"Xander Unlimited" by Shadow Master aka Ryley Breen

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Disclaimer: This is to state that I do not own nor have I ever owned the rights to the anime series 'Final Fantasy Unlimited' or the TV series 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. I also do not own any of the other Anime or other shows that might show up in later chapters. I am not going to be making any sort of profit from this but rather I am doing this for the simple fact that I enjoy writing stories like this.

Note : This is just an idea I came up with while watching Japanese versions of the anime series 'Final Fantasy Unlimited' that I downloaded. It is just a compulsion I have to try and mix these two and depending on the response I get from you the readers. If I get enough positive reviews I'll continue with the next chapter but if I get absolutely nothing I will just let it die right there. This is just a warning to you the readers. AAANNNDDD now on with the story……

Xander Unlimited

Okay this can either turn out to be my one shining moment or my last moment! Xander thought to himself as he stared down the zombie O'Toole.

It had started as such a normal night or as normal as a night in Sunnydale can be given that it is sitting on top of a Hellmouth. He had started the day on a down swing with Buffy and the gang pushing him away from slayage in general under the guise of keeping him safe but he could tell that it was more because they didn't think he had anything useful to contribute. While the more emotional side of himself denied it he had to admit they had a small and perhaps biased point as far as what he could do compared to the rest of them. After all Buffy and Faith were Slayers, Willow was a witch, Giles was a Watcher and Angel was the Vampire with a soul. They all had something special and unique to contribute and there he was mister Joe Normal who was only really there because he knew what really went on at night in this town. It was in a way damage control from a certain point of view, keep all those who knew about Buffy's unique occupation under one roof and where you could control them. Tactically it was sound but it didn't please Xander one bit to think that perhaps that was the reason he had been allowed to stick around for so long. His more emotional side yelled that 'Giles wouldn't do that to him! They were friends!' but the more logical part of him realized that it was at least a possibility. Still he had come to believe over the past two or so years that he was a part of the team and as such had earned the right to fight by their side.

Still it was on all their faces if he took a hit during a battle or was humiliated at a time he was trying to be heroic. The look that said that 'Xander shouldn't be in this fight' or 'Xander's more of a liability than a help' and the more he saw it the more he had come to believe it. It was perhaps one of the reasons he had tried to make one last bid for a place in their inner circle by getting his hands on a set of wheels. He could be the wheel man, get them where they need to go in a hurry and provide them a quick escape if they got in over their heads. Unfortunately his choice of wheels led to them not taking him seriously and they all but laughed at this final attempt to be part of the team. It was then that he had resigned himself to the fact that being the knight in shining armor for the people that mattered the most to him was gone. It had been funny, despite all the inherent danger involved in the slaying he had thought of it as a kind of adventure straight out of a movie or TV show. Here they were, a real mystery Inc group, fighting the forces of darkness and all the things that went bump in the night with the only difference being that there was no old geezer in a mask. While the jarring pain helped clue him into the fact that it wasn't all fun and games he still wanted to help out his friends and fight the good fight. This morning they had cut them out of it because they didn't want him to get hurt and didn't think he had anything to contribute.

Strange how things wound up going in the exact opposite direction they wanted. he thought to himself as he watched the seconds tick off the bomb in front of him.

That's right he said a bomb. He had been out on a date with a young lady with a knowledge of cars and had been trying to look less than clueless with what she was talking about when he had accidently rear-ended Jack O'Tool's car. He had tried to talk his way out of it without seeming too unmanly in front of his date but had failed miserably. That wasn't to say that he wasn't busy for the rest of the night since Jack had apparently decided that the best way for him to pay off the date was to be his designated driver for the night. Things had gone from bad to worse when O'Toole had raised some of his old buddies from the grave as Zombies. He had run into Giles and tried to clue him into the fact that all was not right with him but Giles was so into speaking with some puff of light to really see what was going on and so the madness had continued. On the plus side he had managed eventually to get away from them and had the luck to pull Faith's hot buns out of the fire when he had spotted her being attacked by demons. She had repaid him with sex which was always a good thing as far as his adolescent mind was concerned but the experience was slightly soured by the fact that she had tossed him out in his underwear after she was done with him. That of course had left him with his mind spinning and trying to make sense of everything that had happened that night. This of course had led him to his current predicament which was staring down a ticking bomb with Jack O'Toole looking for a way to get the heck out of there.

"I know what you're thinkin'. Can I get by him? Get up the stairs, out of the building, seconds ticking away... I don't love your chances." Xander said as a way of dealing with the rising fear and anxiety although he managed to keep it out of his voice for the most part.

"Then you'll die, too." O'Toole retorted as if trying to make Xander run away so he himself could get out.

Raising his eyebrows Xander replied "Yeah, looks like. So I guess the question

really is... who has less fear?"

"I'm not afraid to die. I'm already dead." Jack growls in an attempt to show he was without fear but it was clear from his frantically jerking eyes that the opposite was true.

"Yeah, but this is different. Being blowed up isn't walking around and drinking with your buddies dead. It's little bits being swept up by a janitor dead, and I don't think you're ready for that." Xander replied as if stating something that should be perfectly obvious to anyone with a brain.

This thankfully gets Jack thinking which causes Xander to give a silent 'YES' in his mind as he realizes that he has gained an advantage in this battle of the minds. He just hoped that he would have time to celebrate later here on Earth rather than in the land of the hereafter as he looked back to the timer on the bomb. This proved to be a mistake as Jack took advantage of his momentary distraction to charge and punch him across the jaw which sent him to the ground but not thankfully to unconsciousness. Knowing that there was no one now who knew enough about the inner workings of the bomb to disarm it Xander could only get to his feet and wonder what there was time left to do. There was less than ten seconds left on the clock before the bomb would blow and while he was quick on his feet there was no way he was going to be able to get to safety in time. Not that he was going to leave Buffy and the others to fry when the bomb set off the gas pipes and anything else combustable. The only chance he had was to try and move the main bomb away from the barrels it was sitting on since he was certain that zombie boy had intended to use them to enhance the destructive power of the main explosives. If he could get the bomb far enough away before the big boom it would likely only take out a section of the school rather than the entire school and the Hellmouth with it.

Not thinking beyond the main objective of getting the bomb away from the basement Xander gathered up the bomb in his arms and ran out the door and up the stairs. He couldn't see the timer as it was mashed up against his chest at the moment but he knew he only had seconds to go. It was right about then that his mind caught up to the fact that he would have no time to get to safety even if he dropped the bomb right then and there. He was going to die. An uncharacteristic smile came over his face as he realized that no matter what his friends thought of him later he would die a hero just like he had wanted when he this roller-coaster ride first started. So when the bomb finally hit zero the teenager known as Alexander "Xander" Harris left this realm of existence content in knowing that he had saved his friends and went out the way he had always wanted.

Sunnydale, The Next Day, Giles' Apartment

Xander was dead.

That was the only thought that filled the minds of those gathered there as they sat in the apartment with silence being the only thing besides air to fill the space between them. They had known something had gone wrong last night when a sudden explosion had rocked the high school moments after they had completed the spell to close the Hellmouth. For a moment they had thought it a belated attack by the Sisterhood of the Jhe but they discounted this knowing that while some demons like Mr.Trick availed themselves of the various nuances of modern tech most stayed primitive. They had however known that the explosion would draw the authorities and had decided that if they wished to avoid becoming suspects in the bombing they had best leave. It wasn't until earlier in the afternoon that they had learned the truth as a member of the local police department had shown up. He had asked him if any of them knew an Alexander LaVelle Harris had any ideas why he would have been at the High School last night. It had taken them a few moments to get over the shock of the fact that Xander had been at the High School last night and settle into the shock that he had been involved in the explosion. Willow in a panic had immediately asked where Xander was and if he was alright as they all believed that if Xander had been involved in the explosion than he was likely near it when it went off. She wasn't trying to say that Xander was accident-prone or anything just that he had the worst luck. The look that the detective sent her way was answer enough and the red-haired wicca sank to the ground in tears as he long life friend was taken from her. As Buffy tried to console her friend she overheard the police officer saying that some time last night someone had broken into the school and planted a bomb in the boiler room. From the finger prints left at the scene they had reason to suspect one Jack O'Toole to be responsible for the bomb along with at least three others but that the accomplices were unknown as they had apparently substituted their finger prints for people long dead.

Giles explained that while they did not know why Xander would have been at the school the Brit was certain that the black haired teen had had nothing to do with the bomb or O'Toole. The officer then said that from the evidence at the scene it appeared that Xander had been trying to get the bomb out of the building but had been caught in the explosion when it went off. The man tried to console them by saying that given the size of the blast and the amount of heat involved it was doubtful that Xander had time to feel any pain at all before he died. As it was the only thing that told them that he had even been there was an arm with his fingerprints had been found at the scene apparently blown off halfway up the fore-arm. It was believed that the rest of his body had been cremated in the blast and the fire that followed which meant that any funeral would be a closed casket one. Seeing that he had said enough for the moment the officer said he would leave them to their mourning and offered his sincerest regrets.

That pretty much left them where they were now at the moment, the entire group just sitting there absorbing the information they had been given. Willow was still crying silently as Oz offered what comfort he could to his girlfriend as she mourned the loss of her childhood friend. Giles was sitting there with his glasses in his hand looking at the floor with empty eyes that bespoke of great thought. Most likely he was running through the events leading up to last night trying to figure out if there was anything that he could have done differently. As for what Faith was thinking that was a bit harder as the dark-haired Slayer had only been with them a few months so no one really knew where she stood as far as Xander was concerned. As for Buffy herself she berated herself for persuading the others to aide her in pushing Xander away from the gang. She should have known that he would find some sort of trouble to get into and without the rest of them around he would have no one to pull his ass out of the fire. After all this was Sunnydale and that meant that the only way to avoid its supernatural troubles was to leave town completely. By sending Xander away she had killed him almost as surely as if she had been the one to set the bomb herself. Now he was gone and all she had to remember him by was a Xander-shaped hole in her heart that hurt her worse than anything.

"Just like X to go out with a bang." Faith suddenly said as dragged her gaze across the group.

"WHAT!?!" Willow asked angrily as if she was about to lunge at the Slayer.

"Easy Red! I'm just saying that Xander was always the White Knight of this group so it only makes sense that if he was going to bite the big one it would be saving our collective asses." ,Faith said defensively as she tried to explain her earlier comment more clearly, "That's twice he saved me last night. Damn him for dying before I could get a chance to repay him!"

Giles looked up and asked "What do you mean 'twice'?"

"Last night when I went looking for the twisted sisters I ran into a group of them by the baseball diamond in the park." , Faith explained as she went back into the event in her own mind, "I was givin' as good as I got but if X hadn't shown up when he did I'd be inside several demons' stomachs right now."

"That's Xander for you, jumping in head first and damn the consequences." Giles stated with a smile proud smile.

"Xander never did know when to back off." , Willow submitted with a small smile, "No matter how many bullies used to pick on me when we were younger he never hesitated to stand up and protect me."

"Guess it just goes to show you that you don't need to be special to be a hero." Oz said in his usual stoic manner although Willow could tell that he too was grieving for their fallen friend.

In that one sentence was the one fact that Buffy had never really believed until just now. While she had known that there were normal folk out there who fought vampires and demons she had always thought that the ones they killed were just the small fry or fledglings and that the real big bads could only be handled by people with a little something extra. Xander's sacrifice however had proven to her that while she might be able to do more than the average person she was not better.

I can't change what happened to Xander but I can make sure that the monster responsible doesn't get away with it!! she thought to herself as she got up and grabbed a stake from Giles' desk.

"Buffy where are you going?" Giles asked with some confusion.

"Gonna find Jack O'Toole and deliver some payback." , Buffy said with a glare that made it clear just how determined she was right then.

"Buffy as much as I can understand your grief at the moment but this is not a supernatural crime and as such falls under the jurisdiction of the police." Giles point out as he put his glasses back on.

"Giles these are the same cops who think vampires are gangs on PCP!" Buffy exclaimed incredulously at her Watcher.

"Besides what are the chances that something supernatural wasn't involved? I mean this is Sunnyhell after all." Faith pointed out as she got up to join her sister Slayer.

"Point taken." Giles remarked before he and the rest of the group the late Xander had dubbed the Scooby gang set out to do the only thing they could still do for their friend.

Find the one responsible for his death and avenge their friend.

An Unknown Location, Time Unknown

Consciousness was a strange thing.

When you had it you took it for granted because it was always there but when you lost it in a particularly violent way it was hard as anything to get back. For Xander he knew he had lost it in probably the most violent way possible with an explosion but what puzzled him the most was why he was unconscious. He was pretty sure clutching a bomb to your chest when it goes off is generally fatal whether it be immediate or gradually in a hospital. Normally that sends a person to one of three places and two of those he had no interest in going while the third he was pretty sure he had earned a free pass into with the self-sacrifice he just made. If that was the case he should be awake and standing in one helluva line-up outside St.Peters gates waiting to be processed and shown his little patch of cloud. The fact that he wasn't left him wondering where the ol' Xander luck had dropped him this time and as if to answer the question he felt as though something had hit his leg. It was something that his mind had barely noticed, as distant as a memory, but it seemed to jump start the rest of his body as his senses slowly returned to him. The first was touch as he seemed to be laying up against a tree of some kind as if he had fallen asleep while enjoying a warm summer day. The next to return was smell as the aromas that assaulted his nose concurred that he was somewhere where plants were plentiful.

"What's wrong?" came the voice of what sounded like a little girl.

"A … A .. person …" answered the voice of a boy about the same age.

Have I landed in a park or something? Xander thought to himself as he felt the rest of his body begin to wake up with his ears.

"Is he dead?" asked the little girl curiously.

Deciding to prove otherwise Xander leaned forward with a groan as his aching body protested the sudden movement. Opening his eyes he saw that there were actually three people there: a girl dressed in pink with surprisingly hair of the same color. The little girl was clutching an older woman who looked to be more around his own age with black hair and dressed in some sort of orange dress in a style he had never seen before. Off to the right was the young boy he presumed was the one to trip over him. Behind them he could seem unusual buildings, ones that looked like apartment buildings in basic shape but seemed to be made entirely out of plants.

"W-where am I?" he asked with a voice so hoarse it was as if he hadn't used it in weeks.

This seemed to make them even more afraid before the pink haired girl said "That's our question!"

She has spunk. Kinda reminds me of Willow. he thought to himself.

"Did you get sucked into Neverland as well?" the girl asked.

"Neverland?" , he asked confused as he had never heard of an actual place by that name, "Is that a theme park or something?"

"Theme park?" the woman asked with a confusion that mirrored his own.

"Who are you?" asked the little girl.

"My name is Xander." He said with a slight groan as a sharp pain in his right arm.

"Are you hurt?" asked the woman who seemed to show genuine concern.

It was then that something seemed to catch the young boy's attention although Xander could not see what it was from where he was sitting.

"What's that?" the boy asked as the sound of some sort of mechanical humming began to reach Xander's ears.

"Looks like something we can ride on." Stated the young girl.

"You mean someone might be on it right now?" asked the boy looking at the girl.

"No .. there something dark about the energy flowing in that craft." , the woman stated with a wariness that indicated something was wrong, "It's not natural!"

Not natural? Does she mean demonic? Xander thought to himself before they all began to back away from him.

"A bomb?" exclaimed the boy with fear.

"Everyone run!!" yelled the woman as they all ran from him and presumably towards cover.

He tried to get to his feet but they were tangled in roots that he hadn't noticed before and that slowed him down considerably. Ripping at them as quickly as his sluggish limbs could manage he barely managed to get out of the small niche in the wall that he had woken up in before it was crushed by what looked like some sort of giant prism. Deciding he did not want to wait around to see what it did he turned right and ran for the entrance to a plant building and stood in the doorway. If nothing else living in California had taught him how to deal with disasters of the earth shaking kind and while this prism wasn't natural according to this woman. This turn out to be true as just as he finished his previous thought the prism exploded in a flash of white light that all but blinded him. When the light died and his vision cleared a giant mushroom was standing where the prism had been.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday." He murmered with a calm that he didn't really feel at the moment.

After all he was more used to dealing with things being more human sized so anything over ten feet tall was a little more than he wanted to face in this strange place. Then his mentioning of something strange obviously caused some higher being to up the ante a little bit as the front of the mushroom opened up at the point where the 'hat' met with the 'forehead' of the mushroom. What stuck out was an eyeball stuck on the end of a tentacle of some kind which proved that just when you thought things couldn't get any weirder they wind up doing just that. It seemed to look around for a moment but once it found what it was looking for the little circular brown spots at the bottom shot out from the body like battering rams smashing through anything in their path. He could hear some of the plant buildings collapsing near him but thankfully the building he was hiding next to seemed intact as the brown battering rams were reeled back into the mushroom's body.

The thing seemed to be tittering of laughter at the destruction it caused before it focused back on its primary target. Given that the only other people that he had seen so far in this crazy place was the woman and those two kids. He needed to get the fungus' attention to give them time to get away but how was the question of the day. Bringing up his right hand he was planning to yell at the thing and say something like 'hey slimey, don't you belong on a pizza' when he noticed something quite odd. Instead of a bare hand as he had expected there was a shiny golden cylindrical container latched onto his arm from his hand all the way up to his elbow. Eyes wide and jaw dropped he stared at this thing he had never seen before that looked like some kinda high-tech cast. Trying to flex the fingers on his right hand he could kinda feel them moving but when he tried to remove the cast it wouldn't come off. Movement from the mushroom caught his attention as something seemed to flip it into the air and away from the immediate area much to the tittering surprise of the mushroom itself. It landed with a resounding crash and lots of dirt tossed into the air with no sign of it getting up in the near future.

Well so much for that problem. he thought to himself as he looked back to the quandary that was his new accessory.

As he continued to look up his right arm he noticed that he had received more than the golden thermos attached to his arm. His clothes had changed from what he had been wearing back in Sunnydale and it kinda made him look darker than deadboy. From top to bottom he was wearing a cape of some kind a little high with the collar portion as it almost covered his entire mouth. Underneath was a black short-sleeved short and black jeans along with black combat boots to top off the whole ensemble. The only thing he thought was kinda cool was this red gun that looked like a cross between a hand-gun and the automatics he saw Col. O'Neil use on TV. How he had gotten those clothes he didn't know but for the moment it was better than nothing which was what the clothes he had been wearing probably were right then. Suddenly he felt a tremor in the ground coming from where the mushroom monster had landed and saw something he hadn't seen outside of Power Rangers. Just like in that kiddie show just when you thought that the monster was defeated it got super-sized and came back for more. Not long after he saw the kids and the woman run down the street in front of him and didn't even notice he was there.

Knowing that the mushroom wasn't going to be far behind Xander moved out of its direct path but followed it from a street parallel to the direction it was going. Looking to see if the trio were heading in any direction in particular he noticed that there seemed to be a sheer cliff-like drop off not far ahead. They'd be trapped if they didn't change direction soon but if they did the mushroom monster would catch up and then they'd be crushed. When he reached the end of the street he had been running on he didn't see the trio coming out of an alleyway so he assumed that they had just stopped dead at the edge of the cliff. He was about to use the red hand-gun to act as a distraction but before he could the mushroom monster slammed its fist into the ground and the screams of the woman and children told him they had been knocked off.

"NO!" he yelled as he rushed to a rock jutting out a bit from the edge to see if there had been anything soft like bushes or water to break their fall.

To say that it was a minor miracle that he found them hanging by a small handhold was an understatement. The kids were holding on for their lives trying not to fall and Xander hoped that the mushroom monster would move off now under the false premise that his targets had been killed falling off the cliff. It was not to be however as the mushroom monster leapt off the cliff and landed on the ground below with a boom. Xander knew what was going to happen next as the monster turned to finish off his prey and couldn't let that happen. However what he could do to prevent that with the red gun being too small to have a chance at having an affect.

"HELP US!!" came the plea for help from the young boy.

With those words all of a sudden Xander could feel something move in the golden cast that covered his lower right arm. Bringing it out from beneath his black cape he noticed that a clear circular lens suddenly light up and begin to rotate. It was then that his mind was assaulted with images he had no reference for and time seemed to slow down in order for him to properly comprehend what he was seeing. For the most part they were a blur but he could see some things but they made no real sense. He could see a woman with braided pig-tails hanging down the back of her head dressed in a brown duster, her face partially obscured by shadow. She seemed to be crying but whether they were tears of joy or sadness he could not tell without seeing her eyes. Then the scene shifted to a barren wasteland filled only with barren rock and dark grey ground and there was something coming at him tearing up the ground in front of him. The last image was that of a teenage male dressed entirely in white and grey cape and a dark grey crown with white hair and blue eyes. What made this scene different from the others was that a combination of emotions surged through him: grief, rage, and a need for revenge. Then it was all over and he was back on the edge of the cliff barely managing to remain still in face of the onslaught. Looking back at the mushroom monster he knew that he still needed to do something about it but this time however he knew what to do.

Bringing the cylinder to his chest he said "Soil, is my power!"

With that a set of propeller blades popped out of the cylinder and began spinning so fast that a noticeable wind began to flow. Once it seemed to reach its peak the propeller vanished and he extended his right arm out in front of him and watched in amazement as a green mist discharged from previously unnoticed holes in the side. When the mist disappeared something incredible happened to the metal object, it seemed to disassemble itself into itty-bitty pieces and whirl around his hand like a tornado with his forearm in the eye of the storm. Before he could try and ascertain what was going on the pieces of the metal cast began to reassemble but not into the shape it had been before. Instead it began to take the form of the mother of all guns straight from a sci-fi movie. It seemed to be made of four parts: first the hand grip which was supplemented by a brace around his wrist, second some sort of fish bowl containment vessel with some kind of black with red veins heart inside, third three places were the bullets were supposed to be placed and last a big three barrels arranged in an upside down triangle formation inside a solid gold case. As the process seemed to reach its conclusion the heart in the gun seemed to beat in time with his own and the drill that the propeller had sprouted from began to rev up.

"The Magun has thawed." Xander stated in a cold pointed voice.

The mushroom monster seemed to sense the power coming from the Magun and turned to face the new challenge.

If it's a challenge you want fungus boy I'll give you all you can handle! , Xander thought before declaring, "The soil charge triad to use on you has been decided!!"

Reaching to the leather belt that his red gun hung on and removed a bullet that contained a coal black like powder that was visible through the glass sides with gold bullet like components on either end.

"The origin of everything, Mother Black!" Xander declared holding it up for his target to see before flipping it like a coin into the bottom left slot of the bullet slots on the gun.

Reaching down again he removed a second bullet filled with a red powder that reminded him of the cooling embers of a campfire.

"That which burns everything, Fire Red!" Xander said holding the shell between his thumb and fore-finger.

Sliding it into the bottom right slot of the bullet slot chamber he reached down to what he knew was the bullet that would aide in combining the other two.

"… And finally the critical point for everything, Burning Gold!" he declared using a neat slight of hand trick to send the bullet into the air.

For a moment he was afraid that he was mistaken in letting the memories and impulses he had been feeling take control but the final bullet slid into place in the final available slot without trouble with the hole being closed up behind it. With this done his pulse accelerated in anticipation of what was to come and the black heart in the gun sped up accordingly as the drill began to pick up speed as if building up a charge that would fire the bullets. Taking careful aim at the mushroom monster he felt it was time to put the final nail in this things coffin.

"BURN! I Summon you! Phoenix!!" Xander yelled before pulling the trigger and was almost knocked off his feet as the Magun discharged.

He watched as black smoke from the discharge obscured the area directly in front of the gun before three comet like beams of light, colored similarly to the soil charges he had selected, emerged and headed towards the mushroom monster. Bringing up its right hand it tried to block the blast and when the two forces met each seemed determined to overcome the other. Eventually the beams disappeared and the mushroom monster was still standing and apparently unharmed. He was surprised when he did not feel any shock or anger that his attack had failed but he was utterly calm and seemed to be waiting for something. He didn't have long to wait as the mushroom monster seemed to go into convulsions and something seemed to be pushing against the inside of its skin as if trying to get out. Then with a surprisingly violent action it inflated like a balloon but it kept getting bigger and bigger and then just as it seemed as though it was going to exceed his estimation of its limit it exploded releasing a massive storm of fire. However order soon seemed to take over the chaotic storm of fire and the burning energy then took to the sky as it shifted into the form of a bird. With a quick flash of light it transformed and in the place of the fire flew a gigantic bird that could only be the Phoenix. With a beautiful cry that awed him it flew higher and higher into the sky until it seemed to break through some kind of glass roof made up of sky and clouds. For a moment it looked as though the pieces of the sky would continue to fall to the ground but suddenly they reversed course and repaired the hole the Phoenix had created to the point where it looked as though a hole had never existed.

When he looked down to re-examine the Magun, in order to fathom how such a artifact of technology could create something so wonderful, he was surprised to find it had somehow reverted back to its golden cast-like state.

"Amazing … " came the whisper of the little girl who had apparently climbed up with the others after the mushroom monster had been destroyed.

"That man … " added the black haired woman who stood to the girl's left.

"… Is like the wind." Finished the boy with equal awe.

Xander didn't know what to tell them. This was all so new to him both in where he found himself and what he now seemed to be capable of doing. This was nothing like what he had thought would happen to him when he had made that mad dash with the bomb up the basement stairs of the school. Obviously someone else had done this to him for some reason and until he met this entity all he could do was get along the best he could with his new circumstances.

A Short Distance Away

From behind some fragments of the prism that the mushroom monster had emerged from an unusual figure stood watching. It looked like some limbless stuffed toy but it was man sized with a white face mask possessing the simplest of eye and mouth slits. It had a black head piece on with what looked like horns extended horizontally from the top of the head and a green and red pattern on either side of his body with a black zig-zag line down the middle. There was no real way to tell who this person was or what his intentions were but it was clear that he had been observing the battle and seemed intrigued.

"Well it seems we have a new player in the game and he has inherited the infamous Magun as well!" , the masked being said with glee, "This promises to be most interesting indeed!"

to be continued…

I have been pondering making this a multi-crossover with Xander being changed as he travels. This will not be like 'The Lost Warrior" series. I hope it will be even more interesting with a completely different line-up of shows and games being a part of the series. Of course this will entirely depend on the type of response I get from you the readers. I figure if I get more than ten reviews from ten separate people then that will be incentive enough to continue with this story. C U Later!!