Disclaimer: Bloody Roar and all related characters are property of Hudson.
MARS-01 is property of the author, Person with many aliases
A/N: . . . means someone's thoughts. To get some of the names and relations of characters, read fic: "Random Bloody Roar Questions Answered". Story is Post BR: PF
Dude, crap I won't be able to write anymore chaps a week straight . . .dude not cool ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Chapter 2:
Dream . . . that's all MARS could do while he was trapped in that life support tube. Dream, and contemplate over it. Once again MARS was dreaming the same dream the he was having ever since he could remember. Once again he saw the young boy sitting on the staircase listening to his father and two men argue over something about him in the living room.
"I tell you, this boy has shown much more potential than any other, it's only an hour a day-."
"Doing whatever sick experiments on him behind my back!" the boy's father angrily shot back.
"Those are uncalled for accusations"
"I read those reports on your "investigations" and what happened to those volunteers, as far as I'm concerned you can't have my boy and if you don't like that, I might as well call the police. Is that clear?"
" . . . Very well I suppose we wasted both our time, sir, I just hope you re-think our offer"
"I already thought it over"
"In that case, good afternoon and goodbye." With the meeting over the two men, seemingly twins left the house. The boy, being the curious type, wondered what the two men would be saying right now. Immediately the child heard the men's voices as if the walls didn't exist between them.
"Jim, what'll we do now? Boss won't be really happy you know"
"I know, I guess we'll have to solve this matter our own way"
"Again and then what? Make it look like another burglary?"
"If we have to, yes"
"Fine, tonight?"
"Tonight"
"Let's go then"
The child gasped in horror of what could happen during that time ran toward his parents to try and warn them of the impending danger. Before the dream could be finished, a bright light erased all hopes of seeing what happened next. The young man who had the dreams rose out of the green gelatin in the tank, groaned for a minute and blinked his eyes several times attempting to adjust to the new light sources.
"Good to see that you're alive after all, Mars"
The man turned his head towards the direction of the where the voice emanated from. There he saw Busuzima slumped lazily against a chair staring with a rather bored look.
"If this is supposed to be heaven, then the devil must be owning it" MARS snorted back after looking at Busuzima face.
"Hmph, you still got that defiant attitude of yours even after all these years" Busuzima retorted. For several minutes there was silence until MARS broke the silence.
"How long have been sleeping?"
"12 years"
"WHAT!?"
"Don't worry, nothing big happened during then" Busuzima lied, remembering the events of the past few years. MARS just thought for a couple of seconds before Busuzima continued talking.
"So, how do you feel?"
"Well now that you say that, I feel a bit feverish"
"Really?"
"Oh gud . . . can't breath . . ." MARS clutched his chest, coughed and gasping for air while his eyes glazed over before collapsing back into the green sludge inside the tank. Busuzima then proceeded to causally stroll over to the convulsing body and checked the MARS's pulse. Seeing the pulse was normal, Busuzima smiled to himself well, now I know the mind control is working. If there was one thing that the scientist always looked forward to, it was the "rebirth" of the subject. Not only did they show complete obedience to him, the attitude of the person also changed. Busuzima quickly shoved those thoughts out of his head after seeing the now mind controlled MARS rising back out of the capsule again. Busuzima just grinned at his new toy.
"Who is your master, MARS?"
"You are, me lord-ship"
"That's new"
"What is?"
"Oh, nothing. Anyways I ask of a mission for you"
"Yes, I am listening"
"I want you to re-capture an . . . let's just say old friend of mine"
"What's her name?"
"And how do you know the target is a girl?"
"You forget the gifts you gave me, lord-ship"
"Still got them eh? That's good, anyways her name is Neptune"
"Her changed name is now?"
"Uriko Nonomura"
"I see, now I ask a favor from you"
"Er . . . okay"
"Get me a pair of pants and point me to the shower"
"Hmph, you're mighty bossy" Busuzima snorted as he threw a pair towards him. Easily catching it, MARS hoisted himself out of the stasis tank and put the pants on and continued to ask.
"Uriko's age is?"
"She should be around 17 now"
"I see"
"You understand you're mission?"
"All except one thing"
"And what's that?"
"Why did you choose me?" There was a long silence as the young Rip Van Wrinkle awaited his answer. Busuzima sighed and walked over and placed hand on MARS's shoulder.
"The truth is gripping, Tylon is dead"
"Really"
"Indeed, many died, few survived. You are the only one who can do this, can you do it?"
"I gave my answer, it was yes"
Busuzima couldn't help but smile at his new obedient creation
"Good . . . oh and the shower is over there" Busuzima pointed out
"Thank you lord-ship"
"No, I must thank you, my little Hunter"
And thus, MARS's mission began.
A/N: sorry if the first two chapters are a bit slow, next chapter will have a bit more than just plain talking please bear with me, but the chap won't be for a week or so
A/N: . . . means someone's thoughts. To get some of the names and relations of characters, read fic: "Random Bloody Roar Questions Answered". Story is Post BR: PF
Dude, crap I won't be able to write anymore chaps a week straight . . .dude not cool ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Chapter 2:
Dream . . . that's all MARS could do while he was trapped in that life support tube. Dream, and contemplate over it. Once again MARS was dreaming the same dream the he was having ever since he could remember. Once again he saw the young boy sitting on the staircase listening to his father and two men argue over something about him in the living room.
"I tell you, this boy has shown much more potential than any other, it's only an hour a day-."
"Doing whatever sick experiments on him behind my back!" the boy's father angrily shot back.
"Those are uncalled for accusations"
"I read those reports on your "investigations" and what happened to those volunteers, as far as I'm concerned you can't have my boy and if you don't like that, I might as well call the police. Is that clear?"
" . . . Very well I suppose we wasted both our time, sir, I just hope you re-think our offer"
"I already thought it over"
"In that case, good afternoon and goodbye." With the meeting over the two men, seemingly twins left the house. The boy, being the curious type, wondered what the two men would be saying right now. Immediately the child heard the men's voices as if the walls didn't exist between them.
"Jim, what'll we do now? Boss won't be really happy you know"
"I know, I guess we'll have to solve this matter our own way"
"Again and then what? Make it look like another burglary?"
"If we have to, yes"
"Fine, tonight?"
"Tonight"
"Let's go then"
The child gasped in horror of what could happen during that time ran toward his parents to try and warn them of the impending danger. Before the dream could be finished, a bright light erased all hopes of seeing what happened next. The young man who had the dreams rose out of the green gelatin in the tank, groaned for a minute and blinked his eyes several times attempting to adjust to the new light sources.
"Good to see that you're alive after all, Mars"
The man turned his head towards the direction of the where the voice emanated from. There he saw Busuzima slumped lazily against a chair staring with a rather bored look.
"If this is supposed to be heaven, then the devil must be owning it" MARS snorted back after looking at Busuzima face.
"Hmph, you still got that defiant attitude of yours even after all these years" Busuzima retorted. For several minutes there was silence until MARS broke the silence.
"How long have been sleeping?"
"12 years"
"WHAT!?"
"Don't worry, nothing big happened during then" Busuzima lied, remembering the events of the past few years. MARS just thought for a couple of seconds before Busuzima continued talking.
"So, how do you feel?"
"Well now that you say that, I feel a bit feverish"
"Really?"
"Oh gud . . . can't breath . . ." MARS clutched his chest, coughed and gasping for air while his eyes glazed over before collapsing back into the green sludge inside the tank. Busuzima then proceeded to causally stroll over to the convulsing body and checked the MARS's pulse. Seeing the pulse was normal, Busuzima smiled to himself well, now I know the mind control is working. If there was one thing that the scientist always looked forward to, it was the "rebirth" of the subject. Not only did they show complete obedience to him, the attitude of the person also changed. Busuzima quickly shoved those thoughts out of his head after seeing the now mind controlled MARS rising back out of the capsule again. Busuzima just grinned at his new toy.
"Who is your master, MARS?"
"You are, me lord-ship"
"That's new"
"What is?"
"Oh, nothing. Anyways I ask of a mission for you"
"Yes, I am listening"
"I want you to re-capture an . . . let's just say old friend of mine"
"What's her name?"
"And how do you know the target is a girl?"
"You forget the gifts you gave me, lord-ship"
"Still got them eh? That's good, anyways her name is Neptune"
"Her changed name is now?"
"Uriko Nonomura"
"I see, now I ask a favor from you"
"Er . . . okay"
"Get me a pair of pants and point me to the shower"
"Hmph, you're mighty bossy" Busuzima snorted as he threw a pair towards him. Easily catching it, MARS hoisted himself out of the stasis tank and put the pants on and continued to ask.
"Uriko's age is?"
"She should be around 17 now"
"I see"
"You understand you're mission?"
"All except one thing"
"And what's that?"
"Why did you choose me?" There was a long silence as the young Rip Van Wrinkle awaited his answer. Busuzima sighed and walked over and placed hand on MARS's shoulder.
"The truth is gripping, Tylon is dead"
"Really"
"Indeed, many died, few survived. You are the only one who can do this, can you do it?"
"I gave my answer, it was yes"
Busuzima couldn't help but smile at his new obedient creation
"Good . . . oh and the shower is over there" Busuzima pointed out
"Thank you lord-ship"
"No, I must thank you, my little Hunter"
And thus, MARS's mission began.
A/N: sorry if the first two chapters are a bit slow, next chapter will have a bit more than just plain talking please bear with me, but the chap won't be for a week or so