Disclaimer: Still, nothing has changed. I don't own Zoids or anything remotely related. Though, I do like to claim copyright on my OC... whom I have yet to think up a name...
Maelgwyn: You like Marshmellows too, huh? They are very addictive :3 thank you for the encouraging words.
plink: *Looks around cautiously* you said you were watching me... I'm sorry if you've read a fic like this before, but I assure you, I have not copied this. It was a spur of the moment thought after watching too many Zoid videos, and No, It will not be a 'Prozen-bastardisation' story. I will try my best to keep him as humane as possible. You know of 'X-men'? Just think of it like a Mystique/Kurt type parent relationship. He cares.. but he doesn't let it be shown... oops... I shouldn't have said that... oh well, keep reading and you'll see what I mean.
"Speech"
~thoughts~
On with the chapter...
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*~ Against his better judgment, Gary advanced cautiously towards the boy...
"This does not look good.." The older scientist, Lawrence, finally came to a grim conclusion. He would have to contact Lord Prozan. Hesitantly, Lawrence picked up the receiver and dialed.
"Yes?" A rather gruff voice answered, startling the older man.
"Uh- Yes, I need to speak with Lord Prozan, it's an emergency!" Trying to stay as calm and collected as possible, Lawrence physically shook as he watched the younger Gary approach the boy's twisted 'corpse'.
"Wouldn't we all...What is the nature of your request?"
"What? This is an emergency! Put him on now!" Averting his eyes, he glared at the receiver.
"Ease up old timer! I can't just put you through with no reason, you know?"
"The emergency is the reason you idiot! The 'Hybrid' experiment has ruptured!"
"H-hybrid? Your not serious...Oh shit..." the voice paused for a moment and Lawrence could hear the mumbling voices from the other end, "No need to transfer, I'll tell him personally-" With that, the line went dead and Lawrence lowered the handset. Turning back, he saw that Gary had reached the body...
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~It has to be dead...~ Gary thought as he crawled closer to the boy, ~the machines were its lifeline..~ Just to assure him, Gary looked up to the mainframe, no wires were connected anymore.
~Yep... he's dead...~ He mentally nodded as he reached the boy's side and leaned over to look closer. The airway tube was still lodged in his throat.
~He could've just stopped breathing... Should I take it out..? no..~ Hesitantly, he placed a hand on the port in the back of the boy's neck instead (AN: remotely like the ones in the 'Matrix'). Instantly, he recoiled his hand as if he'd been electrocuted.
~He's so cold!~ Forgetting about the port, he reached over for the tubing and slowly tilted the boy's head backwards. With his right hand, he slowly pulled the tubing back, watching it slide easily along the others throat. Once removed, the boy's jaw lolled open. ~Poor kid... no one deserves this..~ Gary felt pity overwhelm him as he began to remove all the remaining wires and tubing.
Last of all, he came back to the neck-port, ~that was his lifeline..~ reaching forward again, he grabbed the thick, insulated wire and twisted.
Nothing happened, it didn't even budge.
~Great...~ Grasping it with both hands, he tried again.
Again, nothing.
"Damn-it!" Gary cussed out aloud. Hearing a 'Clink' sound, the thought it had given way. Looking hopeful towards it, he saw it hadn't moved. "Then what th-!" He was cut off roughly by something cold and hard wrapping around his throat. Gasping for air, Gary dropped the wire and clung vainly at the offending structure. It was slowly getting tighter. "Nghh.." he moaned, trying desperately to draw air into his starving lungs.
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"GARY!" the familiar voice of Lawrence boomed over the speakers. He couldn't believe his eyes. One minute the boy was dead, the next that 'tail' thing had flung up and coiled itself around Gary's throat. Helpless to act, Lawrence mumbled "Christ Prozan, Hurry it up!"
"Hurry what up exactly, Mr. Kodenski?"
Lawrence swung around to find Lord Prozan himself, along with a number of guards, standing in the laboratory doorway. "Lord Prozan!" he nodded his head in acknowledgment and swung back around to the monitors and window. Gary was now slumping over his knees, the 'tail' still firmly in place around his neck.
"Quite a temper the boys has..." Prozan spoke calmly and soft as he approached the window, viewing the two occupants with a slight smirk, "Your colleague?" he motioned towards the now still figure keeling over beside the boy.
"Y-yes my lord, W-we have to help him!" Lawrence was in a panic, his voice cracking slightly.
"He wont kill him..." Prozan spoke again,
"W-what?!" Lawrence turned to the taller man,
"He is far to much like his mother, though, in his current confused state..." Prozan trailed off slightly, averting his eyes from the scene before him to rest on the older scientist, "I wouldn't put it past him."
"Please Sir! You must help him!" Lawrence was practically begging. Showing no concern at all for the older mans request, Prozan simply turned back to the window, "Sir!!"
"Shut it!" one of the guards approached Lawrence. Meekly, Lawrence slumped down in his seat, cradling his face in his hands.
_ _ _ _ _
Gary was vaguely aware of his surroundings. A dull ache in his chest told him that his heart was failing. Loosing all sense of vertigo, he did not realize he was being lifted from the ground, nor did he feel the impact of the wall. Suddenly, his lungs were flooded with air. His head was overwhelmed with a sense of lightness, he was floating on air, or so he thought. Opening his eyes slightly, he saw the boy... moving.
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He was straining to raise himself from the cold, hard floor. He knew he had to get out of this place, that this place was bad. It has caused him nothing but pain...
Raising an arm, he tried to lift himself. Still being covered in that sticky liquid, his hand found no ground and slid out from under him, sending back down to the hard floor. This impact dislodged the mucus buildup in his throat and he found himself stuck in a violent coughing fit. His fragile body convulsed and rocked with every gasp.
Finally able to draw air into his lungs, the boys tried once more to get up. Pulling both arms underneath himself, he pushed downwards and lifted his upper body. The fluid dripped and pooled around where he once lay as he strained to bend his legs to get them to sit comfortably underneath him. Once sitting, he opened his eyes. His head exploded in pain and the light seemed to pierce through his temple and stab at his brain. Gritting his teeth, he forced he eyes to focus.
Looking around, he noticed the guy that had rudely tapped on his glass only moments ago. ~He's watching me..~ he noticed the others dazed eyes, ~or is he dead...did I kill him?~ A sudden rush of panic flooded over him, making him scramble backwards, his 'tail' dragging along the floor with him. His back hit another cold, hard surface, but he continued to try and get away from the others prone body, ~Please don't let him be dead...~ Gathering up his courage, he looked back and sighed with relief as he saw the steady rise and fall of the others chest. Turning slightly, he finally saw what had been his home. A rather damaged looking piece of machinery,
~Probably my fault it's like that..~ Sitting forward slightly, he turned his head to see what he had hit. A first he saw metal, but looking higher, he noticed glass, ~A window ?~ Standing up on unsteady legs, he leaned against the glass for support. He was greeted with a number of faces, looking back at him with the same amount of interest.
An old man whom had tears running freely from his eyes was staring at him, in awe or in fear, he couldn't tell. There were a number of other men in there as well. They were dressed in some sort of uniform, they looked shocked more than anything. Tilting his head slightly, another man came into view. This man was very close to the window so he was easy to see. Tall, well-dressed and long, silvery hair that went well past his shoulders. He had a 'reagle' look to him, but why did he seem so damn familiar. Looking towards his face, their eyes locked briefly and realization dawned on the boy like a blow to the head. Stumbling backwards in fright, the boy found himself on the floor once more, ~No way!~ Looking up once more, he found the man's expression to be a mixture of both concern and sadness.
Finding his voice for the first time in many years, the young boy managed to rasp out one word,
"Father..."
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AN: What a pathetic attempt at drama/action, don't you agree? Oh well, I haven't written for many years, so I may seem a little rusty. Still, I'm happy with the way this is forming. Again, my apologies for the lack of Van & Co. They will appear soon, I promise.
A short notice to warn readers that there may be long breaks between chapters as I am a Uni student and I find it hard to find a big enough time space to get a chapter typed up, proof read, & uploaded. If you would like to be notified of updates, simply leave a note in your reviews, I'm all too happy to e-mail you.
Please review, or flame. Whichever you prefer... X3
Maelgwyn: You like Marshmellows too, huh? They are very addictive :3 thank you for the encouraging words.
plink: *Looks around cautiously* you said you were watching me... I'm sorry if you've read a fic like this before, but I assure you, I have not copied this. It was a spur of the moment thought after watching too many Zoid videos, and No, It will not be a 'Prozen-bastardisation' story. I will try my best to keep him as humane as possible. You know of 'X-men'? Just think of it like a Mystique/Kurt type parent relationship. He cares.. but he doesn't let it be shown... oops... I shouldn't have said that... oh well, keep reading and you'll see what I mean.
"Speech"
~thoughts~
On with the chapter...
_ _ _ _
*~ Against his better judgment, Gary advanced cautiously towards the boy...
"This does not look good.." The older scientist, Lawrence, finally came to a grim conclusion. He would have to contact Lord Prozan. Hesitantly, Lawrence picked up the receiver and dialed.
"Yes?" A rather gruff voice answered, startling the older man.
"Uh- Yes, I need to speak with Lord Prozan, it's an emergency!" Trying to stay as calm and collected as possible, Lawrence physically shook as he watched the younger Gary approach the boy's twisted 'corpse'.
"Wouldn't we all...What is the nature of your request?"
"What? This is an emergency! Put him on now!" Averting his eyes, he glared at the receiver.
"Ease up old timer! I can't just put you through with no reason, you know?"
"The emergency is the reason you idiot! The 'Hybrid' experiment has ruptured!"
"H-hybrid? Your not serious...Oh shit..." the voice paused for a moment and Lawrence could hear the mumbling voices from the other end, "No need to transfer, I'll tell him personally-" With that, the line went dead and Lawrence lowered the handset. Turning back, he saw that Gary had reached the body...
_ _ _ _
~It has to be dead...~ Gary thought as he crawled closer to the boy, ~the machines were its lifeline..~ Just to assure him, Gary looked up to the mainframe, no wires were connected anymore.
~Yep... he's dead...~ He mentally nodded as he reached the boy's side and leaned over to look closer. The airway tube was still lodged in his throat.
~He could've just stopped breathing... Should I take it out..? no..~ Hesitantly, he placed a hand on the port in the back of the boy's neck instead (AN: remotely like the ones in the 'Matrix'). Instantly, he recoiled his hand as if he'd been electrocuted.
~He's so cold!~ Forgetting about the port, he reached over for the tubing and slowly tilted the boy's head backwards. With his right hand, he slowly pulled the tubing back, watching it slide easily along the others throat. Once removed, the boy's jaw lolled open. ~Poor kid... no one deserves this..~ Gary felt pity overwhelm him as he began to remove all the remaining wires and tubing.
Last of all, he came back to the neck-port, ~that was his lifeline..~ reaching forward again, he grabbed the thick, insulated wire and twisted.
Nothing happened, it didn't even budge.
~Great...~ Grasping it with both hands, he tried again.
Again, nothing.
"Damn-it!" Gary cussed out aloud. Hearing a 'Clink' sound, the thought it had given way. Looking hopeful towards it, he saw it hadn't moved. "Then what th-!" He was cut off roughly by something cold and hard wrapping around his throat. Gasping for air, Gary dropped the wire and clung vainly at the offending structure. It was slowly getting tighter. "Nghh.." he moaned, trying desperately to draw air into his starving lungs.
_ _ _ _ _ _
"GARY!" the familiar voice of Lawrence boomed over the speakers. He couldn't believe his eyes. One minute the boy was dead, the next that 'tail' thing had flung up and coiled itself around Gary's throat. Helpless to act, Lawrence mumbled "Christ Prozan, Hurry it up!"
"Hurry what up exactly, Mr. Kodenski?"
Lawrence swung around to find Lord Prozan himself, along with a number of guards, standing in the laboratory doorway. "Lord Prozan!" he nodded his head in acknowledgment and swung back around to the monitors and window. Gary was now slumping over his knees, the 'tail' still firmly in place around his neck.
"Quite a temper the boys has..." Prozan spoke calmly and soft as he approached the window, viewing the two occupants with a slight smirk, "Your colleague?" he motioned towards the now still figure keeling over beside the boy.
"Y-yes my lord, W-we have to help him!" Lawrence was in a panic, his voice cracking slightly.
"He wont kill him..." Prozan spoke again,
"W-what?!" Lawrence turned to the taller man,
"He is far to much like his mother, though, in his current confused state..." Prozan trailed off slightly, averting his eyes from the scene before him to rest on the older scientist, "I wouldn't put it past him."
"Please Sir! You must help him!" Lawrence was practically begging. Showing no concern at all for the older mans request, Prozan simply turned back to the window, "Sir!!"
"Shut it!" one of the guards approached Lawrence. Meekly, Lawrence slumped down in his seat, cradling his face in his hands.
_ _ _ _ _
Gary was vaguely aware of his surroundings. A dull ache in his chest told him that his heart was failing. Loosing all sense of vertigo, he did not realize he was being lifted from the ground, nor did he feel the impact of the wall. Suddenly, his lungs were flooded with air. His head was overwhelmed with a sense of lightness, he was floating on air, or so he thought. Opening his eyes slightly, he saw the boy... moving.
_ _ _ _ _
He was straining to raise himself from the cold, hard floor. He knew he had to get out of this place, that this place was bad. It has caused him nothing but pain...
Raising an arm, he tried to lift himself. Still being covered in that sticky liquid, his hand found no ground and slid out from under him, sending back down to the hard floor. This impact dislodged the mucus buildup in his throat and he found himself stuck in a violent coughing fit. His fragile body convulsed and rocked with every gasp.
Finally able to draw air into his lungs, the boys tried once more to get up. Pulling both arms underneath himself, he pushed downwards and lifted his upper body. The fluid dripped and pooled around where he once lay as he strained to bend his legs to get them to sit comfortably underneath him. Once sitting, he opened his eyes. His head exploded in pain and the light seemed to pierce through his temple and stab at his brain. Gritting his teeth, he forced he eyes to focus.
Looking around, he noticed the guy that had rudely tapped on his glass only moments ago. ~He's watching me..~ he noticed the others dazed eyes, ~or is he dead...did I kill him?~ A sudden rush of panic flooded over him, making him scramble backwards, his 'tail' dragging along the floor with him. His back hit another cold, hard surface, but he continued to try and get away from the others prone body, ~Please don't let him be dead...~ Gathering up his courage, he looked back and sighed with relief as he saw the steady rise and fall of the others chest. Turning slightly, he finally saw what had been his home. A rather damaged looking piece of machinery,
~Probably my fault it's like that..~ Sitting forward slightly, he turned his head to see what he had hit. A first he saw metal, but looking higher, he noticed glass, ~A window ?~ Standing up on unsteady legs, he leaned against the glass for support. He was greeted with a number of faces, looking back at him with the same amount of interest.
An old man whom had tears running freely from his eyes was staring at him, in awe or in fear, he couldn't tell. There were a number of other men in there as well. They were dressed in some sort of uniform, they looked shocked more than anything. Tilting his head slightly, another man came into view. This man was very close to the window so he was easy to see. Tall, well-dressed and long, silvery hair that went well past his shoulders. He had a 'reagle' look to him, but why did he seem so damn familiar. Looking towards his face, their eyes locked briefly and realization dawned on the boy like a blow to the head. Stumbling backwards in fright, the boy found himself on the floor once more, ~No way!~ Looking up once more, he found the man's expression to be a mixture of both concern and sadness.
Finding his voice for the first time in many years, the young boy managed to rasp out one word,
"Father..."
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AN: What a pathetic attempt at drama/action, don't you agree? Oh well, I haven't written for many years, so I may seem a little rusty. Still, I'm happy with the way this is forming. Again, my apologies for the lack of Van & Co. They will appear soon, I promise.
A short notice to warn readers that there may be long breaks between chapters as I am a Uni student and I find it hard to find a big enough time space to get a chapter typed up, proof read, & uploaded. If you would like to be notified of updates, simply leave a note in your reviews, I'm all too happy to e-mail you.
Please review, or flame. Whichever you prefer... X3
