PROLOGUE
I looked around at all the destruction I had caused with my mecha. Usually I would be filled with joy at this but for some reason today I did not. It wasn’t the same anymore. It would have been if princess Haley were still with me. But sadly she is not and my life is as meaningless as someone’s life can get. Its been what now, a whole ten years? Back when I was fifteen and I had everything going for me. My friends were there and I didn’t cause so much destruction. In fact I was the goodie goodie of the group.
I don’t know how it started but I fell in love with a princess. Sounds like a regular old fantasy story right? Wrong. It was actually quite the opposite. There is no true love for me right now. I’m depressed and I’m on the edge of a suicide mission. If only there was something in my story that would make it so that I can remember what great I’ve done and come to my senses before killing myself.
Before I tell you my story know that I wasn’t always destructive, or angry, or depressed in any way. You know, actually, I had everything going for me. And the reason for that would have to be my good friend John. Yeah, he was always there for me. Well not in the sense of helping me, but he was there to teach me to suck it up and keep driving. So I grew up well.
However, I would have to say there still is a girl in my life Her name is Diana. Now Diana belongs to John and they have been together for these ten years. Ha, funny thing about Diana is that even though she’s going out with John she comes to me with all her problems. Well that is, until I managed to gain control of the only mecha in the world.
Nothing could stop me now. I am in my prime at the age of twenty-five and I am known as the Global Terror of Death. Or GTOD for short. Basically I’m on a destructive path and I can no longer control it. My destination is the capital of the United Nations. New York is my target and all it’s inhabitants. But to tell you the truth I never understood why I killed more than was needed to die. Oh well, guess it’s in my blood to be a natural born killer. Just like my father before me, I am a killer.
Now you might be wondering how my mother decided to go out with a killer and have his child, right? Well listen carefully. You know what on second thought, I’ll tell you the story later.
Anyways back to my destruction. You might have heard of the city of San Francisco, right? Well let’s just say half of it is in the ground and everyone able has fled the city only leaving a few survivors at the moment’s time.
Now my mecha is one-of-a-kind. It’s black with dark red armor plating. I had it customed to match my favorite colors. That was of course when my grandpa was still alive. Oh you wouldn’t believe how good he was at what he did. It was absolutely amazing.
He was a mechanic that could fix the most broken of things, and a could paint any thing you could ever ask for. And he could do it to anyone’s satisfaction. In fact he had the chance to tune the President’s hummer one time. Haha, he didn’t miss that opportunity. And it was great to see someone in my family being recognized. Maybe that’s why I do what I do. But now he’s dead and I’m the reason for his passing.
For you see, my first act of destruction was my own hometown. The birth of all my problems. But really, I was really only seventeen at the time and I was completely furious at the world and what it had supposedly done.
Now the reason why all this started was because the government killed the princess, those bastards…. I can’t wait until I get my hands on them. I will completely obliterate their existence. After I’m done with them no one will question my authority and I will become king of the world. Just as my princess would have been.
Okay so maybe I exaggerated a bit. They put her in a coma that the doctors say she will never recover. But I don’t believe that. She’ll pull through! I just know it!
The boy began to cry. Seconds later the giant man of metal came to a stop. Everyone within viewing distance stopped to see what was happening. Thos poor fools had no idea what was in store for them.
The mecha flew off only leaving a small sphere on the ground. Everyone close by came up to it to see what it was. A noise could be heard from the object. It sounding like something inside was moving about, or operating on some level.
A man, who was either really brave or a complete idiot, walked all the way up to the sphere and put his ear up to it. At first the man was puzzled. Then his eyes widened and the man began to scream.
Now everyone was either scared, curious, or angered that the man was doing this. A woman from the crowd of people pushed her way towards the front and slowly walked up to the deranged man. It was made obvious that the two people new each other.
“George, what’s wrong?” The woman said and then she faced the sphere, whilst the man was running about still screaming. He didn’t seem to let up. “George!” She yelled, causing the man to stop dead in his tracks. “What the hell is that thing?”
George looked at the sphere once more and then back at the woman. “It’s a-“ He got cut off by one of the other men in the crowd.
“Well tell us godammit!” The man was one of the angered people.
“Let him finish his sentence!” The woman that knew the man yelled back. “Now George what is it?”
“It’s a fricken bomb!” George yelled. The man began to run around once again without having a care of getting his ass out while he still had the chance.
The bomb detonated, destroying everything and killing everyone that was near the explosion. San Francisco was nothing but meaningless rubble now. The year was 2027 and the boy known only as project A had destroyed almost every major city in the North-Western States of the United States.
1
The boy paced himself back and forth in his darkly lit cell thinking about what was to happen tonight. The year is 2007 and the young boy (at the age of fifteen) was in a jail cell. Not one of those real hardcore jails, but the county jail.
He was being held due to him attempting a robbery. He had held up a gas station for some alcohol for his friends. One of the night shift officers walked up to the boy’s cell but at the time he was the only officer in the station.
“So boy,” the man began to say, the smell of whisky – that would be what the boy had tried to steal and they took it as evidence – was on his breath. “Thanks for the alcohol. We’re not aloud to drink this stuff on duty but tonight is an exception.” The fat and balding officer stumbled off into the darkness of the station laughing.
“Yeah that’s right. Drink up,” the boy said with a smirk on his face. He quickly moved to the window. “Hey guys you still there?” Three other males poked their heads up in sight of the boy. “What’s up Alex?” The biggest one said.
The biggest one turned out to be John, the head of Alex’s group. Accompanying John was his friends Rory and Xavier. Xavier was the smallest, probably standing at 5’9”. But he was thin and fast enough to outrun a veteran police officer.
Rory was thin too but he stood at six feet and was pure muscle. He had dark brown hair and was always wearing black or red. “So is he drunk yet?” Rory asked. Alex nodded and an evil grin passed through John’s and Rory’s faces. Xavier, however, did not smile. He was actually almost in tears. He didn’t ever like to do what John and Rory wanted and it made him feel like on of those damned goody-goodies.
“Guys can we just hurry up and do this with out causing trouble?” Poor Xavier asked.
“Oh quit getting over worked about something as little as this,” John said. Xavier just put his head down in response.
What was sad to Alex was that John and Rory were always mean to him. The poor fellow was smart but it was wasted on his friends. Alex had once over-heard Xavier’s parents saying that he had an IQ of 135 and yet he couldn’t manage to maintain C’s in school. Well that was, when he was in school. In fact, they were all high school dropouts.
In truth, none of Alex’s friends actually got over a C in any subject of school. Be he knew they were all smart because they always pulled off illegal acts all the time and got a way with it.
Makes you wonder why Alex had gotten caught, robbing a simple gas station. Well anyways, John shot the man and they ran off, but something told him to go back and call the caps to save the life of a man he didn’t even know. Alex had no idea what could possibly make him want to stay back. But a little voice had told him to stay.
But even thought he wasn’t the one that shot the man he was still help responsible for what happened. Now he awaited the judge and jury. But there would be no judge tonight in any case.
Alex’s friends went around the front of the very small building making haste. They entered through the two entrance doors, making the one officer in the building collapse over his chair in fright.
The officer quickly stumbled to his knees and then to his feet, falling over in the process. Alex couldn’t help but laugh a little along with his other three friends.
“All right you fat excuse for a cop, hand over the cell keys and we’ll be on our way,” John said, causing the cop to attempt getting off the ground again. This time he was successful. The fat man began to pull his gun from his belt but John didn’t wait. John, instead, pulled a gun from out from his pants – he had hidden it on his side – and pointed the gun at the officer.
The cop, knowing he had been beaten, spoke. “So,” he began. “Are you going to shoot me or what?” His words were slurred. He chuckled. He had believed his intimidation had worked.
“Precisely,” John replied, and pulled the trigger. And he did so without hesitation.
John walked over to the dead man to examine what he had just done. An evil smirk formed on his face. He saw where the bullet laid, deep in the man’s forehead, a clean deadly shot. John began for the keys when Xavier began to panic. He had been the watch for any cops coming.
“John!” He yelled, coming into the building.
“What is it Xavier? I’m a little busy here,” John replied, frustrated at Xavier’s disturbance.
“More cops are coming. Two cars to be exact!” That meant that there would be at least two cops present. However, there were four of them all coming back from a trip to the donut shop.
“Oh shit,” John said, pulling the keys from the dead body. John quickly opened up the jail ell and pulled a second gun from his pants, handing it to Alex.
Alex took the gun, no hesitating either, and ran dot the front of the building with his friends, only to find that the cops were just getting out of their cars. The cops, however were not ready for the four armed kids. John was the first to fire at the cops but the distance, allowed the bullet to only whiz across their heads. Now the cops were alert and ducked behind their two parked pursuit vehicles. All four of the police prepared to combat the kids if it came down to it.
“Put your guns down and come out peacefully.” One cop had said. John just laughed; Alex was quiet and Rory was buys trying to get Xavier from throwing his gun down and turning himself in. It actually hadn’t occurred to Alex as to why he carried a gun in the first place when he knew he would never use it. Maybe he would use it tonight? He thought.
“Put our guns down?” John said, a smirk still on his face. “Good luck with that!” John fired again this time shattering a window on one of the vehicles. The officers began to panic in turn because they were going to have to engage in crossfire in order to stop the conflict. The police began to fire back. The four kids moved back behind the door so that they wouldn’t be injured.
Alex stayed quiet through this whole scenario. John and Rory began to fire back at the cops, only damaging the two police speeders. Alex took one step into view and fired. The bullet flew through the air and lodged deep inside one of the cop’s head, killing him almost instantly. John was surprised at his shot, giving him a nod approvement.
The cops were not trying to escape with their almost dead partner. It was only the right thing to do so. “Take ‘em out boys.” John yelled. Three of the boys came our firing, with Xavier in the building balling his eyes out.
John and Rory’s shots missed but to the officers’ unfortunate luck, it only took Alex three shots to take out the remainder of the officers. No one ever knew why but Alex had the best shot in the world, or so his group thought. Now five police officers were left to bleed and die that night.
The four boys – one sobbing and one speechless – walked over to the four dead officers. John was in tears with laughter. It was the most evil thing Alex had ever heard in his life. Rory was once again trying to calm Xavier, but to no avail.
Poor Xavier, Alex thought. He always felt so bad for Xavier but didn’t know why. Maybe deep down he was compassionate? Alex didn’t know. He began to allow his mind to wonder. He covered everything from death to love within seconds.
He wasn’t sure why but his thoughts raced fast but he enjoyed it. John spoke and broke Alex’s concentration. “Alright guys, let’s head out. We don’t want more cops to show up.” At this point in time Rory had finally calmed Xavier down and they were ready to move on. John led the way back to the four friends’ home. Alex was the last to move. He felt a cold chill in the air. Something was coming for them, but he didn’t know what.
Alex started to walk with the group, keeping a lookout for what might be lurking in the shadows. Something was coming, that was for sure.
2
Xavier huddled around Rory and John and began to speak softly. “Have you noticed that every time we pass by a place where there is no light, he always looks around as if something is going to come out?” Alex seemed to be out of range from hearing so the three were safe talking about Alex.
“Yeah we noticed,” Rory said in reply. John nodded in agreement.
“Ha ha, maybe he’s afraid of the dark,” John said, laughing. The other two laughed in reply. Alex just walked, not talking as usual. During the whole night, he had said nothing much except for when they were in the station. He was to busy in his thoughts of what was in the shadows.
John, Rory and Xavier continued to talk, not knowing Alex could hear every word they said. He stopped right next to an alleyway, completely blackened due to the lack of street or stray lights from the houses that surrounded the alley. But the other three friends kept on walking, not knowing the danger that lied ahead.
Alex started to walk into the darkness, only in hopes that he could stop whatever it is that was coming. He finally caught up to his friends. But he was still keeping quiet – that was normal for him – and allowing his mid to race. But not so much that he didn’t realize what was going on. “Hey I got an idea!” Rory said happily
“What is it Rory? I’m all ears unless you come up with a dipshit answer,” John replied.
“Oh it’s good alright. How about we steal the Zarnian princess! I mean with Alex we could do about anything.” Alex wasn’t listening; he was to busy thinking.
“Hey that’s not half bad. Are we going after the other three princesses when we are done?” John asked, taking in what Rory said.
“Yeah. That’s right! And then we can have our way with them and then make them pay a very high ransom for their precious girls back!”
“Yeah that’s right. SO I like your idea but how do we pull it off?” John and Rory had begun to come up with a plan after a good half-hour. Alex began to worry. He was going to speak for one of the first times tonight but Xavier beat him to it.
“Hey have you guys noticed we’ve been in this alley for awhile now?” The group stopped and looked around. The moon, being the only light, disappeared behind the clouds. Now the alley was completely dark with shadows covering everywhere they could possible be.
“Something is really wrong here,” John said, taking a step back from his spot. Alex was now alert, knowing they had walked right into a trap. All the friends, except for Xavier, pulled out their guns.
The wind blew fast and the shadows began to form.
3
The shadows began to form into five figures. Slowly the figures began to rise and the four friends were surrounded. The figures began to take shape.
They took the form of demons. They were extremely big – maybe the size of a house. At this point, Alex realized they were no longer in the alley. Horns grew from their heads and rounded down to their lower backs.
Xavier, once again balling his eyes out, probably for the third time that night. But he had his gun drawn ready to defend his life. “Okay, we’re screwed,” John pointed out as he began to unload his clip on one of the shadow demons. Rory followed and then Alex, followed by Xavier. The bullets hit their intended targets but they caused no effect. One demon, closest to Xavier, swung its giant hand against Xavier, breaking every bone in his body and killing him on impact.
Alex could only imagine how crushed Xavier’s body must be. Rory yelled out and attempted to run after his friend’s fallen body, only to be stopped by another demon. Rory began to fire his handgun but it didn’t harm the demon. The demon raised its fist and swung it straight down, destroying Rory’s body.
Blood sprayed everywhere and the sound of bone crushing could be heard. Alex could only sit by and watch as his friends were being killed one by one. The third demon grabbed John, picked him up, and to Alex’s disgust, ate him. Alex wanted to vomit but something kept him from getting sick.
Now there was only Alex and five demons left. Alex wasted his last bullets on the nearest demon. No effect still. Alex knew his defeat and fell to his knees while the five demons surrounded him, covering him and soon Alex was in a black abyss. Alex was confused as to why they didn’t kill him. Or maybe they did. But he wasn’t sure. He stood up to find it wasn’t an infinite fall but ground. He looked around to find there was a light but it seemed to be very far away. Alex was determined to get to tit even though he had just lost his friends.
He ran and ran, barely getting closer. The light must have been years away. But Alex just kept running. Soon his legs were close to giving in. He couldn’t run anymore. Right when he was about to stop he fell. There seemed to be a hole in the ground. He hit hard on the ground below, knocking him unconscious. When he awoke he was still in the dark but there was a small light close by.
He got up and began to walk towards the light. His head hurt due to the fall. He made it to the light with haste. Alex was a little scared of going in, due to the fact that he could not see in. But he went anyways. It was better than being in the dark.
He closed his eyes and stepped in. Alex took a couple steps forward and then preceded to open his eyes. Something large stood in front of him. Alex looked up to see that it was a giant robotic man. Or a mecha if you would. It was, what seemed to be, dead and unresponsive. Alex wanted to yell to see if anyone would answer but he couldn’t open his mouth.
Now he was curious about what he was standing in front of. Alex looked around the white room. It seemed as long as the darkness except for the mecha. Alex decided to climb it for maybe it had an opening somewhere. But as he approached the foot of the mecha, the foot rose up and revealed an entrance into the robotic humanoid.
Alex walked in and the foot closed behind him. It looked like one of those mechas from the TV shows. He continued inwards towards the heel of the mecha. When he reached it, something began working and Alex turned to be on an elevator. It lurched upwards, almost causing him to fall. It didn’t take long before he got up to what seemed like the cockpit; it was like a room with a platform in the middle. The platform was connected to the bottom and the top of the room and was blue in color.
Alex walked onto the platform and looked around. Awkward, he thought. Alex was completely confused. How do you work this thing? He tried a series of words such as ‘activate’ and ‘turn on.’ After awhile he just sat down, tired on the platform. His head began to throb making Alex put his hands on his head in hopes that the pain would stop. But it didn’t and he was just going to have to deal with it.
“Damn headache, Alex said aloud to himself. He could finally talk now but realized there was no point in shouting anymore. Some more mechanics began to work again and a visual came on a screen. The screen was at the front most part of the mecha. Alex got up and walked over to it. He could see the room he had entered and the darkness straight ahead. As he turned around he saw that the platform was lit and a black and red suit was floating between the bottom and top platforms. At this point Alex was to curious to worry about his small headache.
Alex walked onto the platform, which was just big enough for him to stand on without touching the suit. He examined the suit and held out his hand, barely away from the suit. “I wonder,” Alex said, curiously. He touched the suit and instantly it wrapped around his hand and then up to his arm until it spread through his entire body. Alex tried to scream but it was no use. The suit consumed him until he was completely covered from head to toe. What is this? He wondered.
At first the body suit took over his motor functions but as Alex got used to the suit, he began to control it. At this point, the suit had knocked him off the platform. Alex got a thought that said for him to step on the platform once again. He did so and soon found himself floating in mid-air. When he closed his eyes, he could hear someone or something else’s thoughts. When he opened his eyes he wasn’t in the cockpit anymore. Or that’s what it seemed to be like. Instead he saw through the mecha’s eyes. He tried moving his arms and the mecha copied him.
When Alex turned his hand around, so did the giant mecha. Alex tried a few other things and every move was copied in the exact moment.
“Whoa, this is bloody awesome!” Alex yelled in enjoyment. He had forgotten about the fates of his companions almost instantly.
“Calm down Alex. I am not a game or a toy. You have to slow down or you will lose all your energy.” A voice said inside Alex’s mind.
“Who’s there?” Alex demanded.
“Calm down damn it!” The voice said once more. “I am your mecha. You have just awoken me. I thank you for that.
“Well then. If you’re my mecha then get me the hell out of here!”
“If you want me to do that then give me control. Here, just focus on giving up control and allow me to take over.”
“Alright then. Make it quick.” Alex soon relaxed and they began to move. They entered the darkness slowly.
“Hold on Alex, we’re going up!” The mecha shot straight upwards when it got into the darkness and soon they were in the air. Or what seemed to be the air. Alex could once again see the light that shone so far away. They stopped in mid-air and then bolted towards the light at high speeds. Soon the light got bigger until eventually they were right there. But the mecha stopped and did not go through.
“Mecha, what’s going on?” Alex asked.
“It’s nothing, but you should take control. Just concentrate and you will be able to do anything you want. Now I’m giving control back to you.
“Wait, I need you to answer one question for me,” Alex asked.
“Yes? The mecha replied.
“What is your name? I mean you do have a name don’t you?” It took the mecha a minute to answer.
“My name? I am model 001. The first one ever to exist. But there are others like me as well so don’t think this is a one of a kind gift.” The mecha said proudly. “But I am still the first model to ever exist, that is your one of a kind gift.”
“001? How about if I just call you Procolus?” Alex asked. The mecha made a noise that sounded like a laugh.
“Sure if you want, you can call me anything. But I like Procolous. Remember though, if you ever need me, call my name.” And with that Alex was happy that he knew he had a true friend.
