The Guyver:
Bio Booster Armor
(This is my story.huff.it's been two days since the organic life form infested my body. Ever since then aliens or Zoanoids which they are called have engaged in combat with me and every time they come the alien inside me takes control and everything begins to fall. I remember well what happen on the day of which the damn thing took over.)
"Bye, Ms. Sanokesume," said I. I just got done doing an errand for the fish industry that I'm working for and was heading to my bike. The fish industry is small, but we have a couple of faithful customers wanting to order our catch. The smell of tuna wreaked my clothing and I longed to get out of them. I unchain my bike and look at the slip of paper that was in my basket. I couldn't believe it.another delivery, but wait it's a pick-up request. In all of Tokyo, I got stuck with picking up a package.how can my life get any worst? Little did I know what I just said was going to come true! I peddled my bike down a deep slope and reached my destination. It appeared to be an abandoned fish market.could this be the right address. "Yes, this is it, but?" said I. I dismounted from my bike and left it to be abandoned for a while. I moved slowly and quietly towards the steps of my pick-up area. No life was seen.how odd! I shrugged and figured the best thing to do is get the job done. I move up the steps and knocked on the rusted metal door. I shoved my hands into my pant pockets and started to whistle that's when I heard footsteps coming from the inside of the building. The metal door open slowly leaving a long screeching sound brought chills down my spine. An old man of.maybe in his late seventies lurked within the shadows. The old man slid a brown-damp box. Flies swarm around the poorly wrapped package. Firstly, I look down at the package and then to the old man. He too brought a chilling presence. "Is this all that you want deliver Mr.?" said I. The old man turned and shut the door. The squeaking of the door acknowledge that was a yes. I wasn't going to ask for the money.I mean.would anyone in my position ask for the money. I bent down to pick up the box and in one whiff; I dropped the box and covered my nose. Man, that reeks like nothing I ever smelt before. I hold my breath and pick up the box that's when I notice two men in black suits at the corner of the street. They notice me looking at them and started walking into the bushes, hiding their presence. I leaned over the stairs to see if I could spot them, but no luck. I calmly went down the stairs and to my bike. I dropped the box on the ground so I could pick up my bike. "What a day.and I have to ride with this stinky package back to work!" said I. I shook my head out of disappointment and picked up the box. I placed the item in the basket and started up the hill. I just realized that the box was really light.weird.then I notice from the side mirrors that I was being followed. The suits are following me.I'll lose them in the alley. I cut across the grass as soon as I got on top of the hill. As my assumptions are correct they are following me, but the jokes on them. The alleyway is too narrow for them to fit their car through. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I made contact with a brick wall and I soared into the air. Up and over the wall, I crashed into a big heap of garbage. What luck.I mean.I was saved.saved by garbage. As I started to rejoice, the box falls right on top of my head. I yelled "Owwwwwwwuuu, what's inside this box any way?" Out of curiosity, I began I to open the box. Inside the box was full of old newspapers torn and soaked in blood, fish blood, I think. I knew there had to be more to what was being seen. I searched inside the box, anxiously and found a.well.I don't know. It was metallic with.wait.something is moving. The men in the black suits interrupted my curiosity. They walk simultaneously, looking determined to accomplish their tasks. Out of nowhere, a punk gang of thieves, murders, and hookers surrounded me. I then realized that the men wearing the black suits were backing off to their car. I saw the car speed off, leaving only tire tracks. A puny-bald man comes forward. He pulls out a switchblade and places the blade against his right cheek. He starts giggling, piercing my eyes with his blood-shot eyes. A bulky man with a long goatee starts patting the end of his wooden bat. A woman with red hair is smoking a cigarette, grinning every time she blows the smoke out of here mouth. An average built man with long jet-black hair swings his silver chain. I start to tremble out of fear. I wish that I could have gone with the two men. Anything is better than this I thought. The puny man points his blade at me and the red-haired woman made her move by approaching me. I utter no sound, but just started backing away until there was no where to go. My back felt the cold hard bricks. The woman finally put her cheek against mine and started rubbing her cheek against mine. Then she stuck her tongue and licked my face, forehead to chin. Then I felt a swift blow to my gut. I gasped for air as I felt the blow. I have dropped the metallic- looking object. As I got my breath, I started to grind my teeth. "Good job, Natasha," the puny man said. The woman stands there in front of me, laughing at me. Out of a burst of rage I rammed my fist into her gut and knocked her off her feet. A sudden gasp from the group. With quick action I try to run past them, but my actions were not fast enough. A sudden blow to my face as I see a wooden bat run across my face. I was thrown on to the ground and then that's when it called me. Something.I don't know what it was, but I heard something in my mind. I picked up the device. I looked at the center of the object. The ball, the resonating ball caught my eye. That's when I lost all sanity and driven the center of the object, the resonating ball into my forehead. I scream aloud in pain. I have never felt pain like this before. Pain turned into panic in seconds as I felt some sort of liquid or in-organic substance creep all over my body. I lose sight of all things and start to roll around screaming aloud. I cry for help even when I know I will not receive help. Then I felt everything going back to normal. I stood on my own to two feet. I hear murmurs from the gang. I move my attention to them.I regret doing so because after I did so, it felt like I was hit with a blinding light and lost all control. The bulky man came rushing in and smashes the wooden bat on my right shoulder. Out of my forearm, a short highly frequency blade rushes out. Before I knew what I have done, I swiftly decapitated the large man. I look upon the fallen corpse. Upon looking at the corpse, I felt fists pounding on my back. I turned around and out of control I yanked out the hair of the woman. Out of shock, she collapses on to the ground. The blood flows from her bare scalp as she slowly dies from bleeding to death. I lose the ability to think and I feel my foot rising. With swift movement, I end the woman's suffering and step on her head. Her head crushed like a can full of soda. The two other gang members are sharing the same fear for their lives. The man with the long hair lassos his silver chain around my neck. I turned in his direction. The man shrieks in fear. Once again, all sanity is lost and a small spark from my head is shot. The shot causes the man's head to erupt and blood is shot out like a shook-up can of soda. The puny-bald man, now all alone, stands there in horror. I place my hands to the side of his head. The man is crying and his pants soaked from his bodily waste. For the first time, I regain sanity and realize what I'm doing. Then I remembered what he and his gang done. I crush his head like a watermelon and watch as his headless body falls to the ground. My body is stained with blood of my victims. Suddenly, my eyes awaken and I look upon the dead. I start gasping for air that's when I notice that I wearing some type of.armor or costume or.whatever. I desperately try to remove it. I look upon the reflection of the blood and realize that my whole body is encase in this.armor. I fall on my knees and grab my chest. I look upon the heavenly sky and scream. That's when I felt the armor retract. Within seconds the armor was remove and enter inside my body. I felt the back of my neck and felt two holes. Once again I realize the horror and take off running. Nowhere to go, I decide to go find out what I got myself involved. I went back to the address where I first got the package. I arrive in front of the metal door and start pounding it madly. I stopped pounding on the door when I heard the same footsteps. The door opens more swiftly this time and instead of the old man, but a young man, nearly my age. I shove the young man aside and start searching desperately for the old man. "Old man, where are you?" I yelled. The young man comes up me and speaks very gently saying, "He has past.if it's about the package, come with me." The young man journeys down a case of stairs. With determination I follow the young man. I had to find answers.what have I become? Faded lights come on revealing a small lab. On a table I see the same thing that I saw in the box accept they looked broken. "These are guyver units," said the young man. "Guyver units?" I questioned. "Yes, bio booster armor created by aliens.Zoanoids!" replied the young man. I started to crack up by his remark. "Aliens?" I said with glee. My laughter was stopped as I watched the young man change.change into some sort of creature. Brown fur swarmed over his body, horns grew out of his forehead, and his fingernails turned into claws. His voice even changed. His voice sounded deep and scratchy. "Yes, I know.I look.hideous and discussing, but this is what I'am," remarked the use-to-be young man. I feel my neck throbbing. I feel a sensation now to kill this alien. I grab my head as I scream. The mere sight of the alien called upon the armor as I begin to be transformed into the armor again. I erect my body and look upon the alien. The ball resonates, the two other balls on each side of my head move, the antenna erects itself. I take two steps in front of me and take a deep breath. I exhale, revealing smoke coming out of the helmet. Instead of one highly frequency blade coming out, two come out. I charge at the monster, extending my deadly blades at the creature. Slowly the alien changes back to it's human form. Something in me stops me and I halt at my position staring at the young man. My blades barely touching the hair on his hair and retracts back into my arms. I regain my senses and realize what I almost did. The naked young man covers himself with a lab coat and sits down in a leather chair. "The armor seems to react to any type of threat.huff.making it unstable!" said the young man. "What do you mean.unstable?" I said. "There are many types of guyver units.you have unit one.the aliens must have overlook something and brought onto to this world a faulty unit!" the young man lectured. I look upon my body and examine the armor. I'm a freak.a weapon.a faulty weapon. "Of course it can be master," the young man adding on to his lecture. "Can it be remove?" I asked. "Maybe.maybe not, but if you stick around I can help you," He remarked. I had no other choice. I couldn't possibly stay like this forever and I can't go on killing people. This armor is out of control. I must control it.
(That brings to me here today.Day 2 of the guyver and I haven't really begun to tap into my powers. There has to be a way to get back to normal.a way to remove this.plaque. Have to go to school and then to work.man, it's been a long week.)
"Writing your daily records like I told you?" asked the young man. I nod and put on my school uniform. I grab my books and start heading up the stairs. "Unit One you can't leave.they will be after you," said the young man. "It's Kenji and I could care less.You said the unit is out of control.I could kill them with out mastering the damn thing.so why does it matter?" I stated. "Because they have far worst Zoanoids than just me and the outsiders.that's the weakness.your weakness.WAIT.STOP!" the young man said, but it was to late I was already out of the building. The bright light hit me, blinding me for a second. It felt good to be out again. I got on my bike and started peddling to my school.
Bio Booster Armor
(This is my story.huff.it's been two days since the organic life form infested my body. Ever since then aliens or Zoanoids which they are called have engaged in combat with me and every time they come the alien inside me takes control and everything begins to fall. I remember well what happen on the day of which the damn thing took over.)
"Bye, Ms. Sanokesume," said I. I just got done doing an errand for the fish industry that I'm working for and was heading to my bike. The fish industry is small, but we have a couple of faithful customers wanting to order our catch. The smell of tuna wreaked my clothing and I longed to get out of them. I unchain my bike and look at the slip of paper that was in my basket. I couldn't believe it.another delivery, but wait it's a pick-up request. In all of Tokyo, I got stuck with picking up a package.how can my life get any worst? Little did I know what I just said was going to come true! I peddled my bike down a deep slope and reached my destination. It appeared to be an abandoned fish market.could this be the right address. "Yes, this is it, but?" said I. I dismounted from my bike and left it to be abandoned for a while. I moved slowly and quietly towards the steps of my pick-up area. No life was seen.how odd! I shrugged and figured the best thing to do is get the job done. I move up the steps and knocked on the rusted metal door. I shoved my hands into my pant pockets and started to whistle that's when I heard footsteps coming from the inside of the building. The metal door open slowly leaving a long screeching sound brought chills down my spine. An old man of.maybe in his late seventies lurked within the shadows. The old man slid a brown-damp box. Flies swarm around the poorly wrapped package. Firstly, I look down at the package and then to the old man. He too brought a chilling presence. "Is this all that you want deliver Mr.?" said I. The old man turned and shut the door. The squeaking of the door acknowledge that was a yes. I wasn't going to ask for the money.I mean.would anyone in my position ask for the money. I bent down to pick up the box and in one whiff; I dropped the box and covered my nose. Man, that reeks like nothing I ever smelt before. I hold my breath and pick up the box that's when I notice two men in black suits at the corner of the street. They notice me looking at them and started walking into the bushes, hiding their presence. I leaned over the stairs to see if I could spot them, but no luck. I calmly went down the stairs and to my bike. I dropped the box on the ground so I could pick up my bike. "What a day.and I have to ride with this stinky package back to work!" said I. I shook my head out of disappointment and picked up the box. I placed the item in the basket and started up the hill. I just realized that the box was really light.weird.then I notice from the side mirrors that I was being followed. The suits are following me.I'll lose them in the alley. I cut across the grass as soon as I got on top of the hill. As my assumptions are correct they are following me, but the jokes on them. The alleyway is too narrow for them to fit their car through. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I made contact with a brick wall and I soared into the air. Up and over the wall, I crashed into a big heap of garbage. What luck.I mean.I was saved.saved by garbage. As I started to rejoice, the box falls right on top of my head. I yelled "Owwwwwwwuuu, what's inside this box any way?" Out of curiosity, I began I to open the box. Inside the box was full of old newspapers torn and soaked in blood, fish blood, I think. I knew there had to be more to what was being seen. I searched inside the box, anxiously and found a.well.I don't know. It was metallic with.wait.something is moving. The men in the black suits interrupted my curiosity. They walk simultaneously, looking determined to accomplish their tasks. Out of nowhere, a punk gang of thieves, murders, and hookers surrounded me. I then realized that the men wearing the black suits were backing off to their car. I saw the car speed off, leaving only tire tracks. A puny-bald man comes forward. He pulls out a switchblade and places the blade against his right cheek. He starts giggling, piercing my eyes with his blood-shot eyes. A bulky man with a long goatee starts patting the end of his wooden bat. A woman with red hair is smoking a cigarette, grinning every time she blows the smoke out of here mouth. An average built man with long jet-black hair swings his silver chain. I start to tremble out of fear. I wish that I could have gone with the two men. Anything is better than this I thought. The puny man points his blade at me and the red-haired woman made her move by approaching me. I utter no sound, but just started backing away until there was no where to go. My back felt the cold hard bricks. The woman finally put her cheek against mine and started rubbing her cheek against mine. Then she stuck her tongue and licked my face, forehead to chin. Then I felt a swift blow to my gut. I gasped for air as I felt the blow. I have dropped the metallic- looking object. As I got my breath, I started to grind my teeth. "Good job, Natasha," the puny man said. The woman stands there in front of me, laughing at me. Out of a burst of rage I rammed my fist into her gut and knocked her off her feet. A sudden gasp from the group. With quick action I try to run past them, but my actions were not fast enough. A sudden blow to my face as I see a wooden bat run across my face. I was thrown on to the ground and then that's when it called me. Something.I don't know what it was, but I heard something in my mind. I picked up the device. I looked at the center of the object. The ball, the resonating ball caught my eye. That's when I lost all sanity and driven the center of the object, the resonating ball into my forehead. I scream aloud in pain. I have never felt pain like this before. Pain turned into panic in seconds as I felt some sort of liquid or in-organic substance creep all over my body. I lose sight of all things and start to roll around screaming aloud. I cry for help even when I know I will not receive help. Then I felt everything going back to normal. I stood on my own to two feet. I hear murmurs from the gang. I move my attention to them.I regret doing so because after I did so, it felt like I was hit with a blinding light and lost all control. The bulky man came rushing in and smashes the wooden bat on my right shoulder. Out of my forearm, a short highly frequency blade rushes out. Before I knew what I have done, I swiftly decapitated the large man. I look upon the fallen corpse. Upon looking at the corpse, I felt fists pounding on my back. I turned around and out of control I yanked out the hair of the woman. Out of shock, she collapses on to the ground. The blood flows from her bare scalp as she slowly dies from bleeding to death. I lose the ability to think and I feel my foot rising. With swift movement, I end the woman's suffering and step on her head. Her head crushed like a can full of soda. The two other gang members are sharing the same fear for their lives. The man with the long hair lassos his silver chain around my neck. I turned in his direction. The man shrieks in fear. Once again, all sanity is lost and a small spark from my head is shot. The shot causes the man's head to erupt and blood is shot out like a shook-up can of soda. The puny-bald man, now all alone, stands there in horror. I place my hands to the side of his head. The man is crying and his pants soaked from his bodily waste. For the first time, I regain sanity and realize what I'm doing. Then I remembered what he and his gang done. I crush his head like a watermelon and watch as his headless body falls to the ground. My body is stained with blood of my victims. Suddenly, my eyes awaken and I look upon the dead. I start gasping for air that's when I notice that I wearing some type of.armor or costume or.whatever. I desperately try to remove it. I look upon the reflection of the blood and realize that my whole body is encase in this.armor. I fall on my knees and grab my chest. I look upon the heavenly sky and scream. That's when I felt the armor retract. Within seconds the armor was remove and enter inside my body. I felt the back of my neck and felt two holes. Once again I realize the horror and take off running. Nowhere to go, I decide to go find out what I got myself involved. I went back to the address where I first got the package. I arrive in front of the metal door and start pounding it madly. I stopped pounding on the door when I heard the same footsteps. The door opens more swiftly this time and instead of the old man, but a young man, nearly my age. I shove the young man aside and start searching desperately for the old man. "Old man, where are you?" I yelled. The young man comes up me and speaks very gently saying, "He has past.if it's about the package, come with me." The young man journeys down a case of stairs. With determination I follow the young man. I had to find answers.what have I become? Faded lights come on revealing a small lab. On a table I see the same thing that I saw in the box accept they looked broken. "These are guyver units," said the young man. "Guyver units?" I questioned. "Yes, bio booster armor created by aliens.Zoanoids!" replied the young man. I started to crack up by his remark. "Aliens?" I said with glee. My laughter was stopped as I watched the young man change.change into some sort of creature. Brown fur swarmed over his body, horns grew out of his forehead, and his fingernails turned into claws. His voice even changed. His voice sounded deep and scratchy. "Yes, I know.I look.hideous and discussing, but this is what I'am," remarked the use-to-be young man. I feel my neck throbbing. I feel a sensation now to kill this alien. I grab my head as I scream. The mere sight of the alien called upon the armor as I begin to be transformed into the armor again. I erect my body and look upon the alien. The ball resonates, the two other balls on each side of my head move, the antenna erects itself. I take two steps in front of me and take a deep breath. I exhale, revealing smoke coming out of the helmet. Instead of one highly frequency blade coming out, two come out. I charge at the monster, extending my deadly blades at the creature. Slowly the alien changes back to it's human form. Something in me stops me and I halt at my position staring at the young man. My blades barely touching the hair on his hair and retracts back into my arms. I regain my senses and realize what I almost did. The naked young man covers himself with a lab coat and sits down in a leather chair. "The armor seems to react to any type of threat.huff.making it unstable!" said the young man. "What do you mean.unstable?" I said. "There are many types of guyver units.you have unit one.the aliens must have overlook something and brought onto to this world a faulty unit!" the young man lectured. I look upon my body and examine the armor. I'm a freak.a weapon.a faulty weapon. "Of course it can be master," the young man adding on to his lecture. "Can it be remove?" I asked. "Maybe.maybe not, but if you stick around I can help you," He remarked. I had no other choice. I couldn't possibly stay like this forever and I can't go on killing people. This armor is out of control. I must control it.
(That brings to me here today.Day 2 of the guyver and I haven't really begun to tap into my powers. There has to be a way to get back to normal.a way to remove this.plaque. Have to go to school and then to work.man, it's been a long week.)
"Writing your daily records like I told you?" asked the young man. I nod and put on my school uniform. I grab my books and start heading up the stairs. "Unit One you can't leave.they will be after you," said the young man. "It's Kenji and I could care less.You said the unit is out of control.I could kill them with out mastering the damn thing.so why does it matter?" I stated. "Because they have far worst Zoanoids than just me and the outsiders.that's the weakness.your weakness.WAIT.STOP!" the young man said, but it was to late I was already out of the building. The bright light hit me, blinding me for a second. It felt good to be out again. I got on my bike and started peddling to my school.