For all my fans, and I mean both of you, here is chapter 3. In related knews,
I am, with my meager drawing skills, working on a poster for this fic. If
anyone else out there would care to follow suit, either with a poster for
this or any other of my fics. Or just artwork for one of my fics in general,
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--Komodo
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"And what a Jolly Whopper Bongo One it is."
-Jason "Fooker" Barker -GPF
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By the time the meeting was over, it was nearly dusk. Pleading work, Molly
was partnered with an high school friend on a Manga as the writer, she had
left as soon as Senshi bisnuess was over. In reality, she wanted to get in
when the park employees weren't paying close attention to the cars going in
and out of the parking lot, picking up friends or others who had spent the
day at the park.
<Won't they check?>
"Nope." Molly said as she parked the motorcycle at the lot near the launching
ramp for the boats. "Well, not for a while yet. We have maybe an hour."
<Question. How do you know this?>
"Melvin and I used to stay here after hours a lot." Molly said, feeling her
cheeks turn red. Partly it was from remembered passion, and partly because
she was a little embarrassed to admit it.
<Really.>
"Don't sound so amused!" Molly hissed, unable to shake the feeling she was
being laughed at. Then she tried to change the subject. "Are you sure you're
watertight?"
<We could go for a stroll on the moon if you like. Though getting there may
be a problem>
"Are you trying to be funny?"
<Not all. Shall we begin?>
Thinking very dark thoughts, Molly walked down to the lake's edge and stood
there. There were answers in there. Least of all was whether or not the voice
in her head was because she had suddenly developed Multiple Personality
Disorder, or she was sharing her body with an alien life form.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke.
"Guyver."
With nary a splash, Warrior slipped beneath the surface of the water, leaving
behind only some ripples to mark her passing.
#--#
He shook his head as he stood in the empty room of the house on the hill.
He-the past version of himself had created this place and the man who had
lived here. Now he would resurrect that life.
Now that he knew what he had done wrong.
#--#
Being underwater at night is no easy task. With little to no light shining
in, you're essentially in pitch black darkness.
Warrior, however, saw as clearly though it was day.
The lake bottom was firmly packed mud and here and there she saw cans,
bottles, and other things.
<Twenty meters to your right>
"What?"
<There is something there.>
"What is it?"
<I do not know. But it is familiar. Something from. . .before.>
"Before what?"
<You.>
"How helpful." It was then she noticed something. "What the?"
It was faint, but against the inky blackness of water there was a light.
<Its coming from there. What I sense. From where that light is.>
As they got closer, they began to encounter debris that wasn't litter dropped
in by lazy boaters. It looked like a piece of bone.
"What the hell is this stuff?" She asked, crouching and picking up a piece of
debris about as big around as her head.
<It appears to be a piece of an Advent Ship>
"It must have crashed."
<That is a logical assumption considering the evidence available.>
"Don't get sarcastic," Warrior retorted as she stood back up, letting the
piece fall from her hand. "I doubt that piece is what we're looking for."
<Undoubtably.>
Moving slowly, Warrior advanced towards the light.
#--#
Serena was scribbling in her notebook when something on the radio caught her
attention. Quickly, she grabbed her tape recorder off of her desk and turned
it on, holding the microphone towards the speaker. When the news byte was
over, she placed the tape into her pocket and ran out. She had to get to
Molly's.
#--#
The source of the light proved to be a woman dressed in flowing robes and
long white hair. She was encased in some sort of field and appeared to be
sleeping.
"Sweet Lord above," Warrior whispered, falling to her knees. "Its a Kami."