Steven Universe
Rise of the Lucid Jewels
Prologue
Earth, 2/20/2015
"Who am I? What am I?" the thoughts raced through the child's mind. All it could remember was growing, pain, and a woman in blue trapped at the bottom of the ocean. He looked up to see several men in suits looking at him in wonder. Then the tank opened and let the child stand up.
"Good, now bring in the creature and see what happens," said one of the men.
The door on the other side to reveal a giant scorpion with a gem stone for a head.
"What is that?" the child wondered.
The creature attacked the child but dodged the strike from the creature with incredible speed. Instinctively the child pounced at the creature and struck the creature sending it through the wall. The creature lay limp for a second before receding into its gem in a puff of smoke. He grabbed the gem and instantly felt the energy from it be absorbed into his body. It felt good to him, like the smell of rose pedals. He wanted more, He needed more!
"Good work gentlemen, Project Grey Horse is a success," the man in the room above shook each of his colleague's hands.
"Is that my name, Grey Horse?" The child asked aggressively.
Each of the men turned in shock, the child wasn't programed to speak, it was only supposed to know basic orders or assignments, but not speak. One of the men grabbed his gun nervously. The child grew angry at the men who looked at him with terror
"I asked you people a questioned," a katana style sword appeared out of nowhere on the child's right hand, the blade ebony black, with a grey hilt "Is that my name?"
The man in the front group stepped forward, "No, your name is M6 Cut 49, but I nicknamed you Michael," he said in a kind voice. The others began to grab weapons from the emergency army. The child looked softened a bit, but still held a terrifying sneer.
"Are you my father?" Michael asked
"Genetically speaking no, but I did make sure you stayed alive, while you were growing,"
"Who is then, what am I?"
"You're not ready yet, in the mean time you should..," The man was cut short as a sword came speeding towards him, impaling him through the chest. The other men stood paralyzed in fear
"Then you are of no use to me," Michael said in disgust.
"Open fire" someone shouted and all the men began to fire their guns at Michael. Michael began to twirl his sword with amazing speed deflecting each bullet that came towards him. He lifted his hand towards them forming transparent black bubbles around each of them. Michael then closed his hand shrinking the bubbles, crushing the men inside. There remains hit the floor with distinctive splat that could make even the bravest gems shiver. A bubble under Michael formed and lifted him to the room above. He looked into the mirror in front of him and saw his face. He had blonde hair that was spiked in the front, with blue eyes and a very round face with chubby cheeks. He was around 5'8 with a lean build and a black gem attached to the front of his right hand. He also noticed that he was partially naked with only a loincloth covering him. He left the room killing any guards that dare get in his way, finally stopping at a room that said "Project Grey Horse Holding Room." He went in and found a bed, one sink and toilet, a wardrobe and table with a built in stool. In the wardrobe was a dark blue shirt with a black star, a pair of camo pants and plain combat boots. On the table were a pair of goggles and a face mask. He put the close on and put the goggles above his head. He looked in the mirror above the sink and saw him in the outfit. It was a bit childish, but it would due for now. He then left the room and went back into the hallway. A firing line was waiting for him down the hall way, each of the guards shaking nervously. Michael gave an annoyed grunt and summoned a barrage of swords killing each of the guards. Blood spattered on the walls as each of them were impaled by the swords. As Michael walked down the Hallway a women met him at near the end. She was unarmed and looked at him with some interest.
"Quite the skill set you have there," She said twirling her orange hair with one finger. She wore a black suit with a white tie. Her green eyes like daggers and lips red as blood
Michael raised his sword to the women's throat. "Give me a good reason not to kill you in the next ten seconds," he said venomously
"Well, for starters I am the one who did program you to understand most of the world around you," she said in calm and jovial matter. This confused Michael, so he decided to let the women speak.
"What do you want?" Michael said with annoyance.
"Woah jeez someone's crabby,"
"Wasting my time and patients"
"I just want to help you, that's all" she said calmly.
"What could you possibly offer me?" he asked now more irritated, but intrigued.
"Well, we can first answer your question on who and what you are, and we can give access to more of those crystals you're so fond of." She pulled out pictures of creatures with gems on them. Michael grabbed them from her violently.
"Where are these creatures?" He asked an unintentional gruffness. His sword disappeared into the gem on his hand.
"Will you work with us?" she asked with a malicious grin.
Michael nodded reluctantly, he had nowhere else to go and he wanted to drain more of these gem monsters power. "Good," she said then she pulled out a picture of three women, one was tall and had maroon colored skin with an afro, the second tallest one had white skin and pink hair, the shortest one had purple skin and long white hair. "These are the Crystal Gems, and their holding a collection of those crystals at their base, break in and steal three of the gems they have locked up, you can drain the rest as a reward," she said.
Michael looked at the three women with annoyance. The look of them made him want to vomit. He gave the picture back to the woman in the suit. "Where do we start?" he asked and the two exited the facility, a trail of death and blood following them.