The crown jewel fanfiction of CWF Entertainment is Fight For the Future. Almost every work of Ari Rockefeller and Geron Kizan has a deep or near-deep connection with this series. Almost every series you see of Ari and or of Geron refers to, or is somehow connected to, this fanfiction.
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Rated: R—For offensive language, graphic violence, and sexual content (not all in the same chapter at times)
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Fight For the Future
Chapter 1: A thousand mile journey begins with a single step
"...because of a tragedy like this, we here at the CWF..."
Blood...everywhere...
"...cannot carry such a burden..."
Over 20,000 killed....
"...so I hereby declare a complete dissolution..."
What made this...?
"...after nearly 75 years..."
Was it really her that killed all of them...
"...the CWF is no more..."
I never knew she would do something like this...
"...I'm sorry, but you are all relieved of your duties..."
...Serena, why?
TIME: 12:20pm
LOCATION: Emergency Ward, University Hospital of Cleveland
The hospitals all over town that night were overwhelmed, operating to capacity and then some. Everywhere, the situation was the same—people at what was once the Gund arena were enjoying quality CWE entertainment, when it hit. From out of nowhere, explosions began to rock the audience. Terror and panic spread like wildfire as innocent fans were mercilessly slaughtered. The biggest blow came when the ceiling collapsed. Those who were able to escape with their lives intact (and not necessarily their bodies), got to watch in horror as the arena collapsed, claiming everyone else inside under tons and tons of rubble.
This emergency room had seen all forms of victims come through here, minor injuries to deaths in the emergency and everything in between. No one, young or old, male or female, was spared the wrath of the assailant. Right now, several already exhausted doctors and nurses were wheeling a bloody, half-dead boy of no older than twelve into the emergency room. The original colors of the boy's orange and blue karate gi were lost to the crimson cloak upon his body.
"JESUS CHRIST, WE GOT A KID HERE, BLEEDING TO DEATH!"
"I NEED HIS INFORMATION!"
"BLOOD PRESSURE IS DROPPING FAST!"
"DOCTOR, HE'S BLEEDING BADLY—"
"STOP THE GURNEY!!! WE'RE GONNA LOSE HIM! GET ME A DEFIBULATOR! "
"DOCTOR!"
"NOT NOW! CLEAR!!!" *Bzzzzzzzaaapp*
"SHIT, NOTING! CLEAR!" *Bzzzzzaaappp*
"CLEAR!" *Bzzzzzppppp*
Beep........beep.....
"RUSH THIS KID OUT IMMEDIATELY!"
"ASH! WHERE ARE YOU TALKING MY ASH?!"
That was the scene for the Sonn family. Rushing into the hospital. All three former CWE members of the Sonn family were injured in what is to be called "the Gund Massacre". Goku and Gohan survived with only minor injuries. Ash Ketchum-Sonn, their adopted son, had received the worst injuries.
Orderlies held Chichi back as she tried to catch up with her son's blood soiled gurney. She resisted but was then calmed down as she was drawn into the arms of her husband. As she watched the doors swing open as Ash and the doctors and then flap slowly, a river of tears rolled down her cheeks and then she placed her head into Goku's chest, crying.
"Why…why did this happen to our son?" Chichi wailed woefully. "Why has it to be one of my children? Why, Goku, why?"
Goku was silent as he looked in the direction of his adopted son. As his wife cried and he looked on, his other son Gohan, approached his parents with a small limp, due to a knee injury suffered at the arena.
"Dad...are you okay?"
Goku stood silent.
"Dad?"
Goku stood silent still.
"Dad, aren't you going to do anything?"
"I don't know what I can do," Goku replied in his lowest voice. "This...whole night, it's been too much."
"Dad…you have to!" Gohan said as he built up a mixture of sadness, anger and pain. "You said that you would also be there with him!" he wailed. His face contorted into a look of anguish and fury. "YOU SAID ON THE DAY WE TOOK HIM AS ONE OF US THAT NOTHING BAD WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM! YOU SAID IT DAD!!!"
"GOHAN!"
"AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO GO BACK ON YOUR WORD LIKE THIS?!" Gohan paused, but only to choke on a sob. "YOU CAN'T SIT HERE AND LET HIM DIE, DAD! DO SOMETHING! PLEASE!!!" Gohan said before he completely broke down. "Please dad...anything will do..."
"What do you mean, 'it's low'?!"
"The supply, doctor, we are nearly out of type O blood! And asking from other hospitals and blood banks is impossible! The entire city is in chaos!"
"Who's in need of the most blood now?"
"That kid in the orange gi, sir, he's lost half of his blood already. He just rolled in." The nurse glanced at the clipboard. "Ash…Ketchum…" she squinted, wanting to make sure she was reading that properly. "…Sonn. Yeah, that's his name."
"Doctor?" Goku said as he approached the two arguing medical figures.
"Yes?"
The Saiyan then reached to the left sleeve of his t-shirt and ripped the fabric right off, exposing his veins and muscles to the two.
"I want to help," Goku explained calmly. "I'll donate some of my blood, but only to my son!"
"Sir, I don't think you're his..."
In rage, Goku slammed his fist against the wall close by and stared at the doctor with a fiery stare and screamed to the top of his lungs, "DAMNIT DOCTOR, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS BULLSHIT! I'M A TYPE O BLOOD DONER! I CAN GIVE MY BLOOD TO ANYONE! NOW GET ME HOOKED UP, CAUSE MY SON NEEDS ME!"
As both were scared shitless from Goku's rage, one immediately went to action and quickly led Goku down the hallway towards the nearest blood donor station to start the process that would save Ash's life.
And possibly change his life forever.
TIME: 5:50am
LOCATION: University of Cleveland Hospital, Recovery Ward 103
"Sir, are you awake? Sir? Sir?!"
"Wha..."
"He's up."
"Wh-where am I?"
"Daddy!"
"Rini?!"
Darien woke up, and sat up on his gurney. His head was bandaged all away around and his left leg was exposed as bandages had covered parts of it from the top of his thigh down to his ankles. But they weren't his concern now, but what now was important was his daughter.
"Rini are you okay?"
"She'll be fine, Mr. Shields," said a doctor off to the side. "She was one of the lucky ones, surviving with a few scratches."
"Oh Rini," Darien said with a single tear dropping down his cheek and embracing his only daughter. "I thought I would lose you."
"I was so worried about you to, daddy," Rini cried. "First it was Serena, then you?"
"Serena?"
For that moment, time stopped. Darien's eyes turned into a blank stare at the wall.
Then it happened.
Blood everywhere.
Dying people, grasping on to dear life.
The image of the broken body of Ash Ketchum at her feet, soaked in blood, a lifeless look in his auburn eyes.
A flash of Serena's face.
Was she the one?
As Darien questioned on the inside, his outside figure of himself suddenly went berserk. His head grasped in pain. And his seizure-like condition alerted doctors nearby. The man known as Tuxedo Mask to some began to get a pain in his head. And it wouldn't come out.
"Jesus Christ! Get a tranquilizer in here!"
A nurse ran out to fill the doctor's demand while orderlies and nearby doctors held Darien down as he convulsed uncontrollably, grasping his head and twitching his body in pain. Nothing would stop it.
"I got it!"
"Administering the tranquilizer!"
"What are you doing?! What's wrong with him?!" Rini said in fright.
"Get the child out of here, nurse!"
"Yes doctor!" the nurse said as she ushered Rini out. As the needle dug under the skin of Darien and into his bloodstream, Darien's calming began to slow down till it reached his body let a normal status.
"He'll be out for about five more hours, give him rest," the doctor said to the others.
They all agreed and left the room. And as they left the room, Rini sat outside on a bench, crying and whimpering cause she had to witness the only family she has suffer through some unknown pain.
"Don't leave me daddy," Rini said to herself. "I don't want to be left alone."
"You won't be."
"Thank you...Gohan."
TIME: 1:05pm
LOCATION: University of Cleveland Hospital, Recovery Ward 204
"Vegeta, how are you doing?" Bulma Briefs said to her husband on the gurney with his right leg lifted from his injury.
"Like I told you before, I'm fine!" Vegeta said angrily. He stared at his right leg, cocooned in a plaster cast, and at the crutches that he had been forced to use. "How can this happen, how can it that someone like me, a Super Saiyan can be brought down by a broken leg!"
Their son of the future, Trunks Mirai shared the same room as his father. Unlike Vegeta, he was mobile, due that only his right arm was broken in the wreckage alongside a few other injuries among his body. But still, he could walk, but not run.
"Father, it would be best that if you try to get so tense, you might injure yourself further."
"It'll be fine," Vegeta said. "Full blooded Saiyans' bones heal three times as faster than human's. And if you're lucky, maybe your bones will do the same."
"Until then, try not to do too much with it," Bulma said as she sat at a chair near the gurney. "It would be horrible to think that you would have to spend more time in here cause of your damn ego."
"Mom, lets try to relax for once..."
TIME: Two days later, 7:10pm
"...And now the latest on our big story: the death toll of the Gund Massacre has been released. Over 956 are reported deceased and over 1,030 have been missing. Amongst the receiving were parts of the..."
The TV turned off.
"I don't want to hear any more of it," Goku said holding up the remote while sitting next to his recovering son, Ash. "They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It…it doesn't make sense. It just doesn't make sense! I don't get it…I just don't get it! WHY ALL THOSE INNOCENT LIVES!"
In a fit of rage, Goku threw the remote out of the nearby window, shattering a fraction with it. He then finished the rest off as he knelt onto the floor and pounded at it, ignoring the shards of broken glass that cut into his fist. As small drops of blood fell to the floor, so did the tears of the Saiyan.
A light whimpering pricked Goku's ears. His head immediately picked itself off the ground and looked back at his son, still in his hospital bed. Only...
"Dad...?"
"Ash?"
"Dad?!"
"ASH!"
Goku got up and turned around and welcomed his son with a tight hug. They held each other tightly for a long time, not letting go, not making any other sound save for Goku's happy, relieved sobbing.
"I'm glad your okay, my son."
"How long was I out?"
"For about two days, probably three. I was so worried about you. I didn't want to lose you."
"Thanks dad." He paused. "How's Gohan? And Rini? And Hotaru?!"
"They're all fine, you suffered the most damage. But thanks to me, I saved you."
"What do you mean?"
"They didn't have enough blood when you came in, so I donated mine. A lot of mine to say, I was out for nearly a day and a half, trying to recover! I almost felt like you did, son." Goku then laughed a small bit.
Then Gohan. And then both of them built up their laughter as strong as they could. As they did, Chichi (holding their youngest son, Goten) and Gohan walked into the room and saw the two of them laughing their heads off. And when she saw her son, Chichi's eyes were in tears as she rushed and held her son in her arms, tears of joy down running her cheeks. Gohan joined in laughing with his brother and the rest of his family.
TIME: Three days later, 10:15am…
Ash was released from the hospital after making a full recovery a few days later, and taking his first fresh breath of air outside the hospital was a welcoming one. The sounds and sites of the outside were reviving Ash as he walked through the open sliding doors of the hospital. While Chichi and Gohan loaded Goten and Ash's stuff onto their rental car, and as Hotaru helped Ash slowly walk towards the car, the doctor that looked over Ash pulled Goku over to the side and decided to have a small talk between the two.
"Something you need to talk to me about, doctor?" Goku asked.
The doctor shifted his glasses a bit and gave a little scoff to the side. "Mr. Sonn, I'm a bit concerned about your son."
"Really?"
"Yes." He shifted his weight on his feet. "A few hours after he awoke, we decided to check his blood, since we have on record that you donated blood in order to save him – which is a courageous thing for a father to do for his son, by the way – but that isn't the point. It seems when we tested it, there's something...different about his blood.
"Different? What do you mean by that?"
"His blood...the tests seemed different. We were so puzzled we had delivered a sample of it over to a blood specialist on the other side of town to analyze it. We got the results today, Mr. Sonn. A certain amount of your son's blood cells seem to have..." The doctor paused again. "…mutated."
"Mutated?" Goku looked puzzled and thought on why would Ash's blood cells be taking on a different form. Still he couldn't figure out why.
"It's strange, my lad. And what is even stranger is the time it took Ash to recover. Usually injuries like this would have taken weeks to recover, but Ash...is a different case altogether."
"Really?"
"It seems so. But I theorize that since that Ash is in excellent condition; his body seems to heal faster thanks to his health. I guess he is much stronger than an ordinary boy his age."
Goku knew that all too well. Ash was well trained in the art of Jankenpo Karate, Goku's signature style. Years of rigorous training and conditioning molded Ash into a competent fighter on the level of the rest of the so-called "Z-Fighters". He rubbed the back of his head nervously with a laugh. "Could be."
"All these strange coincidences amazed me…yet they could be a future concern. It would be best if you keep an eye on his actions and contact a doctor immediately if anything happens. I advise that strongly, Mr. Sonn."
"I will, and when we get back to Japan, I'll see that we have a blood specialist or a doctor
on the case as well."
"Take care, my man, and your son too."
"Thanks, doctor."
As Goku finished up his small conversation with the doctor, Hotaru helped as Ash to the car by lending him a hand. Ash walked very slowly as previously advised, for fear of overexertion in his still weak condition. But as he walked, his girlfriend Hotaru noticed that the arm she was holding was shaking—sometimes it would be a little twitch, sometimes it would be a violent shudder.
"Ash, is that your arm shaking?"
"My arm...yeah. I think it has something to do with my recovery. I guess I better go easy on it," Ash said in a dry voice.
"And voice sounds scratchy and dry."
He cleared his throat. "Its probably my voice box. It's been scratchy like that for a while now. But thank you for your concern Hotaru."
"Its no problem," Hotaru replied, smiling sweetly. And while on the outside she was happy for Ash's recovery, but on the inside, she was concerned. Something was not right about Ash. It didn't feel like the normal Ash she's grown to love. But still he was Ash, and that all that cared for the moment now.
Hotaru watched with her father by her side as the car that Sonns rented went off towards the hotel for a day's relaxation followed by a long plane trip back to Japan, and back home for the Sonn family. She then turned around and headed out of the hospital area with her father.
It was days later and the news has released a steady amount of information regarding the incident known as the Gund Arena. According to reports, 20% of 1,350 estimated deaths were caused by a large part of the Gund Arena's ceiling collapsing; 37% of the deaths were caused by murder in a ritualistic fashion, not known in any textbooks, while the remaining 43% were simply murdered in cold blood.
The numbers stand: An estimated 1,350 deaths and an estimated number of 2,100 were declared missing, a number of them being CWE employees and other innocent bystanders.
As for those lucky to survive, they were released a few days later.
The last one was to be Darien.
TIME: 8:30pm
LOCATION: Cleveland, Ohio
While Rini slept in a nearby hotel, Darien went out to go walk around Cleveland to think. And as he wandered around the city streets at night, his mind raced through old memories of the old days when the family wasn't just he and Rini, but when it he was he, Rini, and Serena.
It was painful to think back. But he couldn't stop. For nearly an hour, Darien walked through the streets with no one noticing him or his pain.
Then a memory went to close into his mind, Darien grabbed his head in order to control the pain within his subconscious. His grasping of his head and labored breathing and whispering to himself were only expressions of the real pain that was going through his head.
His memories flashed and raced at a split second speed. Repeating, repeating, the same voice jumbled together in one collective orgy of painstaking voices. Voices of laughter, happiness, and love raced through his head. But then they then faded away and turned into voices of violence, madness, and hate.
Darien was being further pushed off the deep end.
And then it all stopped. Everything Darien could do just stopped. He couldn't hear, he couldn't speak, he couldn't smell, he couldn't taste, he couldn't sense, and all he could see were the images flashing in his head.
And his mind's vision stopped at one scene. Serena stood dead center of the Gund Arena. Her naked body was clothed with the shadows of hatred and darkness. She stood with her back to Darien. Her right arm was covered and dripped blood and onto the floor while her other arm held a dead child by the face. And in one stroke, Serena smeared blood over the child and dropped her on the ground.
But before Darien's mind could react, Serena's back's flesh tore as six wings of black feathers tore through. And with one small flap of all six wings, Serena flew towards the light that shined on her.
Darien's mind went back to normal.
But as Darien regained control of his mind, so did he of his senses. He could have connected with his senses. Hearing, smelling, tasting, were coming back to him. His regular sight came last. And as his vision came through, he noticed that he was at the Gund Arena, and in front of him was the damaged areas of the arena.
"We knew you would be here," said a familiar female voice from behind Darien.
"And look at you, struggling while your mind is bound in barbed wire, tortured in a never-ending cycle of internal pain. You're pathetic."
"And to make matters worse you will never see death coming at you?!"
Darien turned around in anger but as he saw the three female voices that taunted him behind. But to his surprise, he saw Sailors Uranus, Neptune, and Mars—Amara, Michelle, and Rei.
"You three? I thought you three died in..."
"...the arena? Please!" Amara exclaimed as she unsheathed her scimitar, the Space Saber, from the sheath attached to the back of her Sailor Suit. "We didn't die in it, we're the ones who started it."
"WHAT?!" Darien said in shock.
Neptune laughed as if she really found the site of where a high of number of deaths occurred, but to Darien's mind, it seemed she was. She then said to the shocked Darien, "You should have seen it, one after another, helpless pigs being lead to the slaughter."
"Now one pig has come back," Sailor Mars said while holding a singular flame in the palm of her open hand.
"What are you three doing?"
"Following orders," they answered simultaneously, their voices sounding eerily similar.
And with that, Uranus charged at Darien with her blade lunging straight towards Darien's chest. He quickly jumped up high and in the process had assumed into his superhero form of Tuxedo Mask.
"So you changed your clothes; it doesn't mean a thing!" With that, Uranus jumped up to meet with Darien's position as she swung her sword to slit his throat, but inches before it could reach even the hair of his neck, Darien's cane stopped with a small spark of blades as metal met metal.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Darien asked as he was face to face with Uranus, heading towards the ground in a fall.
"The question is why are you still ALIVE?!" Mars said from the ground as she pitched a small dosage of fire at the back of Tuxedo Mask. Darien peered his eye behind him, seeing a burst of flames darting towards his back. With quick reflexes, Darien lunged his head back and head slammed Amara, causing her to lose her tension. And while his falling and the flames got closer to each other, Tuxedo Mask pushed himself off the semi-conscious Amara, making her the target of the flames.
Amara was engulfed into the flames of Sailor Mars. Darien saw that as landed on the ground. But before he could even take one breath a tunnel of water hurled at his body. And with great force his body flung against a standing brick wall. She laughed inwardly as his limp body slid down the wall.
"Its a shame that I have to kill you with such ease," Michelle said as she approached Darien. "But you do deserve it for scratching Amara. So I'll make you drown when there's no water around!"
As she said that, she lifted her hand up and Darien's body lifted up and in an instant, water formed around Darien's body. In seconds the masked man was drowning in a cube of water in the middle of the air.
"DIE YOU PIG!"
Tuxedo Mask's mask and hat floated to the top while his arms and legs felt like a chain of water held them down. It was then a rose materialized in his hand. His only way out was to rely on this one shot, by flinging the rose at Neptune, hoping to lose to grip on the water. But he was getting weak from holding his breath. He had to do it, now.
His wrist snapped and the rose flew through the water cube like a missile and launched out, stabbing itself through Michelle's shin. She whelped in pain, but as she did, her grip on the water fell through and weakened till Tuxedo Mask broke free, flinging himself at a waiting Sailor Mars.
The two traded blows while Michelle clasped her right shin and pulled out the diamond sharp rose, now covered in her own blood. She glanced up with the bloody rose in her hand and saw Rei and Darien block each other's blow.
Then she saw her opening. Rei landed a kick straight to the face of Darien.
"NEPTUNE…DEEP SUBMERGE!"
Neptune summoned a great rush of water and formed into a sphere. And with that, she fired it directly at Darien, and at a rate that impact would nearly paralyze his back.
But she was wrong.
Before she could notice, Darien swept the feet of Sailor Mars, causing her to lose balance, falling to the ground. He missed the water sphere launched by Neptune by mere inches.
Darien stood up and picked up the down Sailor Mars and threw her into Neptune. The two met as one slammed into another. They couldn't avoid this. But neither could they avoid the fifteen roses that followed Mars afterward.
Fifteen, fifteen diamond sharp roses tore into the two's bodies and stuck the two of them onto a large plate of rusted metal that used to be the arena's protective covering. The two looked at the exhausted Tuxedo Mask, whose back was turned after his throwing all of those roses, an elegant, white-gloved hand just barely visible by the right side of his head.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"This."
He snapped his fingers, and simultaneously, all fifteen roses exploded, taking the attached Mars and Neptune with them. Debris and fire scattered everywhere. Reacting quickly, Darien knelt onto the ground covered his body with his cape.
Seconds later the blast was over. Darien stood up and saw the smoke from the blast covering the entire area. He couldn't see anything. There was so much smoke that it made his eyes water. Blinded, he stood in one spot, waiting for the smoke to fade.
As it did, he saw three shadows. And a quick glare of light, as then Uranus with her Space Sword rushed right at him, and stuck into the left shoulder of Tuxedo Mask, making him cringe to the ground on one knee.
The three shadows then sliced their hands through the smoke, and instantly it was clear. All three, who were believe to be dead or at least defeated were still standing in perfect condition. But this time something was different.
Their suits were no longer the same. Where there was white, there was black, and where there was their signature color, it was a darker shade.
Amara snapped her head a pick with a small "crick" off to the side, while she and the two other approached the downed Darien.
"You're one of the reasons why the word, 'kill' exists."
TO BE CONTINUED………
