Reno's Origins
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Due to an accident, Reno is told he won't ever be able to walk again. It isn't long, though, before he is told by a boy named Gohan that there is a temporary solution to the problem. Unfortunetly, there is bad news to come with it.
Before You Read...*sigh*
Okay. I know this is the third time I have written this story, but the first one was too quick and the second one had too much filler. This time, I will find a happy medium to go with it.
Also note, I have, yet again, changed the spelling of Rino's name. The reason of this is that I like my spelling better, like how I spell "Abbie" instead of "Abby", or "Howie" instead of "Howy". I just like this spelling better.
Also note (notice how I say "Also note," instead of just "Also"), I have changed my writting style AGAIN! Well, a writter needs to find how they create their own writing style to be successful. Everyone has a different style and I'm still switching around to find mine.
Please note (yay! no also!) that the poll on my account is connected to this story. So, please take the poll and let me know! The poll has to do with *~PARINGS~*.
Enough blabber and on with the story...FINALLY!
Chapter 1
Preface
"Stablizing biogenetic fluid. Engineering cells stable. Containment facility secure-"
"Biogenetic fluid stablized."
"Okay." The man placed his headphones onto the control panel and sighed. He looked up where a very large and muscular man floated in thick green liquid, clutching his knees to his chest. He stared at the monster, recalling exactly how he had gotten in there.
A large asteroid had hit near Metro City. When the police had gone to check it out, they found the man, dressed in clothes none had seen before. The hospital didn't know what to do with him and so the Ministry of Science agreed to aid to patch him back up.
That was several weeks ago. The man had yet to awaken. The Scientist wasn't sure what the Minister was thinking, letting such a large and powerful-looking monster into the facilty. They weren't even sure if the man was sane!
But, of course, his job was to keep an eye on the beast, not to throw his two cents into the matter. He turned on his heel and felt the room.
If he had looked harder as he left, he would've notice the young boy hiding in the crate that was behind where the man was standing once before. The crate had no top, and, therefore, the boy might has well been hiding in the open. But the older scientist hadn't notice the boy and that was all apart of his plan.
The young boy peeked out over the edge the crate, his deer-skin red hair camoflaging into the wall behind him. His sharp ocean blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean under the gaze of a full moon peered this way and that, clearifying he was the only one in the rather tight room. He jumped out completly, his undone jacket flying behind him, and set his books beside the headset.
He didn't care of the top book was halfway off the rest of the pile towards the headset; he just wanted to see what this newcomer looked like. He had heard so many rumors about the guy. That he was alien, that he would rip a bus in two. Perhaps even stronger then Astro, though he doubted it because he knew his friend all too well.
He swung his feet over the control panel, accidentally kicking the top book against the headset, pushing it foreward slightly, then falling to the floor. The boy shrugged and pushed the sleeves of his jacket over elbows, a rush of cool air brushing against his bare forearms.
The boy stayed as quiet as he could, tip-toeing his way over to the man's holding place. He climbed up a step onto a higher ledge surrounded by a railing except for the one place he had entered through, scanning the over-sized "alien" up and down. "Wow," he gasped silently.
Over by the control panel, the headset had fallen off the top of the control panel, sliding down the side and catching on a lever. It hadn't made any noise, so the boy was unable to hear it slipping off. He was too entranced anyway by the man. He was much larger then he had heard. He could've been eight, nine feet tall. His long, messy black hair waved in the fluid.
He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact the man was so large. Either the man played a lot of basketball, worked out a lot and took steriods, or he really was an alien. And maybe there really was other forms of life out in the galaxy. Not that he hadn't believed Astro's story about his adventure on Demois, but there had to have been proof.
And it was right in front of him.
The headset tilted slightly and the weight pulled down on the lever. At first nothing seemed to happen but the click of the headset smashing against the floor, catching the boy's slightly divided attention. He turned away to snap a glance at the control panel, where there was nothing behind of on the it, save his most of his books.
He sighed and his eyes slowly traced back to the monster. The man's eyes were half-open, staring at him with next to no interest. The boy gasped, recoiling into the railing. He felt a sharp pain dig into his right thigh. He winced and looked down breifly at the sharp metal that had he hadn't noticed dig into the back of his thigh.
The boy looked back up. He watched the man's gaze detainly look at the wound, watching the blood overflow and trickle down his clothes, soaking them like water. The man stared at the wound the boy stared at the man.
Nothing happened at first. Then, as though he remembered that blood was the reason of his exsistance, his eyebrow knitted together and released a loud yell. The boy yelped and tried to pull away, but the metal stuck onto the inside of his leg like a hook caught in a fish's mouth.
The containment glowed for a breif second before exploding. The power of the explosion pushed the boy back and the sharp metal tear through orange and red cloth, skin, and muscle down the whole leg like a knife. A treacherous ripping of cloth bounced off the sound of glass shattering and a large, bone-shattering boom.
The boy slammed against the wall and an agonizing pain throbbed in his lower back. His legs went numb. He pressed his head against the cold floor, trying to keep himself from vomitting on the floor. He opened his mouth to scream, but it came only unvoiced. He wanted to pull himself away from the disaster, find help, but nothing could be done. He couldn't move his legs and he was far too weak from the loss of much blood from his leg.
His eyes clutched tightly together, whispering to himself anything and everything that would take his mind of the pain. His head pounded, yet, somehow, he began to relax. A sleepy feeling overcame him and he was more the willing to submit to the feeling, as long as it would take the pain away. He was drawn into the dark abyss of his unconsciousness.
As the boy lyed on the ground, helpless and hurt, a shadow appeared above him. The man stared down at the boy, dressed in nothing but a towel that drapped over his legs. His eyes showed no anger, but they showed bloodlust, the urdge to wake the boy and award him with a slow and painful death.
But, somehow, something held him back. Something unusual. Something different. As many voices began to increase in volume, the man turned his head towards the door he expected them to come through. And so, he was right. Many guards surrounded them room and several scientists hung by the door. And a very young boy.
He scanned around the room, sizing up each and every guard before huffing in disappointment. Then, by some form of black magic, he began to float in the air. The guards brought up their guns and opened fire on the strange man, but he wasn't affected by the bullets. Not a hole, not a scratch. Completely unharmed.
The man only faced one palm to the ceiling and a small, white ball appeared in his hand. Although it was very alluring, they soon learned it was distructive as it was fired into the ceiling, destroying several floors to the sky where the man easily escaped through his ability to fly. Everyone gathered under the hole to watch the man become only a speck in the sky, then a streak across the clouds as he flew away.
The very young boy dressed in blood red boots and rather loose school clothes saw the injured, slightly older, boy on the corner of his eye. He gasped and ran over to the boy, cradling the boy's head in his arms. "Doctor," he called. An elder, slightly oversized man clothed in a white lab coat turned to the two boys. He, too, gasped and made his way over.
After inspecting the damage on the boy, he nodded to a guard. "Get him to the infermery. And hurry!"
After Notes
Yeah. That's the Preface of Reno's Origins. If this doesn't work, then I give up one the story completely.
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