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Eureka Seven: The Forgotten
Chapter I: Rebirth
"Okay, we're through," says the officer. He turns around to the New United Federations Captain Thomas Cater, blow torch in his hand. "Sorry it took so long, sir. The mainframe was offline in this area and we couldn't access through any terminal, as well as hack it. This was a last resort," he says, waving the torch in his hand.
"No apologies needed, officer," Cater replies, waving his hand. "Truth be told, I wanted you to take you're time. All of this seems too creepy for me. But this is my job."
"Indeed, sir"
"You may go back to your post."
"Thank you sir," the officer salutes him and walks off. Cater watches the officer go back up the service elevator. Cater looks at his team of ten and sighs. He never took a liking to Warsaw, after all the experiments to copy a Coralian. He was well aware what was going on in the mansion, even during Dewey's regime. Now, news of a secret underground testing facility made things even more hateful to the late Colonel. He puts his hand over his eyes, rubbing the migraine in his head.
"Captain, is something wrong?"
"No, just a headache, now listen up!" he yells, getting the attention of his team. "General Novak's orders are to excavate this underground facility and destroy and hazardous and dangerous organisms if necessary. Any questions?" One hand goes up in the back.
"Why couldn't they just get miners or something down here?" the soldier asks.
"Because what's down here is highly classified as well as it is said to be highly dangerous."
"How dangerous?"
"Enough questions, lets go!" Cater leads him group down the stairs. After ten minutes of descending stairs, they come to a large laboratory. There isn't all that much in the room. A computer unit or two, some monitors, and a few lab tables. There are three doors other than the exit, but other than that, the room seems organized and neat. The team wanders around the lab. One person goes through a door. Cater curses to himself.
"Dammit, Holland. Why drag us down here for this? This is nothing but a…" he is cut off by a scream. The team rushes into the room where a female lieutenant is standing in front of something, shaking.
"Lt. Stewart, what is it?" Cater yells.
"It's a…" Stewart starts, stumbling over her words. "One of those monsters, from five years ago." Cater pushes her aside and glances at what she is babbling about. He looks dead in the eye of a huge blue creature, long since deceased from stab wounds and quite possibly starvation. Cater stares hard into the purple eye, seeing his own reflection in it.
"What in the hell?" Cater asks, confusedly. "Okay, search everywhere, tell me what you find."
Meanwhile, in the city of Bellforest, dusk is settling in the mediocre town. At the edge of the town lays Garage Thurston, home over the famous mechanic, hero, and savior. As the sun sets, Eureka watches the sky turn from blue to orange to a magnificent blend of colors. Her wings make the wall behind her shine a greenish red. She looks off into the mountains, feeling something odd. Why do I feel…frightened? She thought to herself. A voice breaks her thought.
"Mama, hurry up, its about to start." She looks up to see Linck, smiling at her, pointing to the door.
"Okay," she says, smiling, running with her child. It's been 4 years since Renton and Eureka got back after the Second Summer of Love, including the one year they decided to spend with each other after all the fighting and saving the world and such. The two now live with Axle in Bellforest. Renton works with his grandfather and Maurice follows him everywhere. Maeter took up reading and even though she's young, she has developed a strong mind. Linck is still a kid and clings to Eureka. They are all happy with their lives, and couldn't ask for more.
Eureka walks into the kitchen through the back door. Renton is making popcorn and looks up at her.
"Are you okay?" he asks
"Yeah, I just needed some air." Renton smiles and walks up to her. The two kiss and stare at each other. Maurice walks in and Maeter soon follows. The two look at Renton and Eureka wooing over each other. Maurice looks at the counter and back at the two.
"Papa."
"Yes?"
"The popcorn is burning," he says, pointing to the microwave. Renton throws one of his out of control fits and proceeds to throw the bag into the sink. He looks up blushing at the three.
"Go ahead, I'll be there soon." He pulls out another bag and puts it in the microwave. Eureka follows the kids into the living room. She sits down on the couch and the kids sit in front of the floor on the TV.
"This is gonna be a good movie," says Linck.
"I've never seen it before," replies Mater.
"Be quiet," remarks Maurice "It's starting." The movie starts on the television as Renton walks in, bowl of popcorn in hand.
"Okay, you guys, share this time."
"Yes, papa" the three say in unison. Renton sits down next to Eureka. She puts her head on his shoulders.
"Love you," he says.
"Love you too," she replies. She stares at the screen, drifting into a hazy state before she soon falls asleep. Renton glances at her, smiles, and turns back to the screen.
"My God!" says 2nd Lt. Sehar, as he opens the other door. In the room across the hall from the anti-body corpse, there appears to be a worn out gurney with very thin straps. Blood stains are on the walls and dents on the floor under and on the gurney. "Captain!" he yells. Cater walks in and looks around.
"Things just keep getting better and better," he sarcastically says, taking out a cigarette. He walks around the room, smoking when he notices a small door in the corner. He calls for someone.
"Major Howell!"
"Yes sir!"
"Open that door and patrol the room."
"At once sir." Howell opens the door, gun in hand and walks in. After about five minutes, he walks out, looking at his captain.
"Sir, there is an incinerator in there and…"
"And what?"
"Lists of names. Sir, they cremated people here, and I also found something else. Come with me." Cater follows Howell into the room. He sees the incinerator in the corner and a desk with papers, listing people's names on it. Howell points out a door in the far end of the room. The door is barred and there seem to be bullet holes in it.
"Open it."
"Yes sir." Howell proceeds to remove the pieces of wood from the door. After five minutes, the door is unbarred and Howell opens it slightly and falls to the floor.
"Ahh...ohh…that smell is horrible," he yells, covering his nose.
"Quit your complaining, it's probably a dead rat or something." Cater pushes him out of the way and opens the door. Not only is he hit with a wave of odor, he is also hit with a decomposed body that fall on him. Cater pushes the body off and looks inside. There are twenty corpses in the room, all of them wearing lab coats, their bodies mangled and bent in bad directions. Cater closes the door and steps back.
"So, what was Dewey doing down here?" Cater asks when he hears gagging from behind him. Howell is on the ground, puking from the smell and the site. "Suck it up, major."
"Sir, tape recorder."
"What?" Cater asks. He looks down and sees a tape recorded. He picks it up and walks back into the main room, calling his team together. He explains what he and Howell discovered and holds up the tape recorder. He hits play and the room goes silent.
"To whomever finds this. You must know what happened. We knew of Dewey's exploits of the government. Of the lies and propaganda he was feeding the public, and we just stood by, continuing our research. He brought us this creature and asked for us to do to soldiers what the others were doing to the girls. We tried, and all were failures. However, one day, we received a special patient. We did our experiment, and it was a success. An artificial Humanoid Anti-Body Coralian. We succeeded, and may God forgive us. Gibbs got to the surface and will tell Dewey what is." Long banging is heard in the background. "Oh God, no. No. No. No." After that, there are screams heard throughout the tape. People pleading for their lives, and just plain chaos. After all the screaming, there is a long and uneasy silence. Then there is a bone-chilling laughter that echoes through the room the team is in. Cater stops the tape and looks around.
"So, we know something bad was down here.
"What if it's still here?" asks Howell
"It couldn't survive long," replies Stewart. "Like that antibody we found earlier."
"Well, we have one more door to look through." Says Cater. "If there's nothing, we can go, but I have the feeling that we're going to find something, so get ready." Each officer holds up their arms as they proceed to the door at the far end. They open it slowly, as to scan the room before barging in. Stewart goes in first and switches on the main lights. She yells that the coast is clear. The rest follow after her and look around the room. There's not much in this room, except for the large cylinder on the wall. Sehar walks up to the glass cylinder.
"Damn, this thing is dusty as hell," he exclaims, as he begins to wipe it down. Right after he moves his hand, he spots the edge of a human shaped figure in it. He is taken aback. "There's something in there!" he yells. Cater walks over to it and wipes it down with a handkerchief. When he is done, everyone gasps.
In the cylinder is a man strapped to the edge, in a straightjacket. The glass is full of a strange yellow liquid. The man seems to be unconscious, as his eyes are closed and his black hair ebbs back and forth in the liquid. The team looks around to see scratches on the wall around it as well as an empty syringe on the floor. Cater picks it up and examines it.
"Sergeant Berman, can you tell what was in this?" he asks. Berman, being the medical expert grabs the syringe and stares at some numbers on the side. He was quiet for a few minutes before he answered.
"Well, Captain, I can't tell you exactly what was in this. From what I'm looking at, there were far too many chemicals and injections in this to give it a name, and far too many for an average person to live through. Best guess, it was used to put Jaws there into a chemically-induced coma."
"Great," comments Howell as he leans on the terminal closest to the cylinder "so what do we do now? Kill it?"
"We don't know what this is yet, so…" Cater is cut off by a siren. Everyone's eyes move around until they see Howell panicking over the terminal. "What did you do?!"
"I don't know sir, I don't know!" Howell starts to hit every button on the terminal. Eventually, the siren goes off, calming everyone down. Howell turns around to meet everyone's hateful glares. "What? It was an accident. It's not like anything bad hap…" Howell is stopped by a loud shatter and a bandaged arm. The team notices that the yellow liquid is gone and the man has come back to life. He picks up Howell by the throat, levitating him off the ground, against the cylinder. Howell is gasping for breath as he makes eye contact with the man. He opens his eyes and looks at Howell, sliming. Howell notices that the man's eyes are a deep pinkish purple.
"Shoot it!" Stewart yells.
"No! You'll hit Howell!" Cater orders. The team lowers their arms and stares at their comrade. The man in the cylinder laughs and proceeds to bang Howell against the glass, cracking it first then breaking it. As the broken glass falls to the floor, the man walks out, still holding Howell by the throat. Howell struggles to get free as the man grins a sick smile. They all hear a crack and stare at Howell, who has stopped moving.
"How could he break his neck with one hand?" asks Sehar.
"Okay, now fire!" the officers proceed to fire at the man, a cloud of smoke arises from the wall and ground. They hold their fire long enough to let the smoke clear. The man appears from out of the smoke, standing above the corpse of Howell. He chuckles to himself.
"I have to admit," he starts, in a coarse voice, "that was a good effort, but now it's my turn!" And with that, the man springs forward, on the assault of the team. Most of them scream and others continue to fire. Cater looks him in the eye gun in hand, but can not move. "Scarred, huh? Don't worry; this is going to be fun for you and me." All Cater can do is scream.
"AAAIIEE!" screams Eureka, as she springs up from Renton's shoulder. The kids and Renton quickly divert their attention from the movie, starring at her.
"Mama, what's wrong?"
"Are you okay?"
"You're not hurt, are you?" Linck, Maeter and Maurice ask, respectively. Eureka shakes her head.
"No, I'm alright. Sorry about that. Enjoy the movie, don't worry about me." The kids turn back to the television as Eureka lies back on the couch. Renton sits up and holds her hand, looking at her in the eye.
"Are you sure you're alright?" he asks, worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replies, "It was just a bad dream."
"Alright then, as long as you're okay." He picks up her hand and kisses it and puts it back on her lap. She smiles and leans back on his shoulder, daydreaming while the movie is on. I know it was a dream, she thinks to herself but why did it seem so real?
The man exhales smoke, looking at Stewart dead in the eyes as she is trembling in the corner. He continues to smoke Cater's cigarettes while he sits on the pile of corpses that used to be the 16th division of the N.U.F. He sighs and looks at her.
"I can't believe it's been five years. Six really, but still five. I've been locked away for so long, that I don't even know what the world will bring to me. But I know what I'll bring to it." He puts on his sick grin again, and stares at her, into her soul. "You've seen a sample of what's to come, girlie. But, alas, I know that I'm not alone. I know that I'll be hated for my Coralian links and…"
"But," she starts. Within the blink of an eye, his fist goes through the wall next to her head.
"I don't like being interrupted."
"But, there is that one Coralian."
"You mean Eureka?
"Yes."
"Well, from what I'm going to guess, she found her partner and they live happily in a little crappy hut, right?"
"Sorta."
"Well, I have something special for her."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"Why have you let me live?"
"One reason: awareness. I'm not going to tell you about me, but if you can tell Dewey…"
"Dewey's dead." The man punches another hole in the wall, on the other side of her head.
"I said I hate being interrupted. So what if he's dead. Tell whoever is running the ship to be aware that the world's cruelest weapon has come. And it will be fun."
"You're going to let me go?" Stewart asks, hopefully. The man smiles and tosses his smoke aside.
"Yes, but not without collateral. I'm not just going to let you walk out." He explains, grabbing her arm, twisting it. "You have to pay the price." She winces in pain as he twists her arm around.
"Please….stop."
"Nope." He continues to twist it until it can no longer move. He puts his foot on her back and pushes her hard. He pulls back on her arm as he does this, causing her joint to pop out. She screams in pain as he continues it again an again. By the fifth kick, he completely pulls her arm off of her body. She yells and curses as she rolling around, holding a bloody stump.
"Now go, and tell them to get ready." She complies and runs out the door, holding her bleeding arm. The man throws the arm in the pile and lights another cigarette. He looks at the pile, smiling. "They will rue the day they decided to make me into a specimen. They will shake when they hear the name: Jack Davis." He finishes it and walks out the door, leaving the pile of bodies to be forgotten in time.