Primal Instincts
By V.Valentine
A/N: Two chapter update! I'm cranking them out like hot cakes! Actually, I'm waiting for the next episode of Sealab 2021 to start, so I thought I'd move things along just a little more. Thanks go out to all my reviewers and if you like what you're reading, feel free to read my other works. All the usual disclaimers apply. Onto the next chapter!
The stars were twinkling out in the night sky like diamonds, as Chaos flew through the obsidian blackness, seeing the outline of Tokyo ahead of him. He knew that he had been flying for a while, because Valentine hadn't tried to wake up just yet. Whatever it was, it had Vincent down long enough for him to emerge for as long as he had, and freedom was a very good thing. The rush of the evening breeze went through his crimson locks of hair as he flew towards the city of Tokyo, but he had absolutely no idea why he was even here in the first place. Valentine was prompting him here, he imagined. Chaos smirked; the boy was finally starting to learn his gifts.
Taking a sharp left as he got into the main land, Chaos headed south, towards where Hiroshima was. As much as a rebuilding effort was helping, the inhabitants could still remember the fateful day the bomb was dropped. Chaos smell the radiation off of them, it coming off of their bodies like a sick stench that needed to be washed off. Those that were lucky to be alive weren't so lucky in the fact that the bomb's effects would be with them forever. At least the land healed itself after a while.
Chaos didn't know exactly what he was looking for here; he wasn't even sure what Valentine was looking for here. But, Valentine wanted to be here, and if it meant he was able to get out to do it, Chaos was not going to brook an argument over it. The more he flew, the closer he got to their destination, so Chaos speeded up just a bit, an extra flap of his massive wings every now and then. He looked down to see rice farmers look up to see him, and the shocked looks on their faces as he passed them by, his outline clear in the moonlight. Chaos didn't try to hide his appearance; a little fear would do the people well.
And as he finally got into the city of Hiroshima, Chaos landed on the roof on one of the newer constructed buildings. He looked out over the city; he could feel several people sound asleep in their beds. Some people were arguing, some people were dying.some people were mating. A look of disgust appeared on Chaos's face. Human mating events were so sickening to him. It didn't even look like they enjoyed it half the time.
Chaos proceeded to climb down the building he was on, as he slowly approached the ground. Leaping the rest of the way down, he went to all fours and started sniffing the ground lightly, smelling for any familiar scents that would lead them to what they both wanted. Chaos was sure to remain as stealthy as possible, but as direct as he could be. The longer he was out here in the open, the more of a chance that he would get spotted. Picking up on something on the flowing breeze by him, Chaos rushed down one of the secluded streets to a manhole, in the center. The scent was definitely coming from in there, and he needed to see why. Picking up the manhole cover like it was nothing, Chaos tossed it aside and climbed into the sewer below.
Chaos landed in a river of filth that he didn't even want to begin to imagine what was in it. Snorting lightly, trying to get the stench away from him, Chaos crawled through the sewer towards where the scent was coming from. He followed it down an intricate series of pathways and walkways, sometimes attaching himself to the ceiling and walking along that, and having his tail drag the filth, to pick up any rats for a quick snack for him. And as he rounded the newest turn in his path, he stopped to see a pile of rubble and rocks blocking the rest of the way. But the scent was coming from that way, and Chaos was not about to stop now.
Moving to the rubble, Chaos moved to start grabbing what he could and tossing it away. It didn't seem like he was making a lot of progress at the beginning, but soon he could see a hole that lead into almost a perfectly preserved basement of some kind. Once he cleared enough of the rubble to get away, Chaos climbed into the hole, dropping to his feet, and started to look around. The rhythmic hum of machinery was still going, as computers beeped and pulsed with electricity. Chaos sniffed around, not finding anyone around, though he didn't think there would be now. Didn't the blue furry one say something about a bomb? No wonder this place was abandoned.
As he walked towards the back of the laboratory, he saw three large containers, able to hold a human sized person easily. Chaos lightly sniffed each container, each one reeking with some scent he had never smelled before and he didn't like, he knew that for sure. He walked past the containers to something that looked like a monitor, almost like a TV. Chaos wondered how advanced these people were to have this already back in their time. Something was definitely going on here, and it was too late now to get out of it.
Chaos looked to the side of the TV, several recording tapes were lying to the side of the monitor, and much like something someone would put into a VCR. They had been labeled, apparently for convenience as he read the labels. "Vincent-One Month", "Vincent-Three Months", "Hojo-Final Experiment". Chaos looked to the tapes, and pondered what Vincent had to do with them. Deciding to find out first hand and to have the best place to watch, Chaos slowly let Vincent have control again, as Chaos's form slowly melted away to show Vincent's body standing just where Chaos had been. Vincent looked down to himself, and the clothes he was still wearing. "At least I'm not naked this time." Vincent remarked slightly, as he ran a hand through his hair. "I..feel better." Vincent said to himself, wondering why he felt better than before he changed to Chaos.
Vincent looked to the tapes Chaos had been looking at, as he read the labels as well. Taking the One Month tape, he put it into the slot, as the TV fizzled and buzzed to life, as the black and white tape came onto the screen. And there before Vincent, a man with long black obsidian hair stood in front of the camera as he was apparently adjusting it for the best shot. He smiled as he joined a woman on a carpet in a living room. "I hope this thing works. If it does, we can patent it off." The man says, as the woman next to him smiled, while she moved to grab a baby from the nearby crib. The baby started to protest as she gently shushed him. "There there, Vincent. It's all right. It's just one of daddy's inventions." The woman gently comforted the child, as the man looked over to the baby, and lightly played peek-a-boo with it. Vincent lightly touched the screen, as he could feel the sting of tears starting to come from his eyes.
Moving to a more comfortable spot, Vincent watched the first tape. It documented his motor skills for being one month old, and his ability to follow a pen with his eyes no matter where it went. And then as soon as it began, it ended, leaving the clichéd snow on the TV screen where the images were. Vincent moved to put in the second tape, and sat back in the spot he picked out again, and watch. Now, the camera was fixed on him as a baby, sitting up on an examination table. His parents weren't anywhere to be found in the scene, but suddenly another man with long black obsidian hair and wire frame glasses came into the picture. "And how's my little guinea pig today? Come now, speak up!" The man said with a cruel laugh as he turned to face the camera, clearing his throat. "This is the first trial of Subjects new abilities. Test commencing, Nobunga Hojo conducting." Professor Hojo said, as he turned back to the baby, and lightly pulled out a pointer stick, and started to poke the baby with it. And soon, Vincent began to cry, the poking stick getting uncomfortable to him. And as Vincent was watching himself crying, he could almost see a flash of crimson appear in the younger version of himself, directed in the eyes. Professor Hojo then turned back to the camera. "Test Failed. Subject needs more direct motivation. Fortunately, I have a new specimen that just came in. I'm sure they'll be best friends." Professor Hojo said with a cruel laugh, as the tape quickly shut off.
Vincent moved to remove the tape, and look to the third and final tape, wondering if he even wanted to play the tape. Deciding that he should, Vincent put in the new tape, and sat back to watch what was on it. The camera immediately fixed on Hojo, as he was looking into the camera, smiling. "April Second, 1945. I've decided to let those pigs in Tokyo do what they will to my funding. I'm a genius and the world will soon know my name! Vincent was just put into stasis hibernation, some quaint technology we got from the Nazi's. I'm told their leader, Red Skull, was put into hibernation as well. It doesn't really matter. Vincent will be the greatest killing machine this world has ever seen, and he will make me ruler of the world! The demonic cells within him will eventually boil out of control with his rage, and the world will be forced to bow to me as Emperor! I've heard those American dogs are going to try and attempt something within the next couple of days. Let them come. I am Hojo!" Hojo shouts as the tape abruptly cuts off, and the snow on the TV resumes.
Vincent's eyes narrow at the screen at the screen, but he eventually hung his head, wondering why his parents would allow something like this to happen to their only child. Didn't they love him? Wouldn't they want to want to protect him? So many questions concerning his parents still remained, and he had only a few answers as to what he was. He was a freak, and he was never meant to be this way. He was just some pawn in another person's game of world domination. And he didn't feel much like playing anything right now.
By V.Valentine
A/N: Two chapter update! I'm cranking them out like hot cakes! Actually, I'm waiting for the next episode of Sealab 2021 to start, so I thought I'd move things along just a little more. Thanks go out to all my reviewers and if you like what you're reading, feel free to read my other works. All the usual disclaimers apply. Onto the next chapter!
The stars were twinkling out in the night sky like diamonds, as Chaos flew through the obsidian blackness, seeing the outline of Tokyo ahead of him. He knew that he had been flying for a while, because Valentine hadn't tried to wake up just yet. Whatever it was, it had Vincent down long enough for him to emerge for as long as he had, and freedom was a very good thing. The rush of the evening breeze went through his crimson locks of hair as he flew towards the city of Tokyo, but he had absolutely no idea why he was even here in the first place. Valentine was prompting him here, he imagined. Chaos smirked; the boy was finally starting to learn his gifts.
Taking a sharp left as he got into the main land, Chaos headed south, towards where Hiroshima was. As much as a rebuilding effort was helping, the inhabitants could still remember the fateful day the bomb was dropped. Chaos smell the radiation off of them, it coming off of their bodies like a sick stench that needed to be washed off. Those that were lucky to be alive weren't so lucky in the fact that the bomb's effects would be with them forever. At least the land healed itself after a while.
Chaos didn't know exactly what he was looking for here; he wasn't even sure what Valentine was looking for here. But, Valentine wanted to be here, and if it meant he was able to get out to do it, Chaos was not going to brook an argument over it. The more he flew, the closer he got to their destination, so Chaos speeded up just a bit, an extra flap of his massive wings every now and then. He looked down to see rice farmers look up to see him, and the shocked looks on their faces as he passed them by, his outline clear in the moonlight. Chaos didn't try to hide his appearance; a little fear would do the people well.
And as he finally got into the city of Hiroshima, Chaos landed on the roof on one of the newer constructed buildings. He looked out over the city; he could feel several people sound asleep in their beds. Some people were arguing, some people were dying.some people were mating. A look of disgust appeared on Chaos's face. Human mating events were so sickening to him. It didn't even look like they enjoyed it half the time.
Chaos proceeded to climb down the building he was on, as he slowly approached the ground. Leaping the rest of the way down, he went to all fours and started sniffing the ground lightly, smelling for any familiar scents that would lead them to what they both wanted. Chaos was sure to remain as stealthy as possible, but as direct as he could be. The longer he was out here in the open, the more of a chance that he would get spotted. Picking up on something on the flowing breeze by him, Chaos rushed down one of the secluded streets to a manhole, in the center. The scent was definitely coming from in there, and he needed to see why. Picking up the manhole cover like it was nothing, Chaos tossed it aside and climbed into the sewer below.
Chaos landed in a river of filth that he didn't even want to begin to imagine what was in it. Snorting lightly, trying to get the stench away from him, Chaos crawled through the sewer towards where the scent was coming from. He followed it down an intricate series of pathways and walkways, sometimes attaching himself to the ceiling and walking along that, and having his tail drag the filth, to pick up any rats for a quick snack for him. And as he rounded the newest turn in his path, he stopped to see a pile of rubble and rocks blocking the rest of the way. But the scent was coming from that way, and Chaos was not about to stop now.
Moving to the rubble, Chaos moved to start grabbing what he could and tossing it away. It didn't seem like he was making a lot of progress at the beginning, but soon he could see a hole that lead into almost a perfectly preserved basement of some kind. Once he cleared enough of the rubble to get away, Chaos climbed into the hole, dropping to his feet, and started to look around. The rhythmic hum of machinery was still going, as computers beeped and pulsed with electricity. Chaos sniffed around, not finding anyone around, though he didn't think there would be now. Didn't the blue furry one say something about a bomb? No wonder this place was abandoned.
As he walked towards the back of the laboratory, he saw three large containers, able to hold a human sized person easily. Chaos lightly sniffed each container, each one reeking with some scent he had never smelled before and he didn't like, he knew that for sure. He walked past the containers to something that looked like a monitor, almost like a TV. Chaos wondered how advanced these people were to have this already back in their time. Something was definitely going on here, and it was too late now to get out of it.
Chaos looked to the side of the TV, several recording tapes were lying to the side of the monitor, and much like something someone would put into a VCR. They had been labeled, apparently for convenience as he read the labels. "Vincent-One Month", "Vincent-Three Months", "Hojo-Final Experiment". Chaos looked to the tapes, and pondered what Vincent had to do with them. Deciding to find out first hand and to have the best place to watch, Chaos slowly let Vincent have control again, as Chaos's form slowly melted away to show Vincent's body standing just where Chaos had been. Vincent looked down to himself, and the clothes he was still wearing. "At least I'm not naked this time." Vincent remarked slightly, as he ran a hand through his hair. "I..feel better." Vincent said to himself, wondering why he felt better than before he changed to Chaos.
Vincent looked to the tapes Chaos had been looking at, as he read the labels as well. Taking the One Month tape, he put it into the slot, as the TV fizzled and buzzed to life, as the black and white tape came onto the screen. And there before Vincent, a man with long black obsidian hair stood in front of the camera as he was apparently adjusting it for the best shot. He smiled as he joined a woman on a carpet in a living room. "I hope this thing works. If it does, we can patent it off." The man says, as the woman next to him smiled, while she moved to grab a baby from the nearby crib. The baby started to protest as she gently shushed him. "There there, Vincent. It's all right. It's just one of daddy's inventions." The woman gently comforted the child, as the man looked over to the baby, and lightly played peek-a-boo with it. Vincent lightly touched the screen, as he could feel the sting of tears starting to come from his eyes.
Moving to a more comfortable spot, Vincent watched the first tape. It documented his motor skills for being one month old, and his ability to follow a pen with his eyes no matter where it went. And then as soon as it began, it ended, leaving the clichéd snow on the TV screen where the images were. Vincent moved to put in the second tape, and sat back in the spot he picked out again, and watch. Now, the camera was fixed on him as a baby, sitting up on an examination table. His parents weren't anywhere to be found in the scene, but suddenly another man with long black obsidian hair and wire frame glasses came into the picture. "And how's my little guinea pig today? Come now, speak up!" The man said with a cruel laugh as he turned to face the camera, clearing his throat. "This is the first trial of Subjects new abilities. Test commencing, Nobunga Hojo conducting." Professor Hojo said, as he turned back to the baby, and lightly pulled out a pointer stick, and started to poke the baby with it. And soon, Vincent began to cry, the poking stick getting uncomfortable to him. And as Vincent was watching himself crying, he could almost see a flash of crimson appear in the younger version of himself, directed in the eyes. Professor Hojo then turned back to the camera. "Test Failed. Subject needs more direct motivation. Fortunately, I have a new specimen that just came in. I'm sure they'll be best friends." Professor Hojo said with a cruel laugh, as the tape quickly shut off.
Vincent moved to remove the tape, and look to the third and final tape, wondering if he even wanted to play the tape. Deciding that he should, Vincent put in the new tape, and sat back to watch what was on it. The camera immediately fixed on Hojo, as he was looking into the camera, smiling. "April Second, 1945. I've decided to let those pigs in Tokyo do what they will to my funding. I'm a genius and the world will soon know my name! Vincent was just put into stasis hibernation, some quaint technology we got from the Nazi's. I'm told their leader, Red Skull, was put into hibernation as well. It doesn't really matter. Vincent will be the greatest killing machine this world has ever seen, and he will make me ruler of the world! The demonic cells within him will eventually boil out of control with his rage, and the world will be forced to bow to me as Emperor! I've heard those American dogs are going to try and attempt something within the next couple of days. Let them come. I am Hojo!" Hojo shouts as the tape abruptly cuts off, and the snow on the TV resumes.
Vincent's eyes narrow at the screen at the screen, but he eventually hung his head, wondering why his parents would allow something like this to happen to their only child. Didn't they love him? Wouldn't they want to want to protect him? So many questions concerning his parents still remained, and he had only a few answers as to what he was. He was a freak, and he was never meant to be this way. He was just some pawn in another person's game of world domination. And he didn't feel much like playing anything right now.