The floor shook violently as another explosion wracked the facility. The halls echoed with rushing feet of Zoanoids as they began to change and take intercepting positions within the halls as the unknown intruder made their way up through the processing facility. Dr. Charles Lane, head of the science team and lead researcher of new Zoanoid designs in that particular North American branch was held within the main computer room where video feed of the entire compound was redirected so as to keep an eye on the events. Through the speakers were numerous commands given to the Zoanoid forces and just as many screams and roars as the battle ensued. He was currently uploading the latest in Zoanoid engineering to a flash drive.
His eyes darted back and forth from the computer screen to the main cameras. It was unbelievable that such an attack would occur. Lane couldn't believe it even though it was proceeding as he was gathering the data.
Everything had happened so fast, it was still so shocking that this much damage was done in only the past ten minutes. Word was that there was someone….someTHING at the front gate. Then that THING abruptly ripped the front gate off its hinges like it was nothing and attacked the small, hidden, Chronos facility. The guards didn't have time to even change into their Zoa forms. The attacker cut them down and moved through the facility. Rumor was it was human, or at least in human form before the Vamore attacked and its body changed. Contact was lost after that.
Another screen went to static on the third floor. The attacker was only two floors away and the upload was only at 47%. Sweat was beginning to run down his face. His eyes no longer watched the download. He was focused on the screens now. A small squad of Zoanoids waited eagerly on either side of the hall. He watched a Vamore step out, both shoulder pods charging to fire a blast at the enemy. From the blind spot of the camera, something shot out and pierced the Vamore through his skull, the charge gone before it could be completed. The force knocked the Zoanoid back and pinned it to the far wall. His fellow Zoanoids stared in shock.
With a violent jerk the Vamore was pulled into the blind spot. Snapped out of their shock, the other Zoanoids rushed around the corner to attack. Blood almost seemed to gush from the hall like an open wound with howling screams of pain. The floor beneath Lane's feet shook and the camera went to static but another cleared and Lane was none too thrilled about the image. Dissolving Zoanoid carcasses lined the floor and walls. Noticable wounds looked to be from tearing. As if something had gotten a hold of the Zoanoids and ripped them apart. A Gregole hung from the ceiling, it's head shoved through the roofing. The body was dissolving like the others, the body falling from its head which soon followed.
Lane looked to the upload. Nearly complete but the intruder was much closer.
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Powered Zerebubuth stomped down the hall, coming to the last known location of the intruder. It's arm took aim, Heat Wave Cannon ready to fire. Unfortunately there was nothing there but dissolving Zoanoids that had fallen victim to the unknown assailant. The glow from the crystal disappeared, no longer needed for the moment. The claws on its other hand extended as it stepped into the gore.
Smoke, steam and water from the overhead sprinkler system were clouding his vision. Stepping lightly through the remains of its comrades, Powered Zerebubuth took notice of the damage done in the battle. The walls were heavily impacted. Stains and decomposing Zoanoids obviously the cause of the impacts. Like they had been thrown into the walls with unbelievable force. A single reinforced door that lead into a research room was ripped off and had been used to cleave a Gregole in two. It must have been up against the wall when the door had been pushed or thrown at it. The door itself was submerged a few feet into the wall. The lower half of the Gregole was dissolving away on the floor while the upper half dissolved on the door; the goo-like remains running down and dripping onto the floor.
The sound of heavy bare feet hitting the floor turned Powered Zerebubuth around to see another Gregole running from the other end of the hall, arm missing from a clean cut. It clutched the wound that was bleeding profusely.
"Gregole!" Powered Zerebubuth called, stopping the wounded Zoanoid as it attempted to run past. "What happened? Where's the enemy?" The Gregole didn't answer. It only growled and howled at the Hyper Zoanoid in a crazed state. Its remaining hand clawed at Powered Zerebubuth. It did little damage to the Hyper Zoanoid, who only pushed the damaged Zoanoid back. "I won't ask again!" It roared, its vibrational blades began to hum and glow red.
The Gregole made a move to attack again. Its chest however burst open, blinding Powered Zerebubuth with blood. Cleaning the blood from its face, the Hyper Zoanoid looked in horror too see an arm protruding through the center of Gregole's chest. The Zoanoid was lifted off its feet by that same arm, and held aside by the attacker. Powered Zerebubuth studied this newcomer, taking notice of the strange carapace like armor that covered its small frame. It almost looked insect like. It was dark in color, almost black with pulsing yellow/orange/red veins that lines around certain portions of its body. There was no sign of a face, not even eyes but Powered Zerebubuth could tell it was staring at him.
Powered Zerebubuth had long ago deactivated its claw and had charged its Heat Wave Cannon. Bright green energy poured from the crystal and washed over the intruder and the dying Gregole. It burned and carved out the walls and ceiling, blowing through other walls and out the building entirely and out into the rainy night with a crack of lightening washing over it before dissipating.
When the dust settled, there was nothing left. Powered Zerebubuth gave a grunt of satisfaction. He looked at his work, satisfied that the intruder was dead. But something felt wrong. The unknown enemy had killed so many yet had died so easily by his attack. And its appearance. It wasn't anything he had ever seen before. It looked nothing like the Guyvers. But neither one did look exactly the same. He had once heard of the Lost Numbers. One could assume this one was such a Zoanoid.
So distracted by his thoughts, Powered Zerebubuth never saw the hand that reached from the shadows of the open room beside him.
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Lane felt another tremor. That brief pause in the attack had made him feel relieved. He had almost stopped the upload. Good thing he hadn't. The upload was complete and the flash drive was in his hands as he exited the room. Two Zoanoids stood in human form, waiting to escort him to the helicopter on the roof. He gave no order, just ran. The two Zoanoids were quick to follow. The lifts were too slow, and most likely inaccessible. The fastest way was to take the stairs. One of the two Zoanoids took point, rushing through the door and heading up the stairs with Lane and his partner right behind him.
Another explosion rocked the stairs. Smoke bellowed from the floors bellow. Lane took a second glance to see a fire raging two floors down. For a split second he saw something rush through the flames and smoke. He wasted no more time and continued to push himself up the flight of stairs. The Zoanoid that was taking the rear had noticed as well, stopping to confront the foe.
He turned, removing his helmet and tossing it to the floor. "Get the professor out of here. I'll deal with the intruder." He turned away, getting no response from either of the two. Didn't matter. He bared his fangs and felt the change, his body bulging and tearing away his suit. He trippled in size, his skin turning gray and a large horn sprouted from his head. A small flame bellowed from Derzerb's mouth as he breathed heavily. He pounded his massive fists together as the intruder charged up the stairs, his speed increasing with each step. Derzerb roared, discharging his attack. Flames poured down to meet the approaching enemy who rushed right into the blast. Derzerb continued to unleash his attack, making sure to melt away the enemy.
A fist burst through the flames and drove hard into Derzerb's jaw. The attack closed his mouth and the flames were forced to burn through his nose. He felt a hand grip his horn and his center of gravity changed as he was lifted in the air and then tossed down the stairs. The impact rocked the stairs, cracking the wall and floor. Melted railing dripped onto his body but he didn't feel it. Coughing, smoke bellowing from his mouth and nose, Derzerb looked up in time to see the enemy come down on him with a knee. The weight was almost too much for Derzerb to handle. It was like a mountain had been dropped on him. How could something so small weigh so much?
The impact plus the tremendous weight that the small enemy had was enough to cause the weakened floor to break and the two plummeted down to the stairs below. They didn't stop till two floors down, the stair well cracking dangerously from the impact.
The weight was gone. Derzerb tasted copper. Blood. His blood, and it was running from his mouth and down his face. He began to move, but stopped as a shadow was cast over him. He looked up, seeing a dark figure hover over him. He saw no face. Just armor. His arm snatched out at a leg, but the other was quickly posed over him and came down on his face. He didn't have time to scream.
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Lane and his Zoanoid bodyguard burst through the door to the roof. His face was instantly splattered with rain and strong winds. It was eerie at most with the attack happening during a thunder storm.
The Zoanoid began to escort him to the helicopter, but stopped as the ground beneath their feet shuddered. The roof seemed to explode between them and the chopper, with something soaring high into the air. Lightening flashed and gave Lane a quick silhouette of the attacker. He was posed for a second in the air, and as gravity took control he came down with what looked like a bladed elbow into the chopper. To be honest, the entire arm looked to be a massive blade. The enemy must have weighed several tones, for it completely bent the chopper in half and sunk it into the roof before it exploded. Lane was shielded from the blast by the Zoanoid, but their only means of escape was now gone.
The enemy climbed up from the fire, silhouetted by the flames. It slowly walked towards Lane and the Zoanoid. Each step sounded heavy, like tones of weight was stomping its way towards them, but its size said it would make no more of a sound then he would.
Lane shuffled away with the Zoanoid standing between him and the attacker. The rain hid away the urine stain as he began to piss himself. Again lightening flashed and Lane caught another clear glimpse of the creature. It was humanoid in shape, and much smaller than any Zoanoid he had seen. Its armor looked like some kind of organic shell. There was no face, only the same armor that made up the rest of it's body. Small portions of its body glowed, pulsing a reddish yellow. Lane had feared it may have been one of the fabled Guyvers that had appeared in Japan a year ago, or the one that had appeared here in the U.S. But this thing looked nothing like the Guyver. He had seen photos and read reports, and this thing shared no similarities except that it managed to fend off a large mass of Zoanoids on its own.
With a roar, the Zoanoid changed, revealing himself to be Bilfinger. The massive, crustacean Hyper-Zoanoid roared at the enemy, who kept its slow pace as it moved closer and closer to them. Getting no reaction, Bilfinger charged forward with heavy, clumsy steps. Its massive clawed hands reached out to grab its opponent. The enemy met him head on, hands locking up. The two began a power struggle neither giving any ground. But the attacker was slowly beginning to push Bilfinger back. Its arms shifted, writhing like tentacles before solidifying into much bulkier forms. Its hands gripped the hands of Bilfinger and crushed them. The Hyper-Zoanoid roared in pain, blood gushing from his ruined claws. Those same massive hands that curshed Bilfinger's hands grabbed him by the collar of his armor. He was lifted into the air, up and over, and down onto his head. His body penetrated the roof and he plummeted down to the floor below.
Lane was shaking. His last line of defense just got taken down with ease. The attacker turned and stared at him, and Lane felt his pants get warm again. Those writhing tentacles shifted on his arms again, returning them to normal. He crossed the distance with Lane trying to crawl away, but failed as a hand gripped the back of his lab coat and hoisted him into the air, lightening cracking in the air. His hand dug into his pocket, retrieving the flash drive. He held it out, his hand shaking in fear.
"Here!" he said. His hand was shaking furiously. "Please, take it! It has all of the Zoanoid data from this facility!"
There was silence for a brief second. The only noise was the sound of the rain and the fire. "….I don't want your data," it said.
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Not long after the attack occurred, Zoanoid reinforcements were flown in. But they were too late to do anything. The entire complex was burning to the ground, with the entire staff and Zoanoid projects gone in the destruction. The only survivor that was found was a mile away. Charles Lane was found walking towards the interstate. When questioned at the scene, he was in too much shock to talk. He carried with him the precious Zoanoid data.
Lane was taken back to the burning facility and airlifted from the area and on towards the nearest processing facility. Along the way, he sat silently at the back of the chopper, a Zoanoid on either side. Lane looked to the one on the left, and then to the one on the right. Neither looked too different from one another. Same blue uniform with a white helmet. He spared a glimpse out the window. He saw a rather large facility with Chronos' logo on the side. Neither of the two Zoanoids noticed the smile on Lane's face, nor the fact that his eyes shifted from green to a tint of yellow, then shift back.
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My name… is Alex Mercer. A few years ago, I stopped a viral outbreak and prevented the complete destruction of New York City. An outbreak I was more or less the main cause of. After which I left, leaving my sister, Dana, in a comatose state and in the care of Dr. Bradley Ragland. I believed the further away from me, the safer she would be. But I was wrong.
A year would go by, and I wondered the world, lost in my thoughts and actions to determine whether or not humanity deserved to be saved. That they needed a hero. I had come to the conclusion that they weren't. Humanity as a whole was selfish and self-centered, not caring for their fellow man. So I hid, sticking to the Canadian mountains. I hid away, consuming when I needed to…
…but that all ended on what was known as X-Day.
An organization that seemingly was under all of the world's radar, called Chronos, had systematically in one day taken over the world. I was away from any form of civilization when it happened. I only happened upon the information when a group of resistance fighters were battling it out with what I had thought were infected. Needless to say, I killed and consumed them all, learning as much as I could.
These monsters, called Zoanoids, were a little more difficult to consume. They were 'made' to dissolve upon their death. To hide evidence I assumed. I could only consume fractions of their bio-mass before throwing up the rest in dissolving matter. Told myself I wouldn't do that again, but I had gained a new trick from the experience. I now had enhanced Infected vision, allowing me to see those who were Zoanoids. A handy trick so that I may get the needed bio-mass I need should I take too much damage, and not consume a Zoanoid by mistake.
I returned to New York, searching for Ragland. He had Dana. I had to make sure she was safe. The city was in fairly good condition, considering the mess I had left it in, and the attack from Chronos didn't help.
I searched and searched throughout the city, consuming those I felt had information before I had gained a lead that Ragland and some survivors from the outbreak were taken away by Chronos. Ragland's research, notes, and samples were all gone. His lab was scrapped clean. But knowing who took him gave me my next lead. Chronos had Ragland; and by extension, Dana.
So since then, I've been tracking. Hunting. Digging my way through some of Chronos' small research facilities, looking through their files and consuming the more human members of their organization to find Dana. I'm heavily outnumber and out gunned. Their Zoanoids are pretty strong. Blackwatch didn't even last long during the first attack, their Super Soldiers doing a good deal of damage to their muscle based creations, but the more devastating energy projecting Zoanoids would vaporize them before they had the chance to put their hands on them. So I have to play it smart. Take my time.
Dead or alive, I will find Dana. And anyone who gets in my way will feel my wrath…
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So what'd you guys think? A nice start to something? Not sure of what to do though. Guyver series isn't exactly done with. Mostly wrote this to get some idea flowing for some of you fans out there, if anyone else out there were wondering on how to do a crossover for the two.
And I had originally thought of using Heller instead of Mercer, considering how P2 went, but I liked Alex from P1. Didn't seem like the monster they made him out to be in the second one, so I changed some things. Also thought, 'what would be a good cause for Alex to attack Chronos?' Why not have his sister, Dana, in danger. So yea. Your thoughts on this?