Reality Sucks
*Disclaimer: I don't own Bloody Roar or any related characters, they belong to Hudson.
*Notes: This is a little side project I'm doing to get my mind off my other main project, soon to be uploaded.
*Notes 2: Please R&R this, and if I get a positive response, I'll keep going. Oh, and rest assured, later chapters will be,u much/ u longer.
Prologue
Jackson O'Brian never knew. He never suspected or even thought. He didn't know who the hell Tylon was, or what a zoanthrope was, until that one night. The one night that reality as he knew it was shattered into million pieces and stepped on. Little did this boy living in Canada know that he would soon be in Japan, fighting in friendly comptions and deadly battles alike. But he would soon find out....
Chapter 1
Dammit, I've gotta return these movies before 7, or I'll have late charges! he thought.
At 18 years old, money was a big problem for Jackson O'Brian, so he wanted to avoid late fees as best he could.
Jackson was a just a regular kid... he went to school, he had a part-time job, and he had dreams. His dream was to visit Japan some day and learn the language. But at the rate he was going, he'd have enough money for his trip by the time he was 50.
He went outside for a moment to check the temperature. It was very warm out, which didn't seem right for mid-February in a northern Canadian city, so he turned on the T.V. Unless someone was playing some sort of joke on him, it was 8*c outside.. the little snow that they had was quickly melting into puddles.
Woah, it's mid-February and 6:30 at night.. it should at least be freezing out
But he wasn't one to complain when a burst a nice weather hit, so he grabbed a light sweater and went out the door.
He came back in a few moments later, realizing that he'd forgotten the movies. He had been sick the past few days with a heavy chest cold and cough, so he was delighted to get out of the house for a little while.
He picked up the movies, then decided to take his CD player. Not liking his headphones, he wore a worn-out cap to keep them in place.
He pressed 'play', then locked the door behind him.
Jackson was listening to some Nickleback, relating to the songs because his own father had left when he was only 6 months old, now living in America with a wife and kid.
He didn't like his step-brother very much, but he didn't like his step- mother or father even more. Jackson, his mom and sister had been living in this city for as long as he could remember, struggling to make ends meet while his step-family lived in the lap of luxury. He really resented his father for that, and was partially envious of his brother, but didn't dwell on it. His sister was just getting out of university, now able to work and live by herself, and Jackson had his own job, which made things much easier on his mother.
He walked across some backyards, through a lane way and down a hill. He crossed a busy street, then down a path beside a creek. In about 10 minutes, he was at the small movie rental store. Walking in and smiling at the owner, he placed the movies on the counter and left.
He stopped for a moment to take in a breath of fresh air. Bad idea.
The exhaust from a passing car found it's way into his lungs, sending him into a coughing fit.
Damn, I gotta get rid of this cold
Jackson retraced his path back home, and found his batteries dead while walking next to the creek.
Because he hated not being able to listen to music while walking, he always kept a spare set in his pocket. He knelt down to change them, then stood up to be on his way. But instead of the empty pathway, he saw a group of 6 or 7 guys standing infront of him.
"Hey kid," the leader of the group said, "that's a mighty fine piece of 'tech you got there. How about givin' it to us?"
He looked around, finding that the gang has formed a semi-circle around him.
"Um.... I'd rather not" he said slowly while backing away.
One of the other guys whispered something into the leader's ear.
"Hey, Jonny's right. Shoot first, ask nicely later."
"Shoot?"
The leader gave him a evil grin, then pulled out a shining gun from a pocket. Because of the dying light, he couldn't tell if it was real or not. He cocked the gun, confirming that the nine-millimeter was indeed real.
"Hey, hold on a second, I don't wanna fight or anything, I'll just give you the damn thing!"
The leader leveled the thing at Jackson.
"But where's the fun in that?" he said before squeezing off a shot.
Jackson gasped as he felt the hot lead tear though his gut and get lodged there. He stumbled back a bit, but didn't fall over, for he felt a strange power flowing though his body.
"The fuck? The dickhead should be dead!" Jonny said.
The leader changed his expression of surprise to one of twisted pleasure.
He fired 2 more shots, hitting him in the same place.
Yet Jackson didn't fall over. He simply clutched at the wounds and walked towards the gang.
Mr. Leader dropped the weapon in absolute shock.
"Guess we'll have to kick your ass the old school way!"
3 of the guys turned and ran, but Leader, Jonny and another stayed behind.
Leader and Jonny advanced on Jackson, but the third had a little more sense.
"Dude, you shot him 3 times! What if he's one of those animal freaks like the ones we heard about in Japan?"
The zoanthropes in Japan had been on T.V a few times, but so far, there were no reports of any in North America.
Thinking about this, the reality of the situation hit him. He had just been shot 3 times, yet the pain was mear throbs in his side, and he was able to walk.
While he was off thinking, Jonny had gotten close enough to give him a solid kick in the ribs... now animal instincts started to kick in, and he wasn't able to think clearly anymore.
Bad.. men.. hurt me, defend!
A strange feeling washed over him, as well as a wave of raw power. He started growing, muscles bulging, fur growing, face changing. His over- sized beige pants were now very tight, and his shirt was torn to shreds.
After the transformation, he looked at his hands, or to be more accurate, his paws. His arms were covered in snow-white fur, and his senses were increased ten-fold. Jackson stumbled over to the creek and looked at the water's reflection. He saw a very ferice looking Arctic Fox looking back at him.
My god.. I'm a zoanthrope? How the hell? This isn't possible! I was never an experiment anywhere, so.. could I have been born with this?
He tried to speak, but found that he no longer had any vocal cords. Because of his enhanced vision, he saw Leader pick the gun off the ground.
"Die you animal freak!" he said in a fear-filled voice.
He fired, and hit only empty air, as Jackson was flying towards him faster then he could react. He unsheathed his claws and raked a line of crimson across the guy's chest, then broke his arm. The 9 millimeter clattered to the ground as he screamed out in pain and surprise.
Jonny tried to take advantage and get Jackson from behind, but he whirled around, catching Jonny in mid-air, as he was trying to jump-kick the fox in the back.
Almost like an old cartoon, Jackson used Jonny's momentum to swing him into a tree head first. He heard a sickening crunch as the former gang member's neck snapped.
He turned his attention to the leader, who was now trying to dig a knife out with his good arm.
"The... fuck are you?" Leader whimpered.
Your worst nightmare
Jackson pulled his arm back, then punched the gang member in the wind pipe, collapsing it and killing him almost instantly.
The guy was on his back, his trenchcoat parted. In various pockets were all sorts of home made explosives as well as more ammo for the gun.
A few moments later, he reverted back to human. Jackson surveyed the carnage, almost not believing that he'd done this. His pants were baggy again, his shirt nonexistent.
Answers. I need answers! Was I born with this? Am I the subject of some sort of experiments? Why was I never able to do this before?
One side of him was appalled by this, but the other side had..... ienjoyed/i the fight.
I... gotta get home He though, backing away from the ugly scene. He turned and ran all the way home.
He quickly unlocked and opened the door, leaning on it. He took short, shallow breaths to calm himself, but that wasn't working. Jackson walked into his room and put on a new shirt, all sorts of thoughts running through his head.
He heard the door open, and found his mom in the living room, taking off her shoes infront of the door while it was still open.
"Hey mom.."
"Hi Jackson! Did you return those movies?"
"....... yeah."
She put a look of worry on her face.
"Jackson, is there something wrong?"
"No, there's no-"
Through the open door, he saw a large truck pull up and stop infront of his house. A window rolled down, exposing the barrel of an assault rifle.
His eyes widened, his pulse quickened and adrenaline pumped though his veins.
The assailant opened fire, spitting rounds through the door and windows. He was forced to watch those rounds rip through his mother's body.
"NO!!!"
Once the rifle's clip was empty, the window rolled back up and the truck took off.
Jackson rushed to his mother's lifeless body. He took her wrist. No pulse.
He slumped to his knees, tears flowing freely from his eyes.
"Why? Why did they kill you? Oh god, they were trying to kill me! I should be the one dead!"
He ran over to the phone, where he called paramedics and police.
The rest of the night was simply a blur, with the emergency teams asking him question he barely could answer with guilt choking him.
The next day, he called his sister and told her the news. She was as shocked as him, and came rushing back into town. He also worked up the courage to call his father. He told him the whole story... but his dad didn't seem to be too choked up about it.
"So, you'll be coming to live with us then?
"What? No, I won't!"
"Jackson, son, I know what's best for you, so get packed up and we'll send you a ticket."
"Dad, I'm 18, legally an adult. I don't have to."
Mr. O'Brian put a more commanding tone into his voice.
"Jackson, you ,iwill /i be living with us. I'm your father, and I know what's best!"
"No. Father is a name you haven't earned yet. I'm going to Japan to find some answers!"
"Japan? This was about a gang! What's in Ja-"
He slammed the phone down on the receiver, cursing that day.
A more logical part of his brain kicked in.
Why am I going to Japan? Oh yes, to find those other zoanthropes, and maybe some answers..
*Disclaimer: I don't own Bloody Roar or any related characters, they belong to Hudson.
*Notes: This is a little side project I'm doing to get my mind off my other main project, soon to be uploaded.
*Notes 2: Please R&R this, and if I get a positive response, I'll keep going. Oh, and rest assured, later chapters will be,u much/ u longer.
Prologue
Jackson O'Brian never knew. He never suspected or even thought. He didn't know who the hell Tylon was, or what a zoanthrope was, until that one night. The one night that reality as he knew it was shattered into million pieces and stepped on. Little did this boy living in Canada know that he would soon be in Japan, fighting in friendly comptions and deadly battles alike. But he would soon find out....
Chapter 1
Dammit, I've gotta return these movies before 7, or I'll have late charges! he thought.
At 18 years old, money was a big problem for Jackson O'Brian, so he wanted to avoid late fees as best he could.
Jackson was a just a regular kid... he went to school, he had a part-time job, and he had dreams. His dream was to visit Japan some day and learn the language. But at the rate he was going, he'd have enough money for his trip by the time he was 50.
He went outside for a moment to check the temperature. It was very warm out, which didn't seem right for mid-February in a northern Canadian city, so he turned on the T.V. Unless someone was playing some sort of joke on him, it was 8*c outside.. the little snow that they had was quickly melting into puddles.
Woah, it's mid-February and 6:30 at night.. it should at least be freezing out
But he wasn't one to complain when a burst a nice weather hit, so he grabbed a light sweater and went out the door.
He came back in a few moments later, realizing that he'd forgotten the movies. He had been sick the past few days with a heavy chest cold and cough, so he was delighted to get out of the house for a little while.
He picked up the movies, then decided to take his CD player. Not liking his headphones, he wore a worn-out cap to keep them in place.
He pressed 'play', then locked the door behind him.
Jackson was listening to some Nickleback, relating to the songs because his own father had left when he was only 6 months old, now living in America with a wife and kid.
He didn't like his step-brother very much, but he didn't like his step- mother or father even more. Jackson, his mom and sister had been living in this city for as long as he could remember, struggling to make ends meet while his step-family lived in the lap of luxury. He really resented his father for that, and was partially envious of his brother, but didn't dwell on it. His sister was just getting out of university, now able to work and live by herself, and Jackson had his own job, which made things much easier on his mother.
He walked across some backyards, through a lane way and down a hill. He crossed a busy street, then down a path beside a creek. In about 10 minutes, he was at the small movie rental store. Walking in and smiling at the owner, he placed the movies on the counter and left.
He stopped for a moment to take in a breath of fresh air. Bad idea.
The exhaust from a passing car found it's way into his lungs, sending him into a coughing fit.
Damn, I gotta get rid of this cold
Jackson retraced his path back home, and found his batteries dead while walking next to the creek.
Because he hated not being able to listen to music while walking, he always kept a spare set in his pocket. He knelt down to change them, then stood up to be on his way. But instead of the empty pathway, he saw a group of 6 or 7 guys standing infront of him.
"Hey kid," the leader of the group said, "that's a mighty fine piece of 'tech you got there. How about givin' it to us?"
He looked around, finding that the gang has formed a semi-circle around him.
"Um.... I'd rather not" he said slowly while backing away.
One of the other guys whispered something into the leader's ear.
"Hey, Jonny's right. Shoot first, ask nicely later."
"Shoot?"
The leader gave him a evil grin, then pulled out a shining gun from a pocket. Because of the dying light, he couldn't tell if it was real or not. He cocked the gun, confirming that the nine-millimeter was indeed real.
"Hey, hold on a second, I don't wanna fight or anything, I'll just give you the damn thing!"
The leader leveled the thing at Jackson.
"But where's the fun in that?" he said before squeezing off a shot.
Jackson gasped as he felt the hot lead tear though his gut and get lodged there. He stumbled back a bit, but didn't fall over, for he felt a strange power flowing though his body.
"The fuck? The dickhead should be dead!" Jonny said.
The leader changed his expression of surprise to one of twisted pleasure.
He fired 2 more shots, hitting him in the same place.
Yet Jackson didn't fall over. He simply clutched at the wounds and walked towards the gang.
Mr. Leader dropped the weapon in absolute shock.
"Guess we'll have to kick your ass the old school way!"
3 of the guys turned and ran, but Leader, Jonny and another stayed behind.
Leader and Jonny advanced on Jackson, but the third had a little more sense.
"Dude, you shot him 3 times! What if he's one of those animal freaks like the ones we heard about in Japan?"
The zoanthropes in Japan had been on T.V a few times, but so far, there were no reports of any in North America.
Thinking about this, the reality of the situation hit him. He had just been shot 3 times, yet the pain was mear throbs in his side, and he was able to walk.
While he was off thinking, Jonny had gotten close enough to give him a solid kick in the ribs... now animal instincts started to kick in, and he wasn't able to think clearly anymore.
Bad.. men.. hurt me, defend!
A strange feeling washed over him, as well as a wave of raw power. He started growing, muscles bulging, fur growing, face changing. His over- sized beige pants were now very tight, and his shirt was torn to shreds.
After the transformation, he looked at his hands, or to be more accurate, his paws. His arms were covered in snow-white fur, and his senses were increased ten-fold. Jackson stumbled over to the creek and looked at the water's reflection. He saw a very ferice looking Arctic Fox looking back at him.
My god.. I'm a zoanthrope? How the hell? This isn't possible! I was never an experiment anywhere, so.. could I have been born with this?
He tried to speak, but found that he no longer had any vocal cords. Because of his enhanced vision, he saw Leader pick the gun off the ground.
"Die you animal freak!" he said in a fear-filled voice.
He fired, and hit only empty air, as Jackson was flying towards him faster then he could react. He unsheathed his claws and raked a line of crimson across the guy's chest, then broke his arm. The 9 millimeter clattered to the ground as he screamed out in pain and surprise.
Jonny tried to take advantage and get Jackson from behind, but he whirled around, catching Jonny in mid-air, as he was trying to jump-kick the fox in the back.
Almost like an old cartoon, Jackson used Jonny's momentum to swing him into a tree head first. He heard a sickening crunch as the former gang member's neck snapped.
He turned his attention to the leader, who was now trying to dig a knife out with his good arm.
"The... fuck are you?" Leader whimpered.
Your worst nightmare
Jackson pulled his arm back, then punched the gang member in the wind pipe, collapsing it and killing him almost instantly.
The guy was on his back, his trenchcoat parted. In various pockets were all sorts of home made explosives as well as more ammo for the gun.
A few moments later, he reverted back to human. Jackson surveyed the carnage, almost not believing that he'd done this. His pants were baggy again, his shirt nonexistent.
Answers. I need answers! Was I born with this? Am I the subject of some sort of experiments? Why was I never able to do this before?
One side of him was appalled by this, but the other side had..... ienjoyed/i the fight.
I... gotta get home He though, backing away from the ugly scene. He turned and ran all the way home.
He quickly unlocked and opened the door, leaning on it. He took short, shallow breaths to calm himself, but that wasn't working. Jackson walked into his room and put on a new shirt, all sorts of thoughts running through his head.
He heard the door open, and found his mom in the living room, taking off her shoes infront of the door while it was still open.
"Hey mom.."
"Hi Jackson! Did you return those movies?"
"....... yeah."
She put a look of worry on her face.
"Jackson, is there something wrong?"
"No, there's no-"
Through the open door, he saw a large truck pull up and stop infront of his house. A window rolled down, exposing the barrel of an assault rifle.
His eyes widened, his pulse quickened and adrenaline pumped though his veins.
The assailant opened fire, spitting rounds through the door and windows. He was forced to watch those rounds rip through his mother's body.
"NO!!!"
Once the rifle's clip was empty, the window rolled back up and the truck took off.
Jackson rushed to his mother's lifeless body. He took her wrist. No pulse.
He slumped to his knees, tears flowing freely from his eyes.
"Why? Why did they kill you? Oh god, they were trying to kill me! I should be the one dead!"
He ran over to the phone, where he called paramedics and police.
The rest of the night was simply a blur, with the emergency teams asking him question he barely could answer with guilt choking him.
The next day, he called his sister and told her the news. She was as shocked as him, and came rushing back into town. He also worked up the courage to call his father. He told him the whole story... but his dad didn't seem to be too choked up about it.
"So, you'll be coming to live with us then?
"What? No, I won't!"
"Jackson, son, I know what's best for you, so get packed up and we'll send you a ticket."
"Dad, I'm 18, legally an adult. I don't have to."
Mr. O'Brian put a more commanding tone into his voice.
"Jackson, you ,iwill /i be living with us. I'm your father, and I know what's best!"
"No. Father is a name you haven't earned yet. I'm going to Japan to find some answers!"
"Japan? This was about a gang! What's in Ja-"
He slammed the phone down on the receiver, cursing that day.
A more logical part of his brain kicked in.
Why am I going to Japan? Oh yes, to find those other zoanthropes, and maybe some answers..