lain on my chest and is falling asleep.

           

            In the morning I am wakened by the smell of frying pork. Sitting my head up I notice something, I have a headache. My reflection in the television shows me why. I have a large bruise on my temple and lying on top of a stick caused it.

            “Damn Nature shit” I say tossing the stick through the wall and outside. Albass steps into the room in shock, “What was that”.

            “I was playing fetch,” I say standing up and rubbing my head. My hair is a mess and my clothes are torn.

            I walk into my room and open the dresser to fetch me some new clothing. But all I can find is a red shirt and a pair of old shorts with the logo ‘Black Sabbath’. Better than nothing I guess.

            Upon dressing I notice my guitar, it’s been almost a year since I last tried playing it. Wouldn’t be surprised if all the electronics are shorted and rusted.

            I walk out and Albass hands me a plate. “Gee, you slumming it” she comments. I give a growl and begin eating. “Hey caveman” she screams at me, “Use a damn fork”.

            I look up in the air to see a flying utensil at me. I grab it and bitch under my breath. There is no point in eating bacon with a fork, but I’d rather not get in a pissing contest, especially with an elf woman.

            “We are going to my home later on today Albass” I say shoving a piece of sausage in my mouth. I guess I forgot my manners, As well.

            “Really, I always wanted to see your house” Albass says.

            I hear a smirk from outside. The door opens and I see Jarrod. “Believe me girlfriend when I say it’s not much to look at anymore”.

            “Those three damn Zoalords wrecked the place” I say.

            “Oh please” Jarrod says sitting on the couch beside me. “You’re the one who shot the Pressure Cannon through the roof”.

            “The reason I did was because your dumb ass tried to fire a 9mm at a flyer. If I didn’t shoot it down it would have chopped your head off” I say upset. Damn kid knows less than I thought. Just like the younger one, a smart ass no matter what way I look at it.

            “Hey wench, get me some grub” Jarrod yells in the kitchen. He looks over at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. He thought it was funny.

            “You just signed your death warrant you dolt, you better bio-boost and run,” I say stuffing bacon down my throat.

            Albass walks in the room with a smile on her face. She steps up and slaps Jarrod across the face knocking him on top of me.

            “Damnit girl, I spilt my milk,” I yell. I toss the now unconscious brat off me and on the Coffee table shattering it.

            “Sorry” she says walking away. “I’ll make you a new one”. I kick my brother in the head for being stupid and sit down to my new drink.

            “You’re Zoalord side has been awakening hasn’t it girl” I ask?

            Albass grabs the table and drops her head. “Yes, I’ve noticed it too. I picked up a glass yesterday and shattered it”.

            I smile. “You’ll get used to it. I can care less about knocking that little bastard unconscious, but please don’t break my glasses”.

            Albass laughs. “No problem, I’ll try and control myself”.

            “Just like your dad” I say under my breath.

 

            Later that day I fly Albass to my home in the United States, or what is left of it. The roof has holes from lasers and gravity bullets, and the ground has been almost obliterated.

            “It was once beautiful,” I say walking inside. I have to revert my armor to clothes to walk in. I step into what was once my room. Inside is a ruined bed that has moss growing on it. Roaches and termites are the inhabitants of it now. Albass walks into the living room and sees a picture frame. When she clears the dust she sees an old picture of me. It is from when I was her age.

            “You were cute”, she says laughing at the picture. I grab the photo; it has me sitting in a grocery store racecar with Josh being a fool.

            “I wasn’t cute, I was a trouble maker. Everyday we were in trouble. I remember once we were picked up by the police and we sang the entire way to the truancy office” I say remembering the old days. This house brings many memories back, most good, some bad.

            I spot a wicker chest on the ground. I remember this. Opening it I see a treasure. Thousands of pictures from my life are bundled in this large chest. I see a set of binders underneath. They are my baby pictures.

            “My god, I haven’t seen these in years”, I say opening the portfolio.

            Albass kneels next to me. I first see a picture that is very familiar. It is Christmas, 1989. My little brother was only 4 years old and I was seven. I am doing a muscleman pose in my new spider-man pajamas. Jarrod is in the back showing off a new toy truck.

            “Oh my god you two were so cute”, Albass says smiling.

            I let out a moan and turn the page. “Ah, this day I remember. The first time I was hauled away by the police”.

            “What charge”, Albass asks.

            “Striking an officer, I was so damn mean. Hell, I still am”, I say. The picture shows me in a jail cell. I was 10 years old.

            “So you were a young delinquent” she says. I nod.

            The next picture is me at 14 just two years before I became Warrior Guyver. I am sitting with Josh and James at a picnic table.

            “We all stole James’ mothers car and drove across state for Christmas break. We were picked up two days after we got there,” I say remembering the good days. “Each of us we sentenced to 6 months house arrest and 12 hours community service. But it was worth it I think”.

            “My dad would have slaughtered me,” Albass says choking back a laugh. The next picture is of Josh, James and me out at a bar passing a cigarette around.

            “This was a good party. Josh and I threw a birthday party for James when he turned 18. He was pretty upset when we got his sister to strip at it. Everyone but him had fun” I say laughing.

            Albass laughs under her breath. The next photograph is of Ira and I. We are hugging going across a ferry together. “Josh took this picture. Those two dicks were stowaways on the boat and almost got deported when they faked they were German”.

            The next page shows a picture I never expected. It has Cassandra and I sitting on a bench together. It is night, and the background is the ocean. I take the photograph out of the book and look on the back.

 

Hey Greg,

I guess you found my little secret picture.

I always thought this one was the best, somehow

it made me feel happy. A first huh. Since

you found this you might as well see my stash.

Look in your room under the carpet in the left

corner. The concrete slides off.

                                   

                                    Your Love

                                    Fidget

 

            “Cassandra” I say in a short moan. I toss the binder back into the chest and walk into my vanquished room. I rip up the battered carpet and look. The concrete is cracked along the edge of the wall. I stick a tiny bit of my forearm blade in it and toss the concrete away.

            Under the dirt is an old tin box. I pick it up, the case isn’t large. Inside there is a large bag and a ton of photographs. I open the bag and look inside. There is a comb with a light blue ribbon wrapped around it. Also a necklace is inside, her ankh. I remember she wasn’t buried with it. The pictures are various and all of us.

            Albass puts her hand on my shoulder. “I’ll go when you are ready,” she says before walking outside.

            I rifle through the pictures. One is of the Vampire Café, she wanted to buy it and make it open from 6pm to 6am. She also has a picture of her and I on the dance floor there dancing the waltz. She has her black dress on, but she seems also to have a black cloth wrapped around her. I am also dressed in a tuxedo, probably my armor.

            Another is us on a boat at night. I took my fathers boat out, he was deceased at the time. I was 19 then. Ira finally disappeared; she still loved me for some odd reason. Even after I almost killed her in blind rage. That night on the boat I proposed to Cassandra, and she said yes. We were to be married as soon as we could afford it. But she died a few months after.

            I remember that night; I still consider it the greatest night of my life. I was so happy then. Josh, James, Amanda, Alkanphal and Cassandra were all I had at the time, and I wanted nothing else. I even planned on hiding my guyver armor after I married Cassandra to prove I loved her more than battle. That was the first night Cassandra ever told me she loved me. I knew she did before though, only someone who loves you can hear you bitch and then help with laundry.

            But I always told her I loved her. Constantly. The next picture I see is one of her dressed in a type of lingerie, she always tried to get me interested in her. Although I had no need for sex, and no desire, she had one. To her it was the only thing she thought she could give me. I still don’t understand that, all I had to do was look at her and my heart would become putty. Possibly because she was abused at the orphanage for so long, and I know that it did not help one bit for her self esteem. See, I vowed to myself I would never let anything touch her. I protected her from everything. Nothing ever threatened her, and she felt she held a debt to me.

Another is of the day I bought her the wedding dress. She refused to have me steal money, so I did jobs my Guyver Unit could help in. Like physical labor and other sorts. And I worked very hard. She was beautiful in that dress. It was not the typical one as it was not low cut at all and it was more of a pearl white. Two things I expressed. I just converted my armor to do what I wished. But I barely ever showed my Guyver form to her. The day she first say me battle she was horrified and frightened of me. I calmed her but decided not to make her see it unless necessary.

            I close the box and put on the necklace under my armor.

 

            “Are you ready”, Albass asks looking at me stepping out of the house?

            I nod my head and make my guyver. “Let us go wake up your dad, I’m tired of taking care of you”.

 

Inside Philip

 

            Chaos is all we know anymore. Due to the increase we have had we have been able to reclaim some land from Chronos, but it makes no difference. Every battle we have is nothing more than a massacre.

            It’s been the hardest on Megan. Since Sean died she hasn’t been the same. I know she loved him, and she tortured The Energy Guyver for it. Eventually we stripped him of his armor and placed it on Jeremy Trent, and he is very good in the armor. But we found Peter, the Energy Guyver, dead a day later. His legs were torn from his body and a message written on the wall in blood said ‘SHE DID IT’. We all decided to ignore it, although I wish I never knew of it.

            I met Megan in Australia when I took a break. I found her cornered by the Hyper Zoanoid5 and was badly damaged. She was able to kill Thancrus and Derzerb but the others were too much for her. I killed the others with Head Lasers and a Pressure Cannon to Neo Zx-toles head.

            I can’t lie to myself. I love the girl, but she never will know.

            Dibblis has changed the Unit-G I gave him into two new Magnificent Units. One uses bio energy in ways we never dreamed. The other has whips instead of swords. And they can be charged into plasma whips for a short time.

            I fear something. Warrior Guyver has basically no contact with us and Megan is becoming difficult to handle. Warrior obviously knows what she went through. Thank god she is not as powerful as he is or we would all be dead by now.

            The Mutation Unit is a bat like creature that uses Sonics, as it’s main weapon. The Mega-Smashers power has been routed into the Sonic Emitters and they are as powerful as a Mega-Smasher. But they can cause severe damage to surrounding areas that are not affected as well.

 

Zertax Dominia

 

            I am Zertax Dominia, Leader of Chronos Battle forces and the supreme Zoagod. I am second only to Alkanphal himself and have been given the task of exterminating the Warrior Guyver by Hamical Balcus before the Jy-taki arrive.

            Chronos has gone into hyper mode. Due to the fright the Jy-taki is bringing everyone most of the Zoanoids have been put to sleep and only the Neo Hyper Zoanoids and stronger are still active.

            They are not as strong but easily made. And they have almost infinite amounts of energy. Very useful against the Guyvers. But at the level we are at now they are of little threat. Still, Alkanphal himself said to let them live for now. The Doctor and I have not figured out why, we are much more apt to destroy the Creator Warriors than they are.

            I have spent many months thinking to myself. My old life before Chronos created me. I was once an artisan. If I remember right I painted for the royal capital of England. I remember doing a portrait of King Charles long ago. But I still do not remember my name.

            I was married. Married to a beautiful woman named Marie. She always supported me. Even when I barely had money before I painted for the royal family she was with me. And she never took advantage of the money I made after that.

            I miss Marie.   

  

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