Wednesday 11-8-06

(Don't ask… - ) OMGWTFSP, SoulMage is back with a vengeance, with a 'real' fanfiction. (Not that that means I'm actually going to care any more about my writing.) …sorry again about Lost in ya'll… Anyway, congratulations kiddies, you made it to my Generator Gawl fanfic. Because Generator Gawl is a freaking awesome anime that doesn't get anywhere near enough fan-love. Although I make up for a lot that that. : D Which reminds me, I don't own Gawl, or else there would be a lot more bonda- I mean fun, in this fanfic...

I admit that this is a shameless self-insert fanfic that should not be read by anyone, even though I'm not technically in it. The main female character OC is largely based on me because this fanfiction started as a role-play with a friend. So… cough Yeah. The other main female OC is the friend. The story of two girls who find themselves protecting those who came back in time to protect us all. There will likely be inside jokes and… stuff in here… Like a small furry bot flying around with the catchphrase, "Ooh! Kinky!"

This is rated teen+ because I'm supposed to rate it. That's it, the only reason. I honestly don't care if you're a 12 year old reading 'adult language' or anything else I choose to put in here. If you are mature enough to read it, then go right ahead. Just, this is to you high and mighty hypocrites, don't flame me in your comments, use your f-ing brain, grow up like the 12 year olds, and enjoy.

PROLOGUE

Screams deafened her as fire raged. She found herself unable to scream along with them even as she began to feel the flesh bubble, peel and burn away from her body.

THIS IS HELL

But it wasn't the Christian myth she'd been force-fed as a child, this was hell broken loose on the planet. Pure pain filled her senses as she watched her world burn.

It was over as quickly as it began. Silence reigned. All earth was but one thought--and that was death. Then she watched as the remains of humankind pulled itself out of the death and horror of the nuclear war. An organization, Kubare, helped rebuild the world… which they had willingly destroyed.

Years passed and Kubare's empire was built. Peace existed everywhere that the frail human race had managed to survive, but at a price. Animals were soon mutated to do Kubare's bidding. Grotesque creatures that were neither animal nor machine, just a superior tool in Kubare's hands. But that wasn't enough, before long they turned to humans. The girl felt sick, watching these human guinea pigs die from their suddenly enclosed lives and experiment-damaged bodies. They lived and died in giant glass test tubes for all she could see, one after another…

Her encompassing perspective was narrowed suddenly. A genius, a blonde boy hardly older than herself, with his partner had finally made a breakthrough that would allow the being of a human generator. The blonde's partner, a tall quiet man yet again her own age, helped him change a third. The interaction and relationship between the three was… peculiar, and strangely sad. The 'experiment' regarded the scientist and computer expert as his friends, and never seemed to blame them for the changes in him.

The vision around her finally slowed. She was left in the quiet lab. She slowly approached the giant glass container where the 'experiment' curled, sleeping suspended in the strange glowing liquid. She initially noticed the strange marks covering his body. Her secondary realization caused her to feel a blush rise in her cheeks. Feeling a nosebleed coming on, she forced herself to study his countenance. Not an easy task, as his longish blue-black hair ebbed around his face. She couldn't help but wonder, 'How did he ever get so tan, when extended time outside isn't allowed because of the toxins left over from the war?' She shook her head, clearing her thoughts as her artistic side insisted on taking over. She examined his face again, looking this time from a solely aesthetic perspective. He was… really good looking. She stepped right up next to the glass and placed her hand against the synthetic wall. His peaceful expression stirred, and his head came up, his dark-green eyes boring into her.

She gasped, pulling back, but then realized he didn't see her at all. She turned and looked behind her to see the blonde scientist and the green-haired computer expert working at some machines. Frightened suddenly by a pained sound behind her, she whirled to see the black-haired young man smile. He actually smiled before his body was wracked again with a jolt of the excruciating transformation. She fell back onto the floor in horror as he transformed with a yell into one of the creatures known as generators.

The scene changed abruptly again into a large, empty white room. She stayed still for a long while as the tried to calm her still furiously pacing heart. She finally noticed an irregularity in the uniform room, a mirror, and went towards it.

Upon reaching it however, she saw not her own appearance in the reflection, but the image of her fraternal twin. She noticed a strange bracelet on her sister's wrist, and raising her own arm found its match. Suddenly the large gem on the cuff-style bracelet began to glow, and she felt herself changing. Looking into the mirror once again, she saw that white armor had enveloped the two. It was unusual, futuristic, and annoyingly androgynous as it concealed them completely. She had barely managed to take this in when the gem glowed again. Upon seeing herself in her sister's reflection, she cried out in fear. This time they had changed into generators. Near copies visually of the one the two geniuses had 'created'.

A surge shot through her head like lightning as information streamed from all around her into her mind. She fell to her knees as her mind overloaded, and she finally fell unconscious into the merciful blackness.

END PROLOGUE

Arighty. I hope that wasn't too confusing for any of you. This opening may or may not make any more sense in the following chapters. I'm not making any promises there. : P

I inserted a quote from a really great poem into this prologue, and I have a short cameo-related prize for the first person to correctly identify the poem and author in their comment. The quote is not in quotations, you just have to be able to find it for yourself. : P Sorry. What's the point of making it that easy for you?

My infamous S.A.P. from Lost in will likely make an appearance at the end of an actual chapter to be posted in the future. Because he's lonely…

Comment, because I honestly have nothing better to read. Plus I love them, even the angry ones, and ESPECIALLY the ranty love ones! heart

Chao ya'll.

SoulMage