WARNING: This Fan fiction is highly graphic with many areas that may offend certain readers. It deals with religious dogma, violent actions explained in detail, and various sexual preferences (not hentai). They are not here to offend or hurt on purpose, but to better explain the characters thoughts and emotions towards the horrible pain he suffers.

More Than God, Less Than Man

The story behind the infamous Warrior Guyver

Chapter 1

We Only Come Out At Night

            “If that son of a bitch does not pick a lane I’m shoving my plasma sword up his rear end” I say driving in my lovely old car. The man in front of us has been swerving around like an old drunk. It’s starting to upset me.

            “He’s probably wasted” Ira says beside me. We all have been partying all night. Then we were finally kicked out of a local bar after I drank six truckers under the table. The Guyver Unit killed the alcohol before it even reached my bloodstream. But then they learned I had a fake I.D. Luckily we split after they called the cops.

            “Wouldn’t doubt it” James says in the back completely wasted. Josh is next to him unconscious. He can’t drink worth the shit.

            “I about have the mind to use my gravity orb and make a flying car,” I say trying to pass him. Finally I get fed up and activate my Gravity Orb. I lift the car over the drunk and set it back down in front of him. “That will be a great story at the AA meeting,” I say laughing. I crack myself up.

            “I’ve told you not to use the Guyver Powers out in the open like that” Ira says.

            “Like I would listen to a red haired gypsy looking old lady,” I say being a smart ass. She slaps me, but her hand is hurt. My armor is on and it cracks her knuckle. “That was dumb”.

            “Huh”, James says behind us being completely oblivious to what is going on. “Who sucked your thumb”?

            “I’ll suck you, you little bastard”, Ira says under her breath.

            “Better watch what you say girl, he make take it to heart” I say laughing at the stupid comment she made. She may be fast in the Guyver, but her mouth needs to be slower than her brain.

            “God you’re rude”, Ira says looking disgusted. Her knuckle has turned red, but she does not mind.

            “Name of the game sweet-cheeks” I say laughing as I speed up passing the car. “I can’t wait until I go to England. They drive on the left side instead of the right. I can really screw some shit up there. I can barely drive on the right”.

            “You have that right,” James says.

            “Was anybody talking to you”, I ask?

            “No”.

            “Then shut the fuck up”.

            I dropped the two morons off before I left to Ira’s house. When I get there I walk to her door with her.

            “I haven’t had this much fun in awhile, thanks”, she tells me on her doorstep.

            “Girl, you’re basically family to us now. Except family don’t normally sleep together,” I say scratching my head. My haircut changes every day thanks to my Guyver. Right now it is long on one side and shaved on the other.

            Ira simply shakes her head. “Come on in. Jessica is waiting”.

            “Little whore” I say to myself stepping inside. Her house is very eloquent. Mainly Victorian style, but she does have a microwave.

            I see a small girl about the age of 14 rushing towards us. She has bluish tinted hair and a smile on her face.

            “So, out having sex with my sister again huh”, she says looking me up in the face.

            My smile fades. “You better get out of my face with that tone you little slut before I toss you out the window”.

            “Will you two shut up. God, I get home and already you two are yelling at each other”, Ira says slamming her bag on the table.

            Ira steps into the hallway. “WHAT THE HELL” I hear in a loud voice.

            “Oh no” Jessica says running towards her.

            I laugh. One of those sister-to-sister things probably. I should stay out of her business, but this I got to see

            Inside of Jessica’s bedroom sits a boy. He is about 15 or 16 years old. “You are such a hooch,” Ira screams at her.

            I step inside. The guy is blond and built like a football player. “Leave now”, I say. The roach stands in my face. He is roughly four inches taller than me and weighs at least 220 pounds.

            “Who is gonna make me shrimp”, the boy says.

            I smile. I grab the boy by his throat and begin to squeeze. Not enough to break his neck but enough to cut his air supply off. I lift him up and bring him down the hall. On the way I tear his pants off and toss him outside. And I give a good toss. The boy goes running free balling the entire way.

            “Pathetic” I say laughing at the site of a bare white ass running for the hills.

            “You bastard” Jessica screams. I turn and see her fist come across my face. My lip bleeds.

            “I’m going to let that slide. Do it again and I’ll remove the reason that child slept with you” I say walking out the door and into my car. “Slutty Bitch”.

            At home I turn on the television sitting at table with a soda.

            “We come to you live from the Chronos Headquarters in Orlando Florida” a voice says from the TV. Immediately I pay perfect attention.

            A newsman stands with many policemen. They all have various automatic weapons pointed towards a building.

            “About 30 minutes ago an unidentified person or persons attacked the building with lightning speed. So far five people have been released. But we have heard screams and gunshots as well. Estimates say that there are 250 people in this massive building. The attacker is unknown at this point as they have not attempted to contact us, contact attempts have been made but they are all unanswered”.

            “Another job for Warrior Guyver” a voice says behind me. I turn and see my mother.

            “I know what you are thinking”, I say to my mother. “But I can’t ignore this”.

            She nods. “I know. Remember, your Guyver Unit makes you strong, but not immortal”.

            “Don’t worry. Only a group of Zoalords has a chance against me right now. And they are all at The Ark” I say. I open the back door and activate my armor outside.

            “Be careful ok,” she tells me. I lift in the air and teleport away.

Chronos Headquarters Orlando Florida

            I emerge with a bang up near the roof of the skyscraper. Of course it is not as tall as those in big cities, but I’m a country boy.

            It is completely dark. But a bright light flashes directly at me. Damn, the police have their spotlights on me. Quickly I dive onto the roof and hide.

            “Hopefully they weren’t that observant. That was a stupid idea”, I say badgering at myself. I see a couple of dismembered bodies on top. They wear typical police armor. Kevlar and Colt M-16A2 seem to be popular SWAT and Anti-Terrorist gear, but I doubt they were very effective. I detect high amounts of electricity in the air, and most of the people are burned and fried. Seems Elegen paid our fellow boys a visit. Americas finest eh.

            I slam my foot onto the ground and cave in the ceiling. I jump to be greeted by weapons fire. A group of three soldiers are firing Automatic shots from the M-16’s. They seem to be in shock, how did they survive Elegen’s attack. I highly doubt they actually killed the eel.

            Luckily my shields are strong enough to block the bullets easily. I fire small bursts of head laser fire and melt their guns. They quickly drop them but continue their efforts with Berettas and a .45 caliber. Finally tiring at their hopeless efforts I toss them from the window to a truck of glass below. This tears their bodies to shreds.

            “I only give one chance,” I say walking away. I notice there are gash marks in the walls. They are incredibly clean, no doubt made by a Vibrational Sword.

            I scan the area for Human Guyver Presence but detect none. But I do detect a Guyver Presence.

            “A Guyver Zoanoid, quite interesting. Obviously Amnicalus was a bit sloppy here” I say laughing to myself. A Guyver Zoanoid might be a chGregge to battle.

            Now I detect Human Guyver presence. It’s Ira.

            “”Damnit Ira, what are you doing here?”” I yell over my organisms.

            “”I heard of what is going on, I figured you might be here,”” she says.

            Suddenly I hear a scream. It was Ira.

            I activate my Sonic Emitters and blast through six floors to the bottom. I jump down to see Ira and another Guyver deep in battle. The Guyver is oddly shaped with Forward Vibrational swords. Obviously this unit is a damaged model3.

            Ira is slammed in the chest by a head laser and then kicked aside with a roundhouse. She easily uses the airborne moment and uses her heel blades to cut deeply into the Guyver Zoanoids stomach. Then a second blade cuts open his throat.

            Now normally these wounds would take a normal Guyver at least a half hour to heal. But he is already healing.

            I fire multiple Head Laser shots at the Guyver Zoanoid. He is able to dodge a couple but is hit by a majority. I ram my fist into his kidney area and kick him through the roof. Ira flies up and uses a Pressure Cannon to blow his right side off.

            “Curse you woman” Guyver Zoanoid says sprawled across the ground. “I destroy this section of Chronos to then be hunted by you”.

            “You’re not our enemy” Assassin Guyver says confused.

            “It makes no difference, he killed these people,” I say. Extending my right Plasma Sword I slam it into his Control Medal.

            “There was no point in that” Assassin says.

            “All Zoanoids are enemies,” I say walking away. “One way or another Chronos would find a way to control him”.

            “Or he could have been a powerful ally. He said he hated Chronos and attacked this place. He was probably trying to lure Sin here”.

            I convert my armor to a long black coat and laugh. Then I hear something click. I look over and see a young girl with a camera pointed to us. She was taking videos. I fire my head laser and break the camera. The girl picks it up and runs.

            “So far we have left no witnesses. I will not do so again. And who would believe a crazy hostage with a destroyed camera” I say and walk away.

Chapter 2

Oddity

            It’s been a week since Ira and I destroyed the Guyver Zoanoid together. After that night Ira suggested we stay apart personally. Upsetting I know, but what can I do. I like her, but she doomed me to this.

            To celebrate our bachelor life, Josh and I have left to the local night bar. It is called the Vampire Café. It stays open dusk to dawn and serves coffee and other things of the sort. It also has small finger foods and each seat is adorned with chess tables and a stage that people can sit and read their poetry. It also serves as a place children can perform plays.

            Josh and I sit at a table hard at work on a Chess Game.

            “Been awhile since we just sat down and played a game huh,” Josh says. I nod. We both take a drink of the Coffee we were served and I grab a piece of cubed ham.

            “Going out and drinking, partying is all fun. Even battling in my Invader Armor is great. But when we sit down and play chess it is complete bliss” He says.

            I look up at him. “You can do what you want, but I’m not gay”.

            “Bastard” he says and takes a shot of whiskey. I know the owner and he lets us do what we want as long as Warrior Guyver helps protect the place.

            Suddenly the already dim lights fall and a young girl steps out on stage. She has dark blue hair and a cold skin tone. She is adorned in a black slip dress that is absolutely beautiful. She wears an Ankh around her neck and she was a slight smile.

            “Hello”, she says into the microphone. Everyone in the place immediately turns to look at her. “Sorry if I’m disturbing you, but I would like to say something”.

            “Go ahead Ms. Fox” A boy says from a booth two away from me. His fellows howl obviously signaling this girl’s last name is not ‘Fox’.

            “Thank you. Recently this area has gone through many horrible things. Most of it has been blamed on people such as us. It is because of our hair, our skin, and our beliefs that we are targeted. We are not Black, we are not Jew, we are all and everything.

            “This is why people fear us. They live in groups of people that are so similar it is truly difficult to tell them apart. Some call us Rebels, Goths, some even go as far as calling us satanic. But this is not true. We are a group of people from every background across the United States and are completely different.

            “As you can see very few of us are actually wearing all Black. So that illusion is false. We are probably mostly Christian or Atheist in here. So we are not all Satan worshippers.

            “But people are calling us evil. I am a pacifist and refuse to hurt a mosquito, much less a human being.

            “As you know, Chronos, a genetic corporation has recently been attacked by an unknown, unseen attacker. Chronos Security and The Press say a young man about 16 years of age attacked the building. He wore a large black coat and had only half a head of long hair.

            “Now we have been pinned with terrorism. You know as I do this is wrong. So renounce all connections to this horror and maybe we can get put back in the shadows where they think we belong” She ends.

            She stands and is ushered off stage with applause.

            “And the point of that” Josh asks?

            I shrug my shoulders. She sits at the bar next to the wall. I stand up and walk to her.

            I sit next to her in another bar stool.

            “That was an interesting speech”, I say.

            She is obviously very shy. “Umm, Thank You”.

            “My name is Greg,” I say extending my hand.

             She grabs my hand with a weak grip. Her hands are ice cold and very quaint. “I’m Cassandra”.

            “Mind if I buy you a drink” I ask?

            “I’m underage, and if my eyes aren’t tricking me you are as well” she says.

            I smile at the comment. “Hey Kyle” I say across the bar. My friend turns to me. He’s an older man with a military style attitude.

            “Let me guess, Strait Whiskey and lemon salt” he says.

            “You got it. And bring a Bleeding Margarita for Ms. Beautiful here” I say.

            “Is he a relative,” Cassandra asks.

            “No, just a friend. Besides, I’m seventeen, I think I deserve a drink now and again” I say smiling.

            Kyle sets a bottle, two shot glasses and a saltshaker with lemon salt in front of me. He also hands Cassandra a Bleeding Margarita.

            “I’ve never drank before”, Cassandra admits.

            I smile and pour myself a shot. “It’s easy with tropical drinks. Just drink through the straw. No hard part in it.

            She sips it and swallows. “My, it’s actually good”.

            I laugh and drink the shot. “And the more you have, the better it gets” I say laughing.

            She smiles.

            It is 3:28 AM and the bar closes at 4:00. Cassandra is fairly wasted but I am not affected in the slightest.

            “Want to play a game” I ask her.

            Cassandra nods smiling.

            “Alright. Lean your head back” I say. She does and almost falls over. I catch her and lean her on the counter.

            “What are you going to do?” she asks me.

            I grab the already almost empty thing of lemon salt. I lick her neck and dump the salt on.

            “You’re a wild one,” she says.

            Josh is in the back laughing his ass off. Can’t blame him. This girl is a poor drunk and open to about everything. But I’m not one of the people who get the girl drunk and rape her in the car, only to drop her in an abandoned ally. Honor is important to me.

            “Yes I am,” I say. I then dump a little shot of Vodka on her neck and drink it up. She laughs and yells that it tickles.

            I hear Kyle and Josh talking.

            “He just nailed her,” Kyle says. “I wish I was that young again”.

            “He won’t do anything about it. Greg loves foreplay more than anything. And Thanks for letting him pursue this, he’s been under stress and he wouldn’t have anyway to release it if it wasn’t for alcohol” Josh says.

            “Sure. But why won’t he sleep with her. I mean she is so drunk she would not even remember”.

            “Not his style. I’ll admit it is mine though, Greg is just a pussy,” Josh says. I will talk to him later about that lude remark.

            I finish drinking and help her up. She passed out.

            “Oh damn” I say. I fling her over my shoulder and laugh.

            “See ya Kyle,” I yell leaving.

            “You can’t bring her home”, Josh says.

            “Hey man, don’t talk to her like she was a pet” I say in the back seat with her head on my lap.

            “Please, admit it. You just used her to get a hard on” Josh says.

            I shut up. “Dude, I actually feel something for her. It isn’t the alcohol talking either because that is all gone”.

            “Don’t become James on me man. I can’t handle another,” he says. He passes a car.

            “Your right though. I can’t just bring her home and let her sleep over” I say. “Go to James’ Apartment. He can deal with me for a night”.

            Josh laughs. “And if your parents ask questions”?

            “I can say I was busy killing Hyper Zoanoid Team 5”.

Motel 6

            James opens the door and is in shock. “What the hell”.

            “Guess what bitch, get out it’s my house now” I say and set Cassandra on the bed.

            Josh rips him aside and I am alone with her. I tuck her in the bed and sit down in front of James Stereo. I grab the headphones and listen to some good old’ American Heavy Metal. I’m such a little bitch.

Chapter 3

Aphrodite Strikes Again

            I wake up. It’s 11:00 in the morning.

            “God Damnit, I hate sleeping on the floor” I say and place the headphones back on James desk. I go and take a quick shower and Cassandra is still not awake yet. Of course that changes when the phone rings. I quickly pick it up. James had a wake up call for 11:30. What a lazy ass.

            “Oh my head” Cassandra says holding her noggin and sitting up. “Where am I”?

            “Sorry” I say sitting on the bed across from her.

            “Oh my god” she says. Obviously she thinks what I thought she would.

            I give a smirk. “Don’t worry. Nothing happened like that. You are a poor drunk though. Once you passed out at the bar I brought you here. This is where my friend stays. I’m just borrowing it. I couldn’t bring you home because I don’t know where you live”.

            She looks a little upset. “It’s okay. I understand,” she says in low tone. I grab my socks and shoes.

            “I put some of the stuff you had over in that corner. Your shoes and stuff are there too. I’ll bring you home if you want” I say strapping my shoes on.

            She gets out of the bed and grabs her high heel shoes. “That’s okay. I’ll get my friend to come get me. And yes I’m sure”.

            I decide not to argue the point. I walk over to her and touch her cheek.

            “I had a nice time last night. Maybe we could do it again some time. How about we meet at the Vampire Café this Thursday” I say.

            She grabs my hand. “Sure”. I smile. I give her a quick kiss and leave.

            It’s been approximately 4 months since I met Cassandra. And I was quick to decide I loved her. And Ira knew this after she met her. I know she is upset, but I must go with my emotions no matter the cost. She has agreed to stay part of the War Clan though.

            Cassandra does not know of my life as Warrior Guyver. Short clips of me in my Guyver Armor have been publicly shown and Chronos has increased activity in the area. Warrior Guyver has also been blamed for the Chronos Orlando Massacre.

            Cassandra is very quiet in public. When we are together with my friends she never speaks, unless spoken to. And even then her sentences are short. It can be slightly annoying at times but oh well. My parents love her. Although my father is a bit skeptical about a girl who has no last name and I’ve never seen her home. Which I must admit is understandable.

            Cassandra and I sit outside of the Local River. Manatees are swimming around and we both have our bare feet in the water.

            “I love you Cassandra,” I say. She looks up at me and smiles. But she looks back down at her feet. A manatee is playing with them.

            “I know,” she says. I decide not to pursue the issue. It can only lead to disaster.

            I smile. “That Manatee is hitting on my woman. He needs to go find a pink manatee and make sweet love” I say joking. Cassandra laughs a little giggle. She has never burst out in laughter.

            “Don’t worry, I won’t cheat on you with a 1000 pound mammal” she says smiling.

            I look down at the gray mass. “Hear that fat boy, she’s taken”.

            Cassandra holds her hand to her mouth as she laughs. She then sits beside me and sets her head on my shoulders. “That’s why I like you. You can make a joke out of anything”.

            We get up an hour later and walk to my car. “I can see where you live now”.

            “No, just drop me off at sunset place. I can walk from there,” she says.

            I slam my hand on top of the car. “No. I will see where you live Damnit. I waited for around 5 months”.

            She looks down. “I can’t”.

            “Why” I ask.

            She gets in the car and starts to cry. Oh damn. I get in.

            “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that” she interrupts.

            “It’s not that“, she says wiping tears. “I live in the orphanage on Palomar”.

            Now I feel like an ass. “Cassandra, you know as well as I do that it is nothing to be ashamed of. The person is what makes it, not the domain in which they live”.

            She smiles and lays her head on my shoulder giving me a hug. I rub her cheek and I kiss her. She begins to smile and laugh as I kiss her up the neck.

            After we finish I bring her to her home. The orphanage is in a dumpy area. After we slept with each other she told me about how she ended up there.

            She was beat badly by her mother. To the point she almost died. Her mother ran away with her father. He was against it but loved her mother too much to leave her and stay with Cassandra. So she was tossed away into an ally like trash. The orphanage picked her up after a homeless man gave her to them. She was barely alive, malnourished. The injuries that normal children got were down right deadly to her at the time.

            But she survived. The Orphanage kept her and named her Cassandra. But she was never given a last name. Depressing huh.

            Despite her lonesome horrors she has done everything possible to strive ahead. She admits she is not the brightest on the block, although I tend to differ. She is very intelligent, but lacks a formal education. She quit school after 7^th grade to try and get money for when she left. But she only has 5,000 dollars. A lot to her, but I know better. It takes 500 a month just to rent a home that looks like a crack house.

            She admits she has stayed in the Orphanage. I asked her how she gets out at night. Although now I wish I didn’t. She has sex with the men there and they allow her to go through as she pleases. I can’t let her keep this up. It is wrong for a girl so beautiful to sell herself to go outside.  There is a way, I just have to find it.

            Cassandra fell asleep shortly after.

            I hear voices. Zoanoids are in the area. I’ve noticed I can read Zoaforms and Guyver minds when in close proximity. Useful in battle.

            I stop the car and make sure Cassandra is asleep. I then sneak up toward them.

            “We are supposed to wait for Warrior Guyver,” The Ramotith says. He has blue fur; normally I see brown and gray.

            Then I hear a shriek from behind. Damnit Cassandra. The Zoanoids jump towards me.

            “WARRIOR” I scream. The Guyver Unit activates around me and I stand face to face with seven random Zoanoids. A man is behind them. He seems afraid a bit. He wears a business suit. He seems to have pointed ears and an odd eye. It’s an elf.

            A Ramotith type jumps toward me and I slam my knee into him sending him back towards a tree.

            Cassandra is petrified in fear. A Gregore type runs near her. I blow the top of his head off with a head laser and crush the pods of a local Vamore.

            Three Ramotith and a Gregole jump toward me. A Cadan soon follows. Odd, Cadan is an aqua.

            I use my Head Laser on a continuous beam and cut them down all at once.

            I run over to Cassandra. She is frozen solid in fear. I turn and see the man walking towards me.

            “Thank you. I was scared those Zoanoids were going to get me” he says. I decide to ignore the elf features.

            “No problem. Why were they after you” I ask.

            “I have something they want,” he says. “My name is Michael Clancy”.

            “If you don’t mind I must go now. Try and stick to the main roads and transportation” I say and deactivate my armor.

            Cassandra faints.

            “Oh damn” I say tossing her over my shoulder again.

            I have convinced my mother to adopt Cassandra. Took awhile. But when I told her I loved her and showed the horrors she lived in she did so. I also pummeled the shit out of the fucking guards there.

            Cassandra has learned of my existence as Warrior Guyver. She does not fear me, but seems very cautious of me.

            I won’t lie either. I have had sex with her on many occasions at my home. Hell, it’s just convenient. But my parents have no idea we are. I won’t tell them, it would scare them, even if I can’t contract disease or have children thanks to my Guyver Unit.

            But it does not matter. Eventually every string of lies is unraveled and the truth is revealed. It may take a long time and maybe even forever but it happens. Ira learned of my increasing relationship with Cassandra. Thanks to James that is. But I can’t blame him. It’s true I abandoned Ira Pike. Then again she cursed me to this existence. But now I wonder, which is true, it’s my fault of what I have become or hers for giving me the Unit-W to begin with.

            It makes no difference whose fault it is. I try computing everything but the truth is I decide everything I do.

Chapter 4

Upon the burning of my house.

            My friends and I are at Josh’s house playing around on the Invader Armor. Luckily his father let’s us use the garage. If only Chronos knew that the War Clan operates out a hillbilly made backyard shed in rural America.

            Then I hear it, a cry for help.

            “My home” I say running outside activating my Guyver Armor. I take off at top speed and arrive home. The home is in flames and groups of Zoanoids have my family cornered. Cassandra is gone!

            I fly down and land on top of a Lu-Kill crushing the exoskeleton. A Vamore fires his Bio Weapon and I catch it using my Gravity Orb firing it back. My Father unloads a 12 gauge to the back of a Ramotiths head splattering what is left of his mind on my armor.

            I roundhouse the nearest Gregole in the face and rip the horn from his head. I shove it into the face of a Ramotith and crush the Gregole with a single punch. A group of them jump on top of me. I activate the Blast Field and blast them away as charred remains and then fire a Pressure Cannon toward the Enzyme that was hiding.

            I then hear clapping.

            “Impressive Warrior Guyver” Sin Rubeo Amnicalus says in battle mode. He and Waferdanos float above smiling at the wreckage.

            “HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY HOME?” I scream at them! They will die for this. “Mom, where is Cassandra”.

            My mother does not know. I see it in her petrified eyes.

            “I can take them,” Jarrod says pulling out a 9mm. My dad takes it away.

            I take off in their path but am stopped by two Neo Zx-toles! I smile and fire my Mega-Smasher blowing the bugs away. But I do not see the Zoalords.

            Josh and James arrive in the Invader armor.

            “Oh damn, we missed the fun” James says. He unloads a chain gun on an incoming Thancrus.

            “Find Cassandra and take my brother out of here. My family too” I say to them. They won’t be any help against the Zoalords, wherever they are hiding.

            “Greg, we can only take one apiece,” Josh says.

            “Take Jarrod and Cassandra,” my father says. Josh follows and Jarrod jumps in the cockpit of the Invader-0.

            I spot Cassandra, and she gets in the Invader-1.

            My dad and mom have killed a couple of lower Zoanoids with pistol and shotgun shots. But they will fall sooner or later. I lift into the air and fire my Forearm lasers killing the remaining Zoanoids. Then a Hand Beam hits me in the back. Damn Zoalords.

            I turn and dart at them. Waferdanos dodges my attacks but I catch him in the gut with a punch. I then fire my Head Laser into his chest blowing his right lung out.

            “AAAAHHHHH” my mother screams. I look to the ground and fire my Pressure Cannon.

            Then I see. Sin was holding my parents in front like a coward to protect himself. But the Pressure Cannon blasts through my Parents bottom section and blows Sins right leg off.

            “AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH” I scream! My parents fall to their faces in blood.

            “DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL” I scream. My armor begins to glow red and I slam my hand inside Waferdanos and tear his organs out. The then tear his Zoa-Crystal from his head and crush it.

            Sin flies away, but I will not let that slaughterer live. I close the gap in less than a second and pierce his abdomen with my Plasma Sword. Lifting him up I toss him to the ground. But I don’t let the pain end for him. My body envelops in fire and I stab both Plasma Swords in his back and turn at high speeds drilling into him.

            I step on his head.

            At home my mother is alive.

            “Mom…Mom…Your going to be ok” I say rubbing her head. I have converted my armor to clothes.

            Her face is full of tears. She knows better. “Don’t lie, I’ve taught you better. At least speak the truth to me as I die”.

            A tear falls from my eye. The salt taste does not help my already dry heart. “I love you mom”.

            “I love ugh, you too son. I would never have wanted anything different,” she says. I rub my mothers dark curly hair. A favorite game of mine. That which I will never be able to do again.

            I kiss my mother on the cheek. “Don’t go mom. If I don’t have you guys I don’t have anything”.

            My mother smiles at me. It was the same smile she gave me the day she first looked in my eyes. I believe mothers have a smile only their children see, and they only see it twice. At birth and at their parents death.

            “You have everything now. A love, that is all that is needed. Just take care of Jarrod for me. Go away and do not let you guys be separated” my mom says. I nod.

            “Please mom, say good things on my behalf to god. I have killed so many that I don’t know if I will go to heaven,” I say tasting my own tears, and my mother’s blood from where I kissed her.

            My mother smiles. “I lov…” She never finishes. Her head falls down on the red dirt. I shed my final tears as I sit next to my dead parents. I have lost my humanity.

            My heart turned black just then. As I lost my parents I lost what a child needs. Unconditional Love. It was torn from me like a lighter from a child.

            I sit down next to my parents for what seems like years, but what was really only two hours. I rub my mothers black hair and cry.

            “For if God does not care for me, I shall not care for God,” I say before departing. My tears turn to blood.

Chapter 5

I shall destroy this world with my own hands

            “My parents are dead Cassandra. I’ve lost everything,” I say. We are still in Florida. My brother and friends have been working on building a base on an Atlantic Island he calls War Clan Island.

            I am with Cassandra in a local Hotel. My head is on her lap and she is rubbing my scalp.

            “I won’t leave you” Cassandra says. “So you still have something. Besides, your parents are now away from War, Disease and Famine. They are in Gods home”.

            “They are stuck in the morgue with doctors poking shit into them” I say getting upset.

            “I know you are angry. But don’t forget you religion, once that happens it is all over” she says. This coming from an Atheist.

            “Don’t try and comfort me. I lost my religion long ago. But if God is real I swear I will kill him for what he has done to my parents” I say crying.

            Cassandra kisses me and we lay back and sleep (kind of).

            We are at my parent’s ceremony. It is in front of my entire Family. My brother has also shown up.

            Cassandra and I sit together as the service begins. The Church official stands up and begins his long and pointless speech. The way he speaks it is if it is a mad lib that he filled in the blanks. But I can’t say something with my entire family here. So I must endure this meaningless taunt.

            Then the service ends. Everyone but family is asked to leave. I make sure Cassandra goes nowhere.

            I step up to my mother and father. I must admit the mortician did a good job stitching them together. I rub my hand across their foreheads. A cross is situated above them.

            “I can no longer stand this torture,” I say.

            “How can two people so decent be taken?” I ask myself.

            “It is God’s will,” The Church man says.

            “God…where does such a creature exist. I see no one by that name. This ‘God’ you speak of has haunted me,” I say to the man. I let my suit become my armor.

            “This is what God is. A race of beings created us for use in war. Nothing else. This is proof. I am he most powerful being in the universe. And look, I am crying over their deaths” I say looming over the grave of my father. The Churchman quickly makes a cross across his chest.

            I tear the cross on the wall off and destroy it with my hands. Cassandra is screaming at me to stop, but her voice is distant and barely recognizable.

            I then increase power to my Gravity Orb and lift my mother and fathers caskets into the air around me. And Cassandra is lifted to me shortly after.

            “I shall not allow my parents to be buried in a place my enemies can stand” I say and lift into the air. Cassandra cannot stand the flight speed so I am going slow. I fix it by allowing my armor to envelope the entire cargo I bare.

            I shoot off at what seems like the speed of sound to War Clan Island. Josh has begun to make plans to build three houses and a large building called ‘The Shop’.

            I land and let Cassandra and the caskets down.

            “Josh, I need an island,” I say.

            “Welcome to your new home Cassandra” I say showing her the home. It is decorated extraordinarily on the outside. But the inside I left plain for her.

            “You made this,” she asks?

            I nod. This entire island was previously uninhabited by anyone. It was known of but never used. It is located in the Pacific Ocean. It is fairly close to the famous Easter Island.

            “It’s beautiful,” she says hugging me. The house was built two stories tall with a spa in the back. Two bedrooms, one is for my brother. And one room in the house is completely for me.

            “You get to decorate it. I really don’t care how it looks only I get one room,” I say smiling.

            I turn on the television.

            Cassandra has designed the house in a natural style. Lot’s of wood. The walls are painted gray and sorts.

            “Last week an attack was made at a funeral home in Florida. The aggressor has been identified as the son of the deceased. His name is ‘Gregory Lucas’” the newswoman says.

            Cassandra sits next to me to watch.

            “Gregory Lucas attacked the church and inflicted minor damage to the grounds. The people were in shock saying he turned into a robot and took off at high speeds. All family members have shown signs of Mental Stress.

            “But most incredible is the fact the bodies have disappeared. Gregory Lucas and his brother Jarrod Lucas are on the run and considered armed and dangerous. But no one has seen them since the incident.

            “It is also possible that Gregory Lucas has kidnapped a young girl. The parents adopted her shortly before their death. Her name is Cassandra. It is unknown what the last name is; we will get back to you on that.

            I stand up. “Armed and Dangerous huh. They have no idea, I can show them”.

            I walk out and teleport to Rome.

            The Vatican, home of the esteemed Pope Charles. Chronos killed the original Pope and replaced him with this pawn.

            “They want to see horrible. They want to see armed and dangerous” I say as a charge my Mega-Smashers. Then they can see horrible.

            I open my Chest Plates and fire the beam towards the sacred building. It is nothing but rubble. The people inside have become but skeletons and dried meat.

            “Now that is horrible,” I say before teleporting back home. It is decided. If the world shall shun me, I shall shun the world. And if they try to get me back, I will destroy this world with my own hands.

Chapter 6

The Stars Know

            I wake up at night. Cassandra is gone from my bed. Odd.

            I quickly put a pair of shorts on and walk into the front room. She is sitting at the kitchen table with a deck of tarot cards. I have no idea how they operate, but she does.

            Her complexion is pale. It glows like a blue fluorescent bulb in the moonlight. I remember seeing her in the car. Her skin is the same. I remember thinking of an angel.

            I sit in front of the grave of my parents. They are buried under a great oak tree. Quite a beautiful place if I say so myself.

            “Seems this is it huh,” I say smiling. “Your final rest. Almost godly this place. We have made it so no one will ever enter unless invited. This will be your home for now on”.

            I stand and walk home.

            I have taken my parents boat, more like my fathers boat. Cassandra and I have gone out at night to the Florida Coast. The sea air was never kind to me, but with my Guyver it hardly affects me. Matter of face, I don’t even remember sneezing since I got this damn thing.

            “The night is beautiful yes,” I say sitting on the bow of the boat. For you people that are nautically chGregged, that is the front.

            She nods.

            “Remember the night we met. It had a red sun”. My body gets up and stretches. It’s been a long night, and I am tired.

            She smiles. Cassandra was never one to talk much.

            We are currently 6 miles out of the Indian River Shore. It’s probably about 90 fathoms deep out here. I jump in.

            “Are you mad, there might be sharks?” she screams as I pop up.

            I laugh. “I can destroy a Zoalord in less than 10 seconds and I should worry about a shark, please”.

            “I’m not getting in,” she says crossing her arms and sitting.

            “Fine” I say swimming around.

            “Cassandra” I say when I am dry. She looks over at me. I reach in the glove compartment of the boat and pull out a small black box.

            “Marry me” I say and hand it to her.

            Cassandra is stoical in expression, but her thoughts are different. She opens the box and smiles.

            “There was no need for something this exquisite,” she says smiling. Yeah, she says that now. The ring was a 1½-karat diamond. It was also circled by small chunks of red diamonds around it. Red diamonds are supposed to be the rarest jewels on earth. I stole the damn thing, so sue me.

            “Yes there was,” I say taking the ring out of the case. I slip it on her finger. “I love you, that is need enough”.

            Cassandra looks up to me with her bewitching smile. She kisses me.

            “Of course I will. I…. love you too,” she says. It burns my heart. The first time she has ever said those words to me. I’ve always known she did, but she never said it. I can understand it is hard. Especially being in that god-awful place for so long. Being raped around every corner. I guess that makes our love even more special. The Wench of the Orphanage, and The One Who Shall Bear Fangs At God. What an unlikely pair huh. After we finish our hour-long embrace we both lay by each other on the beach. Almost heaven. This is the moment my life changes.

            As most humans do I look after myself first. Besides, if I die, I can’t see them cry at my funeral. So why worry. But at the moment we laid down on the beach it all changed. Cassandra laid her head on my shoulder and with a final breath she fell asleep.

            But I can never sleep. I must shield this fragile being. I am the most powerful Guyver ever from all known records to me. I will not let anything happen to her like my parents. Even if God himself sends the entire army of heaven, I will slaughter each one to get her back. This is my vow.

            It will last forever I think looking at her smile.

Chapter 7

Evolution of a Disease

            “Ha” I laugh looking at the clown. Cassandra has dragged me to the circus with Josh and Amanda. Although I hate the circus, I acted excited for her.

            Clowns are juggling and acting like complete idiots. The one with purple hair is a Zoanoid. Although I only sense three here, I wonder for the safety of the people. Since they have not attacked and seem only to want to have fun I will leave them.

            “Hey clown boy, go shove that balloon up your ass” Josh screams alarming some parents who quickly tell their children how bad he is.

            “Might be possible, look how long and skinny that balloon is” Amanda says smiling at me.

            “Damn woman. Get a life,” I say huffing. Cassandra laughs to herself.

            “This is fun huh,” Cassandra says.

            I give up and nod. “Yeah it is. Although I am wondering about that elephant over there”.

            “Why is that” she asks.

            “It keeps looking at me and shaking it’s huge butt. I‘m beginning to wonder if that is a elephant mating call or something”.

            “So the elephant is going to steal you from me” She says. I smile.

            “Well, let’s see. Can’t cook, can’t clean, and can’t fuck so no”.

            Cassandra smiles. I think I embarrassed her. Oh well. “I guess I’m safe,” she says putting her head on my shoulder.

            I catch a glance of a Japanese man. He wears a pricey business suit and has a pair of red glasses on. He looks at me for a moment before staring away.

            On the way home from the circus I decide to walk awhile. I can just fly Cassandra home so I’m worrying about a ride. Josh and Amanda take my car.

            Cassandra is very tired so I decide to bring her home. I activate my Guyver Unit and a loud explosion occurs.

            “Whoa mamma” I say before seeing a Zoalord step forth.

            “I am Imakarum Mirabilis, Second in command to Lord Alkanphal. I have been sent to destroy you”.

            Cassandra stands behind me holding on to my armored back.

            “You and what army Zoalord. At my level you will be nothing” I say. Cassandra moves back into the woods and I begin.

            Mirabilis dodges my fists and plants a kick into my midsection. It is hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

            “I am a bit stronger than the average Zoalord,” the silver Zoalord says.

            My Guyver scans. Bio Energy Level is 2353 he is stronger

“Still, you can not defeat me” I say in my cocky tone. I fire a couple had lasers and Mirabilis blocks them. Distracted, I am able to get a good punch to his jaw and ram my knee into his chest. He blasts me away with a Hand Laser that flings me back into the trees toppling three of them. Not bad.

I get up and fire a Pressure Cannon at him. He dodges away and I extend my Plasma Swords and Vibrational Swords. In quick successive blows I slice open his stomach. But Imakarum is obviously no fool, he blasts a tree with a Gravity Bullet and it topples near Cassandra.

I rush over and catch the tree. The weight is great, but it won’t be a problem. I toss it in the air at Imakarum and he raises a Barrier Shield to block it. I open both Mega Smasher plates while he does and by the time the Barrier Shield has been dropped my weapon has already been fired.

The white light covers him and when it stops he is gone.

            “I guess this is the end of Imakarum Mirabilis,” I say smiling under my armor.

            “Not quite” a voice says.

            Imakarum has Cassandra in his clutches. His back is to the forest and she is in front.

            “Let go of her!” I scream.

            He smiles at me. How dare he, he will pay for this with his life. “Yeah right, besides, she is very pretty. It would be a shame if her head was taken off.

            With this I am filled with wrath. But I can’t attack; by the time I got there he would already have ample time to tear her apart.

            Cassandra looks at my eyes. She sees the anger, but I can’t help it. I am so infuriated by this I have barely any control. She looks scared, fear has engrossed her like a claw and is sucking the valor she has.

            Imakarum grabs the inside of her leg and her arm. Both on opposite sides.

            “She is sweet”, he says before smiling. He tears her limbs from her body and tosses them to the ground! Crimson soaks the dirt and stains her once beautiful attire.

            This is it. I shove forward with blinding velocity and ram my fist into his forehead cracking the Zoacrystal.

            He is gone in an instant. I run to Cassandra, he is bleeding to death. She will not survive.

            A tear falls from my face, the first since my parents. Why does this happen. I find peace, and it is stripped away.

            “Cassandra, don’t leave,” I say touching her cheek. “I’ll bring you to the hospital”.

            Surprisingly, she smiles. “You know we would never make it. Even with your speed”.

            I let my armor become clothes and I sit next to her. “I love you Cassandra”.

            “I love you,” she says before her head goes limp.

            I sit, motionless. Like a dream my era with her. We sat smiling under stars and skies.

            We laughed at jokes and smiled at each other.

            I stare, in silence. Upon her pale face is a hint of a smile. This smile is one of love.

            Why must I endure this? I stare looking upon a bleeding dead female. One who I treasured above all that lived.

            But I am neither alive nor dead now. I am everlasting, but I never existed. One cannot be called human unless they have someone they love. So I am not human any longer.

            I am The One Who Shall Bear Fangs At God

I am Warrior Guyver.

            I am Gregory Lucas.

            I am not human.