Kamen Rider Transmit: game of Gods Chapter 1, a kamen rider fanfic

PRENOTES: A kamen rider story using a combination of Ryuki and Blade(even though I've never seen it much) card system. This is a more refined version of the other kamen rider fic I put up so don't be surprised if the characters are the same. Thugh i say refined I just meant the storyline will make sense but quality might be a little lacking.

3 scenebreakers for POV or place switch, 1 for flashback.

"" is for dialogue

People say that the value of a life cannot be measured. They believe that killing is a sin deserving of utmost contempt and disdain, what a bunch of hypocrites. They may say this but they kill insects and animals without a thought for food and comfort. Then there are the so-called vegetarians who want to save the animals. In the end the plants that they ingest are living things as well and to live they kill and eat the life they so wished to protect. In the end people just chalk it all up to required sacrifices. To everyone, the fact that death and killing has been a part of humanity from its most ancestral roots to this day is most disgusting and shameful but to me, the most disgusting thing is humanity's hypocrisy of how they value life. My name is Archer Claymore Yari and from this day on, I will be forced to participate in a game. A game where life is nothing more than the currency in which to gamble with.

A boy with the right side of his hair all spiked up, left side smoothing over the side of his head accompanied by a back-length ponytail was walking through the streets with groceries in hand. His eyes were an uninteresting brown. He wore a pair of thick lensed glasses, a plain white t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts and sneakers. He wore piercings on his right ear, 5 silver bands and a silver cross dangling from the earlobe. He never really got out much in the last two years, so his skin got really pale. He was also a bit skinny since he skipped out on meals to pay rent and school.

When the teen reached his apartment, he shifted the four bags on his right hand to his left that carried another four to take out his key. He silently entered his abode which was the size of a traditional tea room and began to sort through his groceries of mostly junk foods, cup ramen and some canned goods for good measure. It wasn't that the boy couldn't cook, he just didn't feel like cooking too often. He opened his wall closet and stuffed his snacks on each shelf, top for canned goods, second for snacks and third for ramen, at the bottom he kept a small burner stove just in case for cooking and hotpots. With the next day being a sunday, the teen decided to just sleep in. He didn't feel like boiling water for the instant ramen he just bought.

The teen changed into some proper sleeping wear of shorts and a fresh cotton shirt after laying out his futon. He checked the alarm clock by his futon which read, 9:18 PM. It was pretty late so he lay his glasses by his alarm clock and slept through the hunger of skipping dinner.

'Where am I?', the teen thought to himself. Everything was dark, there was absolutely nothing.

'Someone there?', came a deep voice from the black abyss.

'Hmm...', the teen-ager kept quiet to see what would happen.

'No answer huh', the darkness sighed.

Curiosity stirred in the teen. He's had wierd dreams before where mostly he's about to get killed, but this dream was just as odd but he felt no hostility from the darkness. It didn't feel malicious, just... muddled. 'There's someone here', he replied.

'Oh, thank God', the darkness seemed a bit relieved.

Interesting. The teen decided to humor this voice or whatever it was and introduced himself. 'Call me Archer', he drawled.

'Okay, Archer', the darkness tested the name. An awkward silence overcame the two before the darkness realized that he was forgetting something. 'Where are my manners. You may call me Kengo', the voice introduced itself.

Archer kept silent. The voice had a tone of superiority which he hated but it was somehow humbling itself as well which put him off balance. A moment later Archer responded, 'Is there a reason for our meeting?'

Kengo himself wondered why this happened and answered, 'I don't know myself but let's leave it to fate and end it there. I hate going into details.'

Archer couldn't help but leak a smidge of smugness in his next statement. 'Too bad since I'm the opposite.', Archer grinned to himself a bit. 'I'll let this one go though, I'll know what this meeting is for when the time comes. I'm not the type to press for non-existent details anyway.'

'That's rather good to know. I'm a bit in the dark myself', Kengo explained.

'This leaves me questioning how I find myself having an intelligent conversation with a figment of my imagination in a dream', Archer felt laughed at himself.

'Dream?', Kengo seemed surprised at this piece of information. He stuttered hopefully, 'S-so you're not dead?'

Archer raised an eyebrow, 'Should I be? I just went to bed, there should be nothing life-threatening about that'

'I see', Kengo said a bit hopefully.

'Is there something wrong?', Archer asked the disembodied voice.

'No, no there isn't. You should forget that this ever happened', Kengo suddenly said.

'Why?', Archer asked. The teen had a sinking feeling that he knew where this was going.

'It's nothing. Go wake up or whatever', Kengo finished and Archer could feel the presence leave.

'Hey, don't just start a conversation and leave abruptly. The least you could do is tell me why you suddenly called out like that', Archer demanded. One thing this teen hated was wasting his time.

Kengo hesitated and Archer could feel it. The disembodied voice knew from the short time of talking to this kid that he was as stubborn as a mule. 'Well I want to ask a favor', the voice surrendered.

'That's it? An errand?', Archer complained.

'Hey, you're the one who asked what the whole point of this thing was.', Kengo reminded him.

'Right', Archer grumbled. 'Me and my big mouth', he told himself.

Kengo heard anyway and would've smirked if he had a mouth. 'My request is simple and I wouldn't expect you to think much of it, much less do it.', Kengo paused, 'If you ever meet a girl with blonde chin-length hair and the most unique pair of topaz eyes... tell her I said hi'.

Before Archer could reply, he found his consciousness propelled back into his body and himself in the waking world. He grabbed the clock to check what time it was, it was 2:35 AM. "Great, it's nowhere near the crack of dawn and I'm wide awake.", Archer rubbed his eyes. He put on his glasses and took a drink of water from one of the two liter bottles he kept in the corner of the room.

Archer wiped his mouth of the excess liquid after downing a quarter of a bottle. "Was that a dream? Or was it...", Archer thought to himself. If it wasn't a dream then there was only one thing it could be. He would be happy if it wasn't a dream. The teen grinned, life was getting boring anyway. He hoped that this would be a goodway to kill time.

It was at that moment that he felt uneasy. It almost felt like someone was watching him except much more uncomfortable. He stepped out of his apartment and overlooked the city. Something was there, in the city, hunting. Archer felt chills run up and down his spine, as he ran back into his apartment to get changed. Whatever was out there in the city, he knew he was meant to see it.

Faster, faster. I have to go faster. These were the only things that ran through a girl's mind as she ran through the streets of the city. The sound of a motorcycle's rev haunted her as she twisted in and out of alleys. She cursed herself for locking herself away in her room too much in the past since she really needed the exercise now.

The girl, as we follow her, ran into a big street as she heard the sound of the rumbling motor from behind. This wasn't good, so she ducked into the nearest alley she could find. How long was he going to follow her? Why wouldn't he just give up? 'Does this thing really mean that much?', the girl looked at the thing she was holding. It looked like one of those micro-handheld computers and a card that resembled a circuit board.

Up ahead, she saw a dumpster and decided to rest a bit before her legs cramped up from the abuse. She took a glance at the objects in her hand once again and remembered the face of its owner, "Kengo-kun". She could still remember his face when he saved her from that dark place, when he saved her from death.

She stuffed the handheld computer into her vest pocket and rubbed the sleeves of her black shirt for warmth. She was startled when the sound of the motor came louder. She immediately got up and dusted her beige skirt and ran, her shoes making a trailing echo of footfalls.

She had forgotten the person chasing after her. A very big mistake considering he was one of them, one of the players in this "game". She ran more and mroe but wherever she ran to the motor's echo would not dissipate. It would grow louder and louder as if taunting her, teasing her "Where are you my prey?". She felt completely scared.

On the next corner, her fear sky-rocketed though as she chanced upon a familiar figure. A horrible figure which she wished she could forget. She let loose a scream which ripped through the night.

It should be around here. Whatever was wandering this city at this ungodly hour should be around here. Archer felt adrenaline pump through his veins at the mere excitement. This exertion warmed his body more than his flimsy shirt, jacket and jeans ever could against the cold night air. He ran faster, he could feel the presence getting ever closer. It was excited having found its prey. How he knew this he didn't know nor care. He'd sweat the details when he felt like it, right now something was going down and he was being invited. Whatever it was... "It better be worth my while", Archer grunted as he looked everywhere.

It was close now. The boy could feel it in every fiber of his being. He'd find whatever was goading him or his name wasn't Archer Claymore Yari! He turned an alley only to ram right into someone. Archer was somehow able to stay on his feet which was odd considering that the girl was running pretty fast and he wasn't all that strong. Another thing he noticed was that the girl was falling a bit slowly. He grabbed her outstretched hand on instinct and pulled her up on her feet.

The first thing Archer noticed was golden-grain hair that reached just past her chin and the most curious pair of golden green topaz eyes. 'It's her', Archer's eyes widened in shock.

'If you ever meet a girl with blonde chin-length hair and the most unique pair of topaz eyes... tell her I said hi'

'So that dream was...', Archer stopped that train of though when the girl began to struggle. Archer looked at her and asked, "What is it?". She was struggling too much for him to notice the shadow that crept up behind her.

The blonde girl was absolutely terrified to the point of showing signs of hysterics. "Look out!", she screamed as she shoved them both down. A wave of warm air hit Archer in the face and he saw that thing that he was searching for. The thing that was hunting in this city.

It was a humanoid monster with the features of an ant. It's head and arms were that of an ant and so were its legs. The body in itself was relatively human but covered in a tough carapace and exoskeleton rather than soft human skin. It was an angry red in color and the junction between its neck and body came a mane of fire.

"What the hell is that?", Archer asked in mocking curiosity. From his position on the ground.

"Ask that later, right now run!", the girl dragged Archer away from the thing. She ran into the main street and ducked into another alley.

Archer didn't quite take nicely being dragged around by a girl. She was leading him away from the thing he was looking for too. That ant thing was the one that was challenging him and he was gonna make sure to accept it. In response to the girl's dragging Archer tugged back which almost sent the girl falling on the back of her head.

"Hold up", Archer looked annoyed, "I don't know who you think you are but don't just suddenly drag people away from their destination."

The girl gave him an incredelous stare through her blonde bangs and screamed, "Are you crazy? There was a monster back there!"

Archer looked at her as if she was wierd, "So?".

The girl sighed in frustration and took the boy by the shoulders. "It could kill you!", she screamed.

"And that is exactly why I have to go back", Archer turned around to return before the ant-monster.

"What are you talking about?", the girl pulled him back by his sleeve.

"I want to see it. A real monster.", Archer told her plainly.

"Are you a kid or something? No sane person would want to get torn limb from limb by that thing!"

"I'm fifteen what do you expect?", Archer turned around once more to leave.

"Do you really plan on going there to die? Do you even know what that thing is?", the girl demanded.

Archer turned to give her a look before saying anything else. "First of all, I do plan on going there but it's not to die. Second, I have no idea whatever the hell that was, but one thing I know is that it's calling. It's calling for someone... for something to keep on living.", Archer explained. He turned to leave again but paused and looked back, "Oh yeah, A guy named Kengo told me to tell you that he said hi". And with that Archer went on to search for his target once again.

As Archer's shadow slinked into the alley, the girl held the objects given to her by someone. The person who loved her and whom she loved. The same person who gave her back her life. The person's name she spoke. "Kengo"

Archer looked around the alley as he thought of why he was searching out the monster. The reason he was doing this would most likely be labeled by others as a hero thing, glory hog, bored teen, or whatever. Archer knew reality though, he knew he could and would die once he was before that monster once more. He still wanted to face it even if that were the case because he wanted to see, just how much he treasured his life. How much would he end up running and screaming in fear? Or would he really choose to die? He didn't know but he wanted to confirm just what type of person he was. He had tried to do so many other things that pushed his body beyond its limits but it wasn't enough. Was he different from the others? Or was he the same as those liars that only saved themselves? So many questions and he felt that this was the answer he was looking for.

At the next turn into another street, he met the monster. Burning crimson carapace and flaming mane being the largest tip-offs besides the fact it looked like an ant-man.

Archer looked it straight into the humanoid ant's segmented eyes and asked, "So you were the one calling me?".

The ant-man didn't reply as it charged forward with full intent of devouring this soul. It wouldn't let it get away like the last one.

Archer was quick to react and dove to the side. He got back on his feet in a smooth roll. The teen was caught by surprise when the ant-man was already in front of him, winding up for a kick. He dodged the kick by only a couple centimeters. The surprising thing was how. He hopped back with all his might and plunged his head back too much on instinct from the excess force his legs had given, Archer was pretty sure they weren't that strong. In a desperate attempt to keep himself from falling head-first into pavment, he held out his hands behind his head to catch the fall. It was then a very odd feeling came to him. The force of his hop fluidly switched from his body to his legs sending them flying back and him into a flip. The landing wasn't perfect but somehow still on his feet. Okay, he had never done a backflip in his life, he never even did a cartwheel before. How did he just do that?

The ant-man gave Archer no time to think it over as proven by the three pronged claw headed for the teen's head. Archer immediately ducked. In response to the strike, Archer sent a right punch squarely into the humanoid monster's belly. It barely fazed the beast which just back-handed him away.

Archer fell on his back and was surprised when he felt less pain than he should have. 'What the heck?', he thought. He had passed it off as his exercise over the years finally coming in along with the adrenaline but he couldn't do that now that he had come his far. For some reason he had not only gotten stronger but gained better sense of balance and reaction time as well. The real reason he didn't take as much damage as that backhand could dish out was not only because his pain threshold increased but also because he had been able to hop back just before the hit and reduced the impact.

What was with this? Archer couldn't understand how he could change without his notice. Just before he slept he was just as normal as the other guy and now he was like a professional acrobatic athlete or something. Now was not the time to think about that though. Archer dodged a tackle from the ant-man. This was a fight for survival, hesitating on such unimporant things would just end with him being dead. Dead? When did he start worrying about that?

Archer smiled as he was sent flying with a side swipe of the ant-man's claws. It came at him again but the teen decided to try something out and caught the monster's claw. Using the ant-man's momentum, Archer threw it over his shoulder and right into a wall. Archer wasn't finished as he stomped at the ant-man. The ant-man took hold of his leg and tossed him away.

Archer landed in a heap after hitting a wall in his trajectory and coughed out, "No effect huh?". Archer was sure of one thing though, the face was the most vulnerable part right now.

the ant-man was approaching him when Archer noticed the inhumanly heavy footfalls. The monster grabbed him by the back of his shirt but before it could do anything, Archer forcefully shoved the ant-man against the wall and hammered away at its face. He didn't get anymore than three hits before the ant-man's struggle tossed him off. Archer was tenacious though and was fortunate enough that the ant-man was disoriented with the hits it took to the head.

Archer came at the ant-man again and this time with a flying kick that connected to the ant-man's head. The monster staggered back and shook its head. 'Don't even think that I'm gonna go easy', Archer grunted as he landed another flying kick. 'Just a little more', Archer panted in exhaustion.

The monster thought otherwise though. The flames on its neck began to burn fiercely and seemingly out of control. "What the heck?", Archer was caught off guard and shielded his eyes from the bright mass of flames which was the ant-man. Heated air came in waves off of the monster and threatened to slam Archer off his feet and onto the pavement.

The intensity of the heat died down which was a self-assigned signal for Archer to put his arms down and see what happened. The ant-man he had been wrestling before had just changed. The carapace which was a deep crimson was now bright coal red. The mane of flame on its neck was now running over the arms, legs and head of the monster. Archer got ready to attack but stopped when he saw the ant-man take a step forward and left scorch marks onto the ground. Archer decided to throw all caution to the winds however knowing he wouldn't last if the fight extended any longer.

In a foolhardy attempt, Archer ran up to the transformed ant man with a punch to the face. The ant-man had other plans though when it swung its claw out and the flames that ran along its arm separated into a projectile fireball that hit Archer square in the chest.

Archer was sent flying back with one jacket less than when he had charged in. The explosion wasn't really all that big and there wasn't much fire so it left little burns on the teen. The impact seemed to have been quite powerful though, the stinging on his skin and eyes from the heat and light didn't help.

"One shot", Archer cursed. "I fought all the way up to this point and I get knocked down in one shot?", Archer felt his anger rise from the indignation. "Am I gonna die just like this?", he thought.

'It was your choice.', his voice of reason popped up out of nowhere. 'isn't this what you chose? You came to ascertain whether you'd go at it fearlessly or run to save your own life', it told him. 'Don't you already have the answer? Didn't you charge against it with no worry for your life? Are you still unsatisfied with the answer that you've reached?', it questioned him.

Archer tried to rationalize his thoughts. Yes, he had come here just for that. To find the answer, to his questions. He couldn't accept it though for some reason and he tried to figure out why. Slowly, he got off the ground and began to stand on his own feet. He almost fell over but somehow stayed up with the support of his hands. 'Ah', Archer realized why he wasn't satisfied. 'I'm not dying yet.', he looked at his own hands. A violent cough ripped from his throat, blood spilled onto his open palm and agony spread like a web across his chest. Still he thought, 'I'm not yet at my limit. I can still move.'. 'I'm in immense pain but I can still live', the teen concluded. He watched as the ant-man observed him like a predator hunting its prey, trying to estimate the value of the hunt.

"Hey!", called a familiar female voice from the alley. Archer turned his head as quickly as the pain would permit him to see the one who shouted. It was the blonde girl from before, the one who dragged him away from this monster he was facing.

She began to dig into the pockets of her jacket and extracted something from it. "Catch!", she screamed. All of a sudden she threw the thing at Archer who had to dive to the side in order to do as she said.

The teen quickly inspected the things she'd tossed him. It was a folding handheld computer unit and a card. He looked at her incredelously with a face that plainly screamed "What the hell?".

"Turn it on and put the card in the slot", the blonde girl instructed.

Archer turned the computer on and looked for the slot to insert the card in. He didn't have the time to leisurely search the thing though as the ant-man approached. It clawed at Archer but the teen rolled under its arm and continued to search for the slot. 'Found it', he thought as he dodged a claw swing and inserted the card.

"WELCOME RIDER", the screen read.

"What the heck?", Archer shouted in confusion and dodged another shot.

"Type in: Rider gear standby", the girl shouted.

'Fine', Archer thought as he quickly typed it in.

"RIDER GEAR, STANDING BY", the handheld unit sounded. Archer looked at the screen which said, "AWAITING TRANSMISSION AND VOICE VERIFICATION".

"What now?", he shouted in frustration. Archer glanced at the flaming ant-man and stepped away from its approach. 'Transmission. Waiting. Verify. voice.', Archer reviewed the four keywords in his mind. He looked at the handheld unit and checked if it looked internet capable. "So that's it?", he asked himself. He stood tall now, despite his injuries' protest, against the monster's approach. Archer flipped the device close and held it up shouting, "Transmit!".

The last thing Archer heard before everything turned white was the robotic voice of the device proclaiming, "TRANSMIT".

The blonde girl watched the boy whom she had entrusted Kengo's memento to from the alley. She knew he would use it well. She may not have known completely what was going on or why there are things like that ant-man running amok or that player, but if there was one thing she knew. She was sure that the last owner of that device would want for that boy to have it. The girl whispered, "Isn't that right? Kengo?".

She watched as Archer was bathed in bluish white light that shot out from the sky. He emerged in an outfit wildly different from his charred shirt and jeans. Over his skin and body was a tight-looking body suit that actually felt more comfortable than one would think. Over it was a chestplate and broad shoulder armor that looked solid and attatched directly to the shoulders so as not to hinder movement. The metal head piece looked like an insect's with huge segmented eyes. Bracers of the same metal clasped onto his forearms and shins but much sturdier and bulkier looking than the chest plate. Finally the belt materialized and the transformation was complete.

Archer emerged from his state of obliviousness to the world around him and looked down at himself. He felt the suit he was in which was way different from his clothes and looked down at himself. It wasn't really a bad feeling nor was it a good look, the main problem for Archer was the wait of the pieces of steel strapped to him though. Archer's attention switched from his changed-self to the ant-man when it released a shriek of what could be described as delight. Archer only had time to glance before he was knocked away by a tackle from the creature, right through a wall.

Archer shook his helmeted head and said, "Whoa". The teen surveyed the damage to his surroundings and found that it didn't hurt quite as much as it should have. The only pain he could feel actually came from wounds he had before he changed and only bits from the attack just now. The ant-man came through the opening and picked up Archer's transformed self by the neck and threw him back out the alley with a fireball right behind him. They had hit and the ant-man continued the bombardment.

Archer kept taking the hits but the pain he felt like stings compared to the wound he took earlier from a fireball without the armor. Okay so he was able to take the hits now but that wasn't much use if he couldn't move. If he couldn't move then he wouldn't be able to fight back. It was at that time the suit showed that it was one piece of technological marvel.

"INSERT GRAVEYARD IN SOUL SLOT", a voice resounded in his head. A vision of a rectangular object being slid into the hollow of his belt was shown to him. The rectangular object looked oddly familiar. Archer remembered the handheld computer which he faintly felt in his hand and immediately got out of the ant-man's line of sight to avoid another salvo of fireballs. Luckily, the fireballs made a lot of smoke and dust so it didn't notice the teen leave the target area. Archer immediately looked at the thing in his hand for any similarities with the vision he saw but was surprised that it had transformed as well, exactly into the thing in the vision had shown. It had turned into a metal case of sorts with lines reminiscent of a circuit board like the ones on the card from before.

Archer looked at the hollow on his belt and thought, 'Was this the one in the vision? This better work'. He slid the case into the slot in the belt buckle which went smoothly and clicked in place. For a moment Archer felt nothing, after a few moments the lines on the case began to light up in blue and spread into similar lines that littered throughout the suit as well. The teen felt the suit's weight seemingly lessen and the power that coursed through him was strengthening him.

The ant-man had already burst out of the building when it noticed Archer's absence in its frenzied attacks. It saw the transformed teen and charged. Archer, who was now in shape to fight, saw no problem and met it head on.

The clash sent a small pulse of rushing air that blew through the alley. It was so strong even the blonde girl had her hair messed up and blown into her face.

The ant-man and Archer were locked in a test of strength. Both participating in a more extreme game of mercy, trying to break the other's hand/claw till it was rendered useless. The ant-man sent flames from its body over its arms and onto Archer to burn the transformed teen. Archer didn't mind it at first but the temperature in the suit began to increase unbearably. In the end Archer tossed the ant-man down onto the pavement in an impressive show of strength.

"Stop, drop and roll!", Archer screamed as he did just that to put the fire on his burning self out. Archer stopped when the last of the flames went out and glared at the dazed monster in indignation. "That hurt!", Archer ran at the monster with a right hook which sent the monster down on the ground once more.

Archer picked up the monster and sent a left straight to its torso. The ant-man staggered back from the blow. These rough actions were too much on Archer's already battered body though. If he had to guess he already had a couple bruised ribs or cracked bones from the explosion. He had to end it before the injuries got worse.

The teen decided to use the best move he had in his arsenal now. He ran forward and jumped with a spin. In mid-air he extended his right leg to deliver a powerful flying kick to the monster. The attack struck true on the ant-man's head. It was for only a mere fraction of a second but while Archer's foot was still on the monster's head, it acted up on impulse and began to expand its flames again like it did the first time, only much stronger. The energy released hurled Archer away. He could do nothing but watch as the ant-man transformed once more.

Archer landed on his back and rolled into a crouch. he tried to stand up but his underlying wounds were beginning to act up. 'This is not good', he thought, 'If only I had more power'. He clenched his fist in frustration, then it hit him. If the metal container was the powersource then there had to be something to it that he could use to give him more power right? He checked and noticed a small opening on the side of the metal container. He reached for it and pulled something out, a card. "A card?", Archer thought.

It had the picture of a yellow and blue beetle on it with the name "Storm Beetle". The back resembled the card that came with the device from the girl. Great, a card. how was it supposed to help him now? Toss it at the ant-man? 'Bright idea Archer', he reprimanded himself. No time to beat himself up though, the ant-man had finished its final transformation.

It looked completely different now, with sharper features and a more formidable looking exoskeleton. Almost like a flaming red knight.

Archer cursed his lack of luck as the monster attacked and he took the blows. They actually hurt quite a bit now and his ribs were definitely cracking at this point. A knee to the face after the assault sent Archer's head whipping back. He almost fell with the momentum but pride and anger caught up. He wasn not going down without a fight. A large "CRACK" sounded as he punched the ant-man in the face which fazed it. It was a bit late when he realized, "Did punches usually make a cracking sound?".

Archer felt something smashed up in the palm of his right hand which he used to punch the ant-man. He opened it and fragments fell from his grasp. Last he remembered, he was holding a card in that hand, what happened to it? Whatever. Archer decided that if he wanted answers, he'd better survive this first.

The ant-man stood faceing off against Archer. It felt just like at the start. The monster was challenging him again. Archer glared at it and voiced the unspoken agreement between them, "This'll be the last one". The ant-man leaned down, preparing to rush him. Archer leaned his right side back to wind up his right punch. With his body in its current state, it was the best thing available. The atmosphere in the alley tensed. It was utterly silent, almost as if all the prior explosions, screams and shrieks never occured.

A trash can's lid fell and that signaled the two combatants to spur on to victory. the ant-man rushed in with flames in full blast to the point none of its red armor-like carpace was showing anymore.

Archer stood his ground and let the ant-man come. He would reserve his energy for the strike and use the opponent's strength against them in a counter. The ant-man was right in front of him now and he moved to deliver the counter blow. Within that instant, Archer's knuckles sparked and cackled to life with electricity. Archer didn't notice and concentrated on delivering the counter. He was able to avoid the ant-man's attack and bury his fist in the ant-man. The ant-man's momentum causing Archer to slide back even though his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

The fist continued to crackle and light about with the electricity. The fire enveloping the ant-man's body dissipated and revealed Archer's electrocuting fist lodged in the monster's neck. "Graaagh!", Archer pushed forward on his right punch. The cackling electricity intensified more and more till there was an explosion which enveloped the two.

The smoke began clearing, exposing Archer in his transformed state staring at the hand which had dealt the final blow. 'Such power', Archer thought amazed and imagined all that power gathered in his hand once more. The air around him danced with lights and converged on his palm. The transformed teen noticed the lights gathering into his hand and was half-blinded from the shining object that they formed on his hand. When the lights faded, Archer took a look and found a card like the last one in his hand. It had the same circuit board-like lines on the back but with the dfference of a red ant on the front with the name "Vulcant" on it.

Archer let his arms drop to his sides. He sighed out heavily as if to expel all the questions and problems in his mind. He looked up to the starry sky and thought, 'I survived'.

The girl smiled as she saw that the boy had won. He was able to use that device and came out alive. She stepped out of the alley to approach him but paused as a familiar sound of a motor reached her ears. She stood horrified as the source of the sound was in her view. She screamed at the transformed teen in a panic, "Run!".

Archer was surprised by the girl's scream and looked at her to see what was wrong. In the next half-second he realized why she told him to run though. In that half-second something went over Archer's head which caught his attention. "You-", Archer began but was cut off by a simultaneous blow from a double axe strike to his chest and a motorcycle from behind. It was too fast for Archer to even register what had happened properly as he lay on the pavement from pain. He looked at his assailant to confirm what he had seen.

His assailant landed properly and stopped the unmanned bike which hit Archer from behind with one hand, swinging it around. As the attacker stood still, Archer was now sure of what he saw. The attacker was wearing gear similar to his with a helmet having a visor like that of bird wings. Archer whispered, 'Kamen rider'.