Metamorphosis
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman Beyond. I own Kyle and his family, but besides the storyline, I own little else of or in the story.
Summary: When a new student is injected with a new splicing formula, Terry has to keep things under control.
This is a rewritten version of 'Changes'. I removed that fic and it's continuation because they turned out awful. Also, there will be more changes than the name… Anyway, for those keeping up with my Digimon fan fiction, it turns out Machinedramon cheated the bet, so I can change the storyline. I'm not sure if I want to now, but it must be done…
Prologue
"Kyle, I know you aren't fond of Gotham, but I need to live here to get the job at Foxtecha."
"Assuming we live that long here…"
"Kyle, this isn't where we're going to live. I'm just lost at the moment."
"Oh. For a second, I thought you lost your marbles driving through the worst part of the city…"
"You're acting like you know your way around here."
The blue haired teen pulls a printout map from his pack. He opens it, and it reveals that he's marked the different areas in advance. His blue haired mother is a little surprised.
"You made out a map?"
"Not important. Where's our home?"
"Near your new high school."
Kyle looks over the map with his green eyes. He seems a little worried about something for a few minutes.
"Whew. According to what I printed up, our home should be in a gang's territory."
"Gangs?"
"The internet sources say that the two worst gangs are the Jokerz and the T's. The two hate each other, but I think we're safe as long as we're careful."
"You're as resourceful as your father, you know that?"
"Yeah. I have a question. Why is our hair blue?"
"I was young and wild about dyed hair before you were born. I learned later the dye tampered with genes to make it permanent. By the time I thought of using the stuff to make our hair normal, they banned its use."
"So how come the hair that's not on my had isn't blue?"
"It is, but it's a very faded shade."
Kyle looks at his arm for about a minute.
"I never noticed the blue."
Both remain silent for a few minutes before Kyle's mother parks in front of a three-story home.
"We're here."
Kyle whistles at the house. He never expected something that looked that fancy.
"Wow. How could you afford such a home?"
"Foxtecha gave us a moving grant."
"W-O-W!"
Kyle goes to the door, and opens it. The moving men are still unpacking their things. Kyle digs around through a box until he pulls out a modern version of a Walkman. He digs around some more, and pulls out a bag with some music discs in it, and a watch he pieced together from a few things. It had a built in compass now.
"Kyle? Where are you going?"
"For a walk. I want to see the new school."
"You were the one worried about hoodlums."
Kyle pulls a stun gun out of the box.
"That's why I put a stronger battery in this."
Kyle puts the stun gun in his pack, and walks out the door for a walk.
"Geez. I can't believe Spring break is almost over."
"Get used to it, Terr."
"Hey Max, do you know anyone interested in dyed hair?"
"No, why?"
Terry points at a blue haired teenaged guy in a white shirt and blue jeans looking at the high school. He also seemed to be listening to something on his Walkman. Terry and Max walk over to him, but he doesn't hear them. Then Terry taps his shoulder. That was a mistake, because the new guy is a little high strung. He quickly jumps back, takes a stun gun out of his pack, and zaps Terry. Terry falls to the ground before the guy turns his Walkman off.
"… Opps. Sorry. I'm still a little edgy over the move."
"Why did you zap him?"
"I thought you might be Jokerz."
"They don't normally come around here." Terry said as he struggled to get up.
Kyle began to inspect his stun gun.
"Something's wrong here. That should have knocked you out cold."
Kyle opens the battery pack on the defensive weapon. He finds that the battery is loose. He pushes it into place, and closes the pack.
"There. Anyway, I'm sorry about the free shock therapy."
Terry gets up as Kyle puts the stun gun away.
"No problem… * coughs* Just look before you fry someone with that thing."
"I will… Still, something about my new high school has me on edge."
"Wait… This is your new high school? This is our high school."
"Really? That helps a little. The name's Kyle."
"Terry. This is Max."
"Hi." Max said.
"I should start tomorrow. Maybe you can help me find my way around."
"Okay."
"Bye."
Kyle walks off, turning his Walkman on as he goes. This time, he doesn't use the headphones, and the song can be heard.
"…And they say that a hero will save us, I'm not gonna stand here and wait~ I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles, watching as they all fly away~."
"That guy sure likes his older music."
Kyle was passing an alley, when he thought he heard something. He turned his Walkman off. Besides, he didn't want to irritate more people. Kyle looked into the alley, and saw no one. He started on his way again, when someone grabbed his from behind, covering his mouth with a rag soaked in some chemical. He passed out…
Kyle woke up in the alley. He quickly checked his belongings, and was upset when nothing was stolen. If something were taken, he'd feel safer. No one would knock a person out for no reason. He looked over his body. No cuts or bruises to his knowledge. He felt through his blue mullet, and felt nothing except his hair.
'This is odd.'
Kyle forgot about it, and went home. He was unaware of three figures hiding in the shadows of the alley.
"Did you do it?" Asked a thin man.
"I'm sure." A big man responded.
"For the record, which DNA did you use with the new formula we were testing?" A teenaged girl asked.
"The one in this vial." The big man said as he handed the vial to the thin man.
"YOU FOOL! We were going to sell this back to Foxtecha for money. Now it's stuck in him, and we can't sell it now. The sample can't be separated from him with our current equipment." The thin man shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." The big guy responded.
"How long does the new formula take to work?" the girl asked.
"I'm not sure, but it's a great deal longer than the old one. Still, this serum is permanent."
The three figures continued to talk, as Kyle was getting ready for bed. He got into his bed, and began to wonder what happened in that alley…
Better start, isn't it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman Beyond. I own Kyle and his family, but besides the storyline, I own little else of or in the story.
Summary: When a new student is injected with a new splicing formula, Terry has to keep things under control.
This is a rewritten version of 'Changes'. I removed that fic and it's continuation because they turned out awful. Also, there will be more changes than the name… Anyway, for those keeping up with my Digimon fan fiction, it turns out Machinedramon cheated the bet, so I can change the storyline. I'm not sure if I want to now, but it must be done…
Prologue
"Kyle, I know you aren't fond of Gotham, but I need to live here to get the job at Foxtecha."
"Assuming we live that long here…"
"Kyle, this isn't where we're going to live. I'm just lost at the moment."
"Oh. For a second, I thought you lost your marbles driving through the worst part of the city…"
"You're acting like you know your way around here."
The blue haired teen pulls a printout map from his pack. He opens it, and it reveals that he's marked the different areas in advance. His blue haired mother is a little surprised.
"You made out a map?"
"Not important. Where's our home?"
"Near your new high school."
Kyle looks over the map with his green eyes. He seems a little worried about something for a few minutes.
"Whew. According to what I printed up, our home should be in a gang's territory."
"Gangs?"
"The internet sources say that the two worst gangs are the Jokerz and the T's. The two hate each other, but I think we're safe as long as we're careful."
"You're as resourceful as your father, you know that?"
"Yeah. I have a question. Why is our hair blue?"
"I was young and wild about dyed hair before you were born. I learned later the dye tampered with genes to make it permanent. By the time I thought of using the stuff to make our hair normal, they banned its use."
"So how come the hair that's not on my had isn't blue?"
"It is, but it's a very faded shade."
Kyle looks at his arm for about a minute.
"I never noticed the blue."
Both remain silent for a few minutes before Kyle's mother parks in front of a three-story home.
"We're here."
Kyle whistles at the house. He never expected something that looked that fancy.
"Wow. How could you afford such a home?"
"Foxtecha gave us a moving grant."
"W-O-W!"
Kyle goes to the door, and opens it. The moving men are still unpacking their things. Kyle digs around through a box until he pulls out a modern version of a Walkman. He digs around some more, and pulls out a bag with some music discs in it, and a watch he pieced together from a few things. It had a built in compass now.
"Kyle? Where are you going?"
"For a walk. I want to see the new school."
"You were the one worried about hoodlums."
Kyle pulls a stun gun out of the box.
"That's why I put a stronger battery in this."
Kyle puts the stun gun in his pack, and walks out the door for a walk.
"Geez. I can't believe Spring break is almost over."
"Get used to it, Terr."
"Hey Max, do you know anyone interested in dyed hair?"
"No, why?"
Terry points at a blue haired teenaged guy in a white shirt and blue jeans looking at the high school. He also seemed to be listening to something on his Walkman. Terry and Max walk over to him, but he doesn't hear them. Then Terry taps his shoulder. That was a mistake, because the new guy is a little high strung. He quickly jumps back, takes a stun gun out of his pack, and zaps Terry. Terry falls to the ground before the guy turns his Walkman off.
"… Opps. Sorry. I'm still a little edgy over the move."
"Why did you zap him?"
"I thought you might be Jokerz."
"They don't normally come around here." Terry said as he struggled to get up.
Kyle began to inspect his stun gun.
"Something's wrong here. That should have knocked you out cold."
Kyle opens the battery pack on the defensive weapon. He finds that the battery is loose. He pushes it into place, and closes the pack.
"There. Anyway, I'm sorry about the free shock therapy."
Terry gets up as Kyle puts the stun gun away.
"No problem… * coughs* Just look before you fry someone with that thing."
"I will… Still, something about my new high school has me on edge."
"Wait… This is your new high school? This is our high school."
"Really? That helps a little. The name's Kyle."
"Terry. This is Max."
"Hi." Max said.
"I should start tomorrow. Maybe you can help me find my way around."
"Okay."
"Bye."
Kyle walks off, turning his Walkman on as he goes. This time, he doesn't use the headphones, and the song can be heard.
"…And they say that a hero will save us, I'm not gonna stand here and wait~ I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles, watching as they all fly away~."
"That guy sure likes his older music."
Kyle was passing an alley, when he thought he heard something. He turned his Walkman off. Besides, he didn't want to irritate more people. Kyle looked into the alley, and saw no one. He started on his way again, when someone grabbed his from behind, covering his mouth with a rag soaked in some chemical. He passed out…
Kyle woke up in the alley. He quickly checked his belongings, and was upset when nothing was stolen. If something were taken, he'd feel safer. No one would knock a person out for no reason. He looked over his body. No cuts or bruises to his knowledge. He felt through his blue mullet, and felt nothing except his hair.
'This is odd.'
Kyle forgot about it, and went home. He was unaware of three figures hiding in the shadows of the alley.
"Did you do it?" Asked a thin man.
"I'm sure." A big man responded.
"For the record, which DNA did you use with the new formula we were testing?" A teenaged girl asked.
"The one in this vial." The big man said as he handed the vial to the thin man.
"YOU FOOL! We were going to sell this back to Foxtecha for money. Now it's stuck in him, and we can't sell it now. The sample can't be separated from him with our current equipment." The thin man shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." The big guy responded.
"How long does the new formula take to work?" the girl asked.
"I'm not sure, but it's a great deal longer than the old one. Still, this serum is permanent."
The three figures continued to talk, as Kyle was getting ready for bed. He got into his bed, and began to wonder what happened in that alley…
Better start, isn't it?