Zoanoids Attack.
Chapter Three – Long Dead Memories.
The house was deathly silent. The darkness outside was filled with the noises of the night. Loz had fallen asleep in front of the television, while Vegeta had decided to stand guard outside.
Vegeta's story had hit a nerve somewhere in the depths of my subconscious. It brought memories, I had thought long dead, back to the forefront of my mind. My hand instinctively settled over the scars on my chest. The pain of losing a good friend can be hard to bear, but over time you learn to cope. What is harder to deal with is knowing you weren't able to prevent their untimely death. I had no idea what it was like to lose five friends at one time, but I could easily imagine the pain that was blazing a trail through the young warrior standing like a statue, bathed in moonlight outside.
My mind plunged me ten years into the past. That was where my pain and power began. My friend Jason and I had been to our local gym to train for an upcoming martial arts contest. As we were walking home we decided to take a shortcut. A gang of bikers attacked us. In the ensuing battle I lost sight of Jason. When the bikers had decided they'd had enough fun for one night they rode off leaving me bruised and bleeding on the floor. I managed to stagger to my feet and began searching for Jason. After wandering aimlessly for about twenty minutes I finally found him. The bikers had chained him to a nearby tree and tortured him; finally they had sliced him open from the base of his throat to the top of his pelvis. His intestines were hanging between his knees and his precious lifeblood was pooling around his feet like a crimson ocean. As I released Jason's lifeless body from the tree and laid him gently on the ground, a burning feeling began in the pit of my stomach. The blood in my veins began to boil and as the anger and grief enfolded me in their lonely embrace my body began to blaze with the unstoppable flame of hatred. "I will make them pay for what they have done to you my friend. They will beg for death before the end." I promised Jason as I closed his cold dead eyes.
For weeks I went out at night looking for the gang that had murdered my friend. I came up empty handed until I let it slip that I was looking for them. A week later word got back to me that they were looking for me to dish out a little punishment. I knew what I had to do, but the task ahead seemed impossible. I would be one man facing perhaps thirty or forty bikers. They would no doubt be armed. Suicide was the first word that sprang to mind. I didn't think I would live to see the dawn so I settled my affairs and prepared myself to join Jason.
The battle was fierce and short. I was outnumbered and I was overpowered easily. As I lay on the floor bleeding from the many wounds they had inflicted on me, the hatred that had caused me to seek revenge flared brightly. A single thought ran through my mind almost like a mantra, if I was going to die I was going to take some of them with me. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I got slowly to my feet. With a cry of rage I attacked. The result amazed me and terrified them. I guess my mantra had released a power inside me. Every biker I hit or kicked began to swell up uncontrollably, and then they exploded. The gang of bikers didn't survive my onslaught for very long. As I surveyed the bloodbath I decided that I could use this gift, this power to protect people from the countless gangs that ruled the streets of Tokyo.
My life was never the same after that fateful night. It now had meaning. I now had a purpose. Each night I patrolled the city streets like a vengeful shadow. My intended victims never saw or heard me coming until it was way too late. The gangs began to call me Chimeras Messenger. The name struck fear into the old gangs, and any new gangs soon learnt to fear it. This made it easier for me. It was during a particularly slow night of patrol that my destined path led me to Loz.
It was outside the most popular nightclub in Tokyo, The Golden Dragon, that I first laid eyes on Loz. As I walked down the street towards him, my skin began to tingle. There was going to be trouble so I turned round and began to follow him. As I briefly lost sight of him when he turned the corner into an alley at the end of the street, my early warning system went wild. Breaking into a dead run I reached the alley just as a dozen or more gang members attacked my innocent. He seemed to be holding his own, but I knew it wouldn't be long before they overpowered him and his battle would be lost. With a cry I somersaulted over the heads of the gang landing beside their victim. "Holy shit it's Chimeras Messenger!" one of the gang members yelled. Everyone froze. "Hey I'm Ken, need a hand." I said to the guy beside me never taking my eyes of the gang that surrounded us. "Yeah thanks. I'm Loz." He said before leaping away and attacking the person nearest to him.
The battle was fast and furious. Anyone that didn't explode under my attack fell under Loz's punishing blows. I briefly caught a glimpse of a white glow that seemed to come from behind the dark glasses Loz wore. I didn't give it much thought until Loz refused to look directly at me once we had dealt with his little problem. After some gentle persuasion he finally removed his glasses and raised his eyes so I could see them. The white glow I had seen had been Loz's eyes.
As I walked back to his car with him he explained that he had been genetically altered to become a Zor Lord, a super strong warrior. Chronos had done this when he had started working for them. Over the next few weeks Loz and I had become good friends. He had often patrolled with me when he wasn't working.
A tap at the window brought me back to the present. Vegeta was staring at me through the window with a look of concern in his eyes. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up sign to let him know I was ok. With the briefest flicker of a smile he returned to his vigil in the centre of the garden. Turning off the T.V I threw a blanket over Loz and went to bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and none of us knew what was going to happen.
END OF CHAPTER THREE!
Chapter Three – Long Dead Memories.
The house was deathly silent. The darkness outside was filled with the noises of the night. Loz had fallen asleep in front of the television, while Vegeta had decided to stand guard outside.
Vegeta's story had hit a nerve somewhere in the depths of my subconscious. It brought memories, I had thought long dead, back to the forefront of my mind. My hand instinctively settled over the scars on my chest. The pain of losing a good friend can be hard to bear, but over time you learn to cope. What is harder to deal with is knowing you weren't able to prevent their untimely death. I had no idea what it was like to lose five friends at one time, but I could easily imagine the pain that was blazing a trail through the young warrior standing like a statue, bathed in moonlight outside.
My mind plunged me ten years into the past. That was where my pain and power began. My friend Jason and I had been to our local gym to train for an upcoming martial arts contest. As we were walking home we decided to take a shortcut. A gang of bikers attacked us. In the ensuing battle I lost sight of Jason. When the bikers had decided they'd had enough fun for one night they rode off leaving me bruised and bleeding on the floor. I managed to stagger to my feet and began searching for Jason. After wandering aimlessly for about twenty minutes I finally found him. The bikers had chained him to a nearby tree and tortured him; finally they had sliced him open from the base of his throat to the top of his pelvis. His intestines were hanging between his knees and his precious lifeblood was pooling around his feet like a crimson ocean. As I released Jason's lifeless body from the tree and laid him gently on the ground, a burning feeling began in the pit of my stomach. The blood in my veins began to boil and as the anger and grief enfolded me in their lonely embrace my body began to blaze with the unstoppable flame of hatred. "I will make them pay for what they have done to you my friend. They will beg for death before the end." I promised Jason as I closed his cold dead eyes.
For weeks I went out at night looking for the gang that had murdered my friend. I came up empty handed until I let it slip that I was looking for them. A week later word got back to me that they were looking for me to dish out a little punishment. I knew what I had to do, but the task ahead seemed impossible. I would be one man facing perhaps thirty or forty bikers. They would no doubt be armed. Suicide was the first word that sprang to mind. I didn't think I would live to see the dawn so I settled my affairs and prepared myself to join Jason.
The battle was fierce and short. I was outnumbered and I was overpowered easily. As I lay on the floor bleeding from the many wounds they had inflicted on me, the hatred that had caused me to seek revenge flared brightly. A single thought ran through my mind almost like a mantra, if I was going to die I was going to take some of them with me. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I got slowly to my feet. With a cry of rage I attacked. The result amazed me and terrified them. I guess my mantra had released a power inside me. Every biker I hit or kicked began to swell up uncontrollably, and then they exploded. The gang of bikers didn't survive my onslaught for very long. As I surveyed the bloodbath I decided that I could use this gift, this power to protect people from the countless gangs that ruled the streets of Tokyo.
My life was never the same after that fateful night. It now had meaning. I now had a purpose. Each night I patrolled the city streets like a vengeful shadow. My intended victims never saw or heard me coming until it was way too late. The gangs began to call me Chimeras Messenger. The name struck fear into the old gangs, and any new gangs soon learnt to fear it. This made it easier for me. It was during a particularly slow night of patrol that my destined path led me to Loz.
It was outside the most popular nightclub in Tokyo, The Golden Dragon, that I first laid eyes on Loz. As I walked down the street towards him, my skin began to tingle. There was going to be trouble so I turned round and began to follow him. As I briefly lost sight of him when he turned the corner into an alley at the end of the street, my early warning system went wild. Breaking into a dead run I reached the alley just as a dozen or more gang members attacked my innocent. He seemed to be holding his own, but I knew it wouldn't be long before they overpowered him and his battle would be lost. With a cry I somersaulted over the heads of the gang landing beside their victim. "Holy shit it's Chimeras Messenger!" one of the gang members yelled. Everyone froze. "Hey I'm Ken, need a hand." I said to the guy beside me never taking my eyes of the gang that surrounded us. "Yeah thanks. I'm Loz." He said before leaping away and attacking the person nearest to him.
The battle was fast and furious. Anyone that didn't explode under my attack fell under Loz's punishing blows. I briefly caught a glimpse of a white glow that seemed to come from behind the dark glasses Loz wore. I didn't give it much thought until Loz refused to look directly at me once we had dealt with his little problem. After some gentle persuasion he finally removed his glasses and raised his eyes so I could see them. The white glow I had seen had been Loz's eyes.
As I walked back to his car with him he explained that he had been genetically altered to become a Zor Lord, a super strong warrior. Chronos had done this when he had started working for them. Over the next few weeks Loz and I had become good friends. He had often patrolled with me when he wasn't working.
A tap at the window brought me back to the present. Vegeta was staring at me through the window with a look of concern in his eyes. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up sign to let him know I was ok. With the briefest flicker of a smile he returned to his vigil in the centre of the garden. Turning off the T.V I threw a blanket over Loz and went to bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and none of us knew what was going to happen.
END OF CHAPTER THREE!