Guyver III: Out of Control
A Fan Fiction
from
DarkGuyver718
Dedicated to my luv and all fans of the Guyver, old & new
Those who are familiar with the American Guyver Movies, will know who Sean Barker is and what he's all about. I hope I can capture his true personality and also expand on it in this Fan Fiction. It's called "Guyver III: Out of Control" because this is my take on what a third Guyver movie should be like, and Out of Control is a tribute to the only Guyver animated movie. Normal Disclaimers (I do not own nor did I create The Guyver, Sean Barker or any other Guyver related references and characters in my story with the exception of Andre Martin and perhaps a few others) apply to this and all succeeding chapters and volumes.
Prologue
Corey rested her head on Sean's shoulder, calmly listening to the soft rock that flowed out of the car radio. She inhaled, enjoying the manly smell from his neck. Wrapping her hands around his waist, she looked up at him, whispering in his ear, "I love you so much Sean." He looked away from the road for a second, kissing her gently on her forehead.
"Corey, I love you more than I can --."
Every went black as Sean felt the excruciating pain of another car slamming into him. The windshield shattered, large pieces of glass flying into Sean's face as the car overturned. Consciousness threatened to escape him as the car slid 40 yards upside-down. Finally, as it slowed to a stop, Sean unbuckled his seatbelt and felt himself fall onto the roof of the car. He struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Warm blood began to drip down his face as he slowly pulled himself from the wreck. Suddenly, he felt more than just the pain, he felt fear. For Corey.
"Corey!! Corey, are you okay?"
He rushed to the other side of the car, sliding onto the ground and peered inside. The passenger seat was empty. She was thrown from the car! He stood up and slowly began to limp towards where the accident had happened. He saw a limp body on the ground. The pain in his leg and face disappeared as he ran to it and rolled the body over. It was Corey, and he was too late…
Sean opened his eyes and sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He still remembered the day that he had lost her, his only true love. He stood up and looked in the mirror, staring at the point of his face where a 10 inch piece of the windshield had lodged itself in his head. There was no scar, no trace of what had happened. He should be dead now, but… the Guyver had protected him. Again, death had rejected him. But Corey was not so lucky. Suddenly, overpowered by rage, he struck the mirror, shattering it. He looked down at his fist. Already, the pain began to subside and his cuts began to heal.
"Why? Why am I still alive?" He asked the empty room. But he knew there would be no answer. Because he wasn't alive. Not without her. Without her love, his destiny had returned like a plague. The reason why the Guyver wouldn't release its grip. Sean glanced over at the newspaper clipping he had taped to his wall.
Chronos Corp. Builds Multi-Million Dollar Building in New York City.
Sean put on a jacket and headed out the door. He knew where he must go next…