well all I can say is here is the next draft and i have goten over my
writer's block and added some things to this
All characters with the exception of Shaelynn Benton, and Akira Asagiri
are owned by other people and sure as heck not me. If this gets dark in
parts it's because my mind went wandering and got very twisted. So
please bear with me.
BGC Presents: Sylia's first Boyfriend
Sylia was not having a very good week at all. For starters her
brother Mackie had left the country for parts unknown without even a
word. Priss was having some mysterious person follow her around. Nene
was supposed to be on sick leave from the AD Police. Plus to make
matters worse there was some new person in town that had a hard suit.
Sylia was sure that she was the only one that had that type of design.
He did not make an appearance until about a month ago when it was
attacked by six 55-C boomers. The wearer fought valiantly but was
nearly killed. If he had not have lashed out with a kick with blades on
his heels severely damaging one, he would have died. It was enough to
allow him to escape. It was not seen again until last night. After
they had returned from their latest job, Sylia had analyzed the scans
that Nene had taken of that suit. What she found out was that the suit
weapons were twice as powerful as their suits were. As she got a full
breakdown on this suit's specs, she found that it had several different
weapons on it. It carried blade cannons on the back, electrical daggers
on each arm, a high- powered Microwave Laser on each Shoulder, and
blades that extended from the heel that had a serrated edge on it.
"What was this person trying to take on? An army?" Sylia asked
herself when she finished looking the blueprints over. "This looks
like something Priss would want if I gave her the luxury of wanting a
new suit right now. "Until I find someone to replace Mackie even
temporarily, I can't worry about suit upgrades yet."
Sighing, she went to check the answering machine to see if there was
any word from Fargo. Just her luck there was.
"Sylia this is Fargo. I just wanted to let you know that I did some
research into this person that you told me about. It seems that he is
the son of a Dr. Emmett Benton. Just to let you know he has the item in
question. I am still looking into how he got it but that may take some
time. I have sent you all I could find out about him. Oh and Sylia it
looks like Genom wants him too, so be careful."
As soon as she finished the messages she went to find the things that
Fargo had sent her. Finding what she needed she settled down to read
it.
"Hmm, Shaelynn Benton that name sounds familiar." Sylia said. "Oh,
now I remember he was the other Valedictorian when I was in school.
Anyway let me see graduated from MIT with a Master's degree in
engineering, IQ of close to 230, has a Photographic memory. Height
6'0" weight 120 pounds." Sylia said skimming through it. "Wait a
minute he's six foot tall and only weighs one-hundred twenty pounds?
How can that be possible?" Sylia said in shock.
"Well I'll figure that out later now to see about his parents.
Father: Dr. Emmett Benton was a principal shareholder in a company that
is the third largest in the world. Mother: Melinda Benton she was,
before she died, a martial arts instructor. It says that she taught
Kenjutsu, Akijutsu, and Kempo. Not bad combination. Now let me see he
has three living sisters and three living brothers." Sylia said.
"Perhaps I can use him after all. I do need a new mechanic since Mackie
left the country and Dr. Raven is unable to work anymore. Although,
with that photographic memory of his, it could be a problem. Well, I
think I will pay him a visit to see him for myself." Sylia said as she
closed the packet and put it away.
"Now to act as if I don't know him at all." Sylia said and walked out
of her apartment.
******
This week had been hell for Shaelynn. Already he was low on cash and
his suit needed some major repairs. The last fight that he was in took
too much out of him. On top of which he had the bruised and scrapes to
prove it. He had to fight on his own power and avoid taking any damage
to his suit. How long had it been since he had his "Blue Knight" armor
in top working condition? At his last count it had been over a month.
It did not help matters much when he decided to tackle those six 55-C
Boomers by himself and nearly got killed in the process. But that was
the first actual field test of his suit that he built after receiving a
mysterious Data Unit in the mail on his 18th birthday. There was a girl
he liked but due to the fact he was shy he didn't have the guts to talk
to her. He had seen her with a red-haired man earlier but he assumed
that he did not stand a chance. Granted he was an Esper of considerable
power, but he was not about to use his power to further his own ends.
Shaelynn was busy working on his motorcycle that he attempted to use to
out race that Griffon last year. That was stupid and he knew it. The
coveralls that he was wearing just seemed to hang off of his very thin
frame. In fact according to some people he was too thin, but his
hyper-metabolism caused him to never gain weight. He was so lost in
thought that he didn't hear the car pull up and the door open. As he
pushed his black hair out of his dark-blue eyes, he saw a familiar
person standing in his garage. It was a woman of average height and
build and she was wearing a brown business suit that looked as if it
would need to be pealed off when she got home. Her expression was almost
unreadable, but Shaelynn could easily read past the look of stone. He
was rare type of Esper both a Telekinetic and a Telepath, so reading a
person's thought's was not a problem. Plus the outfit was really getting
his attention.
"Can I help you?" Shaelynn asked trying not to stare to hard.
"Well I was looking for a mechanic who would be willing to work on a
few projects that I have to have done." The woman said.
"First off I need to know who I'll be working for." Shaelynn said
cautiously. He deserved to be cautious after two Genom thugs came in
and started nosing around.
It took all of his will not to want to "lift" the wrenches of the
work bench while he had a guest here. For him to do something like that
would cause her to get suspicious. He didn't trust her right now
because she was being so evasive as to her real intentions.
"My name is Sylia Stingray." She said. "My current Mechanic is away
for the time being and I need someone I can trust. And your name sir?"
"Shaelynn, Shaelynn Benton!" Shaelynn said.
"I see, that is a nice name." Sylia said.
"So why come to me?" Shaelynn asked as he sat back down to finish
working on his bike.
"Well I have a hunch that you could be a very trustworthy fellow."
Sylia said as she tried to hide a blush.
'if only I didn't have to keep up this act of being cold. He's cute
maybe even cuter than Darren. I wonder if he likes me or not?' Sylia
thought. 'However, I can't think of that right now because I need him
now as a mechanic.'
"Ok, so maybe I am, but how about I think about it first?" Shaelynn
asked her.
"Sure take your time," Sylia said. "You know you might want to keep
that thing hidden so people don't find out who you are." She then said
indicating the suit in the corner.
"That?!" Shaelynn said. "It's just a piece of junk." He then said as
he flipped a tarp over it.
"I see." Sylia said. 'Who is he trying to fool? I knew he was the
Blue Knight from the outset. Where did he get my designs?' Sylia
thought as she looked over his shop. It was neat and tidy but it had
the feel of it was functional and could be used.
As Shaelynn watched her leave, he knew that she was right, he should
do a better job of hiding it. If she knew that he was the "Blue Knight,"
then who is to say that someone else has not already figured it out. He
would not have been surprised if Genom knew as well. There was no way
that he could fix his suit without some cash. Maybe he would take the
job offered if only to get cash to fix his suit. The question that
tugged at his mind was what was the project that she wanted him to work
on? He also had one other problem how could he get hold of her to tell
her that he was interested in the job. He was hungry, so he decided to
clean up and go into town to eat.
******
Later that afternoon Sylia had just finished closing Silky Dolls for
the evening when two women came in. One was a red head in the AD police
uniform and the other was a black haired woman wearing business suit.
"Well ladies I think we may have a new Mechanic soon." Sylia said.
"Oh who is it?" The red head said.
"Well Nene his name is Shaelynn Benton." Sylia said cooly. "Plus I
think he can be trusted not to tell anyone who we really are."
"Are you absolutely sure Sylia?" The black-haired one asked.
"Yes, Linna I am absolutely sure." Sylia said. "Now Linna I want you
and Nene to find him and keep an eye on him just to make sure he is
still trustworthy enough."
"What about Priss?" Nene asked.
"Well he always frequents Hot Legs so I suppose you can find him
there." Sylia said as she finished locking the shop for the night.
"Right We'll go and find him." Linna said.
******
Shaelynn had just finished cleaning and decided to go to his usual
hang out to eat and catch a show. Getting on his spare bike, he tore
down the highway into town at 50 kph over the limit. Maybe it was good
fortune today, but this was the first time that he didn't get a ticket
for reckless driving. Not worrying about it right now Shaelynn found
the club that he usually went to. It was a seedy joint but the music
was good and, granted the food tasted like crap but he enjoyed the
atmosphere. Eating his fill, he went onto the main floor to find a good
spot to wait for the concert to start. He always knew when the band
here had a gig and never missed a show. Also tonight for some reason he
got this chill as he waited for the show. There were four unfamiliar
faces in the crowd that he had never seen or, for that matter,
remembered. He knew every face in the crowds of people after only
seeing them once. That was his blessing or his curse as he called it.
He remembered vividly seeing two boomers kill his mother and father in
the years after the Second Kanto Earthquake. But since his sisters also
lived in Tokyo he was raised by a good family. Yet these four were new
to the club or so he thought. Extending a tendril of thought out, he
lightly scanned their minds to check their true intentions. The first
mind he touched was that of a very bubbly red head who was almost had
too much to drink.
'No threat there. Still she should be careful on how much she
drinks.' Shaelynn thought. 'Oh I see Sylia sent her and the other one
with her to keep an eye in me. A clever woman!'
The next mind that he touched was that of her companion. She was
mulling over stocks and bonds, while keeping a discreet eye on Shaelynn.
'Also, not a threat. Yet she is money crazed. Pity that she is so
fickle when it comes to men.' Shaelynn thought.
The third mind that he felt was interesting. It felt as if he were
touching the mind of another Esper. Yet he thought that he was the only
Esper. The most overriding thought in his mind was 'she better not get
killed. If she even gets hurt by that bastard he will be sorry.'
'Ok a possible threat. I don't know who this guy is but he seems to
be powerful. I hope that he doesn't get out of control. I don't think
I could stop him.' Shaelynn thought with a shudder.
The final unfamiliar mind that he sensed really scared him. He was
looking into the mind of a sociopathic murderer.
'Ok a definite threat. Not to me but to whom?' Shaelynn wondered.
'Could it be to the band? I don't know.'
While waiting, the people moved in closer the two women that were at
the bar were on either side of him and the sociopath was in front of
him. The thing was he had brushed against Shaelynn and he got a deep
reading on him.
'The son of a bitch will kill the lead singer if I don't do
something' Shaelynn thought when he passed by. 'Question is how to stop
him?' The other man was in a dark corner waiting to see the show. It
was obvious that Shaelynn was nervous.
"Hey why are you sho nervous?" the red head slurred.
"Um shouldn't she be taken home if she is so drunk?" Shaelynn asked.
"I'm snot drunk," the red head replied.
"Yes you are. Um would you take her home?" Shaelynn asked her
friend.
"Yeah sure. Nene you are a real pain you know that?" The
black-haired woman said to her friend.
"No, I'm not a pain Linna." Nene said.
Ignoring the exchange Shaelynn could see that the show was about to
start. The music was going and the lead singer was strutting around the
stage smiling and looking the crowd over. He knew that she always
started her show the same way, but when she started with a new song,
Shaelynn was impressed. It was obvious that she liked to keep her fans
guessing. It was an up tempo song and he liked it. During one of her
usual songs that sociopath decided to attempt to make his move.
However, as he tried to move forward he found himself stuck in his
tracks. Looking around he could not see anyone that was grabbing him,
so he waited patiently.
The concert ended and everyone left including that sociopath.
Shaelynn went into the other half of the club to get some beer and to
relax. While he was relaxing, he spied the lead singer. Getting up
from his seat, Shaelynn went over to talk to her.
"Um, mind if I sit?" Shaelynn asked indicating the open bar stool
next to her.
"If you want." She said.
Shaelynn was at a loss for what to say. He decided to introduce
himself.
"I was wondering, why do you show up to all my shows?" She asked.
"You aren't some crazed fan are you?"
"Well to answer your questions first, I just like your music, and
Second, no I am not a crazed fan." Shaelynn said in his own defense.
"You know I don't even know your name. I mean here I am liking your
music and I don't have a name to put with some of the best music I have
ever heard."
"My name is Priss." She said. "Now who the hell are you? You aren't
some stupid record exec. are you?"
"Well Priss, my name is Shaelynn, and no I am not a record exec.
either. I just own a garage nearby where I work on motorcycles. I do a
little customizing too." Shaelynn said.
"Shaelynn you said your name was?" Priss said. "You have just made
yourself a friend. Tell me do you ride?"
"Yep! Sure do. My bike is out front." Shaelynn said. "Why? You up
for a late night ride or something?"
"Sure if your bike can keep up with mine." Priss said challengingly.
"I can sure try." Shaelynn said rising up to the challenge.
"Well let me get changed and then we'll see." Priss said.
"Ok I will wait outside for you." Shaelynn said as he left the club.
'She's a nice person in her own way. Yet she does need someone to
help her up when she falls. Someone who can always be there for her.
‘Sides she's not my type though.' Shaelynn thought.
******
While waiting outside for Priss to show up, Shaelynn had a chance
encounter with the person that he thought might be an Esper.
"Hey buddy." He said.
"Huh, who's there?" Shaelynn asked looking around.
"Me that's who." The voice said.
"Does this ‘me' have a name?" Shaelynn asked.
"Akira Asagiri." He said stepping out of the shadows.
"Well Akira what can I do for you?" Shaelynn asked.
"I will tell you only after I know who you are." Akira said.
"Fair enough, my name is Shaelynn Benton. Now what can I do for
you?" Shaelynn said.
" I sensed your scan in the club, and just as a warning, I wouldn't
do it again. I would have no qualms about killing you, if you tried
that, or even a deep scan. Why do you think I didn't offer to shake
your hand?" Akira said.
"True enough. Is that it?" Shaelynn asked.
"One more thing, If anything happens to my baby sister Priss, I will
find the person that hurt her I will make sure that he or she will pay
the ultimate price. I pity anyone who tries to stop me." Akira said
as he disappeared back into the shadows.
'Oh crap! So I was right in thinking that he was an Esper. Oh this
is really cute, now that I know that he is Priss' older brother this has
gone from bad to worse.' Shaelynn thought. "What is taking Priss so
long?" Shaelynn wondered out loud.
******
Priss had just finished changing into her riding leathers when her
pager went off. How was she going to explain this one to Shaelynn when
she was just now unable to go for that ride? Finding a phone, she
called Sylia.
"Sylia what's up I got your page." Priss said quietly on the phone.
"Is anyone listening?" Sylia asked.
"Nope." Priss said.
"Well it seems that Genom let loose a very nasty Boomer on the city
and the AD Police can't stop it." Sylia said rather upset.
"All right I'll be there in a few minutes, I just have to cancel an
appointment with a friend." Priss said.
"Who is the friend?" Sylia asked.
"He's one of the regulars at the club. Name's Shaelynn." Priss said.
"I see well don't tell him exactly why you aren't going to meet him
and hurry up." Sylia said.
"Ok." Priss said and hung up the phone. 'Damn and here I was looking
forward to a nice long ride with him to see if he is really as good as
he claims to be.' Priss thought as she left the club.
******
Just as Shaelynn was about to leave he saw Priss coming out of the
back door. Running over to meet her, he thought he saw something.
Thinking it was nothing he met up with Priss. When he saw her she
looked really upset.
"Priss is there something wrong?" Shaelynn asked.
"No just that I'll have to cancel our ride tonight." Priss said. "I
just remembered that I had already made plans. Maybe some other time?"
"Sure I understand." Shaelynn said. "Well it was good meeting you
Priss." He said as he extended his hand.
"Likewise." Priss said as she shook it.
At that casual contact he had got a very deep scan of her not on
purpose but just by the pure nature of his powers. Shaking his head he
just smiled as she rode off.
'My damned powers.' Shaelynn swore mentally. 'Why did I have to be
cursed with them? I can't have any casual contact without deeply
scanning someone and finding out all there is about them. I really hate
them now more than ever.'
Getting on his bike he started to ride for home. However, on his way
home he was caught in the middle of a fire fight between the AD Police
and this giant Boomer. It was at least twelve feet tall and was just
down right ugly. This thing had two units of the AD Police pinned down
and was not even showing signs of letting up. There was three officers
down and no way to get to them. Shaelynn, in a panic, grabbed his front
breaks and pitched forward off his bike. He skidded along the pavement
to with in inches of the downed officers. How he managed to avoid the
hail of bullets was anyone's guess. Some how Shaelynn was able to
shield both himself and the downed officers from the Boomer and the
bullets that whizzed overhead.
'Crap! Now what in the hell do I think I am doing?' Shaelynn asked
himself. 'I can't get them to safety the easy way without blowing my
cover. If anyone knew that I was an Esper I would be a dead man!!'
Just as he thought he was going to die, he saw a flash of silver.
Looking up he saw one of the Knight Sabers standing in front of him. It
was their leader the one in silver and blue.
"Hold on I'll get you and them to safety." She said. Shaelynn felt
himself being picked up and carried out of the battle zone. The Knight
Saber then picked up the others and got them out as well. Picking
himself up he figured that he should try to help out as best that he
could.
Watching the Knight Sabers fight, he decided to surprise them a
little. Focusing on the Blue Knight Saber's weapon, the blade cannons,
he waited until she shot at one. The response was one that she was not
even expecting. Instead of the blade imbedding into the Boomer, it went
completely inside that monstrosity and exploded. The hole that it left
was big enough to stick a fist through. Taking advantage of this, the
one in Green and gold threw her electrified daggers into the hole and
proceeded to short the boomer out. The others the came in and helped
destroy it.
Feeling satisfied with himself, Shaelynn headed for home and went to
sleep.
******
Sylia woke up in a sweat. Looking at the clock she saw that is said
2:45 a.m. This was the third time in as many days that she was having
this same nightmare. It always happens the same way. She finds herself
facing a mirror and her reflection steps out. It then proceeds to ask
her one question. ‘Can you truly be happy the way you are?' When she
does not answer, the reflection throws her into the mirror. Trapped
behind the mirror she begins to panic. Then she wakes up. This time
when she had the nightmare it was different in some way. The dream
happened as normal, but after she was trapped behind the mirror she saw
a figure surrounded in light. Looking at it she felt at peace. Then
the figure disappeared again and the blackness closed in around her.
"Why am I having this nightmare?" Sylia asked herself. "Of course I
am happy the way I am. Yet, the figure in the light made me feel at
peace for the first time in twelve years."
Focusing on that figure she went back to sleep. The rest of her
sleep was not troubled at all.
The next day Sylia decided to pay Shaelynn a visit to see if he had
decided on her offer or not. If he did agree then she could start very
slowly having him work on little projects for her. If he completed them
up to her standards then she would start trusting him to work on their
suits and Motoroids.
"Well he should agree to the job, besides he needs to fix his suit
and that takes money to do that." Sylia said. "Question is where is he
getting the materials to build it and how did he get my designs?"
Deciding on what she was going to do she got dressed and left to go
speak to him.
******
Shaelynn was up at his usual time of 6:00 am. He was outside in his
shop and practice room working out. He had just finished several of his
forms and decided to go shower and eat breakfast. At 9:00 he started to
open his shop for business. As soon as he opened the garage door he
started to exercise his mental muscles.
Standing with his back to the open door, Shaelynn concentrated and
then his motorcycle that he was working on started to move over to the
spot that he needed it to be in. Once again he was not paying any
attention to his surroundings. He was so busy moving things into place
that the sound of footsteps did not even register until it was too late.
"Um Mr. Benton." The voice said and was greeted with silence from
Shaelynn.
"May I ask just what you are doing?" The voice said again.
Turning around Shaelynn saw Sylia standing there with a shocked
expression. Yelling in fright, Shaelynn dropped the box of tools all
over the floor behind him.
"Uh you saw what I was . . . Oh crap!!" Shaelynn said feeling very
guilty.
"Yes I did, could you please clarify what it was I actually saw."
Sylia said after she recovered from the shock.
"This could take some time and I don't have it to explain right now."
Shaelynn said. "What can I do for you though?" Shaelynn asked as he
picked up the tools on the floor.
"I came to ask you if you were interested in my offer?" Sylia asked
as she watched him pick up the shop.
"Yes I am interested, but I have a couple of questions for you."
Shaelynn said.
"Ok. What are they?" Sylia asked.
"First, just what am I going to be doing for you and aside from
thinking that you can trust me what do you really need me for?" Shaelynn
asked.