Chapter 1

The Black Angel

"Hey Kira got another 'un for ya!" A woman gave an aggravated growl as she spun in her chair, a street blue was running up to her with a folder and a silly grin. "Assault case with possible homicide, the suspected perp is a kid with multiple lacerations through his torso, he's sitting in holding now" She took the folder and nodded but before she opened it she cocked her head at the man.

"…through the torso? As in pierced completely?"

He nodded.

"Then why the fuck is he in holding!? We should get him to an ER before he"

The man nodded and cut her off.

"That was the statement given by the first officer to encounter him, by the time we got the kid to the ER however there was nothing, not cuts or even scarring, but he was covered in blood and his clothes were shredded, the hospital discharged him anyway because there was no visible trauma to his body, so we put him in holding"

She gave another awkward look of confusion and he grinned as he turned.

"Have fun with this one"

The buzz of fluorescents, the flickering lights of faulty wiring, it took only a moment of this before the boy snapped up to attention, eyes darting about as he sat in a low crouch. A wide room with pale blue cemented walls, a drain in the center of the floor, the slab he was sleeping on and one heavy steel door, very depressing. He sighed and rolled his neck again, pops and crackling sounding incredibly loudly as he took a seat and lay back against the wall. He finally noticed he was shirtless, he still had on his jeans and socks and he thanked god for that much. Damn it was cold though. He took another fleeting glance about; a square section of the wall was cut out and replaced with a one way mirror. He scoffed and closed his eyes, concentrating silently. After a moment his breathing increased in depth, growing deeper and deeper. He looked past the glass, past the reflection into a room wired up the hoo-hah with circuits and monitoring equipment, a lone camera with a wide angle lens watched him while an officer sat at a desk, looking anxious almost. The man's head suddenly jerked towards the door into the room, someone knocking?

He had a feeling it wasn't any good news, though his thoughts quickly changed the moment a rather lovely woman stepped in, all black with dark chestnut hair, wireless frames adorning a slender nose, baby blue eyes, a knock out. They spoke but he couldn't hear them. So he instead watched their lips intently.

When did he wake up?

A few minutes ago

Has he said anything?

Nope, he just sat there, hell he look at him he looks like he's about ready to pass out again

Is he responsive?

No idea, why?

I want to ask him a few questions

No can do miss, I'm waiting for confirmation from the bureau, they want first dibs on him

He noticed that the man was wearing headphones, no doubt to listen into anything he said. So he stood and with a grin put his fingers in his lips and blew the highest pitched whistle he could manage. He caught the man suddenly cringing and quickly ripping the head phones off his head before the boy chuckled and opened his eyes.

"Don't be rude to the lovely lady hedonistic pig; I'm more than willing to answer any of her questions!" He sat back down and crossed his legs, intertwining his fingers behind his head, and putting on his most sadistic smirk he could manage. God he loved fucking around with the humans some times. He did his best to ignore the light throbbing pain coming from both sides of his cranium.

It didn't take long before the lovely woman entered with a cautious look about her as she nodded to the equally confused guard to close the door. The boy just sat there, grinning. He gave the woman shivers. It took three minutes before one of them broke the silence.

"Is there any real reason I'm in here? Am I being charged with something?"

The woman stuttered a moment, apparently she was still unprepared for this.

"You're not being formally charged with anything, so you don't have anything to worry about" she blurted out. That didn't say anything at all, just means that they were figuring out just what to try and charge him with.

"Right, until the lab reports get in, though I'm sure pinning the death of that man on me would be difficult, seeing as how the wound though large would be completely cauterized, hence the lack of blood on the man's clothes and around the crime scene, and there is no real way to prove I could create such a wound with my bare hands, right?"

The woman eyed him silently; a single bead of sweat began to make its tracks on her brow. He laid his arms behind his neck and cocked his head.

"What I can tell you miss is that I did assault those men after they made some rather rude sexual comments and intentions to my person, in which case after words I simply defended myself, however that still doesn't quite explain the body now does it? Or the odd wound, so what do you want to know first miss?"

He watched her, he was voting on her asking on the odd wound the man died with, his second bet was she would ask about the beginning of what happened, things like what they said exactly and how he 'defended' himself.

"I'd like to know your name, your birthday, and your place of birth"

The boy showed genuine surprise, and it almost hurt. He smiled a moment then brought his knee up and curled his arms around it.

"Well that's a new one, and why would that be miss?"

"Because you were found with no I.D, your vocabulary contradicts your apparent age for a boy living on the street, and you don't have that drawl most have around in the suburbs" Her face was stern, she was serious and very clever. Brains and beauty, not a very common pair but a welcomed one, it was this that made him decide to tell the truth.

"My name is Jaeger Adalwulf Reinhardt, born in Glasgow on September first, nineteen-twenty-four, mother's maiden name Patricia Diane Henderson, born in St. Andrews in eighteen-seventy-nine" nowhere did the woman's face falter, she continued to stare into him with those lovely blue eyes. He almost swore he was becoming aroused by her "Any other questions, ma'am?"

"Your name isn't very Irish, father Dutch?"

He managed to resist showing a stunned façade this time, but damn this woman was showing something of interest.

"No, his father was though, more German however"

She hummed lowly "I noticed, Adalwulf the 'noble wolf', a longer version of some one who had something of a plague effect on Poland one and a half decades after your birth, I take it you were named after your grandfather?"

He scoffed and continued with a few chuckles.

"Yes, indeed I was, oddly enough so was a distant cousin of mine, though he shortened it considerably, heh, supreme Aryan race my ass"

She noticed the ring on the boy's right ring finger, a worn steel ring capped with a swastika.

"Then I take it you wear that for a sentimental value?" He blinked and glanced down at it before quickly covering it up, now she was delving far too deep.

"a reminder… it was my brother's, he went to fight for the 'fatherland' thinking the Third Reich would win the war and eventually rule the world… Hitler was a genius in his own right but he was also a coward… what do you really want to know? You don't honestly believe that I'm a hundred-something years old do you?"

She watched him for what felt like an eternity, though this boy was the closest person to know just what that really felt like.

"I believe that you are a boy but not a boy… a boy couldn't have used hedonism as properly as you did nor could he fend off four grown men who wanted to molest him"

"There were five"

She scoffed this time, waving a fleeting hand before her.

"Point being, I believe you're not what you look like at least… You look rather good for an old man"

He stared a moment then he couldn't hold it any longer. He busted out laughing. Though he quickly stopped, his eyes remained closed and he cocked his head again, as if he were listening. The woman could swear she saw something move underneath the boy's scalp a moment before his eyes snapped open.

"We're about to be interrupted, so on that note I'll give you some final words of advice"

He was very serious now; he no longer looked like a boy but older, ancient almost.

"Down in Beverly Hills you'll find a an ex-Japanese reporter named Tokiwadaira, ask him about the word 'Guyver' and you'll learn a bit more about how I came to be" it wasn't much but he liked the woman enough to let her know the true origins of his immortality.

The door opened and four suits walked in, they all approached the boy and one took time to flash a badge to the woman.

"F.B.I Miss, we're taking the suspect into custody, we would appreciate your cooperation" Two were buzzing into their wrist radios, the boy gave a smirk and another scoff.

"What? No Tazers this time?" They grabbed the boy by the arms and lifted him up off the slab; he shook them off with a growl.

"Easy boys! Unless you think you can live without your limbs…" They didn't grab him a second time, they knew as well as he did if the boy wanted to run he very well would have blown a hole through the ceiling or something. He exchanged a glance with detective Kira, and a smirk as well as a wink as he followed the three federal investigators out, the last stayed behind to share a few words with Kira.

"we will expect any records you've made of anything you've said with this suspect to be delivered to us immediately, do not hold anything back officer" He approached the door and finished his conversation quickly "we also expect your report on the matter in Detail… good day" He disappeared through the doorway and after a moment the woman finally spat out a few curses.

"Bastards… Tokiwadaira…" with that name in mind she quickly started down the hallway in hopes to get to her car as fast as she could.

Outside an agent held a door open to a black sedan, the boy sighed and rolled his neck. He strongly considered escaping, the last time the government got hold of him it took two weeks to escape just thanks to having him drugged up so much. This time he was sure he wouldn't be nearly as lucky. And just like that god seemed to hear his silent plea, because he found a figure crawling about along the walls of the precinct. His Chameleon wanted a rematch. He stopped and shut his eyes tight; he needed a clear picture of it this time if he wanted to stand a chance. The agents noticed he decided to stop walking and called out to him. He could see it now, like a rough figure made from clay.

"Hey come on kid, don't give us any trouble now"

It stopped; he heard that strange clicking again.

"Kid I'm warning you" He heard the snap of a holster being opened, the scrap of leather of a weapon being drawn. A churr rolled from the creature and something twitched on its shoulder. A flash of blue plasma punching through the torso of a would-be rapist came to mind and the boy's eyes snapped open.

"GET DOWN!" He rammed one of the agents over and jumped back as a ball of blue plasma seared the air past him, managing to catch his right arm. He hit the pavement hard enough to scrape his jaw, but that wasn't the least of his worries. Lying next to him smoldering at the stump was his right hand. He stared at it a moment, canting his head as he noticed he had a hangnail before turning up to the side of the building, he could just make out the chameleon as it clicked at him again.

"Got a purty mouth"

The boy shuddered as he leveraged himself against the sedan and attempted to stand.

"I normally don't get flirted with after I have a limb severed, so don't blame me for wanting to repay the favor" he muttered, giving a light scoff as he managed to prop himself against the black car. The pain was horrible but thanks to the heat of the blast there was near no blood loss this time around. He finally noticed the lovely detective had been watching, and with a grin he forced himself to stand straight.

"Let's get the party started! Bio-Boost!"

The air around the boy heated and dispersed, a barely visible sphere growing around him obliterated anything in its path which included the sedan's trunk and a lot of side walk. A tall figure appeared behind the boy, armored head to toe in pitch black. The armor then opened, revealing no one within before it quickly enveloped the boy, thin and thick cords and tentacles erupted from the cracks of the armor and securely sealed the teen within. After each possible opening on the armor was sealed the eyes glowed, stream expelled from the vents on the face plate and the medallion at its fore-head glowed very briefly but intensely. What was once a near ageless boy supposedly related to the once proud leader of the third-Reich was now replaced by a tall and powerful monster few know as the bio-booster armor code named 'Guyver'.

He gave a few quiet adjusting breaths as he rolled his neck and flexed his new right hand.

"Very nice, now we're on even playing fields" an orb at the right angle of the armors 'helmet' twitched forward and the boy side stepped another plasma blast. He could 'see' the chameleon now despite its camouflage, he could make out gauntlets and pauldrons and shin bracers. What perplexed the teen however was the fact this thing had dreadlocks and claws.

"A Zoanoid? Can't be-" the orb on the left twitched this time, the chameleon was lifting up an object, like a big hand cannon of some sort. "Shit!"

The cannon fired, but not a plasma bolt or some kind of heavy projectile. In the time it took for the Guyver to figure it out he found himself pinned to the sedan by a metal net. He growled as he tried to rip it apart.

"Damn, losing my touch agai-what?" a loud whir sounded and the net was starting to shrink! The metal cords were cutting into the armor. The boy cursed and doubled his efforts to no avail, his arms were pinned and one hand was fully relying on the armor's muscle tissue. The Chameleon finally jumped down, now it had something new in its hand, something that with a loud scraping extended into a spear.

"Shit, fuck this!" The three prongs on the armor's right arm abruptly extended into long blades that cut through the net like a knife through warm butter then quickly retracted, deep scratches laid on its shoulder pads and on bits of the face plate.

"Camouflage, stealth, mimics, your no Zoanoid…" He muttered to himself. True no man who can change into a monster at will has ever behaved this way, not even the Hyper models could combine so many attributes into one. He found that he was spending far to much time thinking, the chameleon had already began its decent by the time the Guyver realized it had leapt up into the air. He raised his hands and grasped the point of the spear, throwing the chameleon into the sedan. He stepped back, watching as the camouflage flickered about the creature a moment before shorting out completely. The thing wasn't heavily armored but from the looks of it's abs it didn't need much of it, the odd helmet however still raised his curiosity.

"Doesn't matter, I'm sick of playing with you" he knew the armor was a bit sluggish; it had been nearly a year since he summoned it last. The fact he didn't jump away from the net was proof enough for him. The blades were also draining him unusually. He extended the three on his right anyway, one swipe should be all he needed to take off this bastard's head. He leapt forward, forcing himself at top speed to the sedan and swung his arm with a scream. The creature predicted his movements and lurched forward, two serrated blades extending from its gauntlet. The Guyver's swords easily parted the steel and fiber glass of the car but sadly missed its target, which had once again plunged its own blades into his stomach. What came next was a shock even to him as the thing lifted him into the air and tossed him like a ragdoll into the wall of the precinct. The Guyver couldn't even bring itself to soften the landing, the toss near knocked the boy inside the armor out cold. By now the police finally realized what was going on and started filing out of the building with guns drawn, staring at the monster that pulled itself from the sedan. It clicked a moment, the boy faintly noticed a trail of glowing green dripping from under the mask before it lifted its spear, typed on its left gauntlet and partially vanished again. The police suddenly jerked their weapons about while the Guyver watched it quickly run down the street, leap onto a small gun shop then disappear down an alley.

"Damn..." One of the officers suddenly noticed him and trained his weapon on him, the others followed soon after words. They all looked just as cautious about him as they did with the chameleon; he was amazed they didn't just shoot him.

Well I can't very well stay here… just enough strength left to… He slowly placed his hands on the pavement, the orbs on the side of his head twitched back and forth a moment before with a grunt of effort he launched himself up into the air. The police in the shock lost track of him and that was the end of it, none of them believed a damn thing they saw. Detective Kira however stayed behind with a few others who began roping off the scene, chatting, and helping the FBI agents. She secretly grabbed the severed hand from the ground and dropped it in her purse. She then gazed up into the sky and gave a little smile.

"We'll see each other again… Swartz Engel"