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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

Chapter Eleven: Dreaming Memories of Love Long Dead


The walls in the dark room are made of Shadows. What light that enters falls upon his face; the little of it that remains exposed. Chris Penner lies trembling in his dreams. Many people doubt he could comprehend when they told him a guard would be standing at his door. Still they told him, if only to loose themselves in caring for the weak. Chris lies there; his heart races with the Ougaba toh mask gripping his skull. Lost in his trembling dreams, the drool slides down his cheek.



----O----


Chris stands in the empty open... the dream begins again.

The mountains are primitive; vines and jungle. He has the beard and muscle of the cave man that he is... but he is also himself, clean shaven and wearing his own clothes. In dream he is confused. In dream he isn't wearing the Ougaba toh.

He stands at the edge of the tribal camp and looks back into it. For a moment it is a suburbanite street; then the ground is set in a circle, with a flame beginning to be lit. Strange savages are grooming themselves... warriors being anointed with oil for the Sacrifice. His brother Arhmon calls out to him, "Asak.. come, help me fit the adornments", and Chris steps over to sit with the strange man. "Gakeega to burn the hair from my face.. if it would not be to lunkara to ask of you?"

Chris dips his hand in the mud, "not at all brother", then takes the fire crystal from the small pit before them. The fire crystal glows, and the mud protects his hand from the heat. He moves the sharp edge of the crystal towards his brothers still face.

Arhmon's lips barely move as he speaks, "I can do this to you next if you like"

Chris is the caveman. "I am a hunter Arhmon, A beard destala in the way of battle, but not a hunt. The Creators nogtha this to grow, and I do with pride" Sculpting the fire crystal Over his brothers skin.. never touching or burning it. The short whiskers melt like plastic thrown into a camp fire; and Chris smells it as such.

"Asak... older brother... if the Creator's are pleased they will grant us greater strength.. Greater Gifts!"

For a moment, Chris is sitting in his back yard. He relaxes in the lawn chair, a beer in his hand. To him this is paradise, doing nothing all day. Then he is back as the Cave man, "I am not greedy Arhmon. I am happy with what I've got"

Malmora passes by... Instantly Chris's Hand is Clutched! "Careful brother... I wouldn't want my face to be scared because you were 'distracted'"

Regaining his hand and pulling away the crystal, "Sorry Arhmon. The creators tribute has me nervous" Chris glances to the slender Malmora before continuing the whiskers.

A smile cracks in Arhmon's lips, "yes; the creators indeed" The dream flashes, and Chris is in the car with his Dad Proudly smiling upon him. The car is gone, and he moves his hand to take away the next piece of hair from Arhmon's face. "I think you should talk to her... tell her of your love. Before I tell her of mine"

----O----


The room is Completely Dark... the guard at the door is unconscious, his head buried in the floor. AD-2 stands over Chris with her eyes glowing. " ...I'm curious... Just What is it You are dreaming ?" Light reaches from the circle slit in her metal.. the beam connects from her forehead metal to his.

----O----


The dream continues.
Even half buried under earth, The Great womb of the Creators is before them like a wall to the sky. To touch the great egg is to run your hands across incorruptible animal flesh. It is the voice of the tribes god, a voice they have not heard in generations. Precise in every detail of ceremony the people prepare. They long to hear it's voice again.

Chris stands among the hunters of the circle; skilled men with labored and callused hands. He stands holding his blue fishing rod, hoping the gods will take a photo of his latest trophy catch. A small scrap of pig fat dangles down the pole like snot; he tears it off his sacrifice and flings it into the bushes behind them. The torches around the ceremony circle burn and the drums beat. Through reeds children play music for the spoiled virgins to dance. The heat and smoke is so thick it almost darkens the day sky to black, letting little light peer over the open line of trees and vine. Chris is Asak, both of them stare at the small of Malmora's back as she dances. When the Drums beat Faster, the girls and Women shake. Asak's heart Races with the Rhythm, his eyes Glued to every Spin and twirl Malmora makes. The Music will soon stop, and the women will present their furtility before the creators with a man of the tribe. Like Musical Chairs, the Dancing turns inside the circle, and Chris Impatiently Awaits Malmora to stand in front of Him. His Wish is granted... her belly teases against his. Asak looks into Malmora's eyes, And sees her pride and arrogance over him. The Music is About to Stop, But it's Still Too Fast! Malmora Continues Around the Circle, And with The Final Bash of the Drum... she kneels at the legs of a young warrior. Chris is Asak, the newbie at the university and the caveman; the pit clenches in their stomach and throat. Arhmon, the brother, simply smiles.

A gray haired man walks up to the altar of fire and faces the wall of the creator flesh. Among the tribal leader's anointing of oils and tattoos, a shroud of bear skin wraps around and masks him. "Diiing Jat' katou nat' ehhh...", the old man bows, and extends his hand into the fire to prove his faith, "Uranohs... nogtha mok uhn ta..." The Ground Shakes! People Are Rattled off Their Feet! The Flesh of the Great Creator Womb then Folds like waves of the Ocean! all is then silent... and people stare at the idle of their gods in awe.

A Voice of Thunder is Heard Among them! "Our Children.. Step forth" Terror strickens even the Warriors. The people dread receiving what they have long awaited for, their creators speak and ask for them. The voice is Louder, "Step Forth our Children... ", With Anger it Painfully Vibrates in Everyone's skull! Everyone is lying on the ground in agony... Chris then sees the young warrior aside Malmora stand.. and kneel before the altar of fire. The flames wither, and the creators speak peacefully again, "You endure us, and please us. We have for this tribe a gift, the strong of you will become it"

This is the ceremony that has not been experienced in generations. The Young warrior turns to face the tribe; Malmora stares at him with hungry eyes... And Asak is Chris, he Holds his Rage! The Young Warrior that stands before the creators, that stands to fight in strength his entire tribe, that stands with the eyes of Malmora devouring him, is Arhmon... Asak's brother; and Arhmon slyly smiles at Malmora's gaze.

The hunters, already low to the ground, scurry back with the women; the warriors rise for their turn with Arhmon. "GahhhmBaahht!", Chris Screams! His Fists clench with fire when he stands, and he approaches forward, "It is Hunters that we came from, and Hunters that the 'Gifts' were bestowed upon. Only 'Later' came the Warriors", His Eyes Burn into his Brother, "I shall have my challenge first"

----O----


The Beam of Light Between AD-2 and Chris Penner Sparks! She falls back in shock... Rubbing her head, "This is a strange dream you're having", she rises to Chris' side, "tell me, is any of it real?"

Chris bleeds from his nose, " ..it is happening... oumatoh kun ta.. "

"But these are Cave men... ", she looks at him with wide eyes, "This is the Past! How can you be remembering something from that long ago? From somebody else's life?"

" ..Ougaba toh.. ", his words are almost slurred by drool. AD-2 then rises her head over his, and their connection of light and thought between metal continues.

----O----


This Dream is Chris' Memory.
Chris and Vanessa sit next to each other on the couch. It is an after work party, everyone from the graveyard shift of the burger joint is here. The music is blaring downstairs, drowning out the television the people of this room blankly stare at. Blue shadows flicker between the commercials; everything is so loud and dark that Chris feels almost alone with Vanessa. In one hand he holds his beer, the other he slides onto Vanessa's leg.

She pulls back, "Not now Chris" He tries whispering in her ear, but she pulls away and leaves for the music downstairs.

He's alone on the couch, like Asak standing in the Night field. He is Dreaming, and he knows he will find them in each other's arms; but it hasn't happened yet. He walks down the steps, jealous. In the other room he can hear people laughing and talking as they mix drinks in the kitchen. Like peering over the brush in a hunt, Chris glances into the Basement living room. He turns away from the loud music and black lights; the people dancing and drinking cat call as he ignores their invitations. The door of the bedroom before him is almost closed, the bright light floods through it's crack. Her voice is heard as the door is slowly pressed forward, " ...We shouldn't be doing this"

"Do you want me to stop?", it is betrayal of a friend as the words come from Derek's mouth.

" ...No", she says. The Pit Churns in his stomach, and he holds back the tears of Anger. Finally the Door is Open All the Way... Chris can See Them standing in Each other's Arms, the hand of his Friend is up the Back of Vanessa's Shirt! They stare back at him. The Venom Makes Chris turn and Storm for his Car. In the Drive way Chris Reaches into his Pocket for car keys, almost dizzily Falling onto the Pavement. Vanessa is dressed in Malmora's skins, and Runs after him from the Door of the House. Screaming at him, "Where do you Think You're Going?!"

Turning, his back hand swings in the empty air, "Fuck Off Bitch! I'm Going Home!"

"You're Drunk Chris, You're not Driving Any Where!"

"So What am I supposed to Do!? Stay Here While My Girl friend and so called 'Buddy' Get it on Right Under my Nose?" His Fists Tighten, He can't decide whether to strike or strangle her. "What?! Am I Supposed to be Stupid.. Pretend I don't know What's Going on between the Two of you!?"

"It's Over Chris. Don't you get it? I Don't wanna be with you any more"

"He is Chris, and he sees Vanessa kneeling before his Caveman Brother. Every Muscle was Strained... And Now the life ebbs away. He is empty, in the stomach, in the grip and veins of his hands, and in his eyes, the coldness of space echoes. Then, Where the Emptiness meets flesh the Stinging pain Rises Into Ferocity! "How could You Do This to Me!", With his Hands in Fists Again a tear streams down his face, "How Could you Cheat on Me with Another Guy!"

Vanessa Screams Back, "I'm Only Sixteen Chris! Did You Honestly Think I was Going to Pick a Husband While I'm This Young? Did You think I was Going to Stay with One Man for the Rest of my life?!" She pauses to let him glare. With the Corner of her Eye She sees Derek Standing behind her; her Next words are Calm and deliberate, "You weren't even that good"

His Hand Grips her Throat, "You Ruined Me! I Hadn't Been With Anyone Before, And You Made Me Waste Myself on You!" Derek Pulls Chris Off Vanessa. Chris' Fist Swings...

----O----


...And Connects with Arhmon's Jaw! The Dream is now of Two Cave man brothers Fighting to become the Champions of their Creators. To be Champions, they Fight for the favor of the gods... and between them, the favor of Malmora. They are Encircled by the Tribe; Fighting before the Wall of the Creators Womb. The two Brothers circle Around each other. Arhmon sneers, "What's the Matter Asak? You kohshul her, So Fight me for her. Or are you Doing this as greater Mahntah for our Gods?" Arhmon's eyes Divert to the young Malmora, "If she doesn't choose you, at Least I can Lend her to you as a favor from time to time"

Chris as Asak Charges Towards Arhmon! The Warrior Brother Grabs Asak by his Long Hair, and drags him to Crash into the Dirt. Asak is Pinned... the skilled Warrior sitting on his Chest. Asak struggles... Violently trying to shake loose. Arhmon Laughs. Asak looks up and Grits through his Teeth, "I'm not Giving Up... You Can't Have Malmora", Asak's hand slides Through the dirt searching, "She will kavusk Me!" Asak Grips a Stone, and Uses it to Strike his Brother Off!

Arhmon is Stumbling Back, Cradling his Pierced Shoulder. He shouts for all to Hear, "That Is Not The Way! The Champion of our Creators is Chosen from Eakeetohna; NoT 'Stones' That can Be Hurled at One Another!"

The Tribe clamors as the Creator Womb Rumbles with It's voice... "Your game is Changed; Two Champions will be chosen" The tribes people shudder, cowering under the booming voice. Arhmon alone stands before their gods. The skin of the Womb then stretches and twists; revealing two fists of crystal, set into the womb wall like eyes over the tribal circle. The crystal 'eyes' glow, almost shining a beam onto the two brothers together. Arhmon still standing, and Asak rises from the ground. "There will be Two champions... And Two paths for the Trophies we offer... The first path is for the tribesman that seeks the greatest gift... The power of Beasts as given to the best of generations. Hidden in this Gunjot is a poison that will grant both power, and victory of this struggle"

Arhmon smiles greedily. He looks over to his brother, knowing Asak can not compete for this prize.

"The second path is the grace of what we have already bestowed upon you. The mamhah't can be overcome by pulling the crystal from our flesh" Chris is tired. He desperately looks at the crystal eyes in the flesh wall, knowing it is his only chance of defeating Arhmon.

The Stone Pit of the Arena becomes a Bonfire! The will of the creators is made clear, and the combat begins. Chris is Asak; and he Dashes for the Crystals! Only to be Tackled by his brother! Arhmon grinds his face into the ground, pinning him by the back of the neck. Arhmon is too confident, and scans from the perch of his brothers back like an eagle... Asak Spins Onto his side; Leaving Arhmon off balance he himself staggers to stand. Malmora watches intensely, watching Arhmon stand between the Crystals and Asak, watching him step closer and closer with his muscles flexed. "Even if you win this Asak... Malmora is still mine. She can see every oiled curve of my body; and you... she can see a Grinded Rat"

From the edge of the Brush Asak grabs a staff, and Swings Chaotically backward! Asak turns to find Arhmon's lip torn from the wooden stick. Both Asak and Chris would Fear the Rage building in their cave man brother, But they Tackle Arhmon before they can comprehend the expression of his face. For once, the older brother has the young warrior pinned... and Asak, in this luck of lottery, Is Pounding Fists into Arhmon! Saying to himself, "he deserves it... " Breathing heavily his punches cease, leaving Arhmon's face a bloodied mess. Asak becomes Chris again, and lifts off his brother's chest to claim the crystal...

As Chris steps away, Arhmon grabs the Ankle, Pulling him to the Ground! "No Asak, Not before I claim a greater blessing from our gods" Both men lay amongst the dust, Arhmon crawling to the pit of the bonfire. He picks a hot stone and hurls it at Chris to further stun him. Arhmon's hand sears as he sifts through the flame and ash, searching for what could be the poison his creators spoke of. "I deserve more brother. You'll thank me for showing you how great we can be"

Chris holds his head in Agony. Worse than any hangover he's ever had, he almost pukes while stumbling to his feet. Tripping over his own knees, he comes eye to eye with Malmora... She offers him the staff, extending it out in her hands, "This is Your chance to find the poison... Defeat your brother"

He takes the stick from her, and walks back to the fire pit. He is standing behind Arhmon, Ready to Crush the Blunt staff into the Back of his brothers Skull... And Arhmon doesn't even notice him, for he is too entranced in finding the poison. Asak watches Arhmon let his own hands sear in the flames. Asak listens to the mutterings, "...I will find it... kankula every stone... the others will worship me when I am granted greater strength... " The young warrior looks back into the fire, obsessed.

The Stick is dropped, and Asak lets it lye. The tribe is on it's edge, Waiting for him to Claim the Greater power... to Find the Poison before Arhmon. From the distance he looks upon Malmora, "I Have what I Am given, I only wanted one thing" Arhmon is left to rummage the fire pit. Chris and Asak as one walk to the wall of the Creator womb. His hand grips the Crystal, and Pulls... Attached to it is a pink skin hood that bulges it's way through the hole.

The Wall Rumbles, and the Bon Fire Flares Blue into the Dark Day Sky! "Mamjah't has met it's end. The fates have been decided"

"No! Noooo!", Arhmon Runs from the Fire, and Drops to his knees at the wall of the great egg, "I beg You my Masters... Please let me find the strength poison... please!"

There is only a moment to pause... "The Fates have Been Decided" Asak sees the 'jelly fish' that grows around the crystal he holds. At the center of the creature, beneath the hood, and above the tentacles, a black glass orb glows... "Reach For it", Asak knows the voice is Directed at him. He slides his hand under the hood; the threads of tentacle painfully sting as his forearm pushes through them. The Jelly fish Then Grips! As though Gripping it's prey, the Hood and threads hold Asak's hand, Burning red welts into his skin. His hand Numb, he couldn't release it if he wanted to. The second eye, Still embedded in the wall then glows, "Both Destinies were Chosen"

Arhmon looks up," ...but... the poison... ?"

"The Poison was Endah of us In Greatness... the loss of your reason in this quest"

Arhmon's eyes glimmer with the hope of a child, "Then I will Receive your gifts as well?"

"Yes. As Promised to the Best of Generations, You will Gain the Power of the Beasts" Just as Asak, Arhmon takes the Crystal from the wall. Before Arhmon can grip his, Asak's crystal glows... And his Arm is Pulled into the Wall! The Hole his Arm made Twists Wider, Large enough to Devour him Entirely! The Crystal at the End of hand glows, Pulling him Even deeper Inside... Chris tries screaming, but the Jelly fish won't release his hand. Swamp water Spews out All Around him. He is Encased in the Darkness, The wet Puss Rising Rapidly! He Sears his Throat Screaming, Until the water fills his Lungs to drown him. Choking his last breath, "Breathe" he hears the creators say. The strong Neanderthal lungs are Asak's, and they push the Oxygen water past his nostrils.

Chris can then see the open space... like flying in his other dreams, his hand pulls him skyward, a hundred meters above anything. He passes large vein tubes that arch upwards, meeting in the center of the great creator womb. As Asak, he looks back to see his young brother follow him... only Arhmon floats downwards to the darkness.

Chris is being brought before another wall. Close enough to run his hand across it, vein tubes are mounted beside him. The thin skin wall then twists... like before, it stretches itself into an opening, and Blinding light Beams Out. The opening seals behind him. The Flickering light then speaks, "You Asak, Are Chosen to Prove the Value of your Kind" The Jelly fish releases from his hand and swims away.

For Chris, the room is as large as a house; but perfectly smooth, even in it's seem line cracks. Shimmering crystals line the walls like mirrors, and in the room's center is the flickering light. A Phantom, it floats there; the voice of Asak's gods. A small pod then floats down from the ceiling, and moves toward him. "Take this 'memory mask', let it bond to your soul" The pod, the size of his head, now rests in his hands. Three metal plates and other fragments of shell drop from it to the floor. The 'Ougaba toh' to Asak is a tribal mask; his master could only want one thing... and so he puts it to his face. Gripping his skull, the tendrils take only a moment to dig into his eyes, temple, and nostril. With a Neanderthal, the Ougaba toh has made 'Perfect Union'.

Asak bows his newly adorned head, "I Serve you..." His expectation to be further addressed is met with silence. Instead, the White light Flashes, Dissipating into the Floor and Ceiling! The Voice of his Gods is Gone, And He is being Pulled into it's Place! Four Orbs of the Ceiling, and Four of the Floor, Hold him Steady in Space. Asak faces Perfectly downward... the light returns from the circle slit of the metal dome. His forehead metal is connected with light to the like metal embedded in the floor beneath him. Thoughts now come in the light... Images, Facts.. Skill.

----O----


Asak steps from the womb wall of the creators, a living pouch in hand. The sky is Bright and clear, the tribes people in waiting for a heroes return. This is a memory dream, Both Chris and Asak remember what she is going to say. Of the twenty tribes people, he approaches her, "Malmora... I Think I am now worthy of you. I am Ready to katsulm as your husband"

She almost laughs, and looks at him in disgust, "worthy? My Desire is for Arhmon" She turns to walk away.

He Grabs her By the Arm, "But I am the Victor! I Won the Creators Greatest Favor!"

"Coward!", Snapping her arm back. Coldly she turns to continue walking away. Looking back, "You could have been a 'real' man like Arhmon. You could have bustonta tribe glory of beast" Then she fades amongst the others, they too shun him. The tribe is united, and Asak has been branded as out cast.

Asak and Chris are the same, with their heads held in rejection, they walk to their tools to grab a waist bag and knife. He thinks, "the creators are all I have now...", the irony tears at his heart, " ...I paid tribute to them for the glory of the tribe. now I'm left with only my love for them" He ties his things around his waist, and walks away from the tribal circle. For a second, he looks back to them with a tear down his cheek, " ...I've traded them for skill" Asak refuses to cry, refuses to shame himself further before the tribe.

This is Dream. His mother stands on the path before him. "Chris, Please come home dear...", the elderly woman sobs. "Please, Wake up and come home"

"Mom...", This face is of Chris.

"We haven't seen you in Soo long"

"I've missed you too mom. I wanna come home, but I can't"

"Please Chris...", the old woman muffles her face in hands. He'd give anything to cry into her blouse... but in this dream, he can't even touch her. " ...wake up and join us again"

He wears a baseball cap and Asak's pouch. "I Want to mom, But the Creator's have a mission for me. I'll try to come home again as soon as I finish the surgery" His mother fades away, and he journeys to face the dinosaur...

----O----


Anakary Bursts Through the Quarantine Door! The light is fading back into Chris Penner's circular forehead metal, and AD-2 is nowhere to be seen. "missed her", Anakary glares. The troops from behind her storm the room, securing it.

"ma'am, orders?"

She looks down to the guard, with his head slowly bleeding from the floor, "Help him" The men work like clock work to obey her every word. She walks to stand above the human specimen... and thinks of the 'guyver' that was kneeling here only moments ago. Smiling, " ...I'll face you one day guyver. I look forward to it"

End of Chapter Eleven

Coming Soon:
Chapter Twelve: The Mice that Play


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