Nothing is Ever as it Seems
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,704
Reviews:
0
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Nothing is Ever as it Seems
Disclaimer: This is broad-sweeping at best, feature a lot of things that may not seem proper at times. Deal with it. I'm a cold-hearted bastard, after all...and for the record, the anime stuff that you'll all recognize comes into the next chapter...this is just to set the tone, and some of the backstory.
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The night was dark, as it always was in Chronus City. The lights were bright, neon, piercing the gloom and fog that hung over the nearly-decrepit city like a noose around a deadman's neck. The sounds of loud rock music and partying could always be heard, and sirens were like the calls of cats in this burg.
But tonight, something was different...
The pulsing, vibrating darkness had been invaded by something foreign, something hostile, and it wouldn't stop until the dark was gone, and the safety those who lived in had was gone thusly...
~~~~
The sounds of heavy boots echoed in the alleys, as men suited in dark black and grey camoflauge stalked the night, mask pulled down over their faces, and M4's in hand, their fingers itching to pull the triggers. There were at least ten of them, and they split up in groups of two, one in each holding onto a small PDA-type device.
These men were no mere theives, or rapists, or anything like that.
They were much worse.
They were military.
~~~~
"This is stupid..." one of the two men grumbled, cautiously peering down into an adjacent alleyway. "He's not here..."
The other sighed, and held up the PDA-thing. "Well, the tracker says he is....and you know what that means."
"Well, it could be wrong..." the first said, unconvinced.
"That's a load of crap, and you know it. There is NO WAY in Hell this thing could be wrong about this."
"Fine, fine...then you go first."
The second rolled his eyes theatrically, and entered the alley, rifle at the ready. "You pussy."
"Better to be a pussy than a dead dick, like you..." a new voice came, before a shape lunged at the men, falling upon them like Death itself.
A momentary scream, then nothing.
~~~~
On the other side of town, sitting on the hood of a weather-beaten cruiser, was CCPD officer Ruko Ikagi, sipping on a overly-hot cup of latte.
"Jesus, Finch, you couldn't get it any hotter?" the 25-year old grimaced, sticking her tongue out. "I fink I urned my tungue..." she muttered, a light breeze mussing her short white hair. She blinked, her grey eyes looking distant as she stared up at the moon.
"Sorry Ru....You know how they are in there..." CCPD Detective Markus Finch, aged 38, was holding a similar beverage, this one coffee. He wore a dusty old trenchcoat, beaten brown shoes, and a weary-looking suit. His dark hair and heavy tan stood out, as well as his ice-blue eyes.
"I know..." she replied, slipping her tongue back in.
The radio in the cruiser squawked, and she sighed. "Damnit, there goes our break."
~~~~~
Another group of soldiers were moving along the alleys, before they heard the screams. They ran as fast as they could, but got there in time to see the bodies sprawled out on the dirty asphalt, blood and other fluids splattered all over the place.
"Shit....he's been here..."
"No fuck, Einstien..." the other cursed, clutching his gun tightly. "The only question is...where is he NOW?"
There was a sudden blur of motion, and the man opened fire, the muzzle flash illuminating the alley.
Black leather, white straps, and a long zipper were what could be seen first. Then a series of tattoos going along a person's right arm. Next dark hair in a style so wild that it was bizzare, considering this was a man.
"IT'S HIM! WE'VE FOUND HIM!" the second man screamed into his walkie as the first continued firing at the shape.
~~~~~
Ruko and Markus arrived at a local nightclub, the "Viral Venus" as it was called. Owned by a 'legitamate businessman,' it was prone to busts and collars...but not warfare.
The sounds of heavy weapons fire filled the air, as well as shouts and screams of pain.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Markus snapped at one of the blues, growling in distaste.
The man swallowed, blanching. "Well, one thing's for sure...this ain't no mob thing..."
The next thing they saw, one of the soldiers went flying through a large dark stained-glass window, followed by another. Ruko drew her gun as a man stepped out, a dark look on his face.
He didn't look over 20, his form slender and toned. He was wearing a tight, black leather shirt with no sleeves,a high collar, and a long zipper, a strange design tattooed on his right arm. Both of his arms had some leather straps, the left also featuring a long white cotton-looking "sleeve" that went down to the leather fingerless glove he was wearing, one of a set. His pants were also tight black leather, with something similar to a lower torso harness over them, and his boots were black with chromed shins. His hair was black, and spiked wildly up, his eyes glaring at the guns pointing at him. His skin was a mix of tan and pale, and blood dripped from his fingernails.
"Freeze, punk!" Markus snapped. The youth didn't answer...merely walked forward and moved past the officers. Ruko took aim, and fired at his leg, narrowly missing his knee. He looked back at her, then growled, the sound more animal than man. She didn't back down, though.
"You heard the detective, kid....don't move, you won't get hurt..."
Then the sound of a rifle cocking broke the tension. Ruko swerved, coming face-to-face with an M4, held on her by a husky soldier who smirked.
"It's you who ain't moving, bitch."
The young man eyed the soldier, then at the rest who began emerging from the shadows. One spoke into his walkie.
"Sir, we have him...Of course..." he said, slipping it in his belt afterwards. He looked over at the boy, shaking his head. "Sorry, kid...but orders are orders..."
He pulled out a gun, and fired.
~~~~
A second later, one of the officers fell to the ground, clutching his bloody arm. Everyone looked in suspended belief as the headshot turned into a riccochet, and only a trickle of blood as the proof. The young man tilted his head, growling softly as the gaping furrow closed on its own, until the skin was as flawless as before.
The soldiers backed off, trembling.
"Shit....did anyone know about...that?" one asked, on the verge of pissing himself.
The one who took the shot went for his walkie, and stammered, "S-sir...the back-up!"
The next thing anyone knew, the world was exploding.
~~~~
A massive man-shaped thing almost stomped through an entire building, it's blood-red mechanical eyes glaring down the young man hatefully. The fire behind it illuminated every detail of import.
The body was huge, the arms as thick as tree trunks and chromed black. The head was skull-shaped, except for the helmet of purple over it, through which the glaring eyes burned. The legs were as thick as the arms, and also as black. The torso was massively broad, serial numbers glowing on a LCD plate. It made a low hissing sound, and raised one hand.
The palm had a large hole in it, where a blue light was gathering. A loud humming filled the air as it fired the weapon, causing the cruisers to explode, sharpnel flying. Some missed Finch, while Ruku caught some in the leg.
"Aaaahhh!!!" she cried out, more in numb shock that anything else.
The young man suddenly ran forward, and began punching the mechanical thing in the stomach repeatedly, the sound of flesh striking steel sickeningly loud in the cold dark night. The thing grabbed him by the head with its right arm, and squeezed, much to the delight of the soliders.
The police officers fired on it, but barely scratched it, before it fired back at them with one finger that happened to house a machine gun. They all took cover, crying out in surprise.
The mechanoid continued to apply pressure, but it couldn't crush the head in its grip. Then, the young man broke free, and slammed his right fist into its armpit, his left hand locked around its wrist.
Then, there was a pause.
Seconds later, the young man tore the arm free, oil and lubricant bursting out in a gushing flood as the mechanoid stumbled back, clutching the stump.
The entire audience was stunned, uncomprehendingly staring at the boy.
Then a wicked smile crossed his face, and he zoomed forward, swiping at the machine without touching it.
It fell apart loudly, long clean cuts on the metal.
The young man looked at his right fist, and at the three foot-long metal claws that had brust free from the skin and leather for a moment.
Ruko and the others stared at this physiological impossibility, before a loud rumbling Jeep skidded to a halt. A man wearing the uniform of a Colonel hopped out, his face set in a grim smile.
The young man looked over at him, and grimaced, speaking for the first time. "Hudon, you sonuvabitch...I told ya I don't want no part in yer little project..."
The Colonel smiled, and one of the soldiers handed him the datapad he was carrying.
"There's no need at the moment, old friend...I have all I need..." he replied, his greying hair fluttering below his cap in the wind.
"Yer shittin' me Hudson...I ain't fond'a that..." the youth warned, tensing.
"You should learn to calm down, Wolverine," the older man said, before turning to leave, the soldiers vanishing in the dark. The police all stared, before finally Ruko broke the silence.
"I think....we need to all have a good....long talk about this....pal," she glared at the youth, who sighed, retracting his claws, the gouges they tore in his hands healing as quickly as his head had.
"Well, damn," was his sour reply.
**********
The night was dark, as it always was in Chronus City. The lights were bright, neon, piercing the gloom and fog that hung over the nearly-decrepit city like a noose around a deadman's neck. The sounds of loud rock music and partying could always be heard, and sirens were like the calls of cats in this burg.
But tonight, something was different...
The pulsing, vibrating darkness had been invaded by something foreign, something hostile, and it wouldn't stop until the dark was gone, and the safety those who lived in had was gone thusly...
~~~~
The sounds of heavy boots echoed in the alleys, as men suited in dark black and grey camoflauge stalked the night, mask pulled down over their faces, and M4's in hand, their fingers itching to pull the triggers. There were at least ten of them, and they split up in groups of two, one in each holding onto a small PDA-type device.
These men were no mere theives, or rapists, or anything like that.
They were much worse.
They were military.
~~~~
"This is stupid..." one of the two men grumbled, cautiously peering down into an adjacent alleyway. "He's not here..."
The other sighed, and held up the PDA-thing. "Well, the tracker says he is....and you know what that means."
"Well, it could be wrong..." the first said, unconvinced.
"That's a load of crap, and you know it. There is NO WAY in Hell this thing could be wrong about this."
"Fine, fine...then you go first."
The second rolled his eyes theatrically, and entered the alley, rifle at the ready. "You pussy."
"Better to be a pussy than a dead dick, like you..." a new voice came, before a shape lunged at the men, falling upon them like Death itself.
A momentary scream, then nothing.
~~~~
On the other side of town, sitting on the hood of a weather-beaten cruiser, was CCPD officer Ruko Ikagi, sipping on a overly-hot cup of latte.
"Jesus, Finch, you couldn't get it any hotter?" the 25-year old grimaced, sticking her tongue out. "I fink I urned my tungue..." she muttered, a light breeze mussing her short white hair. She blinked, her grey eyes looking distant as she stared up at the moon.
"Sorry Ru....You know how they are in there..." CCPD Detective Markus Finch, aged 38, was holding a similar beverage, this one coffee. He wore a dusty old trenchcoat, beaten brown shoes, and a weary-looking suit. His dark hair and heavy tan stood out, as well as his ice-blue eyes.
"I know..." she replied, slipping her tongue back in.
The radio in the cruiser squawked, and she sighed. "Damnit, there goes our break."
~~~~~
Another group of soldiers were moving along the alleys, before they heard the screams. They ran as fast as they could, but got there in time to see the bodies sprawled out on the dirty asphalt, blood and other fluids splattered all over the place.
"Shit....he's been here..."
"No fuck, Einstien..." the other cursed, clutching his gun tightly. "The only question is...where is he NOW?"
There was a sudden blur of motion, and the man opened fire, the muzzle flash illuminating the alley.
Black leather, white straps, and a long zipper were what could be seen first. Then a series of tattoos going along a person's right arm. Next dark hair in a style so wild that it was bizzare, considering this was a man.
"IT'S HIM! WE'VE FOUND HIM!" the second man screamed into his walkie as the first continued firing at the shape.
~~~~~
Ruko and Markus arrived at a local nightclub, the "Viral Venus" as it was called. Owned by a 'legitamate businessman,' it was prone to busts and collars...but not warfare.
The sounds of heavy weapons fire filled the air, as well as shouts and screams of pain.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Markus snapped at one of the blues, growling in distaste.
The man swallowed, blanching. "Well, one thing's for sure...this ain't no mob thing..."
The next thing they saw, one of the soldiers went flying through a large dark stained-glass window, followed by another. Ruko drew her gun as a man stepped out, a dark look on his face.
He didn't look over 20, his form slender and toned. He was wearing a tight, black leather shirt with no sleeves,a high collar, and a long zipper, a strange design tattooed on his right arm. Both of his arms had some leather straps, the left also featuring a long white cotton-looking "sleeve" that went down to the leather fingerless glove he was wearing, one of a set. His pants were also tight black leather, with something similar to a lower torso harness over them, and his boots were black with chromed shins. His hair was black, and spiked wildly up, his eyes glaring at the guns pointing at him. His skin was a mix of tan and pale, and blood dripped from his fingernails.
"Freeze, punk!" Markus snapped. The youth didn't answer...merely walked forward and moved past the officers. Ruko took aim, and fired at his leg, narrowly missing his knee. He looked back at her, then growled, the sound more animal than man. She didn't back down, though.
"You heard the detective, kid....don't move, you won't get hurt..."
Then the sound of a rifle cocking broke the tension. Ruko swerved, coming face-to-face with an M4, held on her by a husky soldier who smirked.
"It's you who ain't moving, bitch."
The young man eyed the soldier, then at the rest who began emerging from the shadows. One spoke into his walkie.
"Sir, we have him...Of course..." he said, slipping it in his belt afterwards. He looked over at the boy, shaking his head. "Sorry, kid...but orders are orders..."
He pulled out a gun, and fired.
~~~~
A second later, one of the officers fell to the ground, clutching his bloody arm. Everyone looked in suspended belief as the headshot turned into a riccochet, and only a trickle of blood as the proof. The young man tilted his head, growling softly as the gaping furrow closed on its own, until the skin was as flawless as before.
The soldiers backed off, trembling.
"Shit....did anyone know about...that?" one asked, on the verge of pissing himself.
The one who took the shot went for his walkie, and stammered, "S-sir...the back-up!"
The next thing anyone knew, the world was exploding.
~~~~
A massive man-shaped thing almost stomped through an entire building, it's blood-red mechanical eyes glaring down the young man hatefully. The fire behind it illuminated every detail of import.
The body was huge, the arms as thick as tree trunks and chromed black. The head was skull-shaped, except for the helmet of purple over it, through which the glaring eyes burned. The legs were as thick as the arms, and also as black. The torso was massively broad, serial numbers glowing on a LCD plate. It made a low hissing sound, and raised one hand.
The palm had a large hole in it, where a blue light was gathering. A loud humming filled the air as it fired the weapon, causing the cruisers to explode, sharpnel flying. Some missed Finch, while Ruku caught some in the leg.
"Aaaahhh!!!" she cried out, more in numb shock that anything else.
The young man suddenly ran forward, and began punching the mechanical thing in the stomach repeatedly, the sound of flesh striking steel sickeningly loud in the cold dark night. The thing grabbed him by the head with its right arm, and squeezed, much to the delight of the soliders.
The police officers fired on it, but barely scratched it, before it fired back at them with one finger that happened to house a machine gun. They all took cover, crying out in surprise.
The mechanoid continued to apply pressure, but it couldn't crush the head in its grip. Then, the young man broke free, and slammed his right fist into its armpit, his left hand locked around its wrist.
Then, there was a pause.
Seconds later, the young man tore the arm free, oil and lubricant bursting out in a gushing flood as the mechanoid stumbled back, clutching the stump.
The entire audience was stunned, uncomprehendingly staring at the boy.
Then a wicked smile crossed his face, and he zoomed forward, swiping at the machine without touching it.
It fell apart loudly, long clean cuts on the metal.
The young man looked at his right fist, and at the three foot-long metal claws that had brust free from the skin and leather for a moment.
Ruko and the others stared at this physiological impossibility, before a loud rumbling Jeep skidded to a halt. A man wearing the uniform of a Colonel hopped out, his face set in a grim smile.
The young man looked over at him, and grimaced, speaking for the first time. "Hudon, you sonuvabitch...I told ya I don't want no part in yer little project..."
The Colonel smiled, and one of the soldiers handed him the datapad he was carrying.
"There's no need at the moment, old friend...I have all I need..." he replied, his greying hair fluttering below his cap in the wind.
"Yer shittin' me Hudson...I ain't fond'a that..." the youth warned, tensing.
"You should learn to calm down, Wolverine," the older man said, before turning to leave, the soldiers vanishing in the dark. The police all stared, before finally Ruko broke the silence.
"I think....we need to all have a good....long talk about this....pal," she glared at the youth, who sighed, retracting his claws, the gouges they tore in his hands healing as quickly as his head had.
"Well, damn," was his sour reply.