Dark Hero Rising
Chapter 7
It had started to rain, but Ron didn't care. After a puff of smoke revealed the blond guyver host, Ron felt like a walk.
A really long walk, in the rain.
Since he knew Middleton well, Ron took a refresher tour of his hometown. After a few hours of mindless drifting, the teen ninja came to a familiar site.
"I see they never bothered to fix this place up," Ron said to himself as he stared at the ruins that was once his house.
The whole left half of the building was completely demolished, and the other half had begun to break into ruin. Ron just stood there, looking at the broken home as his mind buzzed with questions about his former friend. It was about half an hour later when Ron noticed two bright lights headed towards his way. As a car slowed down in front of him, Ron walked over to meet whoever was inside. The reflection that stared back at him was a stranger to Ron, since his training he hadn't a chance to look at himself, even during his stay at Yamanuchi he couldn't see his reflection, though Yori often commented Ron on how handsome he was. But the Ron that stared back wasn't what Ron thought of himself at all.
Blond hair that ran down to the small of his back, a small amount of stubble across his face blocked out those boyish freckles, leaving the mark of a man. Since his old clothes were too small for him now, Ron just dressed himself in the basic ninja garb as all students did. The black gi showed off a body that had seen many rigorous training seasons, though not big, the muscles were dense as steel. Since Ron had chosen to have the sleeves cut off at the biceps, he could see the reflection of two-toned arms; numerous scars from weapon dodging training had coated the two appendages with several scars from nicks and scratches. Ron's admiring of his own reflection was cut off though as the window rolled down with the automated hum.
"Mr. Dr. P?" Said the blond ninja, staring at the closest male adult he had.
"Ron sweetie" The head of Mr. Possible's wife appeared over the man's arm "Please get into the car, we need to talk with you".
Silently obeying, Ron opened the back door to the possible station wagon and slid into the leather seat.
"You must be wondering about Kim" The matriarch of the Possible family assumed, turning around to face the boy properly "We figured she wouldn't treat you kindly"
Ron just looked out the window, raindrops silently cascading off the sullen boy's face and onto the carpeted floor.
"She got Wade to spy on you, the night you left" The redheaded woman continued.
Ron's eye twitched as he was hit with realisation.
"So that's it," He said "She heard me with Yori".
The two adults looked at each other for a second, returning their gazes to the road and the distraught boy.
Ron looked at the woman with fear in his eyes "Do you hate me as well, what I did to Kim?"
"Of course not" Mr. Possible said "What ever your choices, we respect your ability to make them, I'm sure your parents felt the same way"
"My parents" Ron repeated, his sad face twisting into one of shock and pain "I gotta get outta the car, NOW"
"Ron, I can't stop the ca-" Mr. Possible was cut off as he heard the whistle of the air from the open door.
"RON!" Mrs. Possible made an attempt to grab the boy, but the clothes he was wearing were designed to not allow them to be grabbed.
Ron heard the screams as he dove from the car. Hitting the pavement, Ron instinctively rolled to avoid the impact. Hearing the screech as the car made a sharp U-turn, Ron scampered into the bushes. He couldn't explain his actions, all he knew was that he had to get out of that enclosed space, it was suffocating him.
Running as fast as he could in the rain, Ron finally stopped next to an abandoned factory somewhere in Lowerton.
"Well well well" Ron heard a deep voice, but with his visions blurred from exhaustion, he couldn't make out the owner "You'll do just fine"
"What?" Ron said between gasps of air.
"It's been awhile since I could kill" The voice continued, growing closer "Nothings important's going on, but you'll do nicely"
"Don't push me," Ron threatened, wobbling into an offensive stance.
The next thing Ron felt was a huge, scaly hand grabbing his neck, nearly crushing it, and heaving him up into the air.
"Why would I push you, when I can just rip you?" The giant figure laughed.
The zoanoid smiled as he applied more pressure on the teen, hearing him gasp for air. His smiling stopped though as he heard the gasping stop, and replacing it was a soft laugh.
"What so damn funny?" The massive creature laughed, squeezing his hand to its limit.
Strangely enough, his hand didn't move. There, grasping his hand, was the boy's own hands.
"What the hell are you?" The reptilian zoanoid said, trying his hardest to get his hand to close.
"The storm" Ron replied, a smile on his face.
The huge beast watched as a weird light surrounded the boy, and as it grew, enveloped half his arm. The gravity field activated and everything around Ron was reduced to nothingness.
The creature let out a horrified roar as half his arm was ripped clean off, green blood dribbled out of the stump of raw flesh and bone. Hoping to tear the boy apart for that little trick, the wounded zoanoid came face to face with what monsters call monsters. The sleek black and grey armour of the guyver shone in the moonlight before him, air rushing out of the vents on its face.
"Let the storm come" The guyver said, before launching itself at the hulking beast.
Like a streak of light, the guyver grabbed the shocked monster by the throat and slammed him into the brick wall behind them, making a large crater on the red paved wall.
"This seems familiar doesn't it?" The humanoid weapon said in a light tone "Wait, aren't we supposed to be in each other's place?"
"Fucking guyver," The chocking zoanoid gurgled out, grabbing onto the bio-booster's arm, hoping to pry it off.
A cry of pain escaped the creature's mouth as he felt excruciating pain shoot through his hand. The guyver hand unsheathed his blade, which happened to be right under the mutant's hand.
"Hey, look at that" The transformed Ron said "Zoa-shishkaba"
In an attempt to pull himself off his enemy's weapon, the reptilian monster received another dose of mind wrenching pain as the guyver's blade moved downwards, splitting the already wounded hand clean in two.
"God, you do whine a lot don't you?" The storm guyver said as he grabbed the creature's lower jaw.
With a tiny amount of force, the guyver pulled his hand back, along with the creature's lower jaw and tongue. Dropping the wailing zoanoid, Ron watched as it thrashed around in pain, kicking and flailing its mutilated arms around.
"Okay, this is getting old now" Ron said as he aligned his already unsheathed blade with the monsters bloody head.
Falling into a kneeling position, Ron's blade sunk into the creature's skull like a hot knife, no, like molten steel through butter.
A few seconds off thrashing and screaming, and the monster fell silent.
"Bout time" Ron sighed as he looked at the torn and bloodied corpse of the monster "I was getting bored"
"He's not the only one," A feminine voice said behind him.
"What the?" Ron turned around and came face to face with something he never expected to see.
It was another guyver. Dark pink and purple armour hugged the host's body, accentuating the curves.
"And who the hell are you?" The storm guyver asked, he kept his blade open just for precaution.
"An ally, or an enemy" The female guyver said in a light tone "Depends on who you want to work with, me, or them" She pointed at the mutilated corpse.
"I have sworn to kill all zoas," Ron said.
"That's good, it means I won't have to kill you then" The new guyver said as she walked up to the armoured Ron.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" Ron asked.
"Maybe" The female said, closing the gap between her and her storm counter-part "Maybe I can even do more than tell you my name"
Beneath his armour, Ron was blushing madly "Thank god this thing has a crotch plate" Ron thought to himself.
Ron grabbed the slender guyver's shoulders, halting her of her little alien lap-dance "Your name will do just fine"
"Oh, you're no fun" The smaller warrior pouted, stepping away and crossing her arms "I think I'll just leave you then"
"Wait, I-" Ron tried to stop the female, but she was too quick, she vanished.
"Damn it" Ron said as the armour around him disappeared back into his neck "I lost her".
"Ugh, transforming always drains me so bloody fast" Ron said to himself as he entered the deserted beuno nacho, luckily for him it was open 24 hours.
Ordering his food and taking a seat, Ron devoured his food as fast as he could. Giving a satisfied burp, Ron leant back into the push seat and played with a toothpick in his mouth.
"Mind if we sit?" A male voice asked.
Peering at the company, Ron just shut his eyes and relaxed "Sure, I'm sure you still want to talk to me"
"That's why we're here" Mrs. Possible, along with her husband sat down.
"I'm sorry for jumping like that" Ron apologised, stopping his toothpick theatrics "I just couldn't stand the enclosed spaces, I kinda have to be in them a lot"
"We understand Ron," The rocket scientist said.
"You have no idea," Ron thought.
"But for right now, we have some business to discuss" Mr. Possible continued.
"Business?" The blond teen asked.
"Yes, your parents had quite a large life insurance policy on their hands" Mrs. Possible said, knowing that Ron found it easier to talk to her about delicate things like his parents "A total of about seven hundred thousand dollars has been sitting in your bank account since you left"
"Seven hundred grand?" Ron was flabbergasted, though it wasn't the same as a naco royalty check; it was still a lot of money.
"All yours" Mr. Possible smiled.
"I can't accept it" Ron sighed, "My parent's blood is on that money, how can I take something like that?"
"Ron, your parents wanted you to be safe when they died, and we all know that money is very important to someone as young as you are, you need money to get your life back on track" The brain surgeon explained.
"I don't need that much" Ron said, looking at the couple "You take half"
"Oh Ron, we-we couldn't" The brown haired man said.
"You were as close to them as almost I was, you deserve something for that" Ron stood up with intent in his eyes.
"You're sure Ron? that is a lot of money" Mr. Possible asked.
"Positive" Ron, for the very first time since his return, smiles with happiness.
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"Sir" A man in a black suit and dark sunglasses rushed into the room with a handful of papers.
"What is it?" Doctor Drakken said as he sat at his office chair.
"We were tracking a rouge zoanoid when we found something shocking" The black suit lay the papers onto the wooden desk "The second guyver has returned"
"That's wonderful" The blue skinned doctor said in a sarcastic manner "Show me who these guyvers are if you want praise".
"Then you'll want to see these" The suit smiled as he pulled a few more pages from his coat.
The mad doctor looked at the pictures, holding them up, he flicked them at high speed like a movie, watching as the second by second pictures showed him exactly for what he asked.
"Excellent" Drakken smiled, before walking out of his office.
There on the table, lay a picture of a zoanoid grabbing Ron by the neck, half covering that picture, was another one of a guyver standing in Ron's place.
"Very excellent indeed".
Well, it's been quite a long time since I updated, but what can I say? Some weeks you've got the inspiration, and some you don't. Not sure when the next one's coming out, but stayed tuned (As always, don't forget to review) - Wolvie