Author's Notes: Okay, don't hurt me, this is my first Bio-Booster Armor Guyver fanfiction. Guyver was really my first official anime, and I made up some characters and story lines years ago that I finally had the guts to put together. Not sure how far this will go, but I'll try… It focuses on the rebel force known as "Zeus' Thunderbolt", which is headed my Agito Makashima, the Guyver III. And sorry if I get any information wrong, I've only read up to manga #15, and even then it's about half-way through, and so I don't know much of the details or anything much past that. So again, don't kill me. Also, keep in mind that I was watching Neon Genesis Evangelion when I decided to write this, so there will be mucho references to the series and movies. Actually, this is almost like a crossover, but not really…you won't see any NGE characters running around here. You may also see references to director/writer/actor Kevin Smith's movies (mostly dedicated to Jay and Silent Bob…I love those guys!). I will also be introducing many original characters as well as characters that are lesser used in the series. I will also be filling in some holes that were otherwise unmentioned or not touched upon. Gah! Am I the first girl to write a Guyver fic? I think so…but if you can prove me wrong, feel free. I talk too much…
Disclaimers: If you don't know the name, they are mine. If you know the name, they are not. You know the drill…
Rating: This story contains strong profanity and scenes of intense gore as well as some much messing-with-the heads (psycho stuff). There are also some major religious-based influences here, so if you don't go for that stuff, I don't want any flames telling me so.
More crap you get to read: I have a very important announcement to voice before you begin to read. If you wish to maintain your sanity and brain, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NEVER watch the entire series and movies of Evangelion in the space of a week! It's not good for the mind! My brain is no more! ::retreats into corner to watch unwary readers from the shadows::
~Enjoy!
Lazarus Rising
Written By Kyheena (AKA AngelTabris17)
Prologue
The Shattering of the Kanon
The creak of the hinges of the door behind them made Shizu temporarily halt in her tuning and turn to see who it was who had entered. She frowned at who she saw sauntering into the small, enclosed area, which was hot and stuffy from the evening heat. "You're late." She stated to the young, blonde-haired man as he closed the dirt floor. Even though her English was fairly good, her voice was still thick with her Japanese accent.
Cody Rubret only smiled at her, the one that usually made her more frustrated at him than she already was, and rubbed the top of her head vigorously with one hand as he crossed their small circle, approaching the one empty chair. He knew that she hated that too. Even if she was the youngest one in the group, they did not have to keep reminding her so. So she was twelve. What was the big deal? "Chill down, Shizu-chan." Cody said affectionately. "I made it, didn't I? What are we doing today?"
"Pachabel's Canon in D minor." Abri Liberato answered, her English also unbroken but heavily accented, this time with an Italian accent, gently tuning her own instrument. "We don't have much time, you know, to do this. As soon as the break's over, that's it for the day."
"Well, Professor Onuma said that we may have some extra time today." Richard Beckter pointed out. "He has to do a report or something like that on that thing that they found in the caves…hey Shizu, do you have any idea what it may be?"
"You're asking the wrong person." Shizu said, returning her attention to her violin. "He doesn't tell me anything about his work, and I have no interest in knowing." Carefully, she drew up her bow, the horsehair bowstrings taunt, and drew it carefully across the D string, listening closely to the pitch, then compared it to the graceful tone of its sister stings. She reached up and twisted the D-string peg gently to her right, adjusting for the proper sound that only one with the trained ear could detect, and tried again. The sound was almost perfect. She waited patiently for the rest to finish with their own tuning, the notes produced by the strings and bowstrings caressing upon one another filling the hot, stale air of the tent.
As usual, Cody was playing the cello, the fourth string; Abri was on third string violin, Richard on second. Shizu was first chair violin. Why, she did not know. Like she said, she was the youngest of this particular group of people, not even an "official" teenager yet while the other three were in their mid-twenties. But that did not matter. Finding the three of them was the best thing that happened to her here, on the shorelines of the Dead Sea, nearly in the middle on no where. All three had their minors in music and played with Shizu as often as possible, forming their own unofficial strings quartet.
Finally the remaining three finished their own tuning and positioned their instruments into their comfortable spots, bows ready against the strings. "Ready?" Shizu asked. They all nodded in return.
Cody was the one to begin first, drawing his bow carefully across the thick strings of his well-polished cello, the chords hauntingly beautiful that set Shizu at a state at awe. Then, at the appointed time, she began to perform her own section of the movement, the higher pitch of her violin mixing and blending with the deeper drawl of the cello. Then the third string finally came in on Abri's cue.
The music always started softly but the sound began to grow, swelling in pitch and volume as the movement went on, perfect and flawless, with not a single sour note.
Then the world shattered as an ear-splitting roar tore through the still evening air.
The Canon ceased at the moment of the explosion, the song lost forever in that terrible roar. Hot and harsh light blazed even through the thick walls of the tent, making Shizu snapped the bow away from the violin strings to shield her eyes. More explosions followed and by the time she and her friends came back to their senses and were on their feet, more explosions followed the first. In those few short seconds the furthest wall of the tent was alive with hungry orange and red flames. That was all they needed to know that there was something very wrong happening in the camp. But whatever it was, they had to get out of there, now.
"Run, Shizu!" Richard screamed at her, grabbing her arm and shoving her towards the door. "Run! Find your father, now!"
Shizu was almost too terrified to move, but then she saw the shadows moving against the burning walls. They were too large to be human, and their shapes were anything but human. Fear rooted her to the spot as she continued to clutch at her violin as if it were a lifeline. Those shadows closed in quickly on the tent as her friends stood protectively before her. The shadow nearest to them rose a massive arm above its head, the claws visible with the light shining behind it, and it slashed violently at the tent wall. It was then that Shizu turned and ran, throwing the flaps of the tent and running out into the camp beyond. She did not even look back when she heard her friends screaming in pain.
The camp was choked in oily black smoke and everything that could be set on fire was. There were more of those shadows all around her, massive outlines of monsters that moved about the smaller humans and they tried frantically to get away. Shizu may have been young, but she was not dull-witted. She knew exactly what was going on. They were being attacked. Her father's camp was under siege, but for what reason she was still unsure of. At that moment, she did not want to know or care. She just had to find her parents. She even forced herself to keep her eyes adverted away from the ground, but it was hard to do because she knew that if she did not pay attention, the corpses of the slain would trip her.
One of the monsters was suddenly before her, emerging from the clouds of smoke with such swiftness and stealth that she would have thought that it had appeared out of thin air. Her mind reeled as it bellowed and swiped at her, knocking her violin clear from her hands as she ducked, sending it clattering to the ground. But for as small and quick as she was, the thing proved to be even faster. Even when the white-hot pain lanced through her side, slashing and tearing along her ribs, she ran on, making herself forget about the violin, about her friends, about everything, just so she knew that she had to get to her father. She had to force herself to keep going when she heard the crack of breaking wood.
Blood gushed from the wound on her ribs, soaking the side of her body and flowing down her leg, leaving a trail on the ground. Almost immediately her vision began to blur and the world spin as she became light-headed, but still she pressed on despite the monsters that surrounded her. The burning tents collapsed in on themselves, excavating equipment crumbled and the huge cranes and watchtowers rained down thick beams of iron as they fell apart. Screams filled the air, blocking out the roar of the fires that raged beyond control. The air was stained an angry and ugly shade of orange that mixed with the black smoke.
Then she saw it as the blackness began to close in, she saw her father's tent. Or rather, what was left of it. And then, coming to greet her out of the chaos and the destruction, was her father. Shizu was not even able to embrace any sort of emotion when she saw him. He looked to be in worse shape than she was, looking more like one of the corpses that lay at her feet than a living person. He was covered in so much blood that he looked to be half-shadow himself. Bones protruded from one of his arms and chest and one side of his face was almost beyond recognition. He was carrying something under his arm; a package of some sort. He called out to her as he limped towards her, but Shizu did not have the strength to go over to him, or even to respond. The sight of her father in that condition severed any and all sorts of feeling or emotion.
Shizu was only about to take one more step before her world went dark.
When she awoke again, the world was still dark around her. Feeling slowly tingled back into her limbs as she wondered if she was dead or not. But the pain in her side was still there, still as hot and sharp as ever, but by the time it reached her brain it was only a dull ache. That was enough to tell her that she was not dead. Her fingers twitched first, flexing, brushing against something wrapped up I oiled paper. No doubt it was the package she had seen her father carry. Her father. That reminded her. Wincing against the pain, Shizu pushed herself up shakily to her feet, steadying herself but still had to hold onto the cold, rocky walls for support. Step by shaky step, she made her way to the entrance of the cave she had woken up in.
The camp was gone. In its wake stood a scene of carnage from a lost battle. Fire still raged angry along the shores of the Dead Sea, the sky a sickening blend of orange and black and embers were swept into the air by the hot wind.
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Shizu Onuma awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open. Cold sweat had drenched her slender body and her breathing was hard, her heart pounding. She was clutching the sheet so hard that her knuckles hurt. Shaking, she sat up in bed, her head falling to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. Once she was calm (it took a while), she tried to remember what the dream was about.
It did not take long to figure out. It was the same dream that she had been having for the last week. No, it was not a dream. It was a memory of something that she had long ago locked away within the darkest corner of her mind. Covering her face with her hands, she rose out of bed and crossed the small room to the full-body mirror.
Even in her own opinion, she looked horrible. Her long black hair was tousled and there were dark circles under her eyes from nights of uneasy sleep. Sometimes she would not even sleep at all, but the memories were still there. Bad memories. Memories that she would rather forget all over again.
She glanced over at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was almost 5:30. There was no point in trying to go to sleep. She had to be up at six, anyway. Sighing, she pulled her nightshirt over her head, ready to get dressed, when something caught her eye.
It was nothing new, really. It was a long white scar that wrapped around the left side of her torso, the one that she had since she was twelve. The one that she had since that fateful night the Kanon was shattered. She kept it hidden from mostly everyone – very few people knew of it – in fear that she would have to talk about her past. For years, she never paid it any mind. But now it was throbbing, the dull ache weak, but it was still there.
Shizu shook it off. This was no time to be thinking about the scar or that night. Right now she had to get ready to get to work.
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To be continued…
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