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07-31-2013, 07:33 PM | #1 |
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Episode 1 - The Hero Has Arrived!
“Your job is to prove me right, not to make me regret ever making a contract with you.” Bison growled, folding his arms, there was no menace in his voice, it was playful. Bison was harsh, brutally honest and his sense of humour was twisted. You either tuned into him or you hated him. Ichijou smiled, then winced and leant back harder against the tree, his breathing slow. His clothes were stretched, torn and muddy, his face swollen and full of little, deep cuts which had now stopped bleeding but had left dried blood all over his face. He opened up the towel in his lap, which contained a set of shitty knock off action figures and lined them up in front of him proudly, before wrapping the towel around himself like a cape. “I mean you don’t even need me.” Bison continued to moan, stomping his huge leather boots and waving his arms in exaggerated movements, “you could have taken those punks, yourself!” “That isn’t the point.” Ichijou smiled, trying to stand up, “The hero doesn’t beat up the bullies.” “What is it with this ‘hero’ business all the time?” Bison slumped, “We should be here to create chaos, and feel the blood run through our fingers! Do you really think a Hero can win this Match?” “Yep!” Ichijou beamed. Bison sighed, “You’re so stupid...” Ichijou knew Bison wasn’t human, but he often wondered if he ever was. He was huge, easily seven foot tall, and with the muscle to perfectly balance his size. A thick crimson cloak flowed from his giant shoulders, muscles bulged between the opening, as it flowed down to plain, dark trousers and heavy military like boots. Ichijou had never seen Bison’s face from behind the featureless mask he always wore, but he knew why he never took it off, and the wavy, grey hair that jutted out the back told its own story anyway. Ichijou gave up on trying to stand, slumping back to the bottom of the tree and closed his eyes. The day was coming to a close, and he could actively feel the air cooling against his skin. He ran a hand through his hair, jet black and in a perpetual state of bedhead. He felt himself begin to doze, when something nudged him. “Wake up, Shithead.” Came Bison’s smoky voice. Ichijou groggily opened his eyes, it was night time now, “Oh crap!” “I thought you were dead for a while.” Bison said. “Thanks for the concern.” “You’re welcome.” Ichijou smiled. “More importantly though.” Bison continued, nodding his head down at Ichijou’s glowing pocket, Ichijou reached into his pocket to reveal a small credit card, the majority of it was black, with a white strip along the back. It was completely plain minus a few symbols Ichijou couldn’t read in the corner and right now, it was glowing. “Looks like someone is trying to make a Contract.” Bison growled. “‘And that is a bad thing because each Rider is another piece on this chessboard’” Ichijou echoed sarcastically. Bison nodded like a proud father. Ichijou jumped to his feet and began to stretch out his limbs. “You feeling better?” Bison questioned to which Ichijou beamed at him. “Then...” Bison rubbed his hands together hungrily, “Let’s take another piece of the board!” Bison reached into his cloak and threw the Driver to Ichijou, it was completely silver, accented with tints of black and emblazoned with the same symbols that were on the card, that Ichijou couldn’t read. “Henshin!” Ichijou cried, swiping the card through the top of the Driver with a brilliant flash and surge of energy, as he did the card began to glow bright in his outstretched hands and shot out before him, Ichijou charged through it like a doorway, coming out the other side not looking too different than millions of others on their motorbikes, at the same time Bison began to float up into the air and glow, soon all Bison was was a mass of crimson energy that slowly began to rebuild itself into an entirely new shape, a weapon. Bison was now a Kwan Dao, jet black apart from the angular and deathly sharp crimson blade at the tip, that seemed to be made from glass as you could see right through it “Engage, Contract!” Ichijou commanded as Bison flew into his outstretched hands. Ichijou gripped his hands around the staff and as he did red energy began to surge out from it, bleeding over his suit. The crimson energy formed around his body, changing shape and becoming physical, each crimson dazzle becoming something new. In a matter of moments Ichijou no longer appeared to be stood in bike leathers, as brilliant silver armour now clung over the leather on his arms and legs, accented with crimson plates of armour that looked like scales. His chest became encased in a streamlined and angular piece of crimson body armour, a gold orb dazzling right in the centre that pulsed like a heart. And the helmet changed into a brilliant, golden colour with devil like horns spiralling from the centre complete with two crimson compound eyes. “Kamen Rider, Kwan Dao!” Bison and Ichijou said at once, forming an entirely new voice. Together they twirled the Kwan Dao, resting it on their shoulder, “Let’s go knock some pieces off the board!” Stood high in the sky above them, watching them intently, is a young woman. She is beautiful in a very natural kind of way, long dark hair flowing out from her hood pulled tightly around her face, she waits until Kwan Dao has mounted their motorcycle and ridden away before she reaches forwards into the space before her, she yanks and the very space swings open and she steps through it, moments later the space slams shut, silently. Across the city, Slab and Angel are drinking beers and smoking cigarettes they obtained with fake ids, not that they really needed it with Slab’s obesity making him more an ageless human mountain than anything else. His dark skin was flushed as the alcohol and nicotine buzzed in his head. Angel is like Slab’s complete opposite, pale as paper and built like a stick insect, he ironically can take his alcohol much better and was merely enjoying a nice relaxing glow. “That Ichijou is such a loser.” Slab said suddenly, looking up at the stars. “Did he really think he wouldn’t be bullied, running around the school with a towel on his shoulders?” Angel goaded, “‘A cape’” “‘I am a superhero!’” Slab mocked much to Angel’s amusement. In reality Slab and Angel had been bullied their whole lives, back when they went by their regular names of Jack and Bob. It was only one day, when they found the fourteen year old Ichijou with his towel telling everyone that he was a superhero, talking to his only friends which happened to be a set of knock off superhero figures known simply as ‘The Stuff That Is Right’, each consisting of exactly the same mould, but each done in a separate colour and pattern that vaguely related to a real life superhero. They were shitty, but Ichijou loved them, they were his sidekicks. He was the perfect kid to have his life ruined so Slab and Angel could raise themselves from the bottom. Ichijou would take his beating obediently, it made it even better for them, “‘I wouldn’t be a hero, if I beat up the bullies’” Ichijou beamed as Angel and Slab pummelled him into the floor. They became bullies almost overnight, no longer at the bottom but 100x more scum. “I guess if he was a superhero.” Angel chuckled, “Then that makes us supervillains. I like that.” “A supervillian, hmm?” Slab pondered. “You want to be supervillains?” Came a posh voice through the air, behind them. Slab and Angel turned to see a man approaching them through the darkness. His face was hidden by a mask that looked like a flower before bloom, and it was as if the petals were gripping the man's face. He was dressed in a navy blue suit that had a baroque pattern that seemed to fit awkwardly on his body. “The fuck are you meant to be?” Slab said, drunk, standing with a slight swagger as he did. “Me?” The man in the suit said, he reached into his jacket producing a black credit like card, “Here, take my card...” Angel, the still near enough sober one, took a step forward toward the card. “Not you.” The man said, “The fat one.” “Who the fuck are you calling fat?” Slab slurred. “And hey? Why not me?” Angel groaned. “Because it is your fat friend here who dished out the beatings, you just watch and gode. You’re pathetic.” The man held out a hand and Angel suddenly gripped his head, veins pulsing at the surface as blood curled out from his ears. “Angel!” Slab moaned as his friend fell to his knees, “What the fuck are you doing to him?” “Take my card, and you’ll find out.” The man said, holding out the card once again. At that moment, beside them, the space swung open like a door and the girl stepped through it. “Lily?” The suited man gasped, scrabbling to put the card away. But the girl hadn’t just stepped through reality, she had leapt through it and as soon as her foot hit the floor she charged forwards, fist back. Silently reality slammed shut behind her as the man in the suit steadied himself, she roared with effort and sunk her fist into his face sending cracks through the mask and the man skidding across the floor, her fist bled by her side and she panted. “Run!” Lily cried as soon as she caught her breath, spinning to look at the two bullies. She didn’t need to tell them twice, Slab pulled Angel to his feet and the two were gone. Lily suddenly looked up, like a deer in the headlights, cursing once, before she slipped through reality once again. “That stupid bitch cracked my mask...” The man growled, trying to stand. Bright energy bled through the cracks in the mask, like a spotlight was placed behind it. At that moment the roar of a motorbike screamed beside him, “Oh no.” he whimpered, as Kwan Dao landed before him. They twirled their weapon dramatically around them, before they slammed one foot forwards and aimed the blade right at the man's throat, “The hero has arrived! To knock you off the board!” They said, together. “I’m guessing you won’t just let me leave quietly” the man sighed. “The hero will never let the villain get away!” followed by, “Eh? Doesn’t the villain always get away?” followed with, “Shut up you’re ruining it!” followed with, “Jesus Christ...” “Wow you guys really are very out of sync, aren’t you?” This time both of them spoke at once, “FUCK YOU!” “I figured as much, I guess there is no Contract for me.” The man reached into his jacket, producing the card and ran it through the centre of his mask. The petals came to life, unwrapping from his face and one by one falling to the floor, the moment the final petal hit the ground, the man exploded in a brilliant flash, for a moment the light blasted out before it suddenly shot backwards again focusing in a single space and taking on a whole new form. When the energy had settled, the shape before them was both familiar and completely alien. He had no face, just a twisted 3D baroque patterned orb, he had no arms just huge bat like wings and the rest of his body was a bright blue set of armour patterned as if a massive vine was twirling through it, with every crack leaking out bright energy. “Allow me to introduce myself...” The monster began, but Kwan Dao slammed their weapon on the ground and leant on it. “Don’t care.” They said, followed with, “No, that isn’t heroic!” followed by, “Always with the hero shit...” “How can two people in Contract be so out of sync?” The monster groaned. “The fuck you say?” Kwan Dao growled, spinning the weapon back into an attack position and following it through with a powerful thrust, the Monster evaded by taking to the skies with a powerful flap of its leathery wings but the blade was transient, both energy and physical and as such the space was meaningless and the blade merely continued through it, following the monster into the the sky, the tiniest of movements allowed the blade to cover huge distances without seemingly changing length at all. “So that is your power, huh?” The Monster quizzed, “Well then that would make us natural enemies!” A hideous scream began to bleed through the baroque mass for a head, the scream was powerful enough to throw off Kwan Dao’s unison, causing the Rider form to fluctuate and spasm between the physical and the energy and back again. They screamed out in pain, unstable, vulnerable and crashed to the floor. The Monster studied the fluctuations, timing the moments when Kwan Dao was defenceless as the armour returned to its base energy form and once it had calculated its opening it swooped down, slicing through their defenceless form like a warm knife through butter. “You gotta focus, Shithead.” Bison growled, “Or we are gonna fucking die here.” “It’s my body that will die.” “You die, our Contract terminates. That is the closest thing I get to a death.” “Okay then suggest how we can live, give us a heroic comeback!” “Again with that hero shit?” Bison tutted, “Just focus your damn ears on my voice, your eyes on the battle. It’s that simple.” It wasn’t simple, to Ichijou, but it was simple to Bison and that was enough. Using Bison’s understanding Ichijou nodded, sucked in a deep breath of air and focused. His ears found Bison chanting ‘shithead’ in his mind and soon his cries of shithead were the only thing he could hear, the horrible scream had become just a memory, and then with his eyes he looked through his mind to the battle playing around them, as the Monster was swooping down for a second attack. “NOW!” Bison cried. “HEROIC COMEBACK!” Kwan Dao cried, leaping back into a standing position as their armour once again became steady, physical and shone brilliantly. Most importantly though was the blade, that now burned as if it was a brilliant crimson flame and with a roar of effort they drove it forwards to the Monster who was now wishing it could turn round mid flight but it was too late, the momentum hurled it right into the Crimson Flames, tearing through his flesh and burning his insides. The Monster landed behind them with a thud and a scream of agony, “You’ll still lose the match overall, it isn’t the piece, it’s the player and eventually there will be a Move made and you will no longer be on the board.” It screamed as its whole body was consumed with flames, huge smokeless flames that were every colour but orange and blue, the flames burned bright and huge but within moments they were gone, as was the Monster, with no shred of evidence that they were ever there at all. “Nice job, Ichijou.” Bison said, as Kwan Dao’s armour and weapon returned to their energy state, gathering in a single spot and returning back into the shape Ichijou called Bison as the leather fell away from Ichijou and returned to the card in his hand. “Looks like the hero wins again.” Ichijou beamed, gripping the card, then wincing. “Again with that hero shit?!” Bison moaned.
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08-02-2013, 06:06 PM | #2 |
Big Bad Wolf.
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Chapter Two - Emergence.
The heated seats behind Lily made her uncomfortable, she wanted to remove her hoody but she felt exposed and vulnerable without it, so she pulled her hood tighter around her face, the only reaction she knew. The space around her didn’t make her feel any better, she hated this limousine, the way Boss would sit the opposite side from her. It made her nervous, the huge space between them, and this was one ridiculously long vehicle, she wasn’t even sure what her Boss even truly looked like, always seen on the horizon of the limousine. “Do you know why I get you to crack their masks, Lily?” He asked between nibbles of a slice of pizza. Or maybe cheese on toast, who knows at this distance? Admittedly she didn’t know why they cracked the masks, getting her mind on the topic at hand, so she shook her head, then immediately wondered if he could even see her shake it. “Pizza?” He asked - ah so it was pizza. She shook her head and he shrugged and continued to eat, dropping the limousine in an awkward silence. “Do you know what the Suna are, what they are really, I mean.” He continued, suddenly. It startled her at first, but she quickly composed herself and shook her head in response. “They are us.” He said, plainly, “Well, sort of. Our existence is like a knife, we don’t move through life, we slice right down the middle of it, leaving behind one long trail of destruction. Well, that was simplified, even I don't understand the Quantum Mechanics of it all.” She didn’t really understand, but she nodded. “They exist,” He continued, “Outside of our understanding. Far, far outside of our understanding." That didn't really tell her anything. "They call them Bridges." He continued. "The masks?" He nodded, "They anchor them in our reality, without them reality would kick them right out, like anti-bodies attacking a virus. Of course, once again, I'm simplifying it. Quantum Perception is even more complicated than Quantum Mechanics." He chuckled to himself but said nothing for a while, eating his pizza. Then suddenly as if he just realised where he was he continued, “They use the Contract Cards to safely slip between the two existences, allowing them to access pieces of their powers, even if they can’t access all of it.” She knew all of this, she just didn’t understand it, but she nodded. “But,” He continued, “What they truly need is an anchor that only exists in this world, that way they don't have to worry about tripping and pinging back to their world. Security, isn't that what we all dream of?” “The Riders.” She said to which he nodded. “So then, what does cracking their Bridges do, you are wondering, right?” He seemed to be asking that question to himself rather than her, “It’s like pulling the plug, their existence begins to drain out into ours.” She wasn’t following at all so she simply asked, “And what effect does that have?” and attempted to sound engaged. “Nothing. At least, not at first, but when enough of that collects together, something wonderful happens.” He said that with a point to the window. She followed his finger, placing her face to the glass to see the thunderstorm outside, people dashing in all directions from the pouring rain. “That isn’t lightning.” He said, showing an emotion for the first time, a sick pleasured smile, “It’s Death, it is coming.” “Then?” Lily asked. “Then I will grant your Wish.” That is all she needed. * “Jesus Ichijou, look at you!” By the time Ichijou had returned home, it was almost ten o’clock at night, his face was now turning purple and had only become more swollen and inflamed, his stretched, torn, muddy clothes had been unified by the rain, meshing it into a huge, soaked, dark, mesh as he created a puddle in any spot he stood in too long. He shuffled and winced himself through the door, Ichijou’s sister was pacing backwards and forwards by the door when he first entered, she first screamed when she saw him, followed by a teeth clattering slap and finally a hug and she cried softly against his shoulder while Ichijou merely muttered ‘sorry’. She had made them both mugs of coffee, it was a family thing, to love coffee more akin to mud. While he sipped his bitter coffee Ichijou’s sister had cleaned up his face, he winced through the whole thing and had to battle back a scream when she started to properly disinfect the wounds. “A hero doesn’t scream.” He chanted under his breath, with white knuckles, when it was all over she kissed the top of his head to which Ichijou blushed. “My brave little superhero.” She grinned. Ichijou’s sister never had the same colour hair for long, right now it was black, with the tips tinged with pink, all spiked to one side. She was far from beautiful, but her face was permanently a soft, young, cuteness. “Sorry.” Ichijou said, again. “One day you’re gonna need stitches and then what will I do? I guess I need to join a sewing class...” They both laughed, and like the thunderstorm outside clearing out the humidity, the whole apartment seemed to relax. “Seriously though, Ichijou, I don’t want to do this every day.” his sister sighed, slumping next to him and sipping her own coffee. “I wouldn’t be your superhero if I went and got in fights with bullies...” His sister groaned, “I wouldn’t want you to be fighting regardless.” he knew that much, if he had told her he was a real life superhero, she’d probably kill him, “but why not tell a teacher or something?” she finished. “When have you heard of a superhero running to a teacher?” His sister sighed, “Please, Ichijou, I don’t know what would happen if I lost you, it’s just me and you now, kiddo and I love you.” “And as your superhero I will always protect you.” Ichijou beamed. His sister laughed, reactionary, but quickly her face went sad again, “Is coming home in the middle of the night looking like you’d just come out of a fight with Rocky really protecting me?” If only she knew, all he could say was, “Sorry.” She sighed, “I’m not mad, just tired.” she looked at her watch, “Shoot. Your dinner is in the fridge, should be ready after a few minutes in the microwave. But me well I have to be up in,” she looked at her watch and sighed, “Five hours...so I’m off to bed.” “Sleep well sis.” “Of course.” She smiled, “I have my superhero.” As instructed Ichijou found a chicken and bacon dish in the fridge, he ate half of it cold when he realised just how hungry he was, while he impatiently waited for the rest of it to heat up. Once he’d wolfed that down and followed that with a bowl of cereal, he headed to bed himself, where Bison was waiting on the end of his bed. “Yo.” He said, looking up from the comic he was leafing through. “That issue is really good, huh?” Ichijou smiled. “Not really.” Bison said, “I think all this hero stuff is stupid.” Ichijou laughed but seemed to ignore him, “I loved how all he needed was his friends to trust him again, to win.” “If only it worked like that in the real world...” Ichijou snatched the comic from Bison and slumped on his bed behind him, he’d already read the newest issue enough to have it close to fall apart in his hands, and yet he was still so excited to read it again. First though, he lined up his sidekicks beneath his bedroom lamp and when he was satisfied, he began to read. When he eventually fell asleep, Bison removed the comic from his face and switched off the light, leaving the dark room to be illuminated by the flashes of lightning outside. “Something is very, very wrong.” Bison said softly to himself. * What Ichijou’s comics didn’t explain was just how boring being a superhero ultimately was. The war was still brewing around them, and as such Ichijou’s becoming a Rider had a surprisingly small impact on his life. He still went to school, he still got bullied, he still got told off by his sister, he still held down a steady job at the corner shop to help his sister out with everything and just on odd occasions, he might combine with his masked friend named Bison and fight monsters... It had been almost a month since the first thunderstorm, the storms had grown more and more regular and more and more intense, with each one Bison seemed more and more on edge, until Ichijou would find him looking up at the sky, shaking. It was after one particularly loud clap of thunder that caused his bedroom window to rattle by his face and Bison to clench his fists with all his effort not to jump that Ichijou finally popped the question, “These storms, what do they mean?” Bison didn’t look up when he spoke, he was silent for a long awkward while, Ichijou wondered if the man was asleep or just ignoring him, when he finally said “Death.” “Pardon me?” “From where I come from, they go by the name, roughly translated in your language ‘Reaper’.” He explained, “They are like us - me, my people, only wildly out of control, our masks and Contract Cards stop that happening in this reality.” “Then how?” Ichijou asked, “How can it be here?” “Remember how every creature we have fought has had a cracked mask?” Ichijou hadn’t even really noticed that he had noticed, “Oh yeah, they did have, huh?” “With our masks broken, our essence leaks out into this world, in itself it’s harmless but when enough of it has been localised it will take a shape. And in this world, this world of the physical, the material, I dread to think what deadly form the Reaper will take.” Ichijou had nothing, Bison seemed to suddenly shrink before his eyes, “I’m guessing you’re speaking personally.” was all Ichijou said, immediately hating the response and saying, “Sorry.” For a second Ichijou thought Bison was crying, the way he shook on the end of the bed but then suddenly he said, “This ain’t a fucking romcom!” “Eh?” “We’re superheroes right, we’ll win!” “Hey that is my line...” “I guess this superhero stuff ain’t so bad huh...” Ichijou wasn’t convinced, Bison spoke that as if he didn’t believe a single letter of what he just said but Ichijou nodded with determination anyway. * When the Reaper finally arrived it was without warning, one moment another storm just like any other they’d had over the last month, then the lightning struck, right in the centre of the high street, suddenly everything was burning, but it didn’t stop there. It carried on through the ground, causing the ground to violently shake, windows exploded, buildings cracked, split, fell apart...fell. And yet, that wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was the human reaction, the utter chaos and panic that exploded. People’s own fear only blew up the magnitude of the situation and truly turned the situation into all out carnage. People screamed and scattered as the very ground broke apart and split beneath their feet, people dashed as buildings fell around them, everything burned, things began to explode.... And then it came from beneath the ground. It had no flesh on it at all, it had organs, pulsing with life and fully exposed but it was just a skeleton, it had a jagged bill curving out from its eyeless skull, huge wing bones which defied logic by keep it afloat flapped by its side in slow, methodical beats of power and its tail grew out into one piece of bone as sharp as any blade, which dripped with some foul smelling substance. It let out a sound that came from another world entirely and took flight into the sky, leaving the people below to generate their own hell. Watching from a rooftop just across from where the creature arrived, was a Green Rider - Kamen Rider Crack. He wasn’t nearly as heavily armoured as Kwan Dao, with only gauntlets for his forearms and lower legs, and shoulderpads like something an American Football player would wear, the exposed leather was hidden behind an intricately woven chainmail mesh and the gauntlets and shoulder pads were riddled with spikes. He held out on arm and cracked his whip. “What will happen, if I kill that thing?” He asked. “We are not yet-” a voice returned in his head. “I’m not asking that, I’m asking what would happen.” “You could absorb its power, channel it and wield it, you would be unstoppable.” “Now that is what I wanted to hear!”
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08-04-2013, 09:45 AM | #3 |
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Chapter 3 - The World's First Supervillain.
“You know, when I joined Section X, I still had no idea...this would happen.” Detective Drew Doe sighed into his hot chocolate, before scooping up another pastry crumb from his plate and into his mouth. Doe was in his early forties, he had skin like coal and a face creased with years of forced smiles. “You just thought I was a crazy old man, past his prime, and this was an easy job?” Detective Czech Koenig growled, his voice was thick with an Eastern European accent that Doe could never properly place, the man was a native English speaker but between his impossibly heavy accent and even heavier smoking, most of what he said simply sounded like one long growl. Doe always wondered how a man who had only ever lived in this country, could have an accent that thick. Koenig retired as a detective after surviving a gunshot wound to the face, Koenig wasn’t even angry about it, the guy who shot him had lost everything and had finally snapped, Koenig wore his scar as a reminder of just how unfair the world usually could be. He took the spiritual aspect of this very personally, his survival didn’t turn him to religion exactly but instead to simply take another look at all things that lacked any kind of proof. Any normal Detective would have been laughed at, but Koenig taking a bullet to the face and living made for a great centrepiece of police publicity stunts, so they were quite happy to satisfy whatever needs Koenig had, well the ones they could afford... What that ultimately culminated in, was Section X. Doe had been the first member of the team and as of right now is the only other member of the team than Koenig himself. For five years it was just Koenig in an old, dusty basement chasing ghosts on conspiracy websites, now with all the reports of ‘Kamen Riders’ they had started to take Section X a little more seriously, or at least a fraction more seriously, about the size of the pastry crumb on the end of Doe’s finger. Koenig wanted a chance to use his powers as a Detective to explore the supernatural and he got what he wanted, Doe supposed. “I joined Section X because I believe, just like you, but that doesn’t mean I expected to be chasing superheroes around.” Koenig growled, Doe wasn’t sure if this was an actual growl, or he still hadn’t quite tuned into the man's voice. Section X had no official offices, it had no official anything, so Doe and Koenig spent a majority of the day at a café called Margarine, it was a greasy spoon that made the best sausage rolls Doe had ever tasted, along with the only hot chocolate he ever tasted that actually tasted like chocolate. “Read this, while I go out for a smoke.” Koenig growled, passing a manilla folder across the surface of the table, seemingly not caring about anything that was spilt on it. Doe wanted to jibe at him for smoking, but whenever he did he caught himself looking at the scar tissue that was once the man’s left eye and kept his mouth shut. Doe watched his partner head out the door and flipped open the folder, he was greeted by a red skinned man who was as handsome as he was imposing. “Samuel Monday, huh?” Doe said out loud as he read, the most interesting part of the file was that no one seemed to be able to catch this guy, his actual crimes were largely petty and uninteresting but then he flicked over to the last page where huge chunks of it had been marked over and classified but from the bits and pieces he was able to read, this guy finally got chucked behind bars after getting in a drunken brawl, only to don a high tech suit of armour and break his way back out again, “Kamen Rider...” Koenig stepped out into the rain, it had been a near constant thunderstorm for almost a month now, luckily the fire escape provided the perfect cover to smoke under, however as he turned into the alley, a limousine pulled out of the rain beside him, to which the door swung open. Koenig growled to himself and stepped inside. Beside him was the girl whose name was Lily, always hiding in her hoodie like a turtle in its shell and there at the far end was the Boss, who he wasn’t even sure he could see properly with two working eyes. “Hello Czech.” The boss greeted. “Hello.” Koenig said back. Lily greeted him out of politeness, but didn’t care enough for the man to do anything more. “So, what can you tell me about this new Kamen Rider?” “Not a lot.” He admitted, “A lot of it has already been classified.” “But I’m assuming not all?” Koenig shook his head, “Small time crook, was good at getting away from cops before he made a rookie mistake, they said he fought with a whip, they also said some kind of gas came out of his armour, some kind of hallucinogenic, he killed them all while they were tripping out.” “Brutal.” The boss purred. Koenig nodded. The limousine began to slow down, before the door swung open, “Thank you for your help.” The Boss said. “Thank you for saving me.” Koenig replied, standing to get out. “Oh, one other thing.” The Boss added, “In about a weeks time, I wouldn’t be in the city, if I were you.” * The Reaper made a sound that didn’t belong in this world and dive bombed from out of the clouds, right towards the Earth where Crack was waiting ready. “You were right!” Sam said, “It’s coming right for us!” “I can see that.” “Let’s do this, HallucinoPunish!” The heavy armour around his legs, forearms and chest all began to split and slide open, as it did it unleashed a wall of gas, the Reaper flew right into it and for a moment the two of them were lost in the cloud, within the cloud a struggle could be heard when suddenly Crack went flying out of the gas cloud now pouring over the edge of the rooftop he was once standing on, a chunk of his chest armour had been torn away exposing flesh beneath which was bleeding profusely. For a moment Crack simply fell alongside the side of the building, but he used his whip to swing from the side of the building to the safety of a lower rooftop across from them. “It didn’t work...” Sam said in horror. “And now it is coming right for us...” True enough, from the side of the cloud the Reaper burst free, making that horrible sound and gunned right for them, its jagged bill aimed right at their throat. “No!” Crack screamed, “I will make it big time, I will be the world’s first super villain!” And then, just as he was about to die, a voice screamed, “The hero has arrived! To knock you off the board!” a Red and Gold Rider dropped right onto the creatures bill, wildly swiping at it with some kind of spear whose blade never seemed to ever be the same size twice. Kwan Dao held their weapon aloft, feeling their energy pour into the weapon as the blade burns, before they span it round and drove it into the bill, which cracked under the power but didn’t yet pierce. The creature shook its head and suddenly Kwan Dao touched down on the rooftop beside Crack, skidding painfully across it, stopping just dead of falling off the edge. “Who are you?” Crack asked. “We could ask the same.” Kwan Dao said, standing, composing themselves. “It must be the Reaper.” Crack said. “It provided you the perfect cover.” Kwan Dao said, “Sneaky.” “Unintentional, but useful.” Crack started, but then followed with, “I have no fucking idea what you guys are talking about!” “It happens, don’t worry.” Kwan Dao replied. Suddenly a bright light changed the colour of the world, the two Riders span to see a ball of light like rainbow coloured fire growing between the creatures bill. Crack stood, frozen in fear, but Kwan Dao was a hero, so he went charging right at it. “What the hell are you doing?!” Bison screamed. “We’ve gotta attack, before that thing unleashes its attack.” Ichijou said, “A hero always thinks of the people all around him.” “You’re an idiot.” Just as it seemed the attack was to be unleashed Kwan Dao drove their burning weapon right into the heart of the energy, flooding it with their own, compressing the power, absorbing it, screaming with everything they had, “Superheroic Limit Break!” they roared as they fired the energy back down the creature’s throat, scattering it through the creatures exposed ribcage. “Is it over?” Ichijou panted. “I don’t know, I couldn’t feel it even when it was ‘alive’” Ichijou replied. Then, as if in answer, the creatures bill slammed shut on top of them. Kwan Dao screamed in pure agony, before Ichijou rolled broken out of the creatures mouth onto the rooftop, the driver rolling away from him. “Oh shit.” Crack said, “Hey kid, are you dead?!” “No, he ain’t dead.” Bison said, taking his human form, “I took the brunt of that damage for him.” “But as such, you’re going to need time to recover.” Crack said. “You guys are fucking idiots, drawing the Reaper to you like this.” Bison spat. “You were the one who jumped right into the creatures attack!” “And it worked, didn’t it? We just overestimated just how powerful that attack was...” “Well now what?!” Crack whimpered. Bison shrugged and scooped Ichijou up, “You fight him.” And began to walk towards the edge of the building. “You can’t leave us!” “Watch me.” Bison growled, but then something gripped his arm. “We are heroes, we don’t leave anyone behind.” Bison looked down to see Ichijou beaming up at him, even as blood ran down his face. Ichijou dropped to the ground and threw the Driver around his waist, “Let’s save the day.” “I need time to recuperate, I took so much damage to avoid getting you killed.” “Then rely on my power for once, Bison.” Ichijou smiled. Bison crossed his arms, “You’re insane.” Ichijou laughed, “I’m just a hero.” “Fine, but if you die I’m gonna be so pissed!” “Henshin!” Ichijou cried, swiping the card through the top of the Driver with a brilliant flash and surge of energy, as he did the card began to glow bright in his outstretched hands and shot out before him, Ichijou limped through it like a doorway, coming out the other side not looking too different than millions of others on their motorbikes. However as the leather wrapped around his body, it was like all his pain elevated, he straightened out and stood tall. “Heh...” Bison said as he began to float up into the air and glow, soon all Bison was was a mass of crimson energy that slowly began to rebuild itself into an entirely new shape, a weapon. “Engage, Contract!” Ichijou commanded as Bison flew into his outstretched hands. Ichijou gripped his hands around the staff and as he did red energy began to surge out from it, bleeding over his suit, “Kamen Rider, Kwan Dao!” Bison and Ichijou said at once, forming an entirely new voice. Together they twirled the Kwan Dao, resting it on their shoulder, “It’s time for round two! The hero is going to save the day!” “These guys are nuts...” Sam said. “But it is in our best interests to help them.” “Agreed.” “Hey!” Crack said, as Kwan Dao stood next to them, “Need some help?” “Let’s do this!” They said. Crack twirled his whip around Kwan Dao as Kwan Dao held their weapon out. “This reminds me of an anime I watched once.” Crack said, before he yanked sending Kwan Dao twirling through the air at the creature, like the worlds most deadliest spinning top.
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