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fanfiction site. Yoshiki Takaya is the creator of the origional Guyver. He and
he alone holds all official rites to the Guyver. The purpose of this site is to
pay tribute to the Guyver work of Takaya, and by no meens is meant to offend
anyone.
Please enjoy, but be warned... even though this is only a
fanfiction, it is copyrighted in order to prevent unauthorized publication.. For
those that don't understand why this is copyrighted.. it is because I know of
individuals that have tried to publish works that already exist, and so I'm
using a preventative measure.
Young
Guyver
a fanfic by Dave Laenen
CopyRight
2001
Prologue:
1967
It was dark down here. They're lowering him down on a winch into the shaft.
Aside from the lamp on his helmet, the only light is the circle of sunshine at
the surface.
"Damn", he thought, "this heat is barely worth a fifty
dollar bet" The itching fibers of the rope scratch into his skin, he's hanging
from it as they lower him down and it's almost cutting into his circulation just
below the arms. The air smells like dust, "the least they could do is get a fan
blowing a breeze down here".
He looks down and he finally sees bottom,
within three feet. A few seconds and he's touching ground. He shouts up the
narrow shaft, "No More", and they stop lowering rope.
He kneels down
with barely enough room to stretch his arms out to check the floor. "If I can
find the pick head he lost I could pawn it and get a bit extra on top a' the
fifty". He takes off his glove and feels the floor... "It is like raw hide.. ?
What kinda bedrock layer is soft like this?"
He puts his glove back on
and grabs his own pick from his belt. He strikes it into the ground expecting to
crack the rock or loosen some dirt or something... but instead rips into the
leather surface and puss puddles out. "Ok, I lost the bet, it's not what we
thought. We've got an oil patch?". A grin slowly grows on his face... "the guys
pick head probably got stuck and fell off when he tried to pull it out...". He
stands up and raises his boot... Hoping to make the hole bigger so he can easily
find the pick head, he slams down with his boot as hard as he can!
In
only a second he Realizes the Fire of Pain! It feels as though an Inferno is
sending Streaks of Flame up his Entire body! "AAAAAuuuugggghhhh!!!!" He Jumps
Almost Five Feet up the Shaft to Pull his foot out the Hole! When he lands the
pain doesn't end... just above his ankle is all that's left, his foot is gone.
From fear he can barely get a breath, as though his chest is too weak.. to
nervous to breathe. "..help..", he try's to even speak it. With another
sensation of pain, "My Foot!!"
At The Surface:
The construction crew stands around the opening of the shaft. One man starts
cranking the winch to pull their man back up. They just laugh at him, "He
probably speared his foot with the pick, what'a moron".
The bearded guy
grins, "How much you wanna bet he cut the whole thing off?".
The foreman
walks back into the group. "Stop laughing about it now. Just get the guy up so
we can bandage him. Charlie, grab some gauze".
"Yes sir"
The man
from the shaft, his head emerges at the surface. He's all slumped into the winch
rope, unconscious and turning pale blue. The laughter of the crew stops, they
stop talking altogether... They pull him up to his knees and the blood is just
streaming from his ankle, there is no foot left!
"oh god", the foreman,
Derek steps closer to look at his man, "Constanzas...". Adrenaline and urgency
then pump through him, he takes charge! "Come on! Get a knot around that thing,
Stop the Damn bleeding!".
"Yes Sir", they pull him out and lay him on
the open ground. Everyone in this pit seems to be tending to him.
Derek
thinks of his next action... a major accident just after the owner made some
ceremony testifying how the hick towns first University will bring prosperity
and wealth to the people. The papers are definitely gonna try some sorta "swing"
on this. This is trouble, and the big boss will surely want to cover his ass. To
his assistant, "Get Mr. Cartiger on the phone".
"Right away sir"
He then flags down the group. Most are just standing there now...
staring while a few try to tie off Constanzas' leg to stop the bleeding. "I need
to know what happened down there, I need someone to volunteer to go down the
shaft". They stare back at him, hoping not to be picked.
----O----
Three Hours Later:
A
limousine pulls to the pit. A man in a suit that is very expensive steps out.
Foreman Derek Atchinson quickly trots up to greet him, almost bowing his head on
command. "Mr. Cartiger, I thought it was best to let you know exactly what's
happening here"
"I don't care about any minor injury's Atchinson. I
don't care about bad press from a two bit newspaper either. It's not like their
gonna hit me hard in the wallet anyway".
"Sorry Sir, but you've Gotta
see this".
"What's so special about some work accident that I've gotta
see it?"
He pauses for a moment, searching for the best words...
"there's no way to explain it, it is better just to show you".
"This had
better be good, good enough to take me out of a seventy five dollar dinner". Mr.
Cartiger walks down the pit with foreman Atchinson.
"We were drilling
shafts down to the bedrock so we could pour the concrete support columns... but
when we sent someone down for an inspection they said we didn't hit bedrock
yet... the survey said it was the proper depth, so we sent another man down...
but when he came back up..." They get to the opening of the shaft, where the men
have rigged up an open cage platform to a motor. Atchinson steps onto the cage
platform and gestures to his boss... "sir, you've gotta see this".
The
sun is setting, and they lower into the shaft with battery lamps flooding the
inside. Neither man says anything as they descend the seventy five feet down. At
the bottom the men have dug a small enclosure for them, almost five feet across,
and lights make it as shadowy as a camp fire in a cave.
Derek Atchinson
kneels down to the floor, afraid to actually touch it with his bare hand, "this
is what we thought was bedrock sir... but when we tried to dig into it... it
bleeds acid".
"What?"
"It bleeds acid sir... When we dug out the
rest of this floor in the light, we could see scars before they healed really
fast... and our shovels, their edges corroded away really fast".
Cartiger's eyes forcefully knife into Derek, "Is This some kind of
stunt?".
"No sir"... he takes out a spade and stabs it into the leather
ground... it bleeds and pusses, and when Derek lifts it up, a seam line shows
where the acid has taken away the blade.
Cartiger's anger drops and he
quickly shows intense interest, "What is this? This thing that we're standing
on?"
"We don't know sir. We've checked the other pillar shafts, and none
of them have bedrock like this... we think it's alive".
"This... this is
important. How many people know about this? The creature?"
Derek looks
back with worry, "only the five guys that dug out the rest of this floor... and
the two guys that I sent down to check it out in the first place..."
"I... want this.... ", Cartiger plots to himself for only a few seconds,
"Our construction plans have just changed. I want to know everything about this
thing, and I want to be the only one that knows it. Do you understand me?"
His fear begins to make him almost shiver, "Yes Sir".
Cartiger
steps back onto the cage platform, and they begin to ascend up to the dark
surface. "I'm going to bring in another crew for you, your going to build your
pillar around that thing, and I'm going to have some analyst or something
examine it for me".
"I'll... get the blueprints drawn up for it..".
"Do it personally Atchinson. I mean it".
"I might have to bring
a couple people in on this, it could be a bigger project than I can handle".
"You can bring in Only what's necessary. I don't want this to look like
anything other than a University. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir"
The lift cage stops at the surface. The sky is black in the night.
Cartiger's personal men meet him as he steps off. "Those men that you said know
about this... how much cash will it take to keep them quiet?".
"Most uh'
those guys are good men sir. If they're working for you, they can keep your
secret", Derek's forty year old temple begins to pulse... "but Constanzas...
that Thing down there took his foot off. He was bleeding pretty bad, he's not in
to good shape. He's got family, a wife and four kids back in Calgary... No
amount of money is gonna keep this a secret from them".
Cartiger stops,
"I see. This man here works personally for me..", A big tall guy in a suit steps
forward, "he takes care of my security issues. Where is Mr. Constanzas now?""
"We have him in the trailer, their wrapping him up to take him across
the river to town".
"Bellmont, if this Constanzas doesn't pull through,
then I want his family to receive a nice pension"
The big guy answers,
"Yes sir, I see".
"Don't look so down foreman Atchinson, you've just
been promoted. Your now in charge of my little project. You've now got a full
time job. Take Mr. Bellmont to see this Constanzas".
Derek looks at the
big guy, Bellmont, and sees the roughness in his eye's, and the shoulders strain
through his suit as the muscle bulges. "this way".
----O----
Inside the trailer, Derek tells the nurse
at Constanzas side to go away. Constanzas lies there awake now, still in shock.
Derek is by Constanzas' side, and puts his hand on the other's shoulder...
"Rodney, you feeling okay pal... everything all right with you?"
"my..
my foot? I can feel it.. but.. it's bleeding. It's still bleeding. I can feel
it. I just went for the pick head, but now my foot... my.. it's still..
bleeding".
"Rod, I've got a job for you now. It'll set you and your
family up for life. You just can't tell anyone about this. Do you understand me
pal? You can still work for me in the new company"
"my.. my foot. I've
gotta talk to a doctor... It's still bleeding"
"We'll get you to a
doctor pal, but you can't tell anyone what happened down there".
"it's..
it's still bleeding. it's still bleeding. I've gotta talk to a doctor"
Bellmont kneels down beside Constanzas, "Everything is going to be all
right. I just need you to turn over onto your stomach and I'll get your foot to
stop bleeding".
"doctor.. it's still bleeding doctor..."
Derek
Atchinson's eye's Shoot straight at Bellmont, "You Can't Kill Him! He Was a Good
Man Just Doing His Job!"
"If Mr. Cartiger is paying us to keep a secret,
then No one is going to find out. Do I make myself clear Atchinson?"
"But you can't kill a good man".
"Listen... Derek, you and I are
going to be working for Mr. Cartiger for a very long time. Quite frankly, I
don't know what you found down in that hole, and I don't give a damn, but as
long as I'm paid to keep it a secret, then you, and every ass on our payroll is
going to keep their fat lips shut. Do you understand me Atchinson?".
Bellmont holds a small revolver in his hand. Derek stares at it for a
long time.
"...doctor... it's still bleeding... it's still... my foot...
it's still bleeding".
"Rodney, let's get you onto your stomach now, this
Bellmont guy is going to help you out. he's gonna make the bleeding stop".
Derek turns Rodney onto his stomach. Bellmont grabs a jacket from the
chair beside him, and starts wrapping it around his hand, around his gun. Then
he points it directly at the back of Rodney's head.
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