[Sentai]

The Following Story, though it follows the Guidelines set forth by Kickback, might be disturbing to some readers.

You've Been Warned.

[Sentai]

Guyver: Re:Birth

Forget to Remember

The rain just continued to come down. She had hopes when she crawled out of bed, after she’d gotten her shower, and after many pancakes were enjoyed, that maybe the rain might stop. Enough she could walk to work anyway. But no such luck. Pants were slid on, an old anime printed tee was slipped over, and Converse All-Stars were tied. Leaving her to grab a piece of toast in her mouth, and snatching her vintage bomber jacket on the way out the door.
Least she was dry and safe inside her Old Jeep on the way to work. Usually she would've taken the bike, but not with this rain coming down harder now than she remembered when she first woke up. It was getting worse.. perfect. Must be bad, there wasn't anyone else on the roads except her. Yea, this was classic small town Texas. But still. You'd think there would've been someone heading somewhere. There weren't even the big trucks heading through town on their way to Dallas. And she should've been paying attention to the road..
Her eyes snapped forward when she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. Reflex sunk in. Her foot slammed onto the brakes, her hands gripping the wheel violently turned it away.. And the world slid into slow motion. The Jeep going onto two wheels, the violently spinning rear tire coming within inches of the Dog cowering and frozen stiff, and then the world sped up once again. The Cherokee smacked against it's side, sliding along the wet street while the woman inside held onto the wheel tight.
She was alive. She had to be alive, she doubted being dead hurt this much. Selena took a single deep breath and unhooked the belt. And more pain.. She fell straight through the driver's compartment and slammed her shoulder into the passenger door.. and the asphalt it was now resting against. That hurt just as much as she thought it might. But she could move now. Crawling her way back towards whatever strange direction up was, using her now only good shoulder to press against the door until it flung open. .. And the Collie, the one she almost hit that started this whole mess, was just sitting there. On the sidewalk. Watching her with her pink tongue just hanging out like nothing at all was wrong with this scene. “... You could be more grateful... Alot of people in this town wouldn’t have swerved..” An excited bark was her only response. ... Well, not her only response.
Selena’s blue eyes widened when she watched as the Collie began changing. How hard had she struck her head?! It was bleeding but.. Selene watched in absolute horror, and so much confusion, as the Collie’s bones broke and reshaped. Muscles tore with sickening sounds and reformed themselves as the beast grew.. Becoming some sort of upright standing Beastial of an animal she'd never seen before.. And there were more of them! Species of dogs, cats, rats, spilling out of the alleyways and storefronts like one of those classic B zombie movies she liked watching. "... Halloween a little early, guys?"
They were coming closer. She didn't know what they were, but them coming closer couldn't be good! Groaning, straining against the pain in her entire body from the accident, Selena put those years of high school gymnastics to the test and lifted herself out of her car using her arms alone. Least her legs still worked.. They hurt, and when she saw the gash running along her thigh she knew why. But she could run. Each one of them turned and followed her movements like some perverse dance as she made a break for the nearby alley.
She knew where she was. Tom's Music Trade was off to her left, meaning Minnie's Diner was to the right. And Bob's Tool's was across the street. So she crashed off Duncan and Anderson somewhere near her Clinic. A mile from her clinic, but a mile she could do. She just needed to stay off the streets and away from.. whatever the hell those things were! She could hear them behind her, but they were moving to slowly. Which meant they were chasing her. They were corralling her maybe? Or just playing with her before they ate her alive... My Selena, there was a pleasant thought. She guessed thinking they were all guys in rubber suits was asking a little much..
Pressing her back firm against the brick wall of Minnie’s, Selena took a sharp intake of breath. Feeling along her right side she confirmed what she was hoping she was imagining.. two broken ribs, and atleast three more cracked. Head wound, thigh wound, and now broken ribs. She had the trifecta of Auto Accident Injuries. Pick It Up! .. And now she was hearing voices?! Looking around, she thought it might be one of those animals tracking her down.. But there wasn’t anyone around her! “... Okay, so now we’re hallucinating. Couldn’t you atleast be Brad Pitt or something?” Pick It Up Or You’re Dead! ... Pick what up?! She began looking around, and when she saw it.. She suddenly knew she wasn’t hallucinating anymore. It looked like it might’ve been from the movie Alien. Slick, almost an oval shape. Sickingly glistening from the rains still pounding down, with what looked like a great silver eye in the center. .. Had to be whatever the voice meant.. “.. Okay.. I’m being chased by rabid upright walking animals... Listening to the loud voice in my head strangely isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve done today.”
The instant Selena picked up the device her mind was flooded with images. Words she didn’t know the meanings to. The creatures, Zoanoids, Kronos, Guyver! “Guyver..” The creatures closed in upon the sounds emerging from the alley, the bright lights flashing from within casting shadows of what might be happening within. Clothes being shredded, armor being formed, a new weapon being born! The loud hiss of air escaping was only the warning. The creature within the alley moved with blinding speed. Rushing from the darkness to grip the Collie which had taken delight in the accident around it’s slender neck. Lifting the bio creature from off it’s kicking feet.
The Armored Creation took a feminine shape. Slender feminine proportions wrapped in silver armor which looked almost like natural muscle, augmented with machinery. There were blades within her forearms aimed backward along the slope of her arms, three of those silver eyes swiftly moving within her helmet. But soon all three snapped forward. Focusing completely upon the creature she held.. Staring at it, staring through it, two crimson eyes suddenly came to life in the helmet of the Bio Booster Armor. A hiss of air escaping the nozzles on either side of the faceplate. The Guyver had woken! “Bad Dog.”
All the creature could do was release a single whimper. The Guyver’s movement were fluid, like the gentle pull of the bow across the violin. The Collie was dropped, the blades extended from within the Armor’s arms backward, and both arms were brought together infront of her... Slicing both blades through the creature, bisecting it easily as a sharp blade through a roast. Blood sprayed, coating the armor as it coldly turned towards the other creatures now standing stunned.
The two halves of the Collie struck the ground and the Guyver was just a blur of movement. The Beasts all cried out in turn as Guyver ran between them, slashing through one after another. And when the Armor stopped, the blades retracted back into her arms, each one erupted in fountains of blood and gore. ... But just as sudden as it all happened it all came to an end. The armor peeled from off her skin and Selena crumpled onto the cold wet ground. Alone, naked, and the rain just kept falling.

[Sentai]

Guyver Re:Birth

Ghost Opera

She had to be alive. She couldn't imagine dead people had this bad of a headache. From the pain she could only guess what she hoped was some dream brought on by to many bad movies, to much warm beer, and bad microwave burritos, was all to real. She could barely remember anything after touching that strange pod. Flashes of violence, blood spraying like a fanned fountain, and strength. Such strength... Hold on one second. She remembered something else.. When she collapsed on the ground she had the real sense she was naked, in the rain... naked. So where was.. she .. now...
Bolting upright on the stage, Selena clung the sheer sheet against her body. Wide green eyes scanning the gathered crowds.. And she had a very real hope she was dreaming. Ha Ha, you went to school in your underwear. Wake up now, Please.. Wonderful. There was a Priest. Black Robes, White Collar, what else would he be? And what looked like nearly one third of the town. “.... Did we all come to see the naked girl, or is there a party no one told me about..”
The Priest.. Daniel. That was his name. Daniel Howle, he just took over the old School House and was using it as a Mission. Which was probably were they were now. “Do you remember anything, Child?” Remember anything.. Could they’ve seen her become whatever that was? “Just flashes.. Why, what happened? And why is everyone huddled in here?” It was in her eyes that she remembered more than she was letting on. But if Howle saw, he wasn’t letting on. Points for him. “I’ll start from the beginning, Selena. Last night those creatures came into town. They slaughtered through nearly half before we decided to huddle here, make a stand. We lost contact with the Police, we don’t know if any survived. We were searching for food when we saw your.. change. We brought you here in the hopes you haven’t become a demon, and would help us.”
Demon? No she hadn't become a demon that she knew of. You know, aside from growing armor out of her skin and ripping animal monsters in half. Other than that. "I'll do what I can, Padre. But I don't know exactly what happened yesterday. I sure as shit don't know how to call on it again." Something about that tasted like a lie. Did she know how to call on the power again? Maybe it was riding a bike. Once you did it you just did it without thinking about doing it. "Where did they come from exactly?"
No one seemed to have an answer for that. Her next question was going to be where were her clothes, but then she remembered that nifty new armor tore them all off. Pervy armor, if you asked her. Thankfully one of the girls nearby brought her some clothes, while holding up a sheet so she could change in some privacy. She thought she knew her.. Oh right, the little blonde thing that slung grease at the Diner. The sweatshirt was a little big, but a quick push of the sleeves over her elbows solved that. Least the jeans fit. Thanking her for the help, Selena folded her arms against her modest chest and finally stood. "Where are they now?" The Priest nodded her off towards the door. "Right outside, Child. They've been circling since we saved you."
Selena's brows knit. She put these people in danger. She was unconscious at the time, and didn't have a choice where they brought her, but that wasn't an excuse. Not one that worked for her. She picked up the Pod, she gave into the power, this was her fault. Just was. “Keep everyone inside, Padre. And say a prayer. I have the feeling I’m about to do alot of Sinning..”

The Doors of the Mission opened, and as Selena stepped through they closed shut tight behind her. Good. They locked the door. “Alright.. Obviously you want me, here I is.” Ask and ye shall receive, she guessed. They walked out slowly from the doors of destroyed businesses, out of abandoned cars, and some out trashcans and alleyways. And each one was uglier than the last. So twisted they didn’t even resemble the animals they had come from, if they really did come from animals. There were about twenty five of them, by her count. She could do this. But she wanted answers first.. ‘So look. You... Zoa-Whatevers. Why are you killing these people, why are you here, and what the hell is a Kronos?”
Growl. Okay, she was kind of hoping for a better answer than snarling and drooling. But what can you do. "Fine. I'll get answers later." Please.. I need you.. Selena's arms raised against her chest, her hands clenched so tight her knuckles had become stark white.. "PLEASE!" Throwing down her arms her blue eyes flung open. Erupting from the small wound in the base of her spine came what she had hoped for. Armor wrapped around her feet, snapping into her lower legs, becoming one with her thighs and waist. Slipping over her stomach, and sliding over her arms and chest. And the final piece. The helmet clasped over her head with an angry hiss of air escaping the nozzles on either side of the mask over her mouth. "Evolution." The single word brought about so much change. The blades at her elbows sunk into her new bio-flesh, ripping free along her wrist. Becoming two serrated blades following the slope from her arm, over her hands. The once pale green insectoid armor turned a hue of crimson with black between the segmented pieces of armor. Leaving a hole open along the base of her skull, letting her long black hair free. Long black hair which now slowly became brilliant blazing red from root to tip. This was Selena's complete symbiosis with the Bio-Booster. This was the Guyver. “Die.”

The carnage began after the single word was spoken. Glistening, slick, white blades extended from her wrists. The tips skidded along the pavement has she ran. Sending twin tails of sparks behind her, only stopping when she brought the blades up to cross before her. The Guyver slid herself to a stop after running between two Zoanoids Rain pouring down over their bodies the monsters turned towards the girl now behind them. And were only able to take a single step before their bodies split straight down the middle, sending two crimson fountains of blood skyward against the rain falling. Like the four halves of their bodies now did against the ground.
Guyver slowly stood. Taking her time as she walked for the next. Seductively walking, one foot before the next as though balancing along the beam, keeping her attention full upon the biggest of the gathered creatures. A massive brute who had taken his shape from a proud Rhino. Muscle, and hate, and a single horn stained with blood upon his nose. Other Zoanoids tried blocking her path. Poor Creatures. Each one who attempted to attack her were met by blades through their hearts, casual slices through their necks to send their heads tumbling off without a body, and eviscerations without a second thought. “You. You are going to tell me what is happening. And I am sorry, so very sorry. But I am going to hurt you.” The massive brute rolled his shoulders, releasing a laugh so deep the ground beneath him trembled.

The doors of the Church slowly opened once the sounds of carnage, and blood, and violence had ended. The people within getting their first glimpse of the war waged just outside of their sanctuary. And among the pools of blood, the bodies strewn across the once peaceful small town, and the rain still falling. Was Selena. No, not Selena. There stood The Guyver. Her armor had retracted the helmet, keeping her body covered otherwise. Letting the rain wash away the blood, and other bodily fluids, which had gathered from her battle. “Padre. I’ve sinned.. alot. And I’m sorry, but I’m going to have sin more. Gather everyone you can into whatever cars are still able to drive. We need to abandon the town and head for the mountains.. Something bad is coming.”