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Five Elements; The American Mew Mews

Chapter 2: Birth of Mew Sonic

"Well…well…" A cold, almost hissing voice spoke from right behind Roger. "It's you again. I suppose that you came to cause more trouble, you little punk. Well then, perhaps it would be smarter for me to hunt you at the moment then. How does that sound?"

Roger spun around to face Aizen. "Don't talk like you're going to chase me around. I'm not some girl that needs protection."

"Yeah right, Curly." Aizen sneered and licked the claws of his now healed hand.

Roger's right eye started to twitch angrily. "What did you call me?"

"Curly." Aizen pointed at the mop of curly black hair on top of Roger's head. "I'd hope you were smart enough to figure out why I gave you that name. Then again, you'll be dead in about a minute."

Roger spat onto the stone and glared at the monster in front of him. "Nah…I'll kick your sorry butt quickly." He tried to ignore the sweat that dripped down his cheeks. ("Who am I kidding? This guy almost broke my ribs with one solid hit, and I didn't even have time to move out of the way.")

Aizen's nostrils flared up a little and he smiled coldly. "You can't hide that fear from me, you know that, right?"

Roger's right hand slowly reached into his pant's pocket. "Fear? That's my cologne…" His hand snapped up and threw the handful of sand that was stored there for emergency situations right at Aizen's eyes. ("Now! I'll lead him…")

"Too slow." Aizen seemed to disappear before the sand even approached him, and then Roger was being launched into the center of the four warehouses that made up the compound.

Biting back a cry of pain, Roger clutched his ribs and stayed on the ground. ("I didn't even catch that movement with my eyes!") Rolling onto his knees, the boy tried to brace up and stand.

Aizen cracked his knuckles and flexed the fingers of the healed hand. "That felt good. Now we're even for that hit to my hand." He licked his lips. "Now I'll give you a gift in repayment for your earlier kindness."

"Yeah, yeah…I've heard it all before." Roger started to stand, but was forced face-first into the ground as Aizen's foot planted itself into his back and pushed him down.

"You talk too much. Like a little dog who can't do anything more than just bark…" Aizen reached and with one huge hand grabbed Roger by the chin, slowly forcing his head back. "If I'm correct, pulling your head back about five more inches should break your spinal column and leave you paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of your incredibly short life." And then he started to pull…

From her hiding place just inside of one of the warehouses, Ellen closed her eyes and tried to shut out the screams of pain that came from that boy who had tried to save her. ("Leave him alone…just come after me!") She knew that if she came out, he would just kill the boy and then she'd be finished. ("But I can't just leave him to die!")

Her eyes widened and she looked down at the case at her side. ("Maybe…") Removing a little tube-like device from her coat, she pressed it against her wrist and braced herself against the hissing pain that it caused for a moment. ("My genetics might be compatible with one of the tubes…if I can use one to boost my strength, I might be able to save him!")

The chances of her being completely compatible were one in a million. And without a laboratory there was no way to find that out. But with the device she had, she could at least find one that would have genetics slightly compatible with hers. ("This is so stupid…I don't want to spend the rest of my life as an animal…")

Roger screamed again as he felt his neck pop loudly.

Aizen licked his lips again. "Two more inches and its done…just relax and it might not hurt so much…"

Ellen looked at the number presented on the end of the device, and she popped the case open. Her eyes swept across the dozens of tubes and she found one with a number matching the shown number. ("This one will do!") Grabbing the tube, she loaded it with practiced ease into the remaining injection gun that the case still had. "Hang in there kid!" Rolling back her right sleeve, she leapt up from her hiding place and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Aizen tilted his head up at the sound, which was so full of pure fear that he instantly lost interest with Roger. Releasing the boy's head, he stepped off the boy and charged at Ellen like a freight train. "Dear Ellen…let me hear that delicious fear again!"

Ellen turned and ran into the warehouse. ("This is a last resort…this is a last resort.") She still had the safety on the injection gun, so it wouldn't accidentally fire into her arm or into the air. ("If I keep him preoccupied long enough, then the capture team will arrive and I'll be okay!")

Aizen stopped right as he entered the warehouse doors, his nostrils flaring up at the chemical smell that was nearby. ("Cleaning chemicals…this place…") His nostrils seemed to flatten against his nose. ("She's trying to overwhelm my senses with these horrid smells. That's her last mistake!") Snarling, he charged in again.

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Roger somehow managed to stand, though his neck burned like someone had hit it with a hammer. ("Man…I'm dying to this guy. He's so fast.") Slowly, he stumbled towards the warehouse. ("Please…give me the strength to get even with this freak.")

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Ellen screamed as Aizen's fist shot past her head, missing by just a few inches. Dropping to her knees, she slid underneath another table and crawled for all she was worth. The injection gun was hidden in his coat pocket, and she hoped it wouldn't need to be used. ("Run…just run.")

Aizen laughed rough and gravelly. "This is so much fun! Keep running! Keep being my entertainment!"

("Just keep laughing, you sick freak…") Ellen was so focused on running, that in the dark she didn't realize that the table she had crawled under was a desk, with metal covering the other end. That is, until she ran head-first into it and nearly knocked herself unconscious.

Aizen heard this, and laughed even louder. "My little mouse has hit her head in her rush to run. How amusing…" Throwing the desk against a far away wall, he towered over her like a nightmare. "I guess the game ended then…how funny is that…you actually made me waste about fifteen minutes."

Ellen started to reach for where the gun was…and went silent as she felt nothing there but fabric. ("Where…where did it go?") All her hopes were gone now. Even her last resort was useless now.

Aizen started to reach down towards her…and stopped as he heard a strange rock song play in the air near the warehouse entrance. ("Heavy metal?") His head turned slowly to look at the source of the music, and he smirked at what he saw. "You just don't know when to give up, do you?"

Roger slowly held the phone up to his ear. "Yeah…I'll be home in a little while Walt. I just stopped to hang out with a couple of friends for a little while." He smirked calmly, because he was no longer afraid. "Okay, I'll stop by the store and get some more mac and cheese mix before I come home. Later." Pressing the disconnect button, he deposited the phone back in his pant's pocket. "Come on…let's end this."

"End it?" Aizen snarled in a way that made it seem much more feral than it had been a minute ago. "I don't intend to let you get off that easily. And honestly…" He glanced down at Ellen and threw her over his shoulder. Because of the fact that her head was still ringing, she didn't offer much resistance. "…I'll just kill you both at once."

Roger's look of confidence seemed to fade for a moment.

Aizen caught that and he came to about fifteen feet from the boy. Glancing down at the ground, a deep rumbling laugh escaped his lips. "I see…you poured cleaning fluid all over the ground between you and me in the hopes that I would charge mindlessly." His eyes flicked up the ceiling above the wet area of floor. "And I see the mass of steel girders that are up there, all tied up. I'm assuming that the crank for the wire is near you, and that you would drop those on me when I slipped."

Roger laughed weakly, all of his confidence appearing to dissolve. "Heh…not the best laid plan, huh? I didn't expect you to pick the girl up either."

"Of course not, and that's because you are a stupid kid!" A short bark of a laugh came from Aizen's throat. "Idiot…just for trying to trap me like that I'm going to pull you apart from the center." He almost casually discarded Ellen to the ground and walked around the wet spot, keeping himself close to the right wall of the warehouse.

Roger had drops of sweat sliding down his face at a rapid pace now. "Damn…"

Aizen took that as a starting signal, and charged….right into a steel girder that suddenly swung down into his path.

Roger smirked coolly at the now stumbling Aizen. "Do you think I'd come here without knowing some of the traps set by earlier gangs?"

Aizen's eyes were crossed, and he stumbled back…

Roger kicked a crank near his feet and another huge girder fell down from the ceiling of the warehouse…this one slamming right into Aizen's chest and forcing the former professor right through the nearby brick wall. "Idiot." He strolled over to the lady's apparently still stunned form.

As he got closer, he noticed that there was something on the ground. Picking it up, he frowned at the tiny injection gun. "So that was it. You're a drug dealer?" His face contorted angrily. "Then you can just lay there and die for all I care."

"No…you're wrong…" Ellen somehow managed to stand up. "I…my name is Ellen White. I'm a research assistant…"

"Don't give me that bull!" Roger kept walking, trying to ignore the fact that his ribs and neck were telling him to lay down before he broke himself.

"It's true!" Ellen grabbed his arm and tried to get the gun from him. "Now return that right now!"

"Not a chance!" Snapping his arm away, he glared at her angrily and twirled the item on his finger like an old gunslinger. "I'm not giving anything that can inject to a drug dealer…"

"I'm not a drug dealer!" She would have slapped him, had he not had saved her life and had she not been seeing double at the moment thanks to her meeting with the desk.

"Sure you aren't." Roger took another few steps forward…and then he heard a whooshing noise coming from his right. ("No way!") Everything slowed down to a snail's crawl as he turned just in time to see the steel girder that had taken down the freak hit his right side and send him head over heels into a stack of wooden boxes.

Ellen gasped as Aizen stumbled back into the warehouse through the hole he had created upon exiting. "Professor…Aizen?"

In the less than a minute time he had been out, Aizen's physical mutation had taken a sudden turn. His pants were badly damaged, as huge patches of rough scale had sprang up all over his body. Swaying behind him was a long green-gray tail about four feet in length and the width of one of his huge arms. A low rumble came from Aizen's throat, and he charged right at Ellen.

("His mind is deteriorating!") Ellen threw herself off to the side as quickly as she could, almost injuring herself just to get out of the way of Aizen's mad charge.

The monstrous lizard-man that was once Eric Aizen slid to a stop right before it hit the wall, and it slowly turned to face Ellen. Letting out a roar of blind rage, the monster charged at her again.

Roger's eyes slowly opened…and then closed immediately. ("I don't feel any pain…so why?") He managed to open his eyes enough to see his entire right side was stained with blood, though his jacket and t-shirt hid the worst of the damage from sight. ("That blow injured me badly…")

Ellen screamed as Aizen's claws gashed her arm when the monster had charged again. ("I can't dodge much longer…I'm…too….") She almost swooned right there, her entire body still tired and stunned from the head blow she had suffered. Then her eyes caught a look of the boy…and she gasped. ("No…") Even from here, she could see that he had taken a fatal wound from that girder hitting him.

Aizen charged again, but was cut off as it hit the wet spot that Roger had set up before. Sliding out of control, it crashed right through the same brick wall of the building it had been force through before.

Ellen stumbled over to the boy. ("I have to inject myself…I can try to save the boy if I can escape…") Right as she got to him, her mind swam and she collapsed next to him. Feebly, she grasped the injection gun that was still in his hand and unlocked the safety. ("Now…I…") Her eyes crossed and she passed out.

Roger watched that, and his eyes somehow managed to open a little bit more. "Stupid…drug…run…" He felt the ground moving as the freak, the undying freak, approached them slowly. ("Wow…this is it. I'm going to…")

"Must…last hope…" Ellen's right hand feebly tried to pull the injection gun to her arm, but the boy just wouldn't let go of it. ("Stupid kid…give it…")

Roger somehow managed to glare at her, and then jerked the gun away. "Last hope…huh?" He looked down at his bared arm, the sleeve for his jacket long since torn away. ("Why not? It's not like this situation can get worse.") Pressing the gun to an obvious vein, he pulled the trigger and felt a slight sting, which was surprising considering he couldn't feel the pain that was destroying his body. ("Wow…no kick at all. Just…") Whatever remaining thoughts he had were blasted from his head as a huge claw-hand struck him and sent him flying into the far off wall near the entrance of the warehouse.

Ellen looked up at Aizen's snarling maw…and whimpered. ("He's going to eat me…he's going to…") She felt the wind up a falling claw…

And then there was wind all around her, blowing as if she was moving at high speed. ("What?") Her eyes cracked open and caught a glimpse of a mass of dull sandy-colored straight hair…and an oddly familiar face. ("Huh? Who's…")

Roger touched down on the ground right in front of the entrance to the warehouse without the slightest trouble, covering the thirty feet distance in one leap. His blood-stained clothing was gone, replaced by a sleeve-less leather vest that covered over his chest and a pair of leather pants that fit him snugly. His hair hung into his now sand-colored eyes, and his ears had changed into a pair of dull red colored canine ears that poked up through the mass of hair. Turning to face the freak, which was about to throw a table at him, he felt a moment of fear. Then it disappeared. ("No. You won't shove me around.")

Aizen threw the heavy table as hard as it could towards the annoying boy that had stolen its prey.

Roger held Ellen in his arms tightly and hopped back. As soon as his feet touched the ground from his hop, he spun his legs around and turned his back to the incoming table.

Aizen let out a roar of success as the table stopped its movement…until he realized that the boy had blocked with his back…and barely moved because of it.

Roger shrugged off the table, its metal bent slightly because of his resistance. "Hang on, let me set her aside." Laying the woman down, he turned to lock onto Aizen's reptilian eyes with a pair of sandy eyes of his own. "And now…I'm going to pay you back for making me seem weak!"

Aizen charged, shoving desks, tables, and chairs out of its way easily as it prepared to run the boy down.

Roger narrowed his eyes. "That's right…"

Ellen's eyes slid open as she regained consciousness, and then went wide open as she saw the boy who had saved her before. "That's impossible!"

"Huh?" Roger turned to look at her, obviously confused. Then he disappeared as Aizen ran right into him, took him through the wall, and then both of them rolled to a stop in the middle of the compound.

Ellen laid in silence, her eyes looking out into the compound's courtyard. ("Those features…his sudden recovery…")

Roger kicked Aizen in the chest, sending the giant creature flying off of him and into one of the nearby walls that surrounded the compound. Hopping up, he brushed himself off and growled, baring a pair of slightly elongated canine teeth. "I'll tear right through you!"

He disappeared for a moment, and then was standing behind Aizen, his arms locking the creature's front limbs in place. "Now take this!" His left arm let go of Aizen's left arm, and he spun around at full speed, forcing Aizen to go with him.

Aizen's roar of anger was cut off as he ate a face-full of brick wall.

Ellen stumbled out into the moonlight. "You can't beat him that…." A moment of dizziness came over her. "You…"

"I know." Roger landed a side kick that nearly folded the giant lizard monster in half. "I just wanted to pay back a couple of debts!" He did a series of back-flips that got him some distance from the now stunned Aizen. "Alright, freak show, let's end this!"

Aizen snarled weakly, as the blows it had received were making it hard to get its bearings down.

Roger's hand snapped up, little motes of light gathering around his wrist. "Come on out, Sonic Jammer!" An explosion of light blinded him for a moment, and when it cleared he was holding a sand-colored acoustic guitar in his hands. "What the heck? And more importantly…how did I do that?" It seemed almost as if a giant question mark had appeared over his head.

Ellen threw her shoe at Roger, hitting him in the shoulder. "Don't just stand there! Do something!"

"Like what? Play it a lullaby?" Roger turned his head back just in time to get tackled by Aizen again, skidding on his back a few times before he hit a wall. ("AH! That hurts!") Hopping to his feet, he growled and charged right at the lizard creature. "Fine, I'll use this thing to win!"

Ellen felt a moment of hope, until she saw the boy hit the monster in the head with the guitar, which barely phased it. "Are you stupid?"

"Well, what am I supposed to do with it then?" Roger still wasn't even sure how he had made the stupid thing, so how was he supposed to know how to use it right?

Aizen snapped back its fist to punch, and was caught right in the jaw by a kick from Roger. Off-balance, it crashed to the ground on its back.

Roger felt a tingle in the back of his head. ("That way?") Spring-boarding off of Aizen's chest, he launched into the air above the fallen creature. His fingers slid across the springs of the instrument, and he felt power building at the head of it. "Wolf's Howl!"

A ball of pure sound came from the head of the instrument, slamming right into Aizen's chest. The resulting shockwave sent Roger even higher into the air, and Ellen to her knees to avoid falling over from the waves of sound that knocked her unconscious.

As the smoke from the blast cleared, it revealed Aizen in his normal, human form, unconscious.

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From not too far away, a man holding a pair of binoculars smirked at the explosion that he both heard and felt. ("Those were pure sound waves…capable of breaking down unstable mutations instantly. So it's true…a chosen one was there.")

A few minutes later he was at the compound, and his eyes widened at what he saw. ("It is a male? Interesting…from what I have seen so far all of the possible candidates have been females. Oh well…")

Roger looked down at the unconscious Ellen and sighed. "I guess I'd better take you to my house, so you don't die of a cold out here." Throwing her over one shoulder, he started to walk home. He didn't even seem to notice his change in clothing and appearance yet. And he wasn't even curious where the Sonic Jammer had gone.

The man rubbed his chin a couple of times, until he heard the approaching sirens. ("The extraction team.") Working quickly, he searched the compound and found exactly what he was looking for.

As he walked away from the site casually, he whistled a little tune and looked down at the metal case he was carrying. "You and me baby…we're going to change the world to better suit my purposes." A quiet laughter came from him as he imagined all of the things he could do with these mixtures.

To be continued…