To answer the last chapter's closing question. Yes he would if he had
to.
Chapter 6 - Return of the Stalker.
"What did I. Oh yeah. that."
Batman prepared the Bat cuffs. He also prepared for a struggle. He didn't get one.
"Humph! I thought you'd try to get away, since you almost killed someone."
"I didn't mean to. Is he.all right?"
"He'll live."
"That's a little guilt off of. AUGH!!!!!!!!!"
Kyle held his head in pain. He had easily broken the Bat cuffs to do so.
'He could have easily overpowered me, but he went willingly.' Batman thought.
Kyle was suffering severely due to the pain. His head was the source of the pain, but why he didn't know. until his fingers came across the bumps again. They had grown and hardened. They felt like horns of some kind. They were sharp, and growing out of his hair.
Batman and Max saw the horns coming out of Kyle's hair. This transformation was hurting him a lot, and it was obvious. After staggering around in pain for a few seconds, Kyle felt something else happening. He could tell that his 'instincts' that sometimes took control of him were beginning to take hold. He blacked out mentally, no longer seeing what he was doing. Batman noticed a physical change that went with it. Kyle's eyes, which besides a reptilian hue were normal, now had slits for pupils. He didn't know that it signified that he wasn't in control, but he'd learn.
"WHOA!!!!!"
"AAAHHH!!!!"
Kyle had lunged at them. Batman prepared a Batarang, but Kyle had bounded out into the night by the time he was ready. Batman eased up a little, and Max asked him a question.
"Was that.. Was that Kyle?"
"Took you long enough."
"THAT'S KYLE?????"
"I'm sure of it."
"Geez. Looks like the splicers had a hey-day with him."
"Tell me about it."
"McGinnis! McGinnis!" Bruce said over the radio link.
"What is it?"
"That doesn't change the fact he almost killed Spellbinder."
"I know that, but something tells me that he didn't intend to."
". Then get him here now. I might be able to synthesize a cure or treatment if I get a sample of his DNA."
"How? He just ran off."
"Find him."
"Okay. ugh. Those eyes gave me the creeps."
"What about them?"
"He was acting like himself until he started convulsing due to pain. Then his eyes went all reptilian, and he nearly plowed us into the ground as he ran off."
"Hmm. Then you'd better find him fast."
The com-link turned off. Batman reassured Max she was safe, and went looking for Kyle.
'I am sick of this. I almost killed someone due to this lose of control. WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING NOW???????????'
Kyle had managed to wake up enough to see what he was doing, but he couldn't get his body to obey him. However, he could tell that he changed more since he blacked out. His ears felt much different. When he passed a window earlier, he saw that they were fins. Now he was in an alley, sniffing around for something. Kyle thought it looked familiar.
'Hey! This is were the splicers got me. but what am I doing here?'
Then Kyle picked up three scents that caught his interest. One smelled like a girl in her teenage years and a cat at the same time. Another smelled like a teenage guy and a ram. The third was too butchered to tell it's actual species, but he did sense that it was a man older then the other two scents.
'Wait a second.'
As soon as he could remember the scents for later, he finally regained control of himself.
'It. whatever keeps taking control of me. it's like it.it's helping me.but why did it hurt that guy?'
Kyle managed to climb up the side of a wall, and get back to the rooftops. As soon as he got up there, he headed off to where he mauled Spellbinder.
Stalker was very lucky that he rolled before the panther he saw came too close. It turned out to be a train that nearly killed him. That was some time ago, and he had repaired his eye scanners, as well as mustered up the courage to try to hunt Batman again. First, he'd build up his courage by hunting splicers. He had added a DNA scanner that was set to detect DNA foreign to humans. If need be, he could also use it to detect splicing serums in the bloodstream to confirm what he found. He was out hunting, when his scanner picked up a signal. It was coming in from about 200 yards to his left. He began to go after it.
'What's this?'
Kyle had found something thrown to the side when he pounced on Spellbinder. Now that he had the luxury of looking around, he found a trigger device of some kind. It had Spellbinder's scent on it.
'I wonder what it's. Huh?'
Kyle then smelled something that he felt was a threat. He followed the scent to the airshaft that made him jump before. He felt it, and it turned out to be a plywood replica of an airshaft. Behind the plywood was a large bomb.
'So THAT'S why it took over and mauled him. He was going to blow up the roof as a distraction. Still, wasn't getting the device out of his hands enough?'
Kyle left, feeling slightly better after his discovery. Then he checked his horns. They were pointing backward, rough, and were completely straight. Also, they were positioned so that they couldn't poke him.
'Odd. I don't know of any dinosaurs with horns like these.'
Then he bounded off, thinking of going back home.
'Now it's moving. There. it stopped 400 yards north from where it started.'
Kyle hoped no own would mind the vomit in the alley below him. Kyle had been going along when his stomach told him he had to stop. Presently, he was throwing up over the edge of a roof. He didn't feel sick. but he certainly couldn't convince his stomach of that.
"{UGH!} Geez. {UGH!} If this keeps up. {UGH!} I'll wind up. {URGH!} Puking out my insides."
Then Kyle noticed something bizarre. He didn't immediately catch it, but.
"{Ugh!} One, two, three {Ugh!} four, five, six, seven, {Ugh!} eight. WHAT THE HELL???????? I ONLY HAVE EIGHT FINGERS!!!!!!!!"
True enough, he no longer had the end finger on either hand. He now only had three fingers and one thumb per hand. Also, the remaining digits were thicker now.
"I wonder if anyone came across my missing digits somewhere."
Kyle threw up one last time before he felt like getting up. He staggered a bit as he stood up. He wasn't hungry anymore, due to meeting his fish dinner literally face-to-face. A fish head had been in the puke.
"If only this would take it easy on me. {Cough Cough}"
Stalker landed behind him on the roof. He tried to strike him with the sharp end of his pole, but Kyle grabbed it, and used it to flip him to another roof. Kyle's instincts hadn't kicked in this time.
'That's odd. I should have lost control by now. Guess I'll have to do this myself.'
Kyle braced himself for the blow darts. He didn't need to, because they couldn't pierce his scaly hide.
"{Cough} that's not {Cough} going to work!"
Kyle didn't know why he was coughing. All he knew was that it didn't help fend off Stalker. Stalker pole-vaulted to his roof, using his foot to knock Kyle back. Kyle felt like the wind was knocked out of him. He was lying on the roof, gasping, trying to regain his breath. Then Stalker stood over him, ready to bring down the end of his staff to stab his prey.
{CRACK!}
The pole didn't pierce Kyle's armored skin, but it did sound like it broke a rib or two. Stalker kicked him to roll him onto his front. Kyle was slowly pushing himself up. Stalker hit him again, causing another cracking sound. Stalker was ready to strike again, but another cracking sound told him that he wasn't causing them.
"What is happening?"
Stalker moved closer to Kyle. He couldn't see his face through the hair that had fallen to the sides of his head. He prepared to strike, but Kyle jumped on him, baring his fangs from his reptilian muzzle and staring at him with his eyes that had slits for pupils .
Has anyone seen the guy who hosts, 'The Twilight Zone'????
Puppetmon: No, why?
Beelzemon: If I answer, will you leave me alone?
Puppetmon: Yeah.
Beelzemon: I hired him to finish this chapter, but he didn't show up.
Puppetmon: So THAT'S who I drank under the table.
Beelzemon: . If you picked a bad time to hold your liquor, this was it.
Chapter 6 - Return of the Stalker.
"What did I. Oh yeah. that."
Batman prepared the Bat cuffs. He also prepared for a struggle. He didn't get one.
"Humph! I thought you'd try to get away, since you almost killed someone."
"I didn't mean to. Is he.all right?"
"He'll live."
"That's a little guilt off of. AUGH!!!!!!!!!"
Kyle held his head in pain. He had easily broken the Bat cuffs to do so.
'He could have easily overpowered me, but he went willingly.' Batman thought.
Kyle was suffering severely due to the pain. His head was the source of the pain, but why he didn't know. until his fingers came across the bumps again. They had grown and hardened. They felt like horns of some kind. They were sharp, and growing out of his hair.
Batman and Max saw the horns coming out of Kyle's hair. This transformation was hurting him a lot, and it was obvious. After staggering around in pain for a few seconds, Kyle felt something else happening. He could tell that his 'instincts' that sometimes took control of him were beginning to take hold. He blacked out mentally, no longer seeing what he was doing. Batman noticed a physical change that went with it. Kyle's eyes, which besides a reptilian hue were normal, now had slits for pupils. He didn't know that it signified that he wasn't in control, but he'd learn.
"WHOA!!!!!"
"AAAHHH!!!!"
Kyle had lunged at them. Batman prepared a Batarang, but Kyle had bounded out into the night by the time he was ready. Batman eased up a little, and Max asked him a question.
"Was that.. Was that Kyle?"
"Took you long enough."
"THAT'S KYLE?????"
"I'm sure of it."
"Geez. Looks like the splicers had a hey-day with him."
"Tell me about it."
"McGinnis! McGinnis!" Bruce said over the radio link.
"What is it?"
"That doesn't change the fact he almost killed Spellbinder."
"I know that, but something tells me that he didn't intend to."
". Then get him here now. I might be able to synthesize a cure or treatment if I get a sample of his DNA."
"How? He just ran off."
"Find him."
"Okay. ugh. Those eyes gave me the creeps."
"What about them?"
"He was acting like himself until he started convulsing due to pain. Then his eyes went all reptilian, and he nearly plowed us into the ground as he ran off."
"Hmm. Then you'd better find him fast."
The com-link turned off. Batman reassured Max she was safe, and went looking for Kyle.
'I am sick of this. I almost killed someone due to this lose of control. WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING NOW???????????'
Kyle had managed to wake up enough to see what he was doing, but he couldn't get his body to obey him. However, he could tell that he changed more since he blacked out. His ears felt much different. When he passed a window earlier, he saw that they were fins. Now he was in an alley, sniffing around for something. Kyle thought it looked familiar.
'Hey! This is were the splicers got me. but what am I doing here?'
Then Kyle picked up three scents that caught his interest. One smelled like a girl in her teenage years and a cat at the same time. Another smelled like a teenage guy and a ram. The third was too butchered to tell it's actual species, but he did sense that it was a man older then the other two scents.
'Wait a second.'
As soon as he could remember the scents for later, he finally regained control of himself.
'It. whatever keeps taking control of me. it's like it.it's helping me.but why did it hurt that guy?'
Kyle managed to climb up the side of a wall, and get back to the rooftops. As soon as he got up there, he headed off to where he mauled Spellbinder.
Stalker was very lucky that he rolled before the panther he saw came too close. It turned out to be a train that nearly killed him. That was some time ago, and he had repaired his eye scanners, as well as mustered up the courage to try to hunt Batman again. First, he'd build up his courage by hunting splicers. He had added a DNA scanner that was set to detect DNA foreign to humans. If need be, he could also use it to detect splicing serums in the bloodstream to confirm what he found. He was out hunting, when his scanner picked up a signal. It was coming in from about 200 yards to his left. He began to go after it.
'What's this?'
Kyle had found something thrown to the side when he pounced on Spellbinder. Now that he had the luxury of looking around, he found a trigger device of some kind. It had Spellbinder's scent on it.
'I wonder what it's. Huh?'
Kyle then smelled something that he felt was a threat. He followed the scent to the airshaft that made him jump before. He felt it, and it turned out to be a plywood replica of an airshaft. Behind the plywood was a large bomb.
'So THAT'S why it took over and mauled him. He was going to blow up the roof as a distraction. Still, wasn't getting the device out of his hands enough?'
Kyle left, feeling slightly better after his discovery. Then he checked his horns. They were pointing backward, rough, and were completely straight. Also, they were positioned so that they couldn't poke him.
'Odd. I don't know of any dinosaurs with horns like these.'
Then he bounded off, thinking of going back home.
'Now it's moving. There. it stopped 400 yards north from where it started.'
Kyle hoped no own would mind the vomit in the alley below him. Kyle had been going along when his stomach told him he had to stop. Presently, he was throwing up over the edge of a roof. He didn't feel sick. but he certainly couldn't convince his stomach of that.
"{UGH!} Geez. {UGH!} If this keeps up. {UGH!} I'll wind up. {URGH!} Puking out my insides."
Then Kyle noticed something bizarre. He didn't immediately catch it, but.
"{Ugh!} One, two, three {Ugh!} four, five, six, seven, {Ugh!} eight. WHAT THE HELL???????? I ONLY HAVE EIGHT FINGERS!!!!!!!!"
True enough, he no longer had the end finger on either hand. He now only had three fingers and one thumb per hand. Also, the remaining digits were thicker now.
"I wonder if anyone came across my missing digits somewhere."
Kyle threw up one last time before he felt like getting up. He staggered a bit as he stood up. He wasn't hungry anymore, due to meeting his fish dinner literally face-to-face. A fish head had been in the puke.
"If only this would take it easy on me. {Cough Cough}"
Stalker landed behind him on the roof. He tried to strike him with the sharp end of his pole, but Kyle grabbed it, and used it to flip him to another roof. Kyle's instincts hadn't kicked in this time.
'That's odd. I should have lost control by now. Guess I'll have to do this myself.'
Kyle braced himself for the blow darts. He didn't need to, because they couldn't pierce his scaly hide.
"{Cough} that's not {Cough} going to work!"
Kyle didn't know why he was coughing. All he knew was that it didn't help fend off Stalker. Stalker pole-vaulted to his roof, using his foot to knock Kyle back. Kyle felt like the wind was knocked out of him. He was lying on the roof, gasping, trying to regain his breath. Then Stalker stood over him, ready to bring down the end of his staff to stab his prey.
{CRACK!}
The pole didn't pierce Kyle's armored skin, but it did sound like it broke a rib or two. Stalker kicked him to roll him onto his front. Kyle was slowly pushing himself up. Stalker hit him again, causing another cracking sound. Stalker was ready to strike again, but another cracking sound told him that he wasn't causing them.
"What is happening?"
Stalker moved closer to Kyle. He couldn't see his face through the hair that had fallen to the sides of his head. He prepared to strike, but Kyle jumped on him, baring his fangs from his reptilian muzzle and staring at him with his eyes that had slits for pupils .
Has anyone seen the guy who hosts, 'The Twilight Zone'????
Puppetmon: No, why?
Beelzemon: If I answer, will you leave me alone?
Puppetmon: Yeah.
Beelzemon: I hired him to finish this chapter, but he didn't show up.
Puppetmon: So THAT'S who I drank under the table.
Beelzemon: . If you picked a bad time to hold your liquor, this was it.