The tremors had started up again, only
this time they seemed a lot worse. There were cracks spreading
across the ceiling, and it was getting more obvious by the
second that the broken pieces of same were going to start coming
down in a very short time. Tossing aside the crutch that he’d
fashioned for himself, Zektor quickly transformed again. Bracing
himself against what he hoped was a sturdy section of the wall,
Zektor hobbled over to retrieve it.
Just because he wasn’t going to be
moving around for awhile didn’t mean that Zektor was going to
lose something that he’d worked so hard to find. He’d still need
it, Zektor knew, since there was no way in hell that he was
going to try crawling to… wherever the hell it was that he was
going now. As the ceiling inevitably started coming down, in big
chunks no less, Zektor crouched and held his makeshift crutch
close to his chest.
As the floor started to give way
underneath him, Zektor started cursing a blue streak. Things
just couldn’t seem to stop getting worse. First it was Aptom,
then not being able to find Dr. Balkus, then Aptom again, then
the shooting his own leg off, and now the building was falling
down on his head. Well, at
least things can’t get much worse… Shit, now that I’ve said that
I’ve probably ended up jinxing myself,
Zektor grumbled internally.
XxXxX
They were all gathered together now, at
the peak of Mt. Minakami. All nine of the remaining Chronos
Overlords.
"Do you sense that?" Rienzi asked,
rhetorically since he already knew that his fellow Zoalords
would have done so.
"Yes," De Galenos rumbled.
"It would seem that our former colleague
has decided to do something rather drastic," Krumeggnik said,
his voice rife with suppressed mirth.
"Former?"
"Why yes, dear Caerleon,"
Krumeggnik said, smiling. "You don’t think that our great leader
would keep someone as
obviously dangerous as the
former Commander around, now do you?"
"Krumeggnik speaks the truth," Amniculus
said, before Caerleon could think of anything else to say. "I
highly doubt that Gyou will survive to the end of this day."
There was a unanimous agreement from the
other eight Overlords on that point.
XxXxX
As he fell, his energy all but gone,
Gyou smirked. At least he had seen that look of abject terror on
Alkanphel’s face, just before the First Zoalord had been sucked
into Gyou’s back hole. Even slamming headfirst into the floor
couldn’t wipe the smugly satisfied look off of his face.
Chuckling as he pulled himself back to his feet, Gyou saw
something else. Something that made him even happier.
Gyou saw Guyver III. He had, of course,
been somewhat disappointed that the Third Guyver had not managed
to survive his Gravity Wave. He had thought that Makashima and
that annoying Murakami would have at least been equal to the
challenge. Fukamachi’s Guyver had really only been a consolation
prize, since the boy himself was so weak. A prize in itself,
yes. But still not the one that Gyou had wanted in the first
place.
But now none of that mattered, since
Guyver III stood in front of him now. And there, behind him and
to his left, stood Murakami. They were both in battle-form, a
fact that amused Gyou to no end. If those two little maggots
thought that they had any chance of defeating him, Gyou would
quickly disabuse them of it.
"So, I see that the two of you did
manage to survive," Gyou said, smiling like a hungry shark.
"Good. I was so looking forward to killing the two of you
face-to-face. Especially you, Makashima. I have a surprise for
you."
With that Gyou started
concentrating, willing the Remover to come to him. He could
almost feel it in his hands. The Remover’s weight, its heft, the
subtly changing resonance as it activated. And then he didn’t
need to recall the feel of the Remover in his hand anymore,
because now it really was
in his hand. The Remover fed off his remaining bio-energy as it
powered up.
Gyou didn’t mind this so much, since he
knew that he would shortly have access to all of the energy that
he would ever possibly need.
"So that’s the Remover," Murakami said,
sounding halfway interested.
"I should have known you’d know about
the Remover, Murakami," Gyou said, his suspicion confirmed.
"What with you having that idiot Yamamura to tell you
everything."
"My old mentor was
not
an idiot," Murakami growled, and Gyou knew he had him.