Hiding in the darkness of an old office
building the remnants of what used to be known as the Chronos
corporation are gathered, deep discussion runs across the room,
their panic stricken faces paranoid at the thought of being
discovered, looking back and forward trying to figure out what
they can possibly do to survive. A Chronos commander enters the
room through the battered office doors; he walks to the large
round table that each remaining Omega-zoanoid is seated at. The
lights flicker and darkness slowly drips into the lines in each
of their aged faces, they sit there for a while contemplating
what they are going to do to escape their fate, working out what
they can possibly do to stop the killing, if only they hadn’t
hunted them down, if only the corporation hadn’t played with the
guyver units they recovered, is this the price they have to pay
for the mistakes of a company searching for power that they
could not control?
The commander looks up at the notebook
he has placed before him, reading in silence each other zoanoid
waits quietly for him to finish, he lays the book down onto the
table and stands up, taking a pose that implies leadership,
almost like a president addressing a nation.
"Destroyed all of our predecessors...
destroyed! All for what? Huh! For some bio-weapon, some
instrument of destruction, and what did it get them in the end
huh, what did it get?" The commander bawls at the top of his
voice, and plunges his fist into the desk, his lieutenant stands
up and addresses him almost like a whinging child,
"Sir, the Guyver units were deemed the
most powerful bio-weapon on the face of the planet, it was only
sensible that Chronos had to have possession of them, we needed
them to truly be the rulers of this planet!"
The commander stands up turns to the
lieutenant next to him and slaps him hard across the face, the
other zoanoids in the room gasp with shock at the commanders
actions,
"You’re a young fool! Do you even know
what Guyver means, where it came from, I thought ever since that
fool Sho activated Unit 1 a hundred years ago it had become
common knowledge, Guyver is what the creators called their
experiments after they had been bonded with a bio booster armour
that the aliens created for themselves, the word itself means
Out of Control!"
"But sir, the creators favoured the
zoanoids it’s only right that we have the Guyver units rather
than those week and pathetic humans!"
The group of zoanoids stare at each
other, even though they are in human form they know it’s only a
matter of time before their natural urge to kill overcomes them,
like the guyver they too now seem out of control.
The commander looks up at the others
around the table and sees the fear and anger in their eye’s, he
looks at the lieutenant rubbing his sleeves as he gets more and
more nervous, turning to address what remains of Chronos he
knows he is going to change the history of the zoanoid species,
"The guyver units are buried, their
hosts dead and gone, we will not waste another hundred years
trying to hunt them down just like are ancestors did, we will
become global again, we will replace all the zoanoids that were
lost and once again we will rule the world! Nothing will be able
to stop us this time; we are the sons of the future, the only
Chronos employees to survive, well I’ve had enough of scratching
and scrapping, it’s time we had humans falling at our feet again
begging to survive!"
The commander comes to the end of his
speech and everyone in the boardroom is applauding, he begins
handing out glasses of champagne, this seems almost ironic seen
as though they’re stuck in some burnout building.
"Gentleman, a toast, to the deaths of
all the guyvers, age had to catch up to them some time," the
crowd begin laughing.
"And to the new era, and era where
Chronos will rain supreme!"
* * * * * * * *
David Ash lies in his bed tossing and
turning, weird dreams fill his mind, sweat drips down from his
forehead onto his pillows below. Strange lights run through his
mind, strange colours and obscure objects, his face is racked
with frustration, his brow is thin, his eye’s like small slits
just emitting a small green glow. As his dream becomes more and
more disturbing he starts mumbling, un-intelligible rants fall
from his mouth.
"The units, gone...No! Moving..." He
trails off and begins to sit up un-aware that he is still
dreaming, the dream takes a turn for the worst.
"OUT OF CONTROL!!!!" The screams burst
from his mouth, if only some one could hear them, he jumps out
of bed and burst into tears, the recurring dreams have been
troubling him for quite some time. Slowly but surely he begins
pulling himself together,
"It’s only a dream, it doesn’t matter,
I’m just like everyone else I’m not some sort of freak.... Am
I?" He pulls on his clothes grabs his keys and heads for the
door, before leaving he looks around his flat, it looks so quiet
compared to the outburst before.
Slowly walking down the block he heads
for Ernie’s; the local bar he usually goes to, the streets are
quiet, no-one seems to be awake at this time of night. Small
drops of winter rain drip down onto him and he’s slowly unaware
of being drenched, no jacket protects him from it, it’s almost
as if he’s in some sort of trance. Approaching the door, he
takes a moment to take in the event of the night, and
then...after gathering his thoughts he enters.
"Hi Ernie, give me jacks on the rocks
would you!"
Ernie gathers the drink together and
places it on the bar in front of David, David sips it slowly and
sighs, almost as if the concoction has given him back his
strength.
"What’s wrong with you man, you havin’
those dreams again?"
"No, Ernie, no dreams, just thought I’d
come out here for a drink...You know to help me sleep" David
lifts the glass and takes another sip of the soothing liqueur,
Ernie watches him; rubbing the small amount of beard that hangs
of his chin, struck by the lifestyle of one of his closest
friends, looking over to the other end of the bar he flicks the
television on.
"Come on David, take a load off" Ernie
points to the chairs down at the other end of the bar where the
television has begun illuminating the corner of the room.
"Yeah, why not, I’ve got nothing better
to do, it’s not as if my life’s going anywhere!"
The pair continue down to the bottom of
the bar and slump into the leather seats placed there, David
looks down into his glass, with his face suggesting the best
times of his life have been drowning his sorrows in this bar.
Ernie looks up at his friend and sighs,
"You know David you should really get
out more, I mean young people today are supposed to be assholes,
they’re supposed to go out there and drink so much that they can
no longer remember their own names, they’re supposed to have
girlfriends and be the star quarterback."
David looks up, he’s heard all this
before but never minded hearing it every now and again, it gave
him a bit of self-confidence, but after a while it just got
plain annoying.
"Normal people have parents Ernie,
normal people don’t get kicked out of high school, especially
not for slugging out one of their teachers, and normal people
don’t have weird dreams that prevent them from sleeping night
after night!" David wasn’t finished, he wasn’t going to hear the
"be a good boy" speech for a while, and he was going to make
sure of that,
"Ernie you gave me a chance and I damn
well appreciate it, but my parents are both dead, they died the
day I was born, for reasons I don’t know, I’ve never understood
my purpose in life, and now your here talking about girlfriends
and what young people are supposed to do, just do yourself a
favour and shut your mouth! Do know how stupid you look when you
try and act like some sort of parent!"
"Sorry kid, I just feel bad for you is
all, you deserve better then being stuck here in old rainy
Chicago with an old bartender like me as a friend... David...Hey
is there something wrong with you?"
David is starring intently at the
screen, the ATC news bulletin is on, a young feisty woman comes
on reporting from behind a desk, clutching her clip board as if
her life depends on it she begins her big story,
"Yesterday, somewhere in the Arizona
desert something that can only be described as a nuclear
explosion took place witnessed by some nearby towns people,
funnily enough the American government toyed with nuclear
weapons, over one hundred years ago in this very desert,
according to mythology the bombs were built to fight off a group
of monsters who were determined to take over the world, but
that’s only a children’s bed time story, scientist have long
searched for proof of these mythical monsters who were supposed
to be known as zoanoids but no evidence has ever been found, so
they are dismissing the story’s stating that they are just the
result of one too many scary movies!"
Ernie turned towards David who was know
pouring himself another glass of jacks,
"Hey David sounds like you’ve been
watching too many scary movies, they give you nightmares you
know!"
"You trying to be funny Ernie or do you
act like a jackass all the time!"
They both turn back to the television
set, the woman is holding up a plaque with some sort of language
on it that neither Ernie nor David recognise.
"This plaque" The reporter began. "Is
supposed to be a true representation of the monsters language,
after the famed scientist Edward Newton discovered it ten years
ago here in Arizona, scientist have been studying it ever since
the discovery was made and now I can publicly announce what the
inscriptions say! The definition of the tablet says nothing but
"Out of Control!"
As the words left the woman’s lips David
dropped the glass to the floor, it smashed into pieces, shards
flew across the room and Ernie swiftly jumped round to see what
the guy was doing. He didn’t expect to see what he did; David
was stood there in the middle of the room white as a sheet.
"David, are you alright, you look almost
as if you’ve seen a ghost, maybe I need to take you to the
hospital?" Ernie began slowly walking forward towards his
friend.
"Stay away from me!" David bawled and
ran towards the door.
"Hey, David, wait a minute where you
going?"
"I’m going to Arizona Ernie and there
ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop me!"