Outsider Chronicles: An Outsiders Bizarre Adventure
So, I died and got reborn into a world of crazy people with superpowers from parasitic aliens out to destroy the world. I thought that was strange, but after finding a creepy stone mask in the attic, I've discovered that my family history is even more bizarre than anything this world can come up with. Oh well, at least my ancestor finished the job with the crazy Vampire...right?
And we're back. Time to have some more fun with this crazy ass world. Should be fun. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
A few seconds later, the light from the Mask faded and Bakuda crumpled to the floor and went still. For a moment, there was a stunned silence at the apparent suicide, before the ABB goons reacted.
"OH SHIT!" yelled the apparent leader as he ran over to his bosses side and started frantically checking her, "If shes dead then…"
I quickly tuned out the paniking gangers as the guide and Mr Edwards took advantage of the distraction to get the bystanders out. Not a bad idea and it would hopefully cut down on the incoming carnage. I was at the back of the group with my friends, so I ended up still being in the room when a sudden cry of terror and pain made everyone still present freeze. I looked back and saw that Bakuda was back awake and had her fingers buried in the mooks neck. Within seconds, he shriveled up and stopped struggling as the masks spikes retracted and it fell away from the new Vampires face. She let the drained goon drop to the ground as she took a deep breath and grinned in a way that would make the Joker proud.
"Oooh yessss," she hissed, her eyes closed in extacy, "So much power…"
That seemed to snap the other goons out of their shock.
"YOU BITCH!" roared one of them as he pulled out a rather large knife, "YOU KILLED KENNY!"
I blinked. Did he really just say that? Now thats just...bizarre. The goon charged Bakuda with a yell, his big knife ready to stab her.
"Well, hes dead," I said.
Sure enough, Bakuda backhanded him without looking and literally knocked his block off. Needless to say, that served to get everyone moving and the crowd bolted.
"HOW THE FUCK DID SHE DO THAT?!" yelled Diego as we ran through the halls, "I thought that crazy bitch was a Tinker?!"
"It was the mask," I said as I led the way towards the rooms with the biggest windows, "I don't know how, but it must have been something the mask...OH COME ON!"
I skidded to a stop in the atrium and stared in horror at the steel shutters that were covering the windows. I'd completely forgotten about the museums security systems! When the case had been broken, it must have triggered them and the shutters came slamming down, trapping us inside with a crazy vampire and no way to get any sunlight in.
"Thats not good," said Amy, who was with us as she eyed the shutters.
Which happened to be bearing the logo for the Speedwagon Foundation. The man might be pretty damn cool, but I couldn't help but curse my namesakes best friends name at that moment.
"NOT GOOD?!" spluttered Diego, "Thats all you can say?! This is horrible! We're trapped with that crazy bitch and…"
He was cut off by a loud scream as a one of the ABB goons came running into the room, tears of terror running down his face. He hadn't gone more than three steps from the shadowed hall before something slammed into his back and knocked him over before burying its teeth in his back. It was the first goon Bakuda had killed, reanimated as a zombie and clearly very hungry. I swallowed as the undead monster tore into his former friend like a rabid wolf, quickly reaching his spine and ribbing out his lungs, which the Zombie ate with bloody glee.
"Still hungry, need more!" it growled once it was done.
It looked up and immediately spotted the three of us. Its dedicated face twisted into a mocking parody of a grin, revealing teeth like needles and it started crawling towards us, a long tongue snaking out to lick its lips.
"Oh god, what is that thing?!" whispered Diego in horror.
"Nothing good," I said as I instinctively started regulating my breathing to generate Hamon.
I might not be formally trained, but I knew the basics of how Hamon worked and it was apparent that I'd inherited some talent from my Grandfather. I stepped forwards and brought up my hands into a ready position.
"Wait, your not gonna fight that thing, are you?" asked Diego.
"Do you see another way out?" I asked.
"Well, no, but…"
I smirked.
"Don't worry Diego, I know what I'm doing," I said, "Besides, if I get hurt, Amy can patch me up. Right?"
The healer huffed.
"Sure, but you'll pay through the nose," she said.
"Heh, always the businesswoman," I said, "Guess I'd better not get hurt then."
At that moment, the Zombie seemed to get tired of waiting and launched itself forwards with a roar, clawed hands leading the way. I responded by side stepping and slamming a Hamon filled hand into its side. There was a flash of light and the Zombie went flying, crashing through a display case as it did. It hit the ground and immediately started rolling around, screaming in pain as steam began rising from its body as the Hamon did its thing. Within moments, it stilled and slowly melted into a faintly glowing puddle.
I let out a breath as my two stunned friends slowly turned from the puddle of goo to stare at me, wide eyed.
"How did you do that?" asked Amy, her voice sounding a little weak.
"Dude, are you a Cape?" asked Diego.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" I asked, ignoring the golden spark of Ripple that discharged off my shoulder.
I ignored the incredulous looks I got from my friends as I turned away from the goo puddle.
"Right, lets go find somewhere to hide," I said, "Or better yet, somewhere we can…"
"Interesting."
All three of us jumped and spun around to see Bakuda leaning against the wall, eyeing the glowing goo that had been her minion. I swallowed. A Zombie was one thing, it had clearly been crudely made and hadn't been able to handle my Hamon, but I knew for a fact that I likely wouldn't be able to pull the same trick on a full fledged Vampire, blinded by arrogance or no. Bakuda turned her eyes on us, examining us like we were a group of vaguely interesting bugs.
"So, which of you did this?" she asked, "Come now, hurry up. I don't have all day."
I gritted my teeth. Damn it, this was not going to end well! Still, if I didn't say something, she'd probably just kill all three of us. At least I stood a chance of at least holding her off and if she attacked, she'd be in range of my Hamon. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, Diego interrupted me.
"It was me," he said, "I did it."
I looked at my friend in surprise. I didn't need supernaturally good senses to figure out that he was terrified out of his mind and he was visibly shaking. Despite that, he was willing to stand up and put himself in harms way without a second thought. I really hope he doesn't end up going the way of so many good characters in Jojo.
"I see," said Bakuda calmly.
Then she flashed forwards before I could react and punched Diego in the stomach. My blonde friend went flying, crashing through a display case of old arrows. Good god, she was fast! How the fuck did my ancestor manage to beat Dio without Ripple?!
"I'm not sure how you did that kid, but I can't allow anyone to exist who might be a threat to me," said the Mad Bomber turned Vampire as she started towards Diego, "I'd apologize...but I'm going to enjoy this!"
That broke me from my horrified trance and I took a breath to get my Hamon flowing, spun on my heel and kicked Bakuda in the back of the knee. There was a blast of light, the sound of sizzling flesh and a horrible scream of agony that was in no way Human as her leg went limp and dropped her to the ground with her leg only holding on by a few bits of sickeningly melted skin and muscle. I followed up the blow with a stomp at her head, hoping to put her down before she could recover. Unfortunately, she had better instincts than I was expecting and managed to roll away and slowly stood, her teeth gritted in pain as her destroyed leg nearly gave way, and glared at me in a way that made me very glad that looks couldn't kill.
"You...what the fuck did you do to me?!" she growled.
"Its called Hamon," I said, "Its a power than anyone can use. A form of energy created by breathing thats identical to the suns rays. As a result, its deadly to Vampires and Zombies."
While I was talking, Amy had taken the opportunity to sneak away and get Diego back on his feet and the two were heading for the door. I just had to keep Bakuda's attention on me long enough for them to get out. Bakuda scoffed.
"Vampires? Seriously?" she sneered, "Your delusional."
I raised an eyebrow.
"So your not a super strong, super fast, blood sucking walking corpse?" I asked.
Bakuda looked taken aback, but before she could respond, I darted forwards and swung a Hamon full fist at her. The Vampire reacted, dodging the blow by inches. I hopped back to evade her returned swipe. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to avoid her other hand as it snapped out and caught me by the throat, cutting of my air supply.
"SHIT!" I thought as I scrambled at her marble like fingers, struggling to get lose.
I wasn't anywhere near good enough with Hamon to store any energy, so unless I could breath, I was fucked. Bakuda noticed my struggling and gave a nasty grin.
"Oh, it looks like I was right," she said, "You said that that power of yours came from breathing, so if I do this…"
She tightened her grip and I gave a strangled gasp as she crushed my windpipe.
"You won't be able to use it again," she finished.
Damn, she might be delusional and arrogant, but I'd forgotten that Bakuda was genuinely quite intelligent. The crazy Vampires sneer widened into a feral grin as she threw me across the room. I hit the wall, hard, and slid down, unable to breath and with a spinning head. I sat there, unable to move, as Bakuda slowly stalked towards me, an evil grin on her face that showed off her fangs.
"Damn, I can't move," I thought, "Is this really how I'm gonna die? At the hands of a third rate Vampire?"
I twitched as I felt a burning sensation on my left shoulder as a rush of what can only be described as disapproval flowed through me, washing away the fuzziness. Oh, I still couldn't move, but now my mind was focused.
"Oh hell no!" I thought as I gritted my teeth, "There's no way I'm dying to this bitch! I'm a Joestar damn it, some third rate hack shouldn't be able to off me!"
I gritted my teeth even harder as I tried to move, to breath and generate some Hamon. Unfortunately, despite what some Anime would have you believe, sheer determination isn't enough to fix a crushed windpipe and all I managed to do was twitch and make myself cough.
"So, you still have some fight left, do you?" sneered Bakuda as she loomed over me, "Good, that will just make this so much more satisfying!"
She swung a hand at me, clearly intending to stab me through the heart. I instinctively threw up my hands, for all the good it would do, but, instead of my soft, vulnerable flesh, her hand slammed into a plate of what appeared to be black stone. It wasn't stone however, or if it was it was way stronger than anything natural as it absorbed the blow with no problem at all, resulting in Bakuda's fingers and hand being turned into a broken mess with a loud crack. The Vampire screamed in pain and jumped back, cradling her ruined hand as both she and I stared at my new form in shock as the shield that had protected me slowly retracted back into my arms.
My entire body was now covered in thick, interlocking, scale-like plates of black and white speckled stone that looked like granite, each one about the size of my hand that created crude suit of armour that moved surprisingly smoothly and silently as I did. The shield I had instinctively created had grown from my gauntlets, which had already stopped shifting. I could feel a helmet resting on my head, completely covering my face while still providing perfect vision. Despite apparently being made of stone (granite was my guess), it was surprisingly light and not at all uncomfortable.
"How many fucking tricks do you have you damned brat?!" snarled Bakuda, all pretences dropping as she finally lost her temper, "Just fucking DIE ALREADY!"
She charged me again and I readied myself to defend myself. It turned out to be unneeded however as something flashed out of the corridor and wrapped around Bakuda's arm, delivering a massive golden shock of Hamon. Bakuda screamed as her arm exploded.
"None of that now," said the newcomer as she walked out of the corridor.
She was a looking, beautiful woman with a willowy frame, long, dark curly hair and a thin lipped but expressive mouth. She was wearing a smart looking pantsuit with high heels and a dark red scarf that was apparently what she'd just used to deliver the Hamon shock.
"Who the fuck are you?!" snarled Bakuda.
"The cleanup crew," said the woman.
Bakuda's eye twitched and she let out a roar of fury as she charged the newcomer. The Hamon user didn't move and just smirked as the Vampire hurtled towards her. The reason for her lack of worry became apparent a moment later as Bakuda swung her remaining arm to decapitate the woman, only for the limb to abruptly come loose from her body and go spinning across the room, melting into glowing goo as it went.
"W-what?" gasped Bakuda as her legs went the same way, "W-what did you do to me?!"
"A fatal dose of Hamon," said the woman, "You're already dead, you just don't know it yet."
Bakuda just groaned as the rest of her body started melting. Within seconds, she was gone and all that was left was a puddle of goo. With the Vampire dealt with, the woman approached me and bent down.
"Hey kid, are you OK?" she asked.
"I...think so," I wheezed, rubbing my sore throat, "I'm having some trouble breathing, but nothing's broken."
"Thats good," she said, "Come on, lets get you out of here."
She offered me a hand, which I took and let her drag me to my feet. As she did, my armour vanished, but I could still feel its presence at the very edge of my conscious mind. Hmm, I think that might have been my Stand. I certainly hadn't been under enough stress to Trigger as a Parahuman and, as a Joestar, I certainly had the potential to awaken a Stand. I'd see about asking someone about it later. Mr Lavere was a good option. And while I was at it, I'd ask him why in the HELL he'd allowed the Stone Masks to be displayed in a museum funded by the SWF.
"Hey kid, whats your name?" asked the woman as she helped me towards the corridor.
"Jonathan Johnson," I said, "But you can call me Jojo."
Might as well embrace it considering. The woman looked surprised.
"Jojo huh?" she said.
"That a problem?" I growled.
"No, its just you remind me a lot of someone I used to know," she said, "So, you can use Hamon?"
"Not really," I said, "My grasp of it is pretty limited, so I can't do much with it."
"Huh, well you got a lot of talent then," she said, "If you ever want proper training, you should look me up."
"Thanks, I'll do that," I said, "Um…"
"Oh, sorry, I guess I should introduce myself since I saved your ass," said the woman with a grin, "I'm Annette Hebert."
I nearly tripped over my own feet.
And that'll do. So, what do you think? I'm sure people were expecting a beatdown, but you should remember that Jojo has literally no training in Hamon. Hell, he didn't even know it existed for sure until that fight! Even Joseph would have to have had some idea of what he was using and had practice using it. This Jojo had nothing but instinct. Still managed to kill a Zombie and do some damage though.
Yes, that armour was his Stand. Its an Integrated type bound to his body that confers high defence, a boost in strength and has some basic shape changing abilities. That is, it can form shields, crude weapons and can reform itself as needed, either making itself thinner and lighter or thickening up to give it a boost in defence. Of course, thats only its surface abilities. Its true power is much more...interesting. If you want a clue, I based its look and abilities on a character from one of the Bleach filler arcs. Another clue would be its name, Bahamut. Its not based on the FF summon though.
Yep, I made Annette a Stand user. She also won't be dying in this story and happens to be hiding a secret. I wonder if you can guess what it is? Its tied to the person who taught her to use Hamon.
Hmm, I wonder who it could have been who pointed Bakuda at the Masks? Whoever it was must have some big plans and an even bigger ambition. Will Jojo and his friends be able to figure out who was responsible and stop them before its too late or will he tighten his grip on the city and bring its heroes to their knees? All good questions that can only be answered in time...if I bother to continue this story. Don't forget to review!